#hah cliffhanger

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

I saw ponyboy

his hair isn’t.. horrible looking, definitely fixable (I think)

I think they rebleached it-

Rebleached it?!

Soda was in awe, not even mad. He was just shocked. Ponyboy redyed his hair? It felt kind of terrifying to think about.

Shit. Well... That ain't much of something I can clean up. God, I hope it wasn't during another...

He stops writing, as he takes out another piece of paper. His thoughts moving around elsewhere.

He pauses, staring it over as he slowly rose from his stool, reading both notes over once, then twice.

Alright, now this time he was mad.

Soda still had an hour left of work. Did he care? Absolutely not. He clocked out early, scratched his name on the paper, snatched up his keys, and left.

The notes were both left absently on the counter. The painting was abandoned. Soda was moving without thinking.

“Fuck this shit. Fuck Mark. Fuck the DX. Fuck those dates.” Soda was re-rolling his sleeves, pushing them up as he jumped into the truck and slammed the door on his way in.

He spun out of the parking lot, he could make up for his extra hour tomorrow. He could stay late, make up for the hour.

He could make up an excuse for his dates.

He could punch Mark Jennings in the face.

Soda's eyes were glued on the road, not paying attention to shit around him as he swerved into the grassy area near their fence. He jumped out of the car and ran inside.

“Ponyboy?! Steve?!” Soda yelled as he marched his way down the pavement and up to the porch of the house.

There was nothing coming from inside. There was no lights on, no people. Nothing had been moved.

“Fuck.”

[kickbutts-singsongs]

Dang it’s not every night I stay up until 2am reading fic but here we are

[angelsforthenight]

screen babe, mean babe, guess who’s gonna cream babe! (pt. 4)

camgirl!vi x reader (pt 1, pt 2, pt 3)

summary: days are going by too quickly and fickle feelings blossom between you and vi. you make the most of each day with her, but when a certain someone comes back and places a hard choice on you, decisions will have to be made.

PRE A/N: hi lovelies,, even though i really really love when u guys send me messages and express how much u love my work (i adore it sm pls keep doing so) pls don’t ask me when i will update a chapter because i can never tell you a specific time and it stresses me out .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. believe it or not it takes a lot to write a series fanfic and i’ve already got a lot on my plate with work and school so pls acknowledge that ;; ANYWAYS I HOPE U ENJOY AND I LOB U GUYS

content (18+): lots of smut, situationship, tribbing, sub!vi, brat!vi, dirty talk, begging, risky sex, sort foot fetish but i don’t wanna call it that 😭🙏, very faint angst, lots of fluff too!!! crushing & yearning, dbf!sevika feature, we get a bit of vi’s pov, cliffhanger at the end :p

“you’re never gonna forget about me, are you?”

your legs are currently slotted in between vi’s, sticky not only from the film of sweat coated over your bodies, but also the undeniable arousal that has grown and festered between you two.

vi gasps sharply when you push yourself forward; bumping your clit against hers and smearing your fluids.

“you’re so… f-fucking smug.” she has to force the words out, now familiar with the fact that you always expect an answer to your questions. you reach down and cup her face, squeezing her cheeks.

“because i’m right. you’re gonna go off to wherever the hell knows where and i’m still going to be on your mind.” you grin, fucking her harder. vi’s hand flies to her mouth as she stifles in a cry. she doesn’t want to wake your parents who are asleep next door.

“i prefer not to think about that.” vi pitches her hips up, making sparks of stimulation rivulet down your entire body, right down to your feet. a whine doesn’t fail to escape your lips.

you and vi have been at this since the night of the barbecue party. fucking. it’s the best thing you could’ve wanted, especially because you always get to tease and taunt vi in the process. the unconscious ‘competition’ that had been going on between you two is now no more, but if it was, you’d be so many points higher than vi right now.

“i’m close. keep talking to me.” you sigh, eyes fluttering closed.

“i— fuck… c-can’t really talk either, you know. hah!” vi tries to sound snappy, but with the way your clits are gliding together at an intense pace, her voice comes out as pathetic instead.

“how bad do you need to cum right now?” you huff, your gaze struggling to focus as the impending release threatens to overtake you.

“real bad.” vi whines, tipping her head back. your hand reaches for vi’s, intertwining your fingers with hers.

“beg for it. i know you can.”

with how close you two are about to cum, your movements begin to grow sloppier, inconsistent. vi squeezes her hold on your hand.

“oh god… please let me cum. pleaseplease—“

it’s a salacious view alright. what with the harsh pants and the outwardly pornographic noises filling the room, creaming your sopping pussy against her own.

“then go ahead. make a mess.” you permit. vi doesn’t even need to be told twice, tipping her head back as her body goes rigid, shuddering violently. she swears she can see god, and you, the same.

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you are something quite like the sun these days. even your parents have noticed your heartened mood.

“you have roses in your cheeks.” your mother would point out warmly, the old-fashioned saying never failing to make you blush even more. you’re fucking glowing, and you have no one else to thank but vi. the bond between you two have nurtured like a river, flowing deeper with each passing day. is it too early to say that you’re falling in love?

it’s currently the evening and vi’s exhausted after a long day of running after animals, cleaning kennels, feeding and watering. you’re half sat/half laying in between her legs, with the cd she bought for you playing soothingly in the background. vi traces her name on the nape of your neck and you squirm, scrunching your face up.

“that tickles. and you’re not slick.”

you turn around only to see vi smiling impishly, like a mischievous child. “i was gonna write violence, actually.”

“liar.” you smile, turning back around and nuzzling comfortably against her front. you could fall asleep right now if you wanted to.

her fingertips graze against your scalp, tracing circles and stars and spirals. her name is what she writes the most, however, from the back of your head to the nape of your neck. as if engraving her name in your brain. 

you’re the happiest you’ve been in a while.

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fried chicken for dinner tonight. vi’s got one of those nights when she comes early from work, and your parents like her so much that they insist on eating all together and chatting when they all have the chance to. whereas two weeks ago you hated it, you’ve now come to appreciate it.

you sink your teeth into a wing, immediately regretting doing so because of how hot it is.

“damn it.” you mutter, blowing on it repeatedly. vi, sitting across from you, watches you amusedly. a slack smile playing on her lips.

“that’s why you gotta be patient.” she chirps, and your parents agree. you roll your eyes, though your heart betrays you by fluttering in glee. any sliver of attention from vi gets your heart going, and by the way she’s looking at you makes you hope she likes you the same way you do.

your clothed foot grazes vi’s under the table before sliding up her leg. vi quickly glances at you before focusing on her food again, quietly clearing her throat. you smile, your eyes brazenly set on her. it seems to be embarrassing her, considering the way her skin is beginning to match the colour of her hair.

you make matters worse by guiding your foot upwards, boldly pressing the heel of your foot against her crotch. it makes vi jolt so hard that her knees hit against the table, making the dishes clatter. you quietly snort.

“are you okay, violet?” your dad asks, raising a brow. vi’s jaw slacks open, her brain momentarily short-circuiting as she tries to figure out something to say.

“i… um. sorry. i get… s-shivers.” she mutters slowly. your foot doesn’t move.

“it’s okay, dad, i get them too sometimes.” you chime in, though your eyes are still settled on vi’s nervous ones. you take this a step further by ever so slightly shifting your foot up, with the right amount of pressure. vi instinctively clenches her thighs against your foot. the fabric of your sock crammed against vi’s dressed cunt is unbelievable, and vi hangs her head low, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tries her hardest to act normal at the dinner table. this is all so fun, watching vi try to stay as still as possible. her food is left discarded on her plate, completely forgotten about, whilst you amusedly nibble on a fry.

you press too hard, and high-pitched whimper leaves her lips. she thinks nobody heard because she instantly shot up from her seat, offering to take plates to the dishwasher. she shoots you a withering glare, one that makes you feel a pang of heat on your lower stomach.

you innocently smile back at her, offering her your plate for her to take.

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“that wasn’t cool what you did back there.” vi huffs whilst she tilts her head to the side, letting you pepper sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all over her neck.

“you didn’t like it?” you let yourself be selfish, planting purple bruises on the slope of her neck where it meets her shoulder.

“it’s not th—ah..t. it’s ‘cuz we were with your p-parents, so it’s weird…” vi’s voice is beginning to slew into a heap of slurred babbles, because you’ve now brought your teeth into the mix; nipping and sucking at her skin.

you glance up at her, taking in the hazy look on her face, the way her eyebrows are already settled in that familiar needy look you worship so much.

“good thing we didn’t get caught then. right?”

vi gazes down at you, furrowing her brows. the corner of her lips twitch into a little smile.

“you’re really something y’know?” she whispers, brushing your hair to the side so she can see more of your face. “you know what? you’re right. i’m probably not gonna forget about you.”

you blink, eyes widening a fraction as you register what she’s just said. mere words have somehow blown you off your socks and left you speechless, your dominant and playful demeanour gone like the wind. vi isn’t going to forget about you.

you glance down, busying yourself by running your hands up her thighs so vi can’t see how flustered you’re getting, how hard your heart has started to pound against your ribs.

“you mean that?” you mumble quietly, the question slipping out of your lips before your brain even gets a chance to stop them. you mentally curse yourself for sounding so needy and desperate. vi looks down at you quietly, before gently guiding your chin up to focus your gaze on her. she flashes you a grin.

“what was that tone? ’you mean that?’ you sound so sad.” you flush red when vi mimics you, swatting her hand away and looking away from her.

“fuck off.”

“no! just say you’re gonna miss me.” vi teases, trying to get you to show your face. you jerk away like a baby refusing to be spoon-fed. “come onnnn!” she coos.

vi pounces on you, making you both tumble onto the sheets. you squeal as you two get yourselves into playful roughhousing. you lightly pull at vi’s hair whilst she shoves your face, rolling around on the bed. you can’t help but burst out laughing at how silly you two are acting.

“there she is.” vi breathes, raising herself above you, her hands being on either side of your head. you guys both pant breathlessly, synchronised, as if connected.

“so what if i am going to miss you?” you mutter.

vi smiles sympathetically, a look you both want to diminish from your brain and keep it locked in there forever. you really don’t want vi to go. for her to just go back to being a cam-girl on your screen.

vi leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. though vi was the one to initiate it, your lips chase after hers, cupping her cheeks and holding her close. as if she’ll disintegrate if you let go.

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you two sleep together in your bed that night. it wasn’t planned, it just kind of happened. your heads are huddled together, vi’s cheek pressed against yours. despite the onslaught of boiling summer heat you’ve been experiencing these past few weeks, the covers are pulled up high, just under your chins, tucked in comfortably with the woman you’ve come to fall for.

you sleep so well that you don’t even realise your mother coming in the room to leave some towels in the cupboard. she’s quite surprised at the sight, not having really known how close you two have gotten. she smiles to herself and creeps away quietly, not wishing to wake you two up. she knew you’d be embarrassed if you found her there.

it’s the sound of vi’s alarm that wakes you two up. you inhale sharply at the unexpected blaring noise, whilst vi groans and lazily switches it off. she squints her eyes at the harsh sunlight bleeding through your sheer curtains. she then glances down at you — who’s trying to bury your face in her arm so you’re isn’t met with how bright it is.

“think it’s time to get up.” vi mutters, her voice laced with sleep. you groan awake, stretching and purposely shoving her a little while you do so.

