cat banner but we are the kitten this time and they get overprotective and clingy about it
xavier: possessiveness turned up to the max. he locks you in his apartment with him for the duration and orders in every possible thing he thinks you might want or need. it's too risky to leave, or leave you alone. you're too cute, and gentle, and your little purrs sound like a siren song to him. someone might snatch you out from under him. makes you a little nest of blankets and pillows and plays with your ears and tail for hours, feeding you snacks, delivered directly between your lips. sleeps curled around you and mutters about how soft and sweet you are, over and over again.
zayne: at first he seems entirely pragmatic about it. another strange protocore symptom, it'll pass. checks if you need anything before he leaves for work. you're immediately lonely and curl up on the couch. it lasts five minutes. he's back, and he's packing a day bag for you and informing you that you are coming with him to work. you follow him around all morning, wrapping your tail around him as he talks to busy people, and when he realises he'll have to leave you for hours in his office alone, he reassigns his surgeries to colleagues. it's so out of character that you're an anxious ball of anxiety and guilt as he packs up all your things to head home. he spends the rest of the day soothing you, gentle hands petting and massaging, telling you he couldn't bear to leave you alone; that he needs to look after you. he takes the rest of the week off.
rafayel: attempts to hide his immediate enamourment at first. how could anything cat be an improvement on perfection. but when you crawl into his lap and purr into his neck, he gives in. you practically spend the entire week in his lap or arms, vibrating against him. he glows with happiness. overprotective, ultra-clingy rafayel mode all hours. keeps his arm around you in public and glares down anyone who looks or gets too close. starts calling you his cute little kitty cat.
sylus: thrives. best week of his life. his little kitten takes on her true form. the world can see what he sees: a blessing and a curse. shows off his treasure. parades you around while remaining an ever-present looming threat to any nefarious parties that look your way. he collects trinkets and toys that he thinks you'll enjoy playing with. you spend a lot of time straddled over his hips as he lounges on his back in the nest he made, admiring you with a small smile as you pat his belly and tell him how much fun you had that day and what you'd like to do tomorrow.
caleb: all that pent-up cute aggression threatens to tear him apart from the inside. his eyes never leave you. he tucks you in at night and drapes himself over you for extra warmth. he won't shut up about how tiny and cute you are; how tiny and cute the sounds you make are. you get anything you like the whole week. he invites gideon over just to corner him in the kitchen and gush about how cute you are, how he can't believe a person can be so tiny and soft, how pretty your tail is and how you wrap it around him at night. gideon leaves very shortly after, and when you pout about your unfinished board game, caleb lifts you into his arms and promises you all the milk and cuddles you want.
edit: i forgot collars! i don't think xavier is putting one on you, rafayel's looks like a pretty ribbon tied in a bow, zayne's measures your heart rate (for freak reasons), caleb's has a pretty little bell, and sylus' looks like jewellery and is worth more than a house.
mimi speaks - quick little drabble because I’ve been thinking about a sports boyfriend for so long!
baseball boyfriend! who finished a perfect game, surrounded by his cheering team. Yet he can only look at out the crowd through all the noise, seeking you out in the crowded bleachers. when he finds you, he can finally take a breath, smiling proudly.
baseball boyfriend! who makes sure you’re right by his side during every photo session or interview. he’ll pull you from the sidelines, making sure to have his hand tightly around your waist, showing the whole world that your his girl. you offer a small, shy smile to the cameras, but can’t help it when your smile grows as he whispers in your ears. “Show them your pretty smile, baby.”
baseball boyfriend! who has to hold himself together when he finds out you’ve been buying all of his merch, despite knowing you could get it for free. his eyes become teary when you proudly show him the signed baseball of his that you won off an auction. “I could have gotten you a ball, baby.” You shake your head, holding the ball close to your chest, “This one’s special, just for me.”
baseball boyfriend! who loves to fuck you in his jersey, getting your juices and his cum all over it. He pushes your legs as far back as he can, sliding in and out of your pussy, whispering in your ear about how cute you look in his number. you can’t help but mumble out small moans, overwhelmed by the way he’s pounding into you. It doesn’t take long for him to flood your pussy with his seed, both of you out of breath.
synopsis. today is your three month anniversary with your boyfriend! but as fate has it…you end up catching the flu. but nothing is worth your special day, right?
word count. 850
march 21st, you blinked yourself out of sleep, looking over at the clock. It was 12 pm, your anniversary with your boyfriend, louis, had well started hours ago. Yet you felt like death. Of course it was your fate to catch the absolute worse flu on the day of your anniversary.
