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osachiyo · 13 days ago

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If only you’d hold my hand

Summary: A year ago you would have cried from joy seeing the positive sign on the pregnancy test, now you are torn. If only Dazai was there, holding your hands, as you were making the most important decisions of your lives.

Pairing: Dazai x fem! Reader

Prompt Sweetober 1: Handholding

Warning: heavily implied abortion, cursing, hurt-kinda comfort?

Enjoy

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A year ago you would have been crying in joy. You would have bounced around the room in pure happiness, dancing and screaming. You would have run through the mafia base towards your lover's office and thrown your arms around him before pulling him up into a celebratory dance. You would have laughed and cried tears of fear, happiness and longing as you worked towards remodeling your bedroom for your future bundle of joy. And he would have been right there beside you, with you, holding your hands and kissing your stomach. Dazai would have clung to you like gum, holding you in his lap during paperwork or have you sit in the chair beside him during meetings. Your hands intertwined underneath the table. You would have sneaked glances at him only to be met with warm chocolate eyes staring right back at you. Warmth only you’d know.

A year ago you wouldn’t have hesitated to keep it.

Now as you sat on the cold bed in the empty bedroom you were not so certain. The room was large, fitting both a king sized bed in one end, a private bathroom with a walk-in closet beside it, and a full office in the opposite end, through a wide doorway with no door. Equipped with a large wooden desk, several bookshelves and a couch with a smaller table right beside the doorway. On the table stood an empty vase- the flowers had long since wilted and not been replaced. There wasn’t much in that end of the room besides dust. You rarely sat at the desk anymore and Dazai had been too busy to come to your room in weeks. It was days since you last saw him, not having the energy to get out of bed and seek him out. Unsurprisingly he didn’t come to visit you either.

You turned your attention back to the pregnancy tests laying innocently on the bedside table. There were three in total, each one holding a positive indicator; one a smiley, one a plus sign and one two lines. What was supposed to be joyous news felt just like a chain around your neck. You knew you had to make choices and you knew you had to do them fast. But you didn’t know if you were ready for it. If you didn’t have Dazai’s support then you’d effectively be a single mother. You’d be bringing your child not only into a world of darkness but also a world of struggle. It took two to make the baby and it was supposed to be a joint decision yet here you were attempting to solve everything by yourself- again.

You took a deep breath and stood up. Throwing over a black coat you wrapped it tightly around yourself before leaving the room, heading towards the opposite side of the building. It was early in the morning, sun had barely risen in the sky yet already there was so much commotion. Staff, both mafia and ordinary people employed for mundane tasks such as cleaning and cooking, were rushing around the base to get things in order. Pouring tea and coffee by gallons for early birds preparing to leave for missions, and late owls returning back. Bandages here, reports there. Someone was hitting the printer to get it to print faster, while another was crying in the corner over a pile of broken guns.

The ordinary commotion-filled existence.

You made your way quickly through the hallways. The smell of coffee made you feel nauseous, all the running was making you dizzy and yelling was giving you a headache. Still people made sure to step out of your way as you passed and only a few attempted some small talk, which you waved off apologetically. Once you turned a corner towards Dazai’s office, you could see several mafia members outside, their eyes flickering from the watch on their wrist to the paperwork in their hands. They were waiting for their turn to speak to the boss. Brushing past them you reached up and rapped your knuckles against the wooden door. Growing impatient you knocked again.

A moment passed before a stern ‘enter’ echoed out into the hallway, making the mafia closest to you move towards you intending to enter with you. You didn’t spare them a glance as you entered your lover's office, closing the door firmly behind yourself in their face. They were waiting before- they wouldn’t die from waiting a little longer.

You took a deep breath as you eyed the dark space. The window was closed with the curtains and the only light came from a small lamp stationed on the large oak table directly opposite the door. The massive oak desk was the only thing separating you from Dazai. There were no chairs in the room aside from the one Dazai was using and a single couch in the very corner to the side, partially hidden behind a bookshelf. You knew from before that behind that bookshelf was a smaller room with a fireplace, a tiny glass table and that ugly green couch you used to always complain about. You wondered if it was still there, half longing towards the velvety material. Or maybe it was the memory of laying crammed together with Dazai on it, naked and sweaty, that you actually missed.