“hey.” vi giggles, shoving you back.

you two end up staying in bed for a while longer, lazily mumbling about all sorts of things: how vi has the day off today, and you suggesting you go to the ice cream parlour downtown together. all the while, the tip of vi’s nails drag against your scalp soothingly.

though this little tranquil moment feels lovely, there’s a little voice nagging in the back of your head that vi will be leaving soon, in less than a week, so you shouldn’t feel too comfortable. guilt slithers up your spine at how much this feels like a relationship, like you two are girlfriends. the fact that this moment won’t last upsets you.

you faintly move away from her. “i’m gonna start getting ready.”

“mmm i’m gonna stay here for a little longer. i like your bed.” vi stretches.

after getting dressed, you pad downstairs. you expect to see your parents in the kitchen, but instead you surprisingly find sevika instead. sitting against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee, reading a magazine as casual as ever, as if she’s been here all along.

“oh, look who’s finally up.” she glances at you through her glasses, before taking it off and setting it down on the table.

“sevika?” you blink repeatedly, “what are you doing here? where are my parents?” your thoughts frantically rush to vi, dreading how awkward things will most-likely be if she comes downstairs. your mind then proceeds to flash to the barbecue party, how you were so drunk you were practically throwing yourself all over the poor woman.

“they went out, told me to look after the house.” she grins. “i haven’t left this side of town quite yet. sorry to disappoint.”

“disappointed? no! definitely not… i’m more than happy you’re here actually.” you ramble, spilling more than you should. sevika simply stares at you amusedly.

“what’s with you lately? sit next to me.” she instructs gently, her voice so low and guiding that you can’t help but comply immediately. her silver eyes pierce through you so hard you’re afraid she’ll be able to somehow read your mind, so you look away. you do not want vi to come downstairs and see you like this.

but alas, vi does. skipping down the staircase and even cheerfully singing a little tune to herself. however upon seeing you and sevika, her face falls. in fact, it even sours.

“oh. hello.” she greets sevika flatly. glancing at you straightaway. you want to melt.

“morning. violet, was it?” sevika looks at her.

vi hums in response, you internally cringe at vi’s obvious attitude. “you?”

“name’s sevika. i’m a friend of the family.”

there seems to be this inexplicable tension in the room that is so thick that it feels like it’s being shoved down your throat and constricting your airways. you make up an excuse to leave, lying that there’s plants that need to be watered.

vi fleetingly hates you for leaving her alone with this older woman, who exhibits an air of being intimidating yet lenient all the same. she knows you two are close, judging by the way you two acted at the party. it may be selfish to admit, but she didn’t like it. not even in the slightest. sure, it’s worrying, considering you two aren’t even dating, and she’ll probably never see you again once her stay here expires, but she doesn’t care.

“you’re staring at me a lot. is there something on my face?” sevika smiles. vi swears she’s not being crazy when she says she can feel the condescending tone bleeding out of her.

“no.” vi mumbles as a response, trying to peek at the garden to see where you are at; silently pleading for you to come save her from this painful conversation.

“so… you and y/n? y’all close or..?” sevika raises a brow.

vi narrows her eyes. she’d be pleasured to snap in sev’s face about that being frankly none of her business and that she should be playing bingo or some shit (vi has no sense of what forty year old women do.)

“sure. close enough to know that she’s good with her hands… which explains the planting thing.” vi passes it off as a simple gardening thing, but she meant more, and sevika knows she meant more. they glare at each other silently, an invisible zing of electricity charging between the two of them.

you come back just in time to fizzle out the tense moment, and both women stare up at you, saying your name at the same time. vi and sevika glare at each other whilst you stand there confused; obviously unaware of what happened whilst you were gone.

sevika’s the first to successfully grab your attention, getting at your name first before vi does.

“you mind if we talk? privately?” she mutters.

“it’s fine, i’ll just go upstairs.” vi bitches, storming up the stairs like an angsty teenager. you furrow your brows at her behaviour. maybe it wasn’t such a good idea leaving them alone.

“anyway. i mostly came here to talk to you about something.” sevika says, her eye contact as strong as always. you quietly nod, though a little inkling in your brain is worrying about vi, hoping she isn’t actually sulking upstairs.

“i’m leaving today. do you want to come back with me?” sevika’s words make you pause, your gaze fully focused on her.

“just for a few days. i already talked to your parents about it. i think you’d like it. would be good for you.” sevika smirks.

your brain short-circuits, just shy of exploding. a year ago, you were absolutely gutted upon hearing that sevika was leaving. you wanted nothing more than for her to pack you up in her suitcase and take you with her. you adore sevika. anything she says, goes.

but on the flip side, you cannot just leave vi: someone you’ve bonded with heavily, even outside of sex. you can’t even begin to imagine her face if you’d tell her, especially since vi’s days of living in your house are coming to an end. you don’t even think you’d be able to see her go if you went with sevika.

then again… vi came here with a purpose. she simply wanted to do volunteering and wanted a place to stay in. having sex with you is probably just a mere bonus, that’s all she probably sees it as. you two don’t mean enough to each other than you hope.

you get out of your head, noticing that sevika is looking at you expectedly. whatever you pick will matter, and will leave an impression that’ll hardly be forgettable…

part 5 (final part)

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[downbad4sylus]

“Caleb… You’re scaring me.”

(part 1, part 2, and part 4)

synopsis: You struggle with what it means for Caleb to remain in your life while in a relationship with Sylus. Caleb, however, is determined to make that decision for you.

content: sylus x afab!reader; use of Y/N; established relationship; slightly nsfw right off the bat (but it’s brief), then slightly nsfw/suggestive again a little later (but still brief); tension; angst; caleb acts like caleb but worse; zayne cameo; mention of stalking; kidnapping; use of Evol; ends on a cliffhanger; mostly proofread

word count: ~3.6k

tags: @zarakem @freddy-2002-blog @browneyedgirl22 @exactlysizzlingdonut

a/n: back by popular demand, here is the third part to the sylus v caleb series! things take a bit of a dark turn and will continue to do so in the final part. i do just want to say that, altho caleb is essentially the villain in this story, i genuinely like him as a LI. thanks so much for all your continued support, hope you guys enjoy!!

Sylus was buried deep within you and all he wanted to do was lose himself in the feel of you squeezing him oh so perfectly, but that was proving quite difficult when your phone kept buzzing on the nightstand.

It had been weeks since he last touched you like this, since he made love to you, fucked you. He wanted to be sure your shoulder and ribs were healed lest he only injure you further. And now he finally, finally, had you squirming beneath him, calling out his name in the throes of pleasure.

Except your annoyingly persistent childhood best friend refused to give either of you a moment of peace.

“Kitten,” Sylus rasped, his thrusts slowing to get your attention, “unless you want me to break your phone so it never rings again, I suggest you turn it off until we’re done.”

“Hah—s-sorry,” you panted, blindly reaching for the phone.

Your hand smacked the screen at the same moment Sylus hit a sweet spot within you, your loud moan echoing through the bedroom. Your fingers grasped the edges of the device and you managed to hold it in front of your face.

“Shit,” you swore, fumbling with the phone to end the call you’d accidentally picked up. “Shit, Sylus—ah—hang on.”

Sylus did no such thing, instead putting more force into his thrusts. You bit your lip to keep from making noise, praying that Caleb somehow could not hear what you and Sylus were doing.

Finally hanging up the call, you turned your phone off and tossed it aside onto the bed somewhere.

“Do you think he heard?” you asked Sylus as you looped your arms around his neck and dragged him closer.

He placed open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones. “If he did, then I’d say it’s pretty clear now who you belong to.”

—

Caleb gripped his phone so hard the metal groaned.

There was no mistaking the noises he heard. That you were making. It made jealousy and rage churn in his gut, but there was something else there too. A sense of ownership. You were Caleb’s. Only he should be hearing you make those sinful sounds. Only he should be the one buried inside you, making you feel good.

Caleb ran a hand down his face. He knew one thing for certain: the Onychinus leader had to go.

—

The conversation with Sylus was inevitable and you were dreading it.

He had said he didn’t want you going back to Skyhaven and you hadn’t gone, you’d been by his side for almost the entire time spent healing. But he never said he didn’t want you talking to Caleb.

If you were being honest with yourself though, you weren’t sure how much longer this could continue. Deep down, you knew sooner rather than later, you’d have to choose one or the other. Your choice was clear, one you’d make without a doubt, but the consequences of that choice were what worried you.

Sylus returned from the kitchen, handing you a glass of wine before settling beside you on the couch. You were in one of the sitting rooms at the base after enjoying the meal Sylus had made for you both.

Your boyfriend blew out a long breath. “Sweetie,” he began, and you prepared yourself for the worst, “I think we should talk about it, don’t you?”

While Sylus was hopeful you’d at least lessen contact with the Colonel, he wasn’t naive in expecting you to cut him off completely. But Sylus just couldn’t understand why. The Colonel had only brought instability into your life since he “came back from the dead.” You were bending over backward to appease him the best you could but it was never enough. It would never be enough for the Colonel, not if Sylus was still in the picture.

Sylus knew this would all come to a head eventually, where you would have to make a choice you should never have been forced into. He didn’t want you to have to choose, he wanted you to be able to have the best of both worlds. That was where he and the Colonel differed, something Sylus hoped you could see. Where they were the same, however, Sylus wasn’t going to give you up so easily.

“What exactly do you want to talk about?” you asked, a poor attempt at deflection.

Sylus frowned. “That your supposed childhood best friend has been incessantly calling and texting you since the moment you got back from Skyhaven.”

You winced. Caleb had indeed been blowing up your phone since you’d forgiven him for what happened. Little did you know, that Sylus had found not only a tracking device hidden in your phone but a mirroring program as well. He’d taken out the device immediately and wiped the program from your phone, ensuring there was no backdoor for the Colonel to maintain access. Finding them had enraged Sylus so much that he had to talk himself out of going to Skyhaven and hunting the Colonel down for at least a week afterward.

“I don’t always answer him though,” you protested weakly.

“That’s not the point, sweetie, and you know that,” Sylus admonished. “What happened to boundaries?”

You took a gulp of wine. Sylus was right, so why was it so hard for you to create those boundaries with Caleb? Maybe because he looked or sounded like a kicked puppy whenever you tried. He knew just how to slip past your defenses, and it worked nearly every time.

“I know, I just hate hurting his feelings,” you admitted.

Sylus’s expression softened. He reached for your hand and threaded his fingers through yours. “Sometimes your heart is too big for your own good.”

Your lips twitched upward. “I know,” you repeated. “But you’re right, and earlier was too far. I shouldn’t have to worry about Caleb interrupting every time we’re intimate. I don’t want to worry about it.”

Sylus tilted his head, waiting for you to make your conclusion.

“I’ll talk to him,” you declared, resolute.

Sylus lifted your entwined hands, kissing the back of yours. “Thank you.”

—

You were eternally grateful arguments—real arguments—with Sylus were rare because had they not been, you would’ve given in by now.

You and Caleb had been on the phone for almost thirty minutes now, talking in circles as you tried to lay down some boundaries. Caleb wasn’t having any of it, and you were seconds away from exploding on him.

“I just don’t see what the big deal is, pip-squeak,” he said, maintaining the same infuriatingly cocky tone he’d had since the start of the call. “What’s wrong with me checking in on you during the day?”