But louis had been working so hard recently, barely at home and working on new hairstyles during his spare time. So you pulled yourself out of bed, literally flopping onto the floor and dragged yourself to the shower. You even did the special hairstyle Louis showed you, curling your hair just right until it fell perfectly.
You washed your face, getting rid of those grey dead eyes with a little bit too much makeup and then threw on whatever lingerie you could find. After covering up with your light blue robe, you scurried into the living room, just minutes before louis was expected to come on. You spent maybe 30 seconds changing your position on the couch.
Does this look sexy? Maybe my ass should be up? Fuck, I hope he can’t smell cough drops on my breath. What if I need to sneeze?
In the middle of your busy thoughts, the front door unlocked, swinging open. You freeze in an awkward, sexy position. Louis sees you immediately and smiles. “Honey? What are you doing out here sweetheart?” He walks in, the pin on his sweater dangling as he makes his way to the couch.
You smile, well the best smile you can offer while holding in a cough. “Did you forget what today is?” you ask. He shakes his head, digging into his bag. Inside is a beautiful bundle of pink roses. He offers them to you, “How could I forget the day I was lucky enough to be with someone so special?”
Your eyes widen at first, then your heart melts as you take the flowers. It has a delightful scent, the petals soft on your nose as you sniff them and pull away. “Louis..” you say in awe. As he leans in to kiss you..
ACHOO !
Yeah, you sneeze right in his face. He pulls away and laughs, but you just stare at him with this horrified look on your face. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, Louis!” you quickly try to wipe your nose on your sleeve. “It’s fine, sweetheart.” he smiles.
“Wait, no no. Kiss me again. It was just the flowers!” you insist. He almost leans in again when he pauses to look at you, really look at you. As just as he always does, he sees right through you. You almost hated when he looked at you like that, because you could never keep anything from him. “You’re sick.” he simply states.
You frantically shake your head. “It’s just a few sneezes here and there. Come on, kiss me again.” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. He smiles softly, squeezing your hand as he pauses. “Sweetheart, your eyes are all red and your skin is very warm. It’s okay if you're sick. We don’t have to do anything right now.”
Your eyebrows furrow and you don't say another word, pulling him down to the couch. You stand up in front of him, standing in between his legs as you untie your robe, revealing the baby blue lingerie set you have on. For a moment, Louis loses his train of thought, staring at you softly and trailing off his sentence. “Sweetheart…”
“I bought this just for you, Louis! So, we can't..not do anything.” you say shyly. His eyes leave the traces of your body, softening as they meet your face. “As much as I would want that my love..” he gets up, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom. “You’re burning up. I need to make sure my darling is okay.”
You pout, but cant fight back as he leads you to the bedroom, gently guiding you to sit down. “It was supposed to be perfect..” you say. All he does is smile as he begins to remove your makeup with a nearby tissue. “Perfect?” He repeats. You lay back on your pillows, pouting. “You know what’s perfect?”
You shake your head, pulling the blankets up over you. “Coming home to my beautiful girlfriend. Waiting for me..all pretty in her robe.” he states, pushing your hair back to gaze a you lovingly.
“You aren’t upset?...I wanted to spend the day with you.” you say. He shakes his head, taking your hand and kissing the back of your hand, then every one of your fingers. “Upset? How could I be? My sweetheart is working so hard to make this day special, even when she's sick. I’m so lucky, aren't I?”
You smile softly, your eyes getting sleepy. You drift off to the sound of his light humming, his hand stroking your hair as he watches you fall asleep.
18+ story | not proofread cause I don’t do that + no word count cause it’s short!! Enjoy
imagining a senior coworker, one who’s always stoic and super serious. but after a drunken work dinner, you found yourself in his car on his lap, writhing down on his bulge. His hands trailing up your side until one catches your breast, cupping it harshly as he plants rough, sloppy kisses all over your neck and jaw.
“Please…” he begs, his deep voice desperate. It's not the same one he uses in meetings, it’s needy, almost pathetic. You run a hand through his hair as his finger brushes over your nipple softly and you just can't wait anymore, ripping off his belt.
It only takes two motions for him to lift you up, impaling you on his dick as you moan out loud. “Ah, fuck!” his thick veiny cock pushes up into you slowly, his hand gripping on your waist tightly as if he can't handle the feeling of a warm, young pussy. He buries his face in your neck, “Y/N...its too much, wait…s-slow down..”
Yet you can't. You’ve never felt cock like this, your mind keeps flashing to images of him at his desk. all those times you would ogle him from afar, and now you finally have what you want. His strong hands are all over you, yet you never knew he would be so desperate, pushing his cock into you as far as he can, his hands starting to shake. “im..gonna come like this..” he moans. “I should pull out..”