“ What do you need?” Dazai asked you, finally breaking the silence. There was no malice in his voice but no love either. You wondered how long ago he stopped seeing you as his partner and lover and more as a responsibility. You wondered if he’d speak the same way to your child too. The feeling of melancholy grew deeper as you moved towards him, staying silent until you stood right beside him.

“ Dazai we need to talk” you said, placing your hand on top of his hand, halting his writing. His fingers twitched slightly underneath your touch, his grip tightening on the pen. He didn’t let it go. You watched the drop of ink gather in the same place in the report, growing bigger and bigger.

“ It can wait, can’t it?” he barely spared you a glance as his hand twitched again, eager to continue writing. You wondered when things had come to this- when the childhood adoration turned into obligation- when love dulled to the point reports were more important than you?

“ No it can't.” You let a bit of urgency slip into your voice, praying that it would tug on whatever strings in his heart that still held warmths for you. Instead of his attention, you got an exasperated sigh.

“ Y/N I have a meeting in five minutes” he motioned his second hand towards the paperwork as if you had somehow missed the pile with reports, another pile containing files on mafia members, a third pile with the cost and pay slips, a final pile with upcoming missions that were yet to be assigned.

“ Then cancel it!”

You watched Dazai close his eyes and take a deep breath as if you were asking the world from him. You didn’t back down, staring intensely at him, not breaking your concentration even as there came another knock at the door. When neither of you answered, the door opened and a senior member entered the office, a report in one hand while his second was frozen on the doorknob. He was clearly not expecting to see you in Dazai’s office.

“ We’ll speak at lunch” Dazai finally stated as he shook your hand off his own and turned back to writing. With his other hand he motioned for the mafia member to come closer, indicating where to place his written assessment before he’d be giving the brief summary in person. As the man's eyes flickered to you, you could feel your cheeks growing warm.

You were overstaying your welcome.

Raising your head higher you headed for the door, pausing only when you were about to step outside. “ Please don’t be late, it's really important, Dazai. I won’t have the opportunity to discuss this another time” your glanced back at him, hoping to see any kind of confirmation that he’d be there to meet you for lunch. When he gave you none you walked back out into the hallway leaving the door opened behind you.

You did your best not to feel humiliated.

Heading back to your room you paused only long enough to catch one of the ordinary staff and inform her that you and Dazai would be eating lunch in your room today. You were also careful to request a very special meal for you both, avoiding ingredients you knew made you nauseous or could be harmful for the growing being in your stomach. Wife-tales or not, until you made your decision you intended to be extra cautious.

Once back in the silence of your room, you moved towards the bed and laid down. There were about six hours left until lunch and your intention was to try and sleep at least four of them away. Five hours later, sleep had still not come. At hour six you were newly showered and dressed in a gorgeous little black dress that clung to your chest, a big bow drawing all the attention, leaving the rest of the material to hang loosely around your stomach and all the way down to your knees. Over it you had a simple black bolero. Your hair was up in an elegant bun with a handful of strands framing your face. You had even gone so far as to apply make up, the lush red lips matching the dark red of your fingernails.

The maid you had spoken to earlier was giving you envious glances as you sat at the small glass table. A light lunch was placed in front of you accompanied with a glass of plain water for you and a small bottle of champagne for Dazai.

Either to celebrate or to drown sorrows in.

The maid left the small wagon not too far away with the rest of the things you requested before she trotted out of the room. The time was 12:30 and Dazai was nowhere in sight. You did your best not to glance at the clock every minute, not to count seconds in your head.

As the clock finally hit two PM you stood up, tossing your bolero into your empty seat. You headed back to your bed and the bedside table, opening the top draw. You pulled out your wallet, documents and car keys before pushing the positive pregnancy tests into the draw.

Tears strung at your eyes at the sight of them.

Turning your face away you took a steadying breath, half hoping that Dazai would burst through the door with a flustered look on his face, apologies pouring out of his lips. But the door remained closed with no sight of your lover anywhere. Unable to take the waiting any longer you headed out of your room and towards the garage where your car was parked. You sat there for another half an hour in hopes that he’d call or text you. When nothing happened you let out a scream of anguish, a combined feeling of anger and betrayal fueling your actions.

The clock shone 14;36 and you knew you couldn’t possibly wait any longer.