“What’s wrong is that I’m an adult, Caleb, and I don’t need you checking up on me every hour!” you shouted, throwing a hand up in the air. “I have a life you know, one that has become increasingly difficult to live with you pestering me all day!”

“Pestering?” Caleb repeated. “That’s a bit harsh don’t you think?”

“You aren’t listening to me!”

Sylus poked his head in, concern creasing his brow. Seeing him sent the tears already pricking behind your eyes spilling free. You waved him off when we came into the room, aimed straight for you. While you craved the comfort of his embrace, the second his arms wrapped around you, you’d lose your nerve. With a frown, he took up a spot against the wall.

You couldn’t help thinking about how, being with Sylus, everything was so easy. He never stifled you. Never told you what you could or couldn’t do. He let you handle your own battles, remaining a silent supporter, but would break that silence the moment you asked him to. He watched you thrive, encouraged it even, all while standing by your side. Sure, he was protective at times and he had a bad habit of using Mephisto to keep tabs on you when you were apart, but these things didn’t hinder you. It was as though Sylus was an extension of yourself, the two of you so intrinsically linked, two halves of one soul.

Nothing was easy with Caleb, not since he’d come back.

Where once you and he had an easygoing friendship, knowing each other like the back of your hands, now it was like the man on the other side of the phone was a stranger. You hoped with time, the two of you would fall into the ease of your previous friendship, but he changed. You changed. And now Caleb was suffocating you.

As much as you hated to admit it, there might no longer be a place for Caleb in your life.

“I’m just trying to make sure you’re safe, Y/N,” Caleb said, his tone edging toward something sharp.

“Keep me safe?” You scoffed. “Like how you kept me safe in Skyhaven and I ended up with a dislocated shoulder and bruised ribs? I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, Caleb, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I have a boyfriend who is perfectly capable of taking care me.”

Caleb chucked, but there was no humor behind it. No, it sounded far more menacing. “Are you sayin’ you don’t need me anymore, pip-squeak?” A chill went down your spine at his tone. “I leave for a year, doing all that I can to protect you, and you’re sayin’ it doesn’t matter? That you can take care of yourself? That you have him to take care of you?”

He laughed again, a terrifying sound. “I’m the only one who can take care of you, pip-squeak, and you’re giving me no choice but to prove that to you.”

Your hand shook. “Caleb…” you breathed. “You’re scaring me.”

Sylus pushed off the wall, reaching you in a few long strides. He motioned for the phone, his eyes blazing with fury, but you merely laced your fingers through his. He squeezed your hand but you shook your head, silently conveying I want to hear what he has to say.

“I only want what’s best for you, Y/N,” Caleb said, his voice noticeably softer. “You’ll see for yourself, I promise.”

“Caleb—“

“I’ll see you soon, pips.”

The line went dead.

You looked up at Sylus, tears spilling once more. “He’s not the same.”

Sylus pressed a gentle kiss to your brow. “I know, sweetie.”

—

“I got you something, sweetie.”

It had been two weeks, and you hadn’t heard from Caleb since that last phone call which was both a relief and incredibly unnerving. Sylus had insisted you stay with him a while longer at the base, concerned that he couldn’t keep you safe anywhere else. But as the days passed and there was no word from Caleb, you had to leave the safety of the base and return to work, to your life. You’d been out for long enough already.

Sylus came to your apartment every night, staying with you until he dropped you off at the Association come morning.

Tonight was no different.

You perked up from where you were laying in bed, doom scrolling, as Sylus waltzed over holding a small box tied with a ribbon.

“What is this for?” you asked, taking it once he crawled into bed with you.

Sylus smirked. “Just because.”

“Such a sly crow,” you teased.

You pulled the ribbon loose then lifted the lid, revealing a beautiful silver bracelet. The chain resembled one of the necklaces he often wore that you’d always likened to a dragon’s tail. Rather than onyx, the baguette gem resting in the bracelet’s setting was a bright red ruby, just like his eyes.

“Sylus, it’s beautiful,” you breathed, meeting his fond gaze. “Will you put it on for me?”

With gentle fingers, he took the bracelet from the box. “I’ll put it on as long as you promise never to take it off.”

Your brow raised. “I’ll have to take it off when I shower, I don’t want to ruin the metal.”

“You don’t need to worry about that, it’s made from platinum, which means it’s highly resistant to tarnishing.”

You huffed a laugh. “You really think of everything, don’t you?”

“Only the best for my beloved,” Sylus drawled.

You smiled, your heart soaring. You offered your wrist and Sylus clasped the bracelet around it, the fit—unsurprisingly—perfect.

You threw your arms around Sylus’s neck, hugging him tight. “Thank you, I love it.”

He pulled you back, lightly tugging on your hair. “I love you.”

He kissed you, softly at first, before it grew into something hungry.

Soon, he had you wearing only the bracelet.

—

The hardest thing about stalking watching you these past two weeks was having to suffer through moments like these. Knowing you were moaning another man’s name. Knowing that man was bringing you pleasure when it should’ve been him buried deep inside you. It should’ve been him running his hands all over your body, memorizing every dip and curve. Kissing you, tasting you.

Caleb’s fists clenched and unclenched as he tried desperately to keep his anger in check.

Just a little longer, he kept reminding himself. Just a little longer and he’d be whisking you away to safety. To be with him, and only him.

—

“Hi Y/N!” Yvonne greeted you with a bright smile. “Are you here to see Doctor Zayne?”

“Hi Yvonne, yes, I have an appointment with him at three,” you said, leaning your arms against the reception desk.

“That’s a lovely bracelet,” she commented.

You glanced down at your wrist. “Thank you! My boyfriend got it for me.”

“He has great taste.” Yvonne grabbed the phone off the receiver. “I’ll let Doctor Zayne know you’re here.”

You turned from the desk, giving her a wave. “Thanks Yvonne, it’s always good to see you.”

“You too, Y/N!”

You made your way to Zayne’s office, your steps confident thanks to the countless times you’d come for a check up.

“Don’t bother sitting.”

Your spine straightened from where you’d been about to sit on the bench outside Zayne’s office.

“Zayne!”

His lips twitched in the barest of smirks. “Come on in.”

You followed him into his office and hopped onto the examination table where Zayne started prodding at your ribs and rotating your shoulder.

“How is everything feeling?” he asked, not lifting his gaze. “Any soreness? Lingering pain? Or general discomfort?”

“Everything’s feeling like it’s supposed to, though sometimes my shoulder will ache if I overwork it too much,” you said.

“Overwork it? Are you resting like you’re supposed to be?” Zayne questioned, finally glancing at you.

You offered him a guilty smile. “I’ve been working out a little.”

Zayne sighed and stepped back. “I expect nothing less from you, but I did expect more from your boyfriend.”

You laughed. “He’s the one who always made me stop! I would’ve kept going if not for him.”

Zayne pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sometimes I’m convinced you want to feel pain.”

You kicked his elbow. “Come on, Zayne, you know that’s not true, I’m just really bad at being idle—“

The office door suddenly slammed open, despite the fact that Zayne had locked it.

Terror crashed over you as Caleb strolled into the office, hands in his pockets and a grin stretched across his face.

“C-Caleb?” Zayne stuttered. “I thought you were—“

“Dead? I know right,” Caleb said, joking as if he hadn’t just broken into the office. “Surprise!”

“What are you doing here?” you hissed.

Caleb tilted his head, the smile never faltering. “Can’t I stop by to say hi?”

“We’re in the middle of an appointment,” said Zayne. “And we still haven’t addressed the fact that you’re supposed to be dead.”

Caleb shrugged. “What can I say?” His gaze locked on you. “I guess I’m not so easy to get rid of.”

Then his eyes flicked to where you had been trying to sneak your phone out of your pocket.

Immense pressure surrounded your hand.

“What do you think you’re gonna do with that, pip-squeak?”

Zayne stepped in front of you, blocking you from Caleb’s line of sight. “What do you think you’re doing with your Evol, Caleb?”

Despite not being able to see you, Caleb’s Evol held fast, keeping your hand gripped around your phone like a vise, impossible for you to use your other to free it.

You hoped Mephisto was outside the hospital and had watched Caleb walk in. You hoped that Sylus had seen it and was on his way to you now. You hoped that he would arrive before it was too late.

“It’s in your best interest to stay out of this, Zayne,” Caleb warned, his voice dropping along with his facade. “I’m here to take Y/N with me.”

“Zayne, please,” you whimpered.

Frost began coating Zayne’s fists. “I don’t think she wants to go anywhere with you.”

“Well that’s a shame,” Caleb sighed. “I wasn’t really giving her a choice.”

In an instant, Zayne was crumpled on the ground, the weight of Caleb’s Evol forcing him to his knees. He groaned as he strained against the gravity, his own Evol flaring in response.

But it was no use, Caleb’s Evol was stronger.

You watched helplessly as pain twisted Zayne’s face. “Caleb stop!” you pleaded. “You’re hurting him!”

“He’s in the way, pip-squeak,” was Caleb’s only response.

You slipped off the exam table and fell to your knees beside Zayne. “Please, Caleb! He was just trying to protect me, please!”

Caleb said nothing.

“I’ll go with you!” you screamed, finally getting his attention. “I’ll go with you, just please let him go.”

Indecision flashed across Caleb’s face for the briefest of moments before he released his Evol’s effect on Zayne. The doctor slumped as his breath came in jagged pants.

Your hands flitted over him, unsure how to help. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“Give him your phone,” Caleb commanded.

The pressure around your hand dissipated and you reluctantly handed your phone over to Zayne, but not before whispering, “The code is zero-four-one-eight. Call. Sylus.”

“Now let’s go, pip-squeak, I’ve waited long enough.”

You pressed your phone harder into Zayne’s hands. “Call. Sylus.”

“Y/N wait.” Zayne reached for you, but it was too late.

You rose to your feet, spinning on your heel, and strode toward Caleb. His face lit up as if he hadn’t just threatened Zayne, the friend from both your childhoods. As if he wasn’t forcing you to walk out of here with him.

Caleb held his hand out and you took it. His grip was strong, bruising almost, as he led you out of Zayne’s office and down the hall, likely toward a back exit.

You never expected Caleb to go this far, you were terrified of whatever came next, but you’d go willingly if it meant keeping Zayne from getting hurt.

Your hope that Sylus would be waiting outside to rescue you was dashed the second you stepped into the back parking lot of the hospital. There was no sign of him, no glimpse of snowy hair or bright red eyes.

You dug your heels into the ground, forcing Caleb to stop.

“Where are you taking me?” you demanded.

He glanced over his shoulder before dragging you forward. “Somewhere safe.”

You tried desperately to free your hand from his iron tight grip but it was no use, Caleb was stronger.

“Caleb, please stop this,” you begged. “You’re really scaring me.”

He squeezed your hand, as if in warning. “You’ll understand once we’re together, I promise. Just a little longer.”

You cried and pleaded for him to stop, to let you go, but all he said was this is for the best, you’ll see, all the way to the car he’d parked around the corner.

He tucked you into the passenger seat and buckled you in, all while standing in the doorway to ensure you couldn’t make a break for it. His gravity Evol kept you in place once he closed the door and rounded the front of the car to join you in the driver’s seat.

As Caleb shifted the car into drive, you watched silently out the window, tears streaming down your cheeks as you wondered where he was taking you, and what was going to happen next.

—

Several notifications from Mephisto lit up Sylus’s lockscreen, but before he could check them, your contact photo took their place.