You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him tighter. “dont..” you beg. You both turn into piles of yearning, begging messes as you both cum. Thick cum shooting into you as you become a squirting mess on his lap, ruining his pants and his seat. You don’t know how you’ll go back to sitting in the same office as him, as if nothing’s happened. Yet all he can think about, “Again please?”
Imagine where your yandere bully locks you in his room, your hands chained to his bed while he repeated pounds into your already abused cunt whispering how he's going to keep fucking you until you get pregnant. He would cum thick white ropes into your full cunt multiple times a day, sometime exceeding 7 and he wouldn't even bother to pull out, he'd just keep whimpering and cumming inside because he just feels so good :(. His whines and moans are all you can hear when you are trapped beneath him, his hands intertwined with yours and just loves to stuff his fat tongue in your mouth desperately kissing you :( you gag at how deep his tongue violates your mouth and throat, eyes rolling back as he moans frantically, pounding faster until he cums for the tenth time, his waist and hips bucking into your cunt as he empty his balls into your sopping cunt :( at this rate you can't even process what is even happening, you just hear him whine in ecstasy as he pulls out, your little belly filled to the brim with all his thick cum is now leaking and oozing out of your puffy pussy, forming a puddle of mess :(((
content. wholesome then spicy, pet names [like my love,], mentions of marriage, workaholic Zayne, frustrated sub reader, snowy weather
🔞+ story | my first story tumblr post, proofread very lightly
word count. 1.5k
Zayne closes the door behind him, shaking the snow off of his jacket. “Is it still coming down out there?” You look up at him from the couch, pausing the movie you were watching. “The snow has doubled. Roads will be blocked for a while.” He comments. As he pulls his sleeves up, he stops to glance at you on the couch. He raises an eyebrow. “Have you not moved since this morning?”
You look down at yourself, still in Zayne’s big shirt and pajama shorts. “Well…we aren’t going anywhere right? I want to stay comfy.” You say. A smirk grows on Zayne’s face as he comes over to the couch, sitting beside you. “Or maybe you never planned to leave?” As he sits down, you immediately scoot closer to him, throwing your legs over his lap. He rubs his hand up and down your leg, his large hands gentle, yet still cold. That was one thing you loved about Zayne, how cold he was. Unusual, right?
Yet, on a hot summer night when you kicked the covers off, he was always there to be your personal fan. You’d cling your body to him, feeling the cold radiate off of him as he wrapped his strong arms around you.
“Too cold?” He asks, pausing his hand on your leg. You shake your head adamantly, “Perfect.” you add. Zayne smiles, leaning in closer. You lean back as he puts his arm on the couch head beside you, his lips meeting yours in a chaste kiss. It only takes a few seconds before the kiss becomes deeper, his other hand cupping your face as he hovers over you. Your hands slide up his chest, pulling at his shirt collar. He pulls back, his lips still against yours as he speaks, “Needy, aren’t we?”
You smile, your fingers undoing a button on his shirt. His hand moves down to your waist as he leans back to give you better access to his shirt. Zayne groans against your lips as his phone rings, pulling away to grab it off the coffee table. He glances at the screen, “It’s the hospital.” You sit up, rolling your eyes. “Right now? They do know you’re snowed in, right?” Zayne gets up, giving you one last look, his eyes softening. “I’ll be quick, my love.” He walks away to take the phone call.
You sit up straight, a bit frustrated by the way Zayne prioritizes his work. You know it’s important to him, but even when he’s snowed in? And lately, you’ve been feeling annoyed by how he can just kiss you goodbye, leave you breathless and then go to work as if nothing’s happened. You want his attention. You need it.
About thirty minutes later, Zayne comes back into the living room. “Sweetheart, they have-“ he pauses, noticing it’s empty. “Hello? Sweetheart?” He calls out to the room, “Y/N?” He turns to the hallway, peeking into the bathroom, then the office. He finds you in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with your arms crossed. Your back is to him, so he doesn’t see the pout on your face. “There you are,” The soft blue light from the window casts a glow on your skin.
“Y/N?” He comes closer, now able to see your face. He immediately notices your mood, sitting down. “How come you aren’t talking to me, my love?” You pause for a moment, then look at him. “Don’t tell me you’re going into work.” You say. He raises an eyebrow, “Is that what this is about?” You nod.