You turned on your vehicle and pulled out of the garage, heading towards one of the few operational abortion clinics in the city. The entire drive your eyes were shifting towards the phone, sincerely hoping that Dazai would call you. That he’d ask for you, beg you to come back and plead for a chance to talk about it. You fantasized him grasping onto you, on his knees with his face buried into your stomach whispering sweet promises about doing better. Promising you that things would go back to the way they were.

Yet as the phone remained silent and the clinic drew closer you understood that it was not going to happen. Dazai was not going to call you, either because he didn’t care enough about you compared to work, or because he actually didn’t want the child you made together. The thought stung and filled you with a sense of confirmation that you were doing the right thing, for all of you.

Still it was a heavy decision and one that left you crying for longer and harder than you ever had in your entire life, uttering meaningless apologies, followed by curses towards yourself. You cried and cried as you arrived at the clinic moments before it closed, as you met your doctor who was the first to tell you about your pregnancy, and then after the appointment when you sat in your car, with those bloody tears that still wouldn’t stop falling. You stayed there alone in the parking lot as hours ticked away, one by one until darkness fell. Only then did you finally start the car, driving back in a daze, running red lights and stopping at green ones. It was good there was little to no traffic. You managed to get back safely though you didn’t know how much point there was in that. You didn’t know what to expect when you got back or if you wanted to go back. Still you gathered your things, locked your car and headed back towards your chambers, not once glancing at a single mafia member which passed you by.

For once none of them tried to talk to you.

Entering your room you were startled to see Dazai sitting on the edge of your bed, the opened bottle of champagne in one hand and the plastic package containing baby carrots in his other. On top of the bedside drawer laid three positive pregnancy tests, not how you left them.

Your eyes drifted away from Dazai and towards the table where the food from your earlier lunch still stood untouched. The bolero you carelessly tossed in your chair was now hung over the back of it. If you stare long enough you could almost envision your few-hours-younger-self sitting in that chair, your head in your hand as you stared out of the window into the bright blue sky. Naively hoping and praying that he would keep his promise, that he cared.

So foolish.

“ Y/N, is there something you want to tell me?” Dazai asked as he finally stood up, leaving behind the champaign and carrots, and walked over to you. You stubbornly refused to look at him. From your perspective there was nothing more you had to stay to him. “ Y/N?”

A bitter smile tugged on your lips as you turned and stared blankly at him. There were no tears left in you to cry. Just a bitter numbness that ached away at your very soul. “ It’s too late.” you whispered, as Dazai took your icy hands between his own warm ones, raising them to his lips, blowing softly onto the fingertips. There was a gentleness in the action you forgot he was capable of.

Oh if only he’d held your hands like this just a few hours earlier.

#AHAHAHA IM SO EXCITED #this genuinely made my heart hurt 😭#raven you're so good at sparking emotions within me that i didn't even know i had

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osachiyo · 13 days ago

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CHIYOO I GOT THE NEW SYLUS SSR JFJSBAIAHA AAAAAA I'M SO HAPPY ONFG SYLUS IS SO HOT

OMG YIPPIEEEEE 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 HE'S SO SEXY ITS NOT FAIR 😵‍💫😵‍💫

#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #happy for u nonnie !!!

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osachiyo · 13 days ago

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I wanna do sinful things to sae and aiku PLZDJSJJSJSJ

You and me both, nonnie. I can take both at the same time trust 🙏🏽🙏🏽

#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #also i have a bllk fic in my drafts teehee

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osachiyo · 13 days ago

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next we have kaiser who looks the most sinfully ethereal while eating your pussy, nose rubbing against your clit, his deep blue streaks tickling your inner thighs, and eyes glowing in the warmth of the lamp. his lips were making out against your pussy like his life was dependent on it. he alternated the lapping with poking his tongue in your hole. even if you were overstimulated from what had been going for hours, kaiser refused to let you go. his strong arms held your thighs open enough to let him settle his face but tight enough to lightly choke him. you can't see it but his cock is leaking against the sheets. not only he is denying you your orgasm but also denying himself because he refuses to cum anywhere else but on your pussy, give it a nice glaze.