Thinking you and Mephisto had a fight, he answered the call and raised his phone to his ear, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“What are you and Mephisto arguing about this time?” he asked by way of greeting.

“Sky—er, Sylus?”

Sylus sat up straight in his chair. “Doctor Zayne? Did something happen with Y/N? Is she all right?”

Why would your doctor be calling from your phone? Why was he suddenly referring to Sylus by his true name and not his alias? He couldn’t help but fear something was terribly wrong.

He was on his feet and moving before Zayne could answer, striding toward the base’s garage.

“Caleb, he’s alive. He came during our appointment.” Sylus froze in place, dread sinking like a stone in his gut. “He took Y/N.”

Sylus knew the Colonel had something up his sleeve, it was why he’d stayed by your side these past two weeks. It was why he had Mephisto shadowing your every move when Sylus couldn’t be there to do it himself. It was why he’d given you that bracelet, equipped with a tracking device should the Colonel take things too far and do the unthinkable.

“Are you at the hospital?” Sylus asked Zayne.

“Yes.”

“Stay there, I’m coming to get you.”

“And then what?”

“Then we’re going to hunt the Colonel down and get Y/N back.”

[kamiversee]

˗ˏˋ My Love Note ´ˎ˗

11 | what this is

❧ Synopsis | In which Choso Kamo, your asshole of a best friend, starts to change after you get involved with a rather cheeky cashier, Gojo Satoru.

❧ Content | language, heavy sexual tension, teasing, taunting, possessiveness, jealous men, drama, toxicity, alcohol, tw; spitting, dirty talk, dry humping, tw: mean cliffhanger (sorry not sorry lol), etc...

❧ Word Count | 6.1k

❧ Pairings | Choso Kamo x f!reader & Gojo Satoru x f!reader.

| Chapters mlist |

——Whispering near your lips, Choso had taken a step even closer to you and placed his gloved hand upon the right side of your waist. 

Then he tugged you closer as if to emphasize his words, “Cat got your tongue, princess? Or, what, are you replaying our moments together?” You were. “Am I finally occupying your mind again?” Choso utters even lower than before as he takes your chin into his other hand and tips your head up—causing your lips to actually brush against his. “C’mon, talk to me, argue with me, say something-, anything.”

Your voice comes out airy and you hate the way he seems to have you all wrapped around his finger. “Y-You’re insufferable.” With tense brows and a body that unfortunately won’t move against his hold, you gape at him with this burning feeling on your skin at his every touch.

Choso smiles, “Was I insufferable while I was riiight…” The hand on your waist slides over to your stomach and his thumb presses just below your belly button, “Here? Hm?” He applies a bit more pressure there and you gasp. “Or, again, do you only ever think of me when Gojo denies you of sex?”

“No, Choso. It’s not like that,” You huff out, despite the flashbacks replaying in your mind and the tingle that just ran up your spine. “You just… Every conversation with you now revolves around one thing; sex. It’s all you ever bring up with me and I am tired of it, okay? I’ve told you no and yet you keep trying—“

“You keep letting me try,” He cuts off rudely, sliding his thumb up to your bottom lip. “Even right now, you’ve yet to smack my hands away or even tell me to stop touching you. I wonder why that is.”

Well, shit. You can’t even explain it yourself. Maybe it’s because deep down inside you know that you and Choso’s relationship has always been like this. You’ve always let him tease and taunt you to degrees that know no end. From the day you first met to now, you still can’t find it in you to pull yourself away from his touch.

You prove his point instantly with the way you let him slip his thumb in between your glossed lips, watching the way he smiles slightly at the sight. “I know you don’t have any feelings for me but,” Choso pressed his thumb down on your bottom row of teeth just a bit, allowing your lips to part open and for your breaths to mingle with one another. “Your body damn sure does.”

Ever so softly, you whine. “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”

“‘Course I did, baby. I get it, I bring the sex up all the time but can you really blame me?” Yes. “You ‘n I have almost gotten to that point how many times before it actually happened?” He asks rhetorically, “And then, the only reason it finally happened is because of this lil’ crush you have on Gojo?? Hah, why would I stop trying when I know you don’t want me to?”

The daggers you're shooting him via gaze seem not to phase him in the slightest. Maybe, just maybe, he had a point here. You hated the way he was reading through you right now, knowing you couldn’t really argue with him. No matter what you say, your body language will always be your truth. Even now as he allows his eyes to glide down to your lips that are practically on his, you can hardly even form a thought to tell yourself to pull away.

Tell him to stop. Tell him to go away. Tell him to let go of you and leave you the hell alone. That’s what you want, isn’t it?? 

…So why are you letting him slide his thumb out your mouth and gently force your lips into a pout? Why do you let him move both of his hands to your waist and hold you like he’s your boyfriend or something? And why, just why, do you let him press his lips against yours so faintly that it’s almost as though he didn’t just kiss you??

“You're not dating him,” Choso reminds you—which stings because you wish you were. Maybe then you’d find it in you to tell Choso to back off. “So like, if you simply don’t want me at all, jus’ say that.”

You can’t. Physically, mentally, whatever-the-fuck-lly, you cannot find it anywhere in yourself to tell Choso Kamo that you don’t want him in any way. Perhaps it was because of the crush you had on him years ago. Maybe those teenage feelings never really died off like you thought they did and now they’ve returned in the worst way possible. 

It sucks because you know in your head you don’t want to date Choso. You know you want to go be with Gojo. But there’s just this little void space in between all of that in which you’re conflicted. Call you Hannah Montana with the way you want the best of both worlds.

You want the affection you receive from both men simultaneously. 

But, at the same time, you don’t. At the same time, all you can do is replay Gojo’s smile in your head, his voice, his touches, his tenderness, and then it all just feels right. With Choso there’s just this constant battle you’re fighting where it feels so wrong but so damn good at the same time.

“I can’t,” You eventually mutter, finally turning your head off to the side. “It’s not that I don’t want you, Cho. I just… I told you before I’m—“

“Woahhhhh,” Another, terrifyingly familiar voice comes bursting into the kitchen. At the sound of it, your body is motionless and you’re lucky Choso swiftly slides his hands off of you to shove them into his pockets. “What’s goin’ on in heree?” Gojo’s slightly slurred tone hits your ear and your eyes are wafting away from Choso in search.

You end up tipping your body to the side to spot Gojo stumbling his way deeper into the kitchen. The button-up shirt he's got on beneath the vest he’s wearing is unbuttoned significantly lower than before and you note how his cheeks are reddened more. 

Choso looks back at the guy from over his shoulder, not making an effort to remove the distance between your body and his whatsoever. Your eyes rake over your crush's staggering frame and you quickly note that he’s drunk.

Or at least, you thought he was until his eyes were setting on you peeking around Choso’s body and how close you were to the guy. From Gojo’s angle of view, he could tell your body was practically pressed up against Choso’s. The two of you didn’t have any hands on one another by the time he gathered the sight but the proximity alone was enough to sober him up for a moment.

The lazy smile Gojo had on his face flickered slightly as he took long strides over to the two of you. His next actions are smooth. Gojo brushes past Choso but hooks an arm around your waist in the process, soon finding himself standing on your right side and pulling you up close to him. Choso lets his eyes trail Gojo and his possessive little movements, cocking an irritated grin at the sight.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Gojo asks Choso, sizing him up and down. Suddenly, there’s less of a slur to his words in comparison to moments before.

Choso has to clench his jaw a bit to bite back every snarky response that nearly rolled off of his tongue just now. Desperately does he want to tell Gojo about how this isn’t the first time he’s interrupted something intimate with you. Last time you and Choso were about to have sex again before he came knocking on the apartment door and now he had interrupted you in explaining your feelings to Choso.

So, to hold himself back, Choso scoffs in Gojo’s face and looks off to the side. “Nah man, you’re fine.” He replies dryly. The next thing that leaves his lips is a bit of an accident but he just can’t help himself, “Me ‘n her live together so I’m sure we can continue our talk later, right?” Choso asks with a glance at you.

You can feel Gojo’s fingers gripping onto your waist a little tighter as if to silently tell you something. Whatever it is though, you’re unsure of. “Right,” You murmur softly.

Gojo’s brows rise in interest. “You two were pretty close to each other just now for a convo that’s bein’ saved for later…” He points out.

“We’ve been closer,” Choso regrettably snaps back. Fuck, you even see the recoil on his face as his eyes squeeze shut for a second, clearly regretting the words that just left him.

Drunk or not, the gears in Gojo’s head begin to grind. He’s not stupid, far from it, so he can infer the implications behind such a statement. Lucky for you, the alcohol in his system does interfere with him jumping to the right assumptions. “Yeah? I’m sure you guys have,” Gojo says, looking down at you, “You two have been friends for uh,” He clicks his tongue, “Eight years, no?”

“Just about,” Choso replies for you, both of their eyes set on you.

You gulp and try to play off how nervous you are with a slight chuckle. Then you turn more into Gojo and distract him with a hug. Placing your chin on his chest, you angle your head up to look at him, “What’re you doin’ in here anyways? I thought you went to go sit down?”

Just the sight of you hugging Gojo and staring up at him is enough to piss Choso off albeit clearly unintentional.

Gojo, who oddly adores Choso's audience at the moment, places his hands on your sides, exactly where Choso’s touch was just a few seconds before he came into the kitchen. “I did but then Suguru found me and wanted me to take some shots with him. Right after that, I started missin’ you sooo, I came to find ya’.” He explains with this doting look in his eyes.

You smile, “Aw, you really do get clingy when drunk, huh?”

“I tried to warn you,” Gojo snickers softly before leaning down.

He was moving to kiss you. You don’t know why but you panic. 

Choso’s still standing there quietly waiting for you two to remember his presence, watching the whole thing and… seeing things you don’t.

Now, if you pulled away from Gojo, he would have known something was up so, you don’t. Because of that and the way your eyes shut to allow him to kiss you, you miss the way Gojo keeps his eyes open just to glare at Choso while his lips slot onto yours.

Choso meets said glare and his heart aches in his chest. Every thought of his is screaming to blurt out the fact that he’s done exactly what Gojo’s doing now, years before Gojo even knew who you were. Choso wants to throw it in Gojo’s face how he’s seen the expressions you make when you’re making the filthiest lil’ mess around his cock. He wants to explain how Gojo’s likely temporary for you and how you’ll always end up coming right back into his arms the moment the guy fucks up.

To make matters worse, Gojo smiles against your lips. While your best friend didn’t exactly say anything, his face was doing all the talking right now. Which was enough to lead Gojo into bringing a hand down to your ass and squeezing before he finally shuts his eyes and kisses you properly.

You hum at the sudden push of his lips against you and then jump against his hold the moment his hand smacks your ass. “Satoru,” You utter between his kisses, earning a low grunt from his throat before his lips detach from yours.

Gojo takes one long look at your face, feeling Choso’s eyes still on him, and then he smirks. His free hand moves to your lips, exactly like how your best friend did, and spreads your lips apart. “Hold on, stick out your tongue f’me,” Gojo instructs. You’re confused but, you do it anyway.

Gojo huffs a small scoff through his nose, glances at Choso one more time, and then looks at you. “You came in here for somethin’ to drink right?” He’s not about to do what you think he is, is he? “Lemme give you a taste of what I’ve been sippin’ on, yeah?”