“They did call me. Asked me to come in, said they needed some advice on a case.” He says. You get up, groaning. “Zayne, I know your work it’s important to you, but when is the last time we could spend the day like this together?” Zayne watches you with an unreadable expression. “You want me to stay home with you?” You turn around, your face full of flustered frustration, “Of course I do! Zayne you’re my husband, I-I need you! I want you.” You blurt out. Zayne’s silent for a moment before he takes your arm. Before you know it, he has swung himself on top of you, pulling you down on the bed.
You look up at him with wide eyes, staring as his hair falls over his thoughtful face. “W-what are you…doing?” You stutter out. Zayne brings his hand up to your face, the soft back brushing against your cheek. “My poor wife…has felt neglected, hasn’t she?” He says. The feeling of his cold hand against your cheek instantly makes your mood soften. “I’m just saying that-“ Zayne interrupts. “That you need me?” He says. You notice how intense his stare has gotten, his eyes never leaving your now trembling lips. “I-I do need you…I’ve missed you. Your touch.” You bring your hand up to lock in with his. He squeezes your hand tighter, moving it to the side of your head, his hand sliding down to pin yours down.
“Then I should make up for lost time.” He leans down, slowly pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, trailing down your jaw, then your neck. “The hospital can survive without me for one night. Because apparently, my poor..needy..wife needs me.” He whispers, close enough where you can feel his breath against your skin. “Hey…I never said I was-!” You let out a gasp as his cold hands trail up your sides, slipping under the oversized tshirt you’re wearing. “Shh…” he murmurs. His kisses get lower and lower against your chest until he presses a cold one directly in the middle, making your entire body shiver. You can feel his hands get colder too against your waist, making your body want to flee. But he holds you in place with his strong hands.
“Do you think I’m a bad husband, my love? Neglecting you…not touching your body as you want me to too?” He says. His hands slide up to cup your breast, massaging gently as you arch into his touch. “Zayne, you’re…you’re perfect.” You let out in a breathy moan. He licks your chest one more time, brushing over your nipple before he pulls away. You look up at him in confusion, obviously needing more. He smirks, “Relax, sweetheart. I’ll show you what a good husband I am.” He says. He moves to your hips under your shirt, pulling down your shorts and panties in one quick motion.
You look over at him nervously, a slight flush growing on your face. “Still shy after all these years, Y/N?” He leans down, his face right between your thighs. His breath is so cold at first you jump and your body shivers as his hands crawl up your thighs, pushing them up. He swings them over his shoulders, looking at you from between your legs. “I’ll ask you this once again, my love. Too cold?” He asks with a grin. You shake your head shyly, “Perfect.”
As soon as the words fall from your mouth, Zayne dives in between your legs, his mouth wide open as he takes all of you inside of him. You feel his cold breath against your pussy, his tongue working in a fast motion. Your back arches, your body feigning for the touch of his tongue. “Zayne~..” you moan out, your hand coming down to run through his hair. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes as he lets out a huff. His hand runs further up your body, laying against the side of your waist. He starts to move faster, sucking against your clit which makes your eyes shut from the pleasure.
“That feels so good, don’t stop..-“ you can’t finish your sentence before he uses his other hand to push two fingers inside of you slowly, causing you to gasp. He moves his fingers in and out slowly out of your pussy slowly, contrasting to his fast mouth and tongue. “M-mphhh..” you groan while biting your lip, feeling your body get tenser and tenser. You’re in so much pleasure, you don’t even notice Zayne’s evol starting to act up, the tip of his fingers turning icy blue against your waist. A light blue mist forms around them, freezing soft patches of your skin. You bite your lip harder as Zayne increases the pace of his fingers inside of you. “Aren’t you going to be a good wife? Am I making you feel good enough?” Zayne mutters, working his mouth harder and harder. “I need my wife to cum for me.”
Your body writhes into him more and more, your legs squeezing his head between your legs. “T-there, there…!” You exclaim as you finally cum, flooding his mouth and fingers with wetness. He drinks and slurps up your release as if he’s eager to taste and consume every part of you. You breathe heavily, your eyes finally opening to look down at him. He pulls from in between your legs, smiling with a dripping wet chin. “Thank you, my love.” he says softly. The soft blue frozen patches on your waist slowly disappear and he comes up to your side to hold you. He embraces you, in that same cold, yet heartwarming way and you close your eyes, comforted by Zayne’s presence.
maybe it's because I'm very aware of this sort of thing, having had to glance over far too many "your pale skin" and "your red cheeks" for my liking but I don't get how people are unaware of making fics inclusive. I literally just rewrote a line to exclude the word diamond cause like...what if your dream engagement ring isn't a diamond? I can't be leaving you out!
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