#need this man between my legs NOW #Kaiser baby eat my pussy please it’s all yours 😣

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osachiyo · 13 days ago

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Hello my friend, I apologize if I am bothering you. I need your help. I am a mother of three children. My tent was flooded. I need your support to buy a tent please help me

Praying for you and your children 🤍

Please help if you are able to -> link

#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #important

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osachiyo · 14 days ago

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ur themeeeeee!!!!!!! omg!!!!!! i am in love!! also vanitas no carte is such a great anime 💕 have a great day!

Awh thank you so much!! And YEAAA VNC was such a good watch !

#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #you have a good day too anon <3

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osachiyo · 14 days ago

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searched pervy xavier here and am very disappointed that i do not share this notion with anyone else 😔

tws: n/sfw content, panty stealing, getting caught, mentions of non-consensual recording, masturbation, reader brings other ppl home, he’s a lil pathetic but we love him, 0.6k+ wc, jealous!xavier, he’s a lil nasty tbh, my writing is messy here cuz I wrote this on a whim apologies if there are any errors ₊ 𓂃 also nonnie me 🤝 you … but imagine him as your pervy roommate . ps. art by rororo_mg on X + star dividers made by @saradika-graphics (check emout!)

Perv roommate!Xavier thinks you’re so damn cute, honestly, you're just the sweetest thing ever. Every morning, he can't help but smile when he sees you in the kitchen, making breakfast for the both of you. There's something about the way you move so effortlessly, humming to yourself while you cook, that completely melts his heart and makes his cock stir in his sweats. He can’t help but stare at the little shorts barely covering your plump ass fully.. fantasizing about walking up behind you and bending you over the kitchen counter. Xavier imagined how your cunt would taste on his tongue- how your pussy would gush in his face as he ate you out like a man starved.

perv roommate!Xavier makes a habit to purposefully drop stuff in front of you, giving you his best puppy eyes and requesting that you pick it up for him, and it worked like a charm every time. Little did you know that it was only an excuse to have you bend over in front of him— azure eyes raking over the tempting view you put on, saliva gathering in his mouth as he stared at the roundness of your ass. Hell, he could even see your puffy pussy lips through your tight shorts— were you wearing them on purpose?

perv roommate!Xavier who knows about your little toys— the baby pink vibrator that you use at night, not knowing your roommate is pleasuring himself to your sweet little moans and yelps. His hand squeezing his cock tightly, trying to imagine how your soft cunt would feel around him— or even your cute little mouth. He’d try and match his thrusts to your moans, and it makes him cum embarrassingly quick— sticky white goop spilling on his bedroom floor and hands, leaving him panting. Maybe he should set up a camera in your room sometime..

perv roommate!Xavier who gets jealous when you bring a random guy home one night, telling him that you’ll try not to be loud. ‘Why would you bring another guy home when he was right there?’ — he thought, as he heard the wet, lewd sounds of you getting fucked by another man. Fuck, it made him mad but also he couldn’t help but get turned on by it. The sounds of your bed creaking- slamming against the wall, your wails and cries of pleasure as you got pounded into the sheets made Xavier’s cock throb in his pants. God, he really was a freak— getting off to another man fucking the girl he liked.

perv roommate!Xavier who would insist on doing laundry for the both of you— but that's only an excuse to steal your panties. He can't help it, y'know? They're so cute and pretty.. and just perfect to wrap around his cock while he fucks his fist with the thought of you in his mind. Sometimes he even likes to sniff 'em, groaning out loud as the scent of your pussy floods his senses. He can't help but lap his tongue over the small wet spot on the thin material, suckling at the spot where your clit would be— moaning and whining as spurts of pre leaked from his cock.

perv roommate!Xavier who was currently jerking his cock with your used panties wrapped around his cock in the living room— shamelessly getting off to the thought of fucking your sweet, warm little hole while you were at work. He was so focused on how you would feel around him, that he didn't even hear the front door open. You could only gasp at the sight— his cream colored sweater pulled up and pants pulled down, and clenching and unclenching with each pump of his hand- wait.. were those your panties?! Before you could even reprimand him— or even get a word in, for that matter, Xavier's head whipped to your direction as he heard the small noise— his panicked blue eyes catching your own shocked ones.

"Oh. Shit."

#srb

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osachiyo · 14 days ago

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You do know that vanijeanne is not healthy right? Vanitas literally forced Jeanne to kiss him when they first met. Also, vanitas and noè just have way more chemistry..