You’re not sure what’s worse. The way your tongue rolls out a bit further in anticipation, the fact that Choso’s watching this, or the fact that Gojo actually lets a filthy glob of spit waft down onto your tongue… And then to top it all off, you swallow it down with no hesitation.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Gojo whispers, leaning in to kiss you again.

This time you pull back and turn your head, “Enough Satoru. Choso’s standing right—“

“Nah, pretend I’m not even here, honestly,” Choso comments finally, his hands balled into fists within the confines of his pockets. “That’s what you’ve been doin’ all night anyway,” He mutters beneath his breath whilst his feet swivel against the ground. “I’ll just uh, go ahead ‘nd see my way out.” Is the last thing said before you turn your head back and see him snatching up his drink from the counter.

“Wait,” You huff, breaking away from Gojo’s touches entirely. You hurry over to Choso and whisper, “We’ll talk more tonight, okay? I promise.”

Choso’s gaze flickers in sincerity at your words. “You promise?” He whispers back.

“Yeah.” You nod.

“Alright.” He says to you before doing one last thing as if to get back at Gojo’s recent display of affection. Choso takes hold of one of your hands and carefully yanks your body toward him. He wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you—appearing as though he were embracing you just to say bye. 

But, because of a certain pair of blue eyes watching his every move, Choso smirks and moves his lips to press against your ear with a soft-spoken voice. “I’ll see you later tonight then.” He tells you.

After which, Choso looks at something (more like someone) behind you and then smiles fully. Whatever he was just trying to accomplish has certainly worked. And with that, he pulls away from you and leaves the kitchen with a slight wave of his hand.

You found that… weird. Why did he hug you and whisper in your ear like that all of a sudden? It’s not like he said anything incriminating. You shrug Choso’s oddness off and turn back around.

Coming face first with the man, Gojo’s now standing a lot closer than where you’d left him. For the nth time of the day, you flinch out of surprise. “Satoru, shit. I thought you were—“

“You done?” Gojo breathes out all of a sudden.

Your brows pinch up and you hum. “What? Done with what?”

“This party,” He clarifies, his expression unreadable. “I’m ready to go.”

“We’ve only been here for like thirty minutes,” You tell him with a weary smile on your face. “What’s wrong?”

Gojo stares at you as if you should be able to read his mind or something but, the truth is, his expression tells you nothing. He looks like he’s pissed off? But, he also looks like he’s fine? You’re unsure of what to make of his face right now.

“I just,” He pauses, clearly deciding his words carefully before he sighs. “I wanna be alone with you for a sec'.”

You glance around the kitchen, “We’re alone right now?”

Gojo shakes his head, “I mean, somewhere more private.”

“Ah,” You nod. “Do you wanna go find a room?”

“There’s a couple fucking in almost every one,” He tells you, cringing at the flashback. “I stumbled into a few while lookin’ for the bathroom. But uhm, what about my car?”

“That seems private enough... Are you sure everything’s okay?” You ask with a concerned tilt of your head.

Gojo’s eyes look almost tired, the emotion in them unrecognizable to you. With another sigh, he shrugs. “Yeah, I guess so. I… I don’t know, jus’ want you to myself for a second, alright?” There’s this sudden attitude that pops off in his words and it makes your heart twinge funnily. Then he’s stepping past you and walking away as if he wants you to follow him.

You’re wildly confused but, you do anyway.

· ───────── · ꨄ · ───────── ·

The walk to Gojo’s car is almost awkward for you. With no idea what’s gotten into him so suddenly, he just seems grumpy the whole way there. Even as Shoko bumps into you two on the way out, dressed as a doctor, she doesn’t even get a cheerful response from him like normal.

There are some other now familiar faces you pass but every time you stop to wave or to see what they're trying to say to you, Gojo ends up grabbing your hand and pulling you along.

By the time you reach his car, he has the two of you shuffling into the back seat instead of the front for reasons you’re unsure of.

Again, it’s awkward as a moment of silence passed with just you and him sitting inside. The distant sounds of the party can still be heard but it’s weird for you to be out here with Gojo instead of in there partying when he’s the one who invited you out to this whole thing. Why was he acting like this—

Gojo says your name suddenly and your head turns to him. He’s already looking at you but what surprises you is how he leans closer. “Can I kiss you?” He requests, throwing you all the way off.

Did he… Did he really just pull you out of the party just to kiss you in private?? Had you misinterpreted his past few public kisses and touches for something else? What the hell is going on? Why did he—

“Please,” Gojo’s face is now right in front of yours and his lips are hardly an inch away. “Jus’ one,” When is it ever just one with this man… and why does that questioning thought give you this sense of deja vu?

Despite the raging questions and confusion swirling in your head, you nod.

Gojo presses his lips to yours and you feel weird for a second. Maybe it was the lack of understanding that really turned you off or maybe it was the alcohol resting on his lips that you hadn’t noticed earlier but either way, you feel odd.

He pulls away when he notices you’re not kissing back like normal and his eyes soften, “What’s wrong?” Gojo asks.

You fold your arms, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“I mean, yeah but—“

“No, Satoru. No buts, what the hell is wrong with you?” You snap all of a sudden. Half of you doesn’t even know where this sudden irritation is coming from. “You do all of that weird shit in front of Choso and then drag me out the party just to kiss me? I don’t understand. Why show off whatever it is we have in front of Choso but not anyone else? A-Are you trying to keep us as some sort of secret..?”

Gojo mistakenly scoffs at your words. Right in front of your face too. “What?” He breathes. “What ‘weird shit’ did I do in front of him? And what do you mean ‘keep us as some sorta’ secret’? We’re not together.”

That stung. Again. Just like when Choso reminded you earlier except it hurt significantly worse coming from Gojo himself.

“I-I’m talking about the touching, the kissing, the…” You hate it but there’s a shake in your voice now. Stuttered over a few words and your emotions conflicting inside you. “T-The spitting into my mouth. I obviously don’t mind it but it’s confusing when you do that and then drag me all the way out here because you don’t want anyone else seeing us do those things.”

He shifts, sliding back into his seat and weighing his head to the side. Gojo’s eyes narrow, “Who said I didn’t want anyone else seeing us do those things?”

“Your actions did,” You explain, just barely keeping your gaze on him.

He smirks but you can tell he’s frustrated. “You think I brought you out here to hide the stuff we do together??”

“That’s what it seems and feels like, yes—“

“No, I brought you out here because I needed a moment to just be with you,” Gojo interrupts, rolling his eyes away from you and slumping back against the seat. “Alone. I was irritated about something and being alone with you always calms me down.”

You slide a bit closer to him and lean your head to the side a bit to gain the eye contact back, “Irritated about what?”

He’s quiet for a while. Doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look at you—just lets his aggravation fester inside him. At some point, his leg starts bobbing up and down and he glances to his left to look out the window. 

Gojo’s met with the view of the neighboring house to the one the party’s taking place at. There’s no one over there at the moment, the lights are all off, and the entire vibe is different from the house just across the street. It’s a nice contrast to the chaos elsewhere.

It’s slow but, Gojo finally responds to you in monotone, “Seein’ Choso’s grimy hands all over your fuckin’ body.”

You had a feeling that's what it was but, you could never be too sure.

“So…” You scoff, “You got jealous.”

Gojo’s face twists up and he swivels his head to look at you, flinching slightly at how close you’ve gotten to him. “The fuck? Jealous? Me?” He spits out to you, trying to play off his initial surprise at seeing the lessened space between you two.

“Yeah you, who the hell else?” You bite back, sizing him up and down and scrunching your face up.

Gojo almost finds the mirrored expression cute. “I wasn’t jealous.” He tells you.

“So why did it bother you that he touched me the way he did?” Your question makes him swallow thickly but you don’t stop there, “Especially if uh, ‘we’re not together’?”

You don’t know it but those words burn him in the same way they burned you. It’s an irritating reminder because he has no business feeling the way he does considering that.

Gojo’s upper lip twitches a bit, “Cause I just didn’t like it.” 

“That’s called jealousy.”

“I wasn’t fuckin’ jealous!” He huffs.

To which you smile. Then you’re moving over some more and he’s following every shift of your body until you throw a leg over his and straddle him. Gojo’s looking up at you now but the tension in both the car and your faces has yet to fade. 

Although, there is this sudden softness to your tone that makes him gulp again. “There’s nothing wrong with it, y’know. It’s okay to be jealous.” As you explain, your hands go to his shoulders and you hear him sigh.

“Is it?” Gojo questions in an equally softened tone.

“Yeah,” You hum, “It would help me understand you if you admit that’s what this whole thing is about.”

He shakes his head, his hands sliding up to relax on your thighs. “No, because when I get jealous over stuff, I think about doing stupid shit.”

With your brows shooting up in a mix of curiosity and concern, “Like what?” You ask him.

“Like fuckin’ you in front of Choso,” Gojo replies almost immediately. 

You blink. “So, you’re admitting it?”

His eyelids lowered, “That I was jealous?”

The tension in the car has… shifted.

“Yeah,” You utter gently, not yet sitting on top of him but just barely hovering over him.

“I guess so, I dunno.” Gojo huffs. His hands travel up to your hips and he squeezes, “I just… Maybe it’s the alcohol but I can’t fuckin’ think straight.”

You frown and lean forward, looping your arms around his neck, “So talk to me then.”

“I can’t. My head’s all over the place,” He admits to you. Truth be told, Gojo doesn’t know how to handle what he’s feeling right now. This is.. unusual for him. “Part of me wants to ignore whatever the fuck I’m feelin’ and just go back inside with you and the other part of me wants to…”

You tilt your head, a small act he finds so intoxicatingly attractive at the moment. “Wants to what?” You inquire.

“Fuck you to prove a point I don’t have to,” He admits begrudgingly.

His admission only makes you chuckle. You can’t say you woke up expecting to encounter a jealous Gojo today but, here you are straddling him. You’re not seated on top of him fully just yet, it’s more like your thighs are resting over his but there’s this small sliver of space between your crotch and his.

The heated tension from earlier has shifted into a very apparent sexual tension. You can feel it in his touch as he slips his fingertips upward to hold your exposed waist before sliding them back down to your hips.

Technically speaking, Gojo’s been itching to get like this with you since the two of you were dancing earlier. That’s part of why he came to the kitchen to look for you. He has no trouble controlling himself but drinking never really helps him balance his hormones properly. That, and he didn’t want both of you to be drunk the first time you have sex.

And yes, that does say that he intended to have sex with you today. Not that he planned it from the day prior or anything like that but, sometime throughout that party, Gojo told himself he’d rather die than go home without having you in some way shape, or form.

He’d never force you into anything, of course. But, you let him give you head before so, surely you’d let him do that again?

Though, that’s not what he wants now. Not when you’re seated on top of him, not when your skin is reacting to every slip of his fingers, and certainly not when he wants to fuck every thought of Choso out of that pretty lil’ head of yours.

“What kinda point are you trying to prove?” You soon ask with a breathy laugh leaving your supple lips that Gojo keeps glancing at.

He shrugs, “Told you I can’t think straight so, I don’t even know.” Oh but he does know. He wants to prove that the relationship he has with you currently trumps whatever the fuck you and Choso have. Who cares if you and that dickhead have been friends for eight years? The way you’re looking at Gojo right now alone outweighs that tenfold. Right?

Maybe he’s just in his head too much right now—unsure how to juggle this feeling in his chest. So, Gojo just tugs your upper half closer, causing your tits to press against his chest before he buries his face into your neck. The tip of his nose runs against your skin and he inhales, his breath hitching midway through due to the smell of another guy on you.