Babe I know you are NOT trying to argue about ships right now 🙏🏽 it's a waste of your precious time, write (or imagine if u don't write) fanfiction about vanitas and noè touching tips instead, I would totally read it ‼️

#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #we don't argue about ships here!#both are super cute

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osachiyo · 15 days ago

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#*slowly looks at my perv!roommate xavier fic*

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osachiyo · 15 days ago

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“HERE K!TTY-K!TTY—”

synopsis— not so innocent moments with your favorite cat boys <3

warnings— n/sfw content, fem!reader, HORNY cat boys, teasing, bondage, oral (m&f), thigh fucking, kinda feral xavier, collars, body worship, overstimulation, sub!rafayel, pet names & nicknames (master, kitty, cutie etc), praise, a lil degradation, very feral sylus & more! also there may be some grammar mistakes which i apologize for </3

note— my first time writing for these boys, hope I did ‘em justice! ik I’m astronomically late don’t clock me 😞

featuring— zayne, xavier, rafayel & sylus x fem!reader (separate)

✰ now playing — kitty kat by megan the stallion ✰

✦ ZAYNE— feasting on his master

“There, there, kitty,” you smiled at Zayne’s serious expression, waving the cat toy in his face before pulling it away just as he reached for it.

“Feeling playful, are we?” he huffed, his voice a mixture of exasperation and amusement as he lunged to catch the bright, feathered toy again, but your quick reflexes kept it just out of reach. “Oh? Don’t you want to play with your master, cute kitty?” The corners of your mouth curled into a wide smirk as you settled comfortably onto the plush sofa behind you, the soft fabric cradling your form. In your playful distraction, one of your shoes tumbled gracefully to the wooden floor with a soft thud. You glanced up at the towering man, your eyes sparkling with mischief and challenge. “Well? Aren’t you going to help me put it back on?” you teased playfully.

Zayne sighed at your flirtatious little display before kneeling in front of you and picking your shoe up from the carpeted floor. You observed as he gently lifted your foot, his gloved hands gliding down the soft fabric of your stockings while you placed your foot on his thigh. A gasp nearly escaped his pink lips as you ran your foot up and down his clothed thigh, causing him to shiver at your touch.

He let out a soft scoff, a small frown gracing his face as he suddenly seized your foot, halting your playful dance. “Your shoe, master,” Zayne said, his gaze locking onto yours, those long lashes framing his eyes captivatingly with every blink. A thrill ran through you as you leaned in, your cheek resting against your palm, eyes sparkling. You nodded, a playful smile curving your lips, allowing him to slip the shoe back on your foot, your heart pulsing with a mix of anticipation and lust.

You didn't stop him as his hands suddenly traveled further, and further up your smooth legs, up your plump thighs — until they were playing with the hem of your tight little dress, making goosebumps appear on your soft skin. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you wore this, didn't you, master?” Zayne breathed out, licking his lips as he slowly spread your legs apart, lowly purring at the sight of the little patch of wetness staining your cotton panties.

“Hmm, did I?” A playful grin spread across your face as your hands reached out to gently pet and scratch at his soft, velvety ears. The delightful sensation made him release a soft moan from his slightly parted lips, his fingers instinctively tightening their grip on your thighs, anchoring himself closer to you.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, darling,” Zayne murmured with a low, teasing tone, his breath warm against your skin. He lowered his face, allowing his cheek to rest on your lap, feeling the warmth radiate from your body. The intoxicating scent of your arousal filled his senses, and he could almost taste it—rich and sweet, making his mouth water with longing.

“Well?”

Your voice, soft yet teasing, drew his gaze upward to meet your captivating face, where a playful glint danced in your eyes. A mischievous smirk graced your lips as you leaned in slightly, the warmth of your presence electrifying the air between you. “Aren’t you going to dig in, kitty?” you purred, each word laced with an inviting promise.

And dig in he did — panties hurriedly being pushed to the side as he buried his face between your plush thighs, tongue circling your clit while two long fingers poked and prodded at your tight hole — eliciting little moans of pleasure from your plump lips. The pretty noises encouraged Zayne to wrap his lips around your little bundle of now nerves and sucking hard — causing one of your hands to tangle itself in his hair and tugging like your life depended on it.

That caused Zayne to groan loudly into your cunt, earning a sharp gasp from you as the sound reverberated through your body — biting down on your bottom lip to keep yourself somewhat grounded as he stuck his tongue in your cute hole; gooey walls clamping down on the muscle as he savored the tang of your sweet slick.

“F-fuuh— tastes s’good, master,” he moaned into your pussy, slurping on your juices as they poured down his chin like honey, successfully coating the lower half of his handsome face in your sticky arousal.

With your legs resting comfortably on his shoulders, you could feel the warmth of his skin against the backs of your thighs. Your shoes lay discarded on the floor, forgotten as your feet swung gently in the air, toes barely brushing against his back. The way he held you created a lovely curve in your spine, pulling you into a graceful arch as Zayne brought you closer to the edge of the sofa — his tongue sloppily fucking into your cunt.

“O-oh god, Zayne—!” you mewled, clenching your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm approaching fast, your legs closing around him — effectively trapping his head between your thighs as you grinded on his face. “Cum. Oh s-shit — cum on my face, master.” You threw your head back as your pussy gushed on Zayne’s eager tongue, while he licked up every single drop of your sweet slick — couldn't let any go to waste.

“Good girl. Now bend over for me, won't you?”

✦ XAVIER— sleepy catboy turns feral?!

You stepped into the shared bedroom, a weary sigh escaping your lips as you brushed off the stray cat fur clinging to your clothes. Another long day at the cat cafe had left you both exhilarated and drained. Your heart swelled with affection for the playful furballs that filled your day with joy, but you couldn’t ignore the toll that wrangling a dozen spirited kitties took on your energy. As you kicked off your shoes, you felt the familiar blend of exhaustion and satisfaction wash over you.

"You're back." A wave of warmth flooded through you at the sound of your boyfriend Xavier's soothing voice, the tension in your shoulders dissipating as he enveloped you in his taller, comforting frame. His lips met your forehead in a tender kiss, and he nestled his nose into your hair, inhaling the delicate, fruity aroma of your shampoo. "Missed me too much?" you teased, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you wrapped your arms around the elegant curve of his neck. In response, he tightened his embrace around your waist, eliciting a contented sigh from you, as your exhaustion melted away in the safety of his hold.

"Mm, you couldn't imagine how much," Xavier purred, pulling away from you before pouting — god, you just wanted to press kisses all over his face. He's too pretty for his own good, you thought as you reached out to pat his head and scratch at his little ears until he caught your hand before you could. "You smell like other cats. I don't like it," he scrunched his nose up in disgust, clearly jealous that you had another cat's scent on you.

You laughed softly, amused at how childish he was being. "I was at a cat cafe the whole day, love. I'd be surprised if I didn't smell like cats," you said, shaking your head in disbelief. You made another attempt to wriggle your hand free from Xavier's firm grasp, but he remained steadfast, his grip unyielding. Just as you were about to plead with him to let go so you could take a refreshing shower, he suddenly broke the silence with a surprising comment.

"I see... I suppose it's only right for me to mark you as my own now," he declared, a determined glint in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on you, his seriousness palpable. The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with unspoken promise. You could only blink in stunned silence, your mind racing to process his intent. Confusion etched itself across your features, and you furrowed your brows in disbelief. "M-mark me...?" you stammered, the words barely escaping your lips as you struggled to comprehend what he meant.

Xavier's lips curled up into a devilish smile, mischief swimming in his soft azure eyes. "Mhm, shouldn't a cat properly mark their property?" He questioned as he pulled you closer — your hands settling on his hard chest, his voice husky and dripping with lust, causing your thighs to clench.

You gasped when Xavier's soft lips found themselves latching onto your earlobe, biting and sucking on the sensitive spot before whispering lowly, "don't you agree, master?"

That's how you ended up in the meanest arch— your knees sinking into the silken sheets as your face was pushed into the fluffy pillows, rendering you a drooling mess beneath the man fucking into your sopping cunt like his life depended on it. "Nngh— Xavier!" You wailed out, fingers entangling themselves in the sheets. Your pretty moans and cries of pleasure did nothing but add fuel to the burning fire of his desires— his eyes almost rolling behind closed lids as he slammed his hips against your ass harder— faster, much too drunk on the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around him.