Annoyed, Gojo quickly presses wet kisses into your neck and you jump in surprise.

“S-Satoru,” You stammer, finding the sudden kissing ticklish and trying not to laugh. “Hey, woah, what are you d-doing,” You snort and a smile spreads across your face, “That tickles-, hey.”

He pauses himself just below your jawline, having heard the sudden breathiness of your tone. “You smell like him too,” Gojo tells you before latching his lips onto the area he’d previously stopped at, suckling your skin into his mouth. Your head tips back like it’s natural for you to do so and he grins into your skin. “I hate it.”

Chuckling again, “Just come out ‘n say you're jealous already—“

“I’m jealous,” Gojo states hotly into your neck. Angling himself downwards, he licks you, “Soo fuckin’ jealous, sweetheart.”

You hate the way his words make you feel so stupidly happy. Gojo Satoru, jealous because of you? Oh you’re in heaven right now considering your feelings for him. “Satoru.” You end up gasping as he nips you.

“More of that,” He breathes.

You sigh and a faint whine exits your throat, “M-More of what?”

Gojo’s sucking and tugging at your neck with his lips, leaving mark after mark on you as if they’re rightfully supposed to be there. “My name on your tongue.” He soon hums lowly, having moved to the center of your throat.

Just as he says that his hands force you to sit on him fully. The sudden contact of his hard cock pressing up against your clothed cunt makes you gasp louder than before, “Oh fuck…” You murmur, surprised you can even feel how painfully erect he is through all the thick layers of leather and the fabric of his pants. “‘Toru,” Whining now, he can only smile.

He’s trying so hard not to grind himself up against you but the sounds you’re letting out really aren't making things any easier for him. “Mh? Feel that?” He asks with a tip of his head and a messy slide of his lips over your neck.

“Mhm,” You hum sexually, testing the waters a bit with a small roll of your hips forward.

Gojo pries away from your throat with a wet pop, admiring his work for a second. Then, he flicks his eyes up to your awfully needy face, “You want it or what?”

“Here?” You squeak in surprise, “I-In your car?”

Gojo pulls back a bit and smiles knowingly, “Would you rather us do it outside and against the car..?”

God, you hate how much of a tease he is. “No! I just…” Even the way your lashes bat ever so softly has Gojo’s cock twitching. “What if someone sees—“

“Girl,” He scoffs sassily, rolling his eyes at you for the nth time. “I have tint on my windows, the hell do you take me for? Hm?” He asks, expecting no sort of answer as his hands tighten on your hips and he looks down. “Pluuus, look at you. Your body wants it.”

You’ve been almost unconsciously grinding against him ever since he pressed you down against himself. His eyes watch in a daze as you skillfully rock yourself back and forth and back and forth over his throbbing cock. He’s so turned on that it’s starting to hurt not being inside you right now.

Then your voice hits his ears in that softer aroused tone he recognizes and fuck is his tip leaking in pre against his boxers. “How long have you been hard?” You ask.

He doesn’t need even a second to think about it, “I told you I was earlier.”

“I didn’t think you were serious!” You puff out.

Gojo runs his hands up along your body, his touch smoother than ever as he leans back some more, glides his hands up to your waist, and spreads his legs a bit further. “Doesn’t take much for you to turn me on, pretty girl.” He comments, voice growing raspier.

Just that simple statement makes you so insanely wet. He was very specific with his words just now. It doesn’t take much for you to turn him on. Your hormones are starting to make you dizzy at this point and all you can do is bite back a moan, “Shut up—“

“Ride me,” Gojo commands abruptly.

“H-Huh?” You gape, hips jerking against him.

He smirks, “I didn’t stutter. Ride me, baby.” Gojo repeats casually. Then he tips his head back and the angle of his annoyingly attractive features just does it for you. Especially as the next set of lewd words come rolling off his tongue, “Put that pretty pussy on me, c’mon.”

You slap a hand over his mouth. “How did we even get here…” Are you seriously trying to backtrack this conversation? Yes. You two were bickering just a few moments ago… “Weren’t we arguing?”

He shrugs, “We can continue that while my cock’s inside you if you want.”

“Satoru.” You say sternly.

“If you don’t want to, just say that.”

“But…”

A beat of silence passes, the air only consisting of the messy friction occurring between your crotch and his. That, and your syncing breathing as the two of you stare intimately into each other's eyes. All you can do is replay the time he was in between your legs and…

“…You want it, don’t you?” Gojo points out.

Suddenly too shy to speak, you carefully nod your head with a soft hum of agreement.

Gojo bites his lower lip and then scoffs eagerly. “So take it,” He tells you, slumping back against his seat again and rolling his hips up against you. “It’s allll yours. Every fuckin’ inch.”

With a frustrated little puff of air leaving your lips, you lean forward and connect your mouth with his—both of you groaning into one another. Searing against him, your hands start moving to undress him. “You’re annoying, y’know that?” You huff into his mouth.

Gojo only chuckles and his hands are working your clothes off just as well as you are for him. “Yet you still got on top of me, right?” He teases, kissing you back messily as you snag his shirt off and fling it elsewhere. “Still wanna fuck me,” Gojo snickers.

Your hands move down to the thick buckle of his pants and he’s pulling the knot of your top loose. “Yeah, to get you to shut up for a second.”

“Oh really?” His smirk widens, “Sure it’s not so I can prove that point of mine?” As he asks that, you’re tugging his belt off and tossing it while he’s taking his hands off of you for a second just to watch you undress him.

You have to hover over him again as you continue this semi-heated conversation with him. Whether or not the discussion is heated with sexual tension or aggravated tension, you’re unsure. “You never told me what that point was so, no.” You quip.

Gojo feels his breath catch in his throat when your fingers begin working his pants off. “Wanna prove I’m better.” He tells you hoarsely.

Once his slacks are tugged down his thighs, he’s helping you by kicking them off. Now he’s only clad in his boxers—how strange considering you’re still dressed. Kinda reminds him of the last time you two did something sexual except the roles were reversed. “Who’s to say you haven’t already?” You soon ask him as you lean back and begin to work your shorts off.

Gojo’s hands move like magnets with the way they find your hips again, assisting you in removing those teasing shorts of yours, “The way he looks at you.”

“I don’t understand,” You’re shuffling your legs around, working clothes off within the space of his car, and yet the conversation is still carried out seamlessly.

“He looks at you the same way I do but…” Gojo unintentionally flings your shorts elsewhere the very second they’re off of you and then he quickly maneuvers you back on top of him. “More fuckin’ smug. Can’t stand it.”

Teasingly, you chuckle. “Yeah?”

“Oh don’t tease me about this shit, I’m not joking,” He argues, taking a second to stare at the sexy black fabric of your panties. Gojo thinks he drools for a second but you can’t tell with the way the rest of his sentence comes flying out, “It pisses me the fuck off.”

“So, what,” You scoff. “Are you gonna take it out on me then?” Your voice leaves in a seductive whisper that prompts the man to look up at you, feeling your arms wrap around his neck again.

“Nahh, ‘course not,” Gojo whispers back.

Your brows meet, “Then what—“

“I’m gonna fuck it into you.” He cuts off, feeling you plop yourself back onto him fully. Both of you moan in unison given the two flimsy layers of fabric in between you.

“F-Fuck what into me?” You ask confusedly. Your eyes soften and Gojo’s fighting every cell in his body not to flip you over, pin you down, and fuck you til’ his balls run dry.

He’s losing it, truly.

“A kid if you keep lookin’ at me like that,” He says playfully.

Your eyes go all wide but your cunt throbs at the idea (?), “Satoru!”

“I’m joking,” He laughs. “But my name will be the only thing this pussy remembers in a few minutes…”

And that’s… Well, that’s not far off from the truth whatsoever.

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[sonicblueartist]

What about a one-shot or just a suggestive story where Shadow takes advantage of y/n?

A/n: I'm probably gonna get all the fans' attention with this one huh? I normally don't write anyone but Tails but I am making an expection for some reason today. Have a good read I guess! Idk why I write what I write today XD Sorry for the long wait.

I left you guys in a cliffhanger. hah! idk if I would continue tho

Masterlist

Pairings: Shadow x Reader

They/them // She/her // He/him // Other

Summery; Eggman made a new weapon out of Shadow. Let's see what it is

Warnings: smut, lemon, suggestive themes, blood, marking, biting, tearing flesh, attempted rape

Word Count: 1371

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

As your eyes flickered over him in fear, you were instantly struck by the sharp and scary aura emanating from his breathtaking violet eyes. Shadow stood before you, his chest heaving rapidly as if he had just completed a long and demanding marathon. His fur was damp, drenched in sweat, and his claws peeked out menacingly from his gloves. His fangs were visible, adding to the unnerving sight that confronted you. But what puzzled you most was the absence of any evidentiary explanation for his condition, except for one haunting phrase that echoed in your mind.

"What do you think is the most natural instinct of an animal, the most wild and scary one?" Eggman's voice resonated in your head, reminding you of his words moments ago. "Their bloodlust? Hunger to stay alive? Maybe. But there is something else that is much *more* dangerous and entertaining. 'The will to do anything to death for their mate.' "

The memory of Eggman's sinister revelation half an hour ago flooded your mind. You hadn't expected this game of catch to turn into something so disturbing. Though you had managed to catch your breath, your heart still raced uncontrollably, struggling to make sense of the unsettling situation unfolding before you.

Your eyes widened in fear as Shadow took deliberate steps toward you, raising the possibility of him falling victim to Eggman's trap, turning against his friends. A sense of terror gripped you, leaving you feeling trapped with no way to escape. Desperately, you scanned your surroundings, searching for an exit, but found nothing. You found yourself backed into a dead end.

"And to mate, of course." Your throat tightened as you heard Eggman's words reverberating in your mind. The realization struck you like a bolt of lightning—Shadow was hungry, thirsty for you. Eggman's twisted plans had successfully turned him, and now the true extent of Shadow' instincts became clear. No, this couldn't be true. Shadow wouldn't do this to you, would he? The shocking dishonor of Eggman's manipulation left you bewildered, unable to fathom the torment inflicted upon your friends.

"C-come on, Shadow. This isn't you," you started nervously, your voice shaking. "We both know that you don't wanna do this. Behave yourself! Think logically, like you always do! We're still in Eggman's base. He's playing with you, with your mind, your instincts! You are the ultimate life form, damn it! You can't just succumb to Eggman like that! There are Badniks running around, and if they find us, we're finished-"

Your plea was interrupted as Shadow forcefully pinned both his hands beside your head, a whimper left your lips in fear. A deep snarl escaping his lips as you attempted to slide away. Trapped between him and the wall, you realized the extent of his transformation. No longer the loyal companion you once knew, he approached you with predatory purpose, garnered by one sole instinct—breeding. You were left with a terrifying decision. Would you become the first to fall at his hands before the Badniks got to you?

After examining his prey's frightened face for a while, Shadow slowly lowered himself, his nose skimming along your neck. His actions mirrored those of a true animal, inhaling your scent as his salivating mouth revealed his primal desire for your presence. The sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the horrifying nature of the situation.

Attempting to muster the strength to push him away, you fought against his grip, but his strength surpassed anything you could have imagined. Like an iron vice, his grasp held firm, rendering your efforts fruitless. In spite of the predicament you found yourself in, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by Shadow' well-built form, his muscles flexing in the most hypnotic manner.