"S-shiit— so fucking pretty, angel—" Xavier's breath came in quick, warm bursts as he panted into your ear, his hard chest flush against your back. Each labored inhale fanned over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and igniting a rush of heat across your cheeks. "You're s-so nng—! pretty.." he slurred, one of his hands reaching to grab your hair before pulling your head back and forcing your tear-stained eyes to meet his own drunken ones. Your mushy walls tightened upon looking at his hungry gaze, earning a choked moan from him— god, you could practically see hearts floating in his eyes.

Xavier smashed his lips against yours, teeth clashing against each other’s and his tongue ravishing yours. His hips bucked into your ass at a wild pace and the tip of his cock nudged into your g-spot repeatedly, causing little yelps and moans of his name to fall from your candied lips.

"s'messy, baby fuuck—!" You whined, biting your lower lip as you looked down to see what a mess you both were making, your juices and Xavier's previous loads dripping down from your overstuffed hole to the sheets underneath like a waterfall.

"Haah— clenching s'tight 'round me," Xavier whined pathetically before sinking his teeth into the juncture of your shoulder, earning a high pitched squeal from you. You threw your head back as you felt his hand coiling around your tummy to reach down and rub fast circles on your clit— sloppy walls clenching and unclenching around his length, his mouth all but drunkenly slacking open at every clamp of your syrupy pussy.

"'G-god, you're so unngh— fucking b-beautiful," he groaned out, his free reaching upwards to wrap his fingers around your pretty little throat— turning your head towards him to meet his gaze once again.

You feel your swollen folds get even more soaked, if that's even possible, at the utter pussydrunk look on Xavier's usually aloof features. His eyes were almost crazed— feral even, pupils blown out with the desire to breed you and fill you up with his kits overtaking his entire being.

To say you were in big trouble would be an understatement at that point..

✦ RAFAYEL— “stringy” situation?…

The sun flooded through the window, spilling its golden rays throughout the living room. You were lounging on the couch, half-distracted by a book, when you heard the familiar sound of Rafayel's soft purring from the other side of the room. You glanced up just in time to see him—your recently turned cat-boyfriend—pawing at a stray ball of yarn you’d left on the floor earlier.

"Rafayel... no!" you gasped, knowing full well how mischievous he could be when he set his mind on something.

But it was too late. His curiosity got the better of him. Rafayel, with his nimble fingers and feline instincts, quickly batted at the ball, unraveling it further. He gave you a sly glance, as though saying "try me if you dare."

"You better not," you warned further, but it was already too late.

Rafayel was able to deftly maneuver his hand towards the center of the ball of yarn, thanks to a sudden flicking motion of his wrist. He made a strange sound and stopped working when he felt the string rotating around his wrist and then his arm. His cat brain was clearly working hard but didn't seem to realize how much havoc a ball of yarn could cause.

Before you could react, Rafayel tried to pull the ball closer, only to find himself awkwardly yanked forward by the strands now snaking around his legs. With a plop, he tumbled to the floor in an ungraceful heap, his body tangled in a mess of yarn.

You burst out laughing, watching as Rafayel wiggled and squirmed, his tail flicking with irritation. "I didn’t think it would be this bad," he muttered, trying to untangle himself with his free hand, but only managing to knot the string further.

“Need some help?” you asked, trying to stifle your giggles.

“I’m fine,” he replied, a bit too proudly, although he was clearly stuck in a ridiculous position. He tried to stand, but the yarn just seemed to hold him in place, like an invisible web. His attempt only resulted in a slow, comical spin as the yarn tightened around him.

After a few more futile attempts to free himself, Rafayel finally gave up with an exaggerated sigh, slumping onto his back. “Okay, maybe a little help.”

You moved over to him, carefully "undoing" the tangled mess of yarn as he laid back with a contented purr, his eyes half-closed in relaxed defeat. “I really thought I had it under control,” he mumbled, his voice warm with embarrassment but still endearing.

"Wait- wait why are you—!" Rafayel gasped in confusion as you pulled the yarn tighter around him, effectively trapping him in place. "Well, mister kitty cat, I did tell you not to touch the yarn, didn't I?" You questioned, a teasing lilt to your tone.

“So? What’re you planning to do, cutie? Punish me?” Rafayel smirked, raising a brow at you. You only smiled, eyes twinkling with mischief, “Yes. You’re gonna be punished.”

“Bring it on then,” he huffed, cockiness dripping from his tone as he eyed you down, a tent already managing to form in his pants at your intense gaze.

Oh poor thing, he had absolutely no idea what was coming for him.

“O-oh cutie—“ Rafayel’s lewd moans echoed throughout the living room, his abdomen clenching and unclenching with pleasure as you bobbed your head on his pretty cock; the sensitive tip hitting the back of your throat each time. You only hummed, looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes, his pre-cum and your saliva running down your chin as your nails gripped onto his thighs.

Rafayel groaned out your name repeatedly, as if it were his prayer — when you were the one worshiping him. Could anyone blame you, though? When he looked so delectable with his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, nose scrunched up in pleasure and eyes shut tight, lashes resting on his cheeks and mouth agape as loud moans left him.

Not to mention the small beads of sweat dripping down his abs— his back arching and hips bucking into your mouth while you suck on his pink tip just the way he likes it, the gags and choked sounds leaving your lips only making him harder— if that were even possible.

You hummed sweetly around his cock, staring up at him through your lashes as you blinked slowly— letting his precum drip down your chin in stringy webs. Rafayel could only whine at the sight, a pout settling on his pink lips as you teased him.

“So close b-baby, don’t— ngh shitshitshit- stop—” he threw his head back with a loud groan as you took him in as deep as you could, shooting his cum down your throat as your nose bushed against that little patch of hair on his pelvis.

You pulled back with a ‘pop!’ before opening your mouth, letting his semen drip down your chin, making a mess on the wooden floorboards below. Rafayel panted, eyes darkening at the lewd scene before him.

“I must say, cutie— that was a reaaal nice show you put on for me,” He drawled, “but—”

Your eyes widened when you heard the loud ‘riiiip’ echoing off the walls — Rafayel’s now free hands reaching down to shove you against the floor,

“Raf—”

He was quick to cut you off, “ah ah ah, darling— you’ve had your little fun, and now I will have mine.”

✦ SYLUS— the collared beast.

You really don’t remember how you ended up in this position— folded up like a lawn chair under sylus’s strong figure, knees touching your ears and thighs flush against your bruised tits. You can hear ringing in your ears, not being able to pick up sylus’s feral groans and growls of your name until a soft slap to your cheek broke you out of your sweet trance. “W-what’s wrong, sweetie? Thought you could handle me?” He purred, fingers tightening around your throat so even if you wanted to answer, you couldn’t. Not that you would be able to anyway, not when Sylus’s fat cock drilled into you so hard, fast and rough— pressing into the rough little patch of your g-spot so deliciously.

You could only babble and cry out broken little moans and sobs— almost making the feline above you feel bad— almost. But it also scratched a deep, dark part of him— something he had been repressing for your sake, but god did it feel amazing— having you split open and dumb on his cock.

The collar around his neck only added more fuel to his burning fire, the pretty leash tangled in your fingers as he demanded you to pull— pull as hard as you could because fuck, nothing could feel better than this, in his mind. Nothing could feel better than him finally letting the beast out— devouring you whole as if you were his prey, not his master. The thought made him rut into your soaked heat even faster— sharp teeth burying themselves in your shoulder as his balls slapped against your ass, the loud “plap plap plap!” noise echoed throughout the room— if anybody was outside they could surely hear you two easily, but that was the least of your worries.

How could you worry about being heard when sharp red eyes glared into your own teary ones— gooey pussy squeezing tight around his shaft as he finally gave you the permission to let go - to cum for him, hard.

“Ohh yes, there she is..” Sylus groaned, a smile gracing his sharp features. “Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?” You only hummed in response, seemingly too tired to give him a proper response.

You almost let your eyes fully shut until you heard the soft click of the collar being opened.. but your eyes widened in confusion and dread once he wrapped it around your neck.

“What’s with that look, master? It’s only fair that I have my turn as well, don’t you think?”

@𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 — ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.

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osachiyo · 15 days ago

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searched pervy xavier here and am very disappointed that i do not share this notion with anyone else 😔

"Oh. Shit."

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osachiyo · 15 days ago

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will be feeding the zayne girlies soon … <3

#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #teehee 🤭#just y’all wait #I’m so excited to write this

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osachiyo · 16 days ago

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searched pervy xavier here and am very disappointed that i do not share this notion with anyone else 😔

"Oh. Shit."

#icymi <3

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