You quickly shook away such distracting thoughts, forcing yourself to concentrate on finding a way out of this nightmare. Every fiber of your being screamed for escape as Shadow began to suckle at your neck and shoulder, exhaling his hot breath in sporadic bursts. The sounds he made only served to further ignite the blazing heat that reddened your face, flooding you with a mix of desire and terror.

Suppressing a moan, you desperately struggled to redirect your focus, your mind racing for an escape plan. Yet, how could you concentrate on anything other than the overpowering dominance Shadow exhibited? Pressed against the wall by his scorching body, each breath and moan he emitted only served to remind you of the pleasure he was experiencing.

Amidst his sloppy kisses and teasing nibbles, you fought fiercely against the sensations threatening to consume you, trying to maintain your composure. However, as Shadow momentarily eased the pressure of his body against yours, he replaced it with his leg pressed against your groin, effectively preventing any escape. The mix of pain and pleasure elicited a whine from your lips, pushing Shadow to suckle at your shoulder with renewed vigor.

Finally, he got bored and withdrew from his sloppy territory. The room grew suffocatingly silent as he moved his fangs along your throat, gently biting a few places, feeling your heartbeat increasing. He licked his lips and shifted his attention to your other shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses and sucking hungrily, leaving little marks. But it seemed like that wasn't enough for him anymore; he growled, as if yearning for something more primal.

With his fingers deeply entwined in your hair, he pulled, causing you to gasp, displaying your neck like a plate of meal to him. Without warning, he sank his teeth into your shoulder, his fangs piercing through your skin. Tears slipped from your eyes as you cried out in pain. He let your arms go and held you tightly from your waist, as you gripped his back for support. You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth, and unwillingly scratched his back in pain. It felt as though his teeth were digging deeper into your shoulder, testing your limits.

Shadow let out a pleasured sigh through his nose, not yet satisfied. He continued biting harder than before, his eyes closed as he let out an animalistic growl. The realization that he could break your neck in half if he wanted sent a shiver through your spine. He sucked your blood with such thirst leaving you weak as you sobbed silently, drinking and swallowing it all as if he hadn't had a drop in weeks.

Before things grew any wilder, he pulled back, a string of blood and saliva still connecting the two of you. Panting for air, he tried to lick all the blood flowing from his mouth with his tongue, his breath hot against your face. Your blood flowed from your shoulder to your chest.

Satisfied with the mark he left on you, Shadow now went for your lips. Gripping your form, he forced his lips onto yours, connecting them. You hesitated, not wanting to taste the disgusting blend of your blood and his saliva. He pulled your hair once again, and when you whimpered in pain, he immediately seized the opportunity and engaged in a fierce kiss, taking your breath away.

Your heart raced as his hand wandered across your body in a manner both unnerving and inquisitive. He marked his territory, staking claim to every inch of your being. Your mind battled to comprehend the situation, as your body responded to his predatory touch.

Fighting the rising panic, you summoned your inner strength you managed to wrap your arms around his shoulders in a desperate attempt to distract him. As your lips collided in a feverish kiss, you hoped to manipulate the situation to your advantage.

To your surprise, he welcomed your advances. He tilted his head, letting out a low, carnal moan. Sensing that this could be your one chance to regain control, you decided to play along. You pushed aside your feelings of self-disgust and harnessed your newfound determination.

As you passionately kissed, your mind churned, searching for an escape plan. With each stolen moment, you became acutely aware of his animalistic nature, his primal desires, and his desperate need to assert dominance. Yet, instead of submitting to the imminent danger, an idea began to form in your mind.

[dear-mimii]

pretty poison

pairing! sheriff!grayson x secretcriminal!reader

about! you, a key distributor in silco’s network, often “working” at The Last Drop to discreetly conduct deals and whatnot. until, grayson started coming around for information, you’ve had to play the role of a ditz to throw her off.

cw! literally nothing

word count! 700

an! the divider is kinda pissing me off WHY IS IT CUT OFF! anyways, yes i know cowboy sevika was left on a cliffhanger, i swear ill deliver part 2!

“leaving on break again, sheriff?”

the front desk lady asked, smiling softly while looking up from the shift schedule. grayson just chuckled in response, nodding as she double checked herself for the last time.

“just going for a coffee, Adeline. perhaps a snack too if i deserve it.”

grayson smiled as she saw Adeline grinning at her little joke, giving one last nod before going through the double doors. she felt a small pang of guilt lying so blatantly to the people she worked with, but it’s not like she was doing it out of malice. grayson needed information, information to understand Zaun better, and information about Silco and his ever growing substance enterprise.

she recalled all the previous information she was able to scrounge up here and there as she descended into the undercity, the buildings getting progressively more unkept and the streets filling with more debris and still, grimy water. grayson was surprised she had made it to The Last Drop so quickly, her brain going on autopilot on the path she had walked so many times before. taking a deep breath, once again feeling out of place in her crisp enforcer uniform among the morally grey people who often frequented the bar, grayson opened one of the doors.

immediately, she saw the girl behind the bar - you. wiping the counter with a worn rag lazily, clearly focused on something else in your mind. grayson had seen you a few times before, albeit on scattered days, but you weren’t necessarily an unfamiliar face. grayson shuffled in between tables and chairs to get to the bar, sitting on a barstool that looked somewhat stable enough to hold her body weight. she cleared her throat, drawing your attention.

“afternoon, again. can you whip up one of those espresso shots for me, please and thank you.”

you just smiled warmly, turning around to start preparing the espresso. as you did, she spoke again.

“im sure you know why im here. i only have a few questions this time.”

with your back still turned to her, you rolled her eyes. grayson and all her questions, always snooping around and sticking her nose where it really didn’t belong. just play along, act stupid, you told yourself. putting back on your persona, you turned around, handing her the espresso and rested your elbows on the counter while fluttering your lashes.

“hm, more questions? well alright then! ugh, don’t make them boring like last time!”

grayson just raised an eyebrow, taking a sip out of the small mug. “i know that you know the type of clientele that frequent your establishment. have you heard them… talk about certain shipments? things about shimmer, silco, sevika, anything relating to that group of people.”

you cocked your head to the side, looking off to the side and feigning deep thought. “huh… sevika? ohhh, do you mean the tall lady with the mechanical arm and the big nose? hmm… there’s a couple people like that around here… ah hah! THAT sevika - got it! i don’t really remember… a lot of people come here… they talk about all sorts of things.”

your tone was oh so sweet, you’re expression clueless. because little did grayson know, you knew. you knew everything. after all, an important shimmer distributor such as yourself should be aware of her business dealings.

[frmina]

sweet 16 (katsuki x reader)

Genre: yandere katsuki, soulmate identifying marks, possessive, left on a cliffhanger guys sorry, they aren’t in UA

The first time you met Bakugou Katsuki, you were five years old, and he had already decided he was better than everyone else.

It was a warm afternoon in early spring, the kind where the sun painted golden streaks across the pavement, and the air smelled like freshly cut grass. The small park near your house was bustling with kids, their laughter ringing through the air as they ran across the playground. You had been sitting in the sandbox, humming softly to yourself as you patted together a tiny castle, when a loud boom echoed through the park.

You flinched, eyes snapping up just in time to see a shockwave of dust ripple across the ground. A few feet away, a boy stood with his palms still smoking, his wild blonde hair sticking out in every direction. He had a wide, toothy grin on his face, red eyes gleaming with excitement as the other kids around him let out a chorus of “Whoa!” and “That was awesome!”

You, however, weren’t looking at the explosion.

You were looking at him.

His presence was magnetic—something about the confidence in his stance, the way he laughed like he had just conquered the world, made it impossible to look away.

Without thinking, you scrambled to your feet, brushing the sand off your clothes as you approached him. “That was cool!”

The boy turned sharply, eyes narrowing as if assessing you. Then, his grin widened. “Damn right it was! My Quirk’s the best!”

You tilted your head, stepping even closer despite the lingering scent of smoke. “How do you do that?”

He puffed out his chest, looking ridiculously proud. “I make explosions with my sweat,” he declared. “Nobody else can do it like me.”

Your eyes sparkled with interest. “Can I try?”

For a second, he just stared. Then, he laughed.

It wasn’t a normal giggle or a quiet chuckle—it was loud, wild, the kind of laughter that came from deep in his stomach. The kind that made it seem like you had just said the funniest thing in the world.

“You’re kinda dumb, huh?” he snickered, shaking his head.

You pouted. “Hey!”

He smirked, but instead of walking away like most kids would, he stuck his hands in his pockets and looked you up and down like you were some kind of puzzle. “You’re weird.”

“You’re loud,” you shot back.

He blinked, then let out another sharp laugh. “Hah! You got guts.” He jabbed a finger at you, his smirk turning almost… approving. “Fine. You can hang around me. Just don’t slow me down.”

And just like that, Bakugou Katsuki decided you belonged to him.

You didn’t realize it then, but that moment was the first thread in a bond you’d never be able to escape.

Growing up with Katsuki was like standing too close to a bonfire—thrilling, bright, and dangerous if you weren’t careful.

From that day forward, he was everywhere. If you were at the park, he was there, challenging you to races and daring you to climb the jungle gym faster than him. If you were at school, he was sitting next to you, declaring that since you weren’t as dumb as the other kids, you could copy off his work (not that you ever did). Even outside of class, he found excuses to drag you along, insisting that he needed a “worthy opponent” whenever he trained his Quirk.

You didn’t mind.

Not really.

Katsuki was loud, brash, and sometimes downright mean, but he was never boring. And when you stood beside him, it felt like you were running with a wildfire, unstoppable and free.

The only time things ever got tense was when Izuku was involved.

You had been friends with Izuku for as long as you could remember—he was sweet, thoughtful, and always eager to share his knowledge about heroes. But Katsuki hated him. It wasn’t normal playground teasing, either. Katsuki despised the way Izuku looked at him, like they were equals when they clearly weren’t.

“Why do you even talk to that nerd?” Katsuki would grumble whenever he caught you hanging around Izuku. “He’s useless.”

You always rolled your eyes at that. “He’s my friend, Katsuki.”

“I’m your friend.” His voice always turned sharp when he said it, like he didn’t like the idea of anyone else being close to you.

And sometimes, if you really paid attention, you’d catch a flicker of something strange in his expression when you walked away. Something possessive. Something that made the air feel a little too thick around you.

But Katsuki had always been intense, so you never thought much of it.

Not until your 16th birthday.

The soulmate mark appeared without warning.

It wasn’t like in the stories, where a faint, slow burn signaled the arrival of the mark, gradually growing until it was visible to the world. No, for you, it was sudden—a sharp, searing sensation that radiated from your wrist, making you gasp in shock. You bit your lip, eyes snapping to the skin as an unmistakable heat surged through your veins.

The mark, when it appeared, was like a jagged line of ink—unmistakably chaotic, much like the violent bursts that always surrounded Bakugou. The lines curved, split, and wove together like a flame, sharp and intense, unmistakably an explosion. You could feel the burn, but the mark was there, etched into your skin, permanent.

“W-what?” You stared at it in disbelief, fingers trembling slightly as they traced the edges. Your breath was shallow, heart pounding in your chest. This is real… this is happening.

You had heard the stories about the marks—about soulmates finding each other when they were thirteen, about how the mark would reflect some symbol or word to identify the bond—but seeing it in person was… different. It was overwhelming.

But as you tried to process it, something deeper inside you stirred. A sense of recognition. The same feeling you’d always had when Katsuki was around, that strange tension in the air that never quite went away.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, but you barely heard it. You grabbed your bag, stuffing your things in hurriedly as the hallways around you filled with students. The whispers around you were muffled, distant. You were too lost in the strange, hot rush of emotion coursing through you. You needed to see him—Katsuki.

The weight in your chest grew heavier, like an instinct you couldn’t ignore, pulling you toward him. Your heart raced faster the closer you got to the lockers. The air felt thick, charged with an electricity you couldn’t explain.

And then, as you rounded the corner, you saw him.

Standing by the lockers, arms crossed, his usual scowl fixed firmly on his face. But when his gaze snapped to yours, his expression immediately shifted. His red eyes narrowed, locking onto you with an intensity you had never seen before. The world around you seemed to blur out of focus, and all you could hear was the pounding of your own heart, impossibly loud in your ears.

“Oi,” he called out, his voice colder than usual, the sharp edge cutting through the haze of your thoughts.

You froze, breath catching in your throat as you stood there, caught between the need to explain yourself and the overwhelming need to just run and hide. The mark—the mark on your wrist—felt like it was burning now, a reminder that the bond was real, that there was no going back.

Katsuki stepped forward, his red eyes flicking from your face to your wrist, where the mark was still fresh. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t need to.

“What’s that?” His voice was barely a whisper, but it held a dangerous undertone that made your stomach twist. His gaze never left the mark, his body radiating a palpable intensity as he closed the distance between you.

You opened your mouth, but words failed you. The shock still hadn’t worn off, and the reality of the situation hadn’t quite settled. Slowly, with trembling hands, you lifted your wrist, showing him the mark.

Katsuki didn’t even flinch. Instead, his lips curled into a smile, but it wasn’t the usual grin you were used to. It wasn’t playful or mocking. This was something darker, something predatory, like he was seeing something that only he could understand.

His smile grew wider, but it wasn’t joyful—it was triumphant.

“I knew it,” he muttered, almost to himself, before he took another step closer. The air around you seemed to crackle as if charged with static, the heat from his body pressing in on you, suffocating you. His fingers brushed lightly over your wrist, just lightly enough for you to feel the burn of his touch through the mark.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what this means,” he growled, his voice low, dangerous, vibrating with an emotion you couldn’t name. His red eyes were fixed on the mark now, focused, unwavering. “You’re mine.”

A chill ran down your spine, but it wasn’t fear—not exactly. It was something else. Something deeper, like an unspoken truth you’d never fully realized. You couldn’t pull your gaze away from him, and the way he looked at you made your breath catch. The confidence in his stance, the certainty in his voice… it was all consuming.

You swallowed, words finally tumbling out of your mouth in a barely audible whisper. “Katsuki… I don’t—”

He interrupted you, stepping closer, until his body was so close you could feel his heat, feel his presence, overwhelming you. His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with a force that made your heart skip a beat. You instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, his fingers pressing into the mark as though trying to imprint it deeper into your skin.

“I said,” he growled, “you’re mine.” His voice was laced with something that made your stomach twist. It was possessive, dark. “Don’t you dare try to pull that bullshit. I don’t care who else you’ve been hanging around with. This mark? This is the proof. I knew you were mine. You’ve always been mine.”

Your pulse thudded in your ears as his words sank in. Always been mine. The weight of it crushed you, and yet, in some twisted way, it didn’t feel wrong.

His fingers were still pressed into the mark, and you felt the burn of it, the way it marked you—marked you for him. A knot formed in your chest as the gravity of his words hit you. This was real. The connection, the bond—he was right. It was undeniable. But it terrified you in a way you couldn’t explain.

“What… what does this mean for us?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, a mix of confusion and fear threading through your words. You had to know.

His gaze flicked to your eyes for a moment, then back to the mark. “It means you’re mine now. And nothing’s gonna change that.”

His lips twitched upward, that dangerous smile returning, but there was no warmth in it. “I’ve waited for this. Now that I’ve got you, I’m not letting go. Ever.”

The room seemed to close in around you, suffocating and thick with the weight of his words. And yet, despite the fear prickling down your spine, a strange sense of certainty wrapped itself around you. You couldn’t explain it, but the connection, the bond that was now etched in your skin… it was undeniable.

Katsuki’s fingers tightened around your wrist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together, his breath hot against your ear. His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke again, words laced with something primal, something uncontrollable.

“I’m not letting anyone else have you. You’re mine. Got it?”

And for the first time, you realized just how far his obsession would go—and how trapped you were in this web he had spun around you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

Not yet.

[suzukiblu]

Why did i only just now learn you were doing 30 days of think pink? oh right bc tumblr decided to hide all of it behind a mature content label 😡 anyways I just caught up from where I left of...in june 2024 and I read until the End of That Scene. fucking cliffhangers, man

ok followup thoughts: kon is actually just as crazy as I would be if I had been repressing my feelings about my best friend for most of a decade and we had saved each others lives countless times. And also I died, got forgotten, and came back to the narrative to find out that my best friend was bi now. with a boyfriend. but tim might be crazier. what do you mean my best friend who I was repressing feelings for for most of a decade is into gay sex now because of a plot rock? Is he going to be straight again after this?!? I can have him, but only for one weekend? My best friend is into every fantasy I can throw at him but there's a time limit. that man (tim) can't stop thinking about the implications even when the best boy is in his bed. No wonder he colored look all I'm saying is that if there exists an outtakes chapter with Tim's perspective of any of this I want to see it

rUDE, Tumblr, jfc.

I will say the "mature" label def does seem to cause some issues that way, because I feel like at least sometimes it just doesn't even show the posts as a thing you CAN choose to expand on? idk if that's a filter thing or just a hellsite thing, admittedly, god knows, hah.

. . . so like, you are objectively correct about everyone's crazy and also I understand the desire for that outtake chapter concept, but I am PRETTY sure that if I wrote Tim's perspective of any of "think pink" whatsoever it would take another 50k to get through literally just the phone call, ahahahaha.

Tim Drake has so much crazy to hide and so much to contain over this long weekend and he is CERTAINLY having some THOUGHTS, and then also is having to deal with Kon, like, being into or ASKING for those thoughts, occasionally unprompted!! FREQUENTLY unprompted, in fact!!!!

Also, like:

"oh, Kon's into D/s too.

oh, Kon's a sub, that's convenien--

. . . oh, Kon's REALLY into D/s too.

. . . . . . oh.

. . . . . . . . . O H ."

That was CERTAINLY a thought process that Tim Drake got to experience in real time. It certainly, certainly was.

[haruchi-slit]

HE EATS ME LIKE I'M HIS BUTTERCUP

synopsis: suguru's way of replenishing the taste of the nasty curses he swallowed |

warnings: cunnilingus + eating it from the back + overstim + fingering

after a long day of capturing, exorcising and consuming curses again and again, suguru comes back home for you just to get a taste of your heavenly cunt, this man is just the biggest pussy eater you've ever seen in your entire life time,

he's just so good with his damn tongue, and his godly skilled fingers. he'll always have you fucked dumb with just his tongue before he could even fuck you with his cock, just look at you now, legs shaking with how much pleasure suguru has inflicted on your sensitive clit, lips forming a almost perfect circle as suguru sucks that cunt of yours, you were suguru's stress reliver, his personal cunt that he could eat up when he wants to replenish the nasty taste of those curse balls he obtains from his successful missions, "s-mhnm'guru" you'd whimper bitting your white hardened knuckles as he spits on your delicious cunt, just for him to slurp it back up into his mouth he is just so nasty when it comes to your pussy, he sloppily smeared his saliva mixed with your juices on your clit using his tender lips, before he uses his tongue to explore your aroused folds, he grips the fat of your thighs prying them wider as he goes down on you, swallowing your creamy juices as if it was a limited drink, like he was thirsty. once he felt your brewing climax near he inserts two of his slender fingers in your gapping pussy, "puhngh- s'guraahh" you mewled as you gripped on the sheets of his mattress toes curling back as your back arched from the pleasure, suguru pressed your stomach down as he inserts another finger in you, feeling your hot gummy walls devour his slender yet thick fingers in you, "pwaa~" you could only choke on your of saliva as thick drops of tears drip down your chin, he exactly knew where your g-spot is like it was his own body, as soon as he found it he didn't hesitated to abuse it to its limit. while his tongue abuses your sore clit, his flushed breath fanning on your cunt, his heavy grunts sending shivers on your core as he fasten his pace hitting every spot where you are weak pressing his fingers in the right spot it was enough to make you cum, "mgmmh-hah!" you moaned as you felt the knot in your stomach loosen, but before even coming down to your high, suguru, this man flipped you and got you in all fours before latching his mouth on your cunt,

" jus' one more princess, jus' one more.." he purrs on your pulsating pussy sending waves of pleasure on your clit, he spreads your ass, aiming his tongue on the right spots with his hand placed on you clit, rubbing small and tight circles on it, making you shake in pleasure as you gasp for air, feeling your climax near again, "i-I'm gonna fuaa-!" you struggled to form words as suguru abused your puffy clit with his hand again and again,

"mmmhmmah-" you squealed, as your elbows gave up from holding your weight, "gonna make you squirt next" suguru murmurs in a quiet rasp as he kneads the plush of your ass.

a/n: cliffhanger lmao I'm sorry 🙇🏻‍♀️

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Hey! I saw the request were open so can I request a scenario where reader gets hit by some power where she ends up with cat ears and tail and before crew can figure out how to fix it, she goes into cat-like heat and who is better to help her out than her bf Luffy! (Along with captain kink and soft!dom luffy if you can plz!) Thank you:)

I gotta say writing this made me simp for Luffy a little, when I normally don't really. That's to say, I really enjoyed writing this because hot damn this man could make me fold.

WC: 4.2k

TW's: Neko!reader, reader gets cat ears and tail, reader goes into heat, captain kink, kitten kink, mentions of a fight, soft!dom Luffy, slight mentions of subspace?, slight tongue/drool kink, luffy makes references to 'milk' and 'cream', luffy being kinda dumb but its cute so its okay, ends on slight cliffhanger

The fight itself was pretty simple. She only managed to scratch you with some weird cat-like claws, and you promptly knocked her on her ass with a single hit. It paid off training with the Strawhats, even if it meant others were constantly attacking you all for your bounty.

Luffy will be so proud of me you thought happily. Your boyfriend had been teaching you that one move to help you improve your fighting skills. You could take care of yourself of course, but you didn't have the same monstrous strength or skills as the monster trio, let alone Luffy. You bounded up to your captain excitedly.

"Did you see? Did you see?"

He turned to you with a wide grin, and wrapped his arms around you a few times to hold you tight.

"Yeah! You did so well. I'm proud of you!"

You giggled and hugged him back the best you could with your limited arm use.

"C'mon! I'm getting hungry and Sanji said he would have something made by the time we got back" he said, unwrapping himself from you. You smiled and shook your head at his ridiculous appetite.

"Lead the way, captain" you teased. He gave you a sly look at your nickname before taking off at a run, dragging you along by your hand. You could hardly keep your feet on the ground, basically flying behind him as he sprinted towards the Sunny. You two made it there in record time, arriving just as Sanji had finished bringing out the food from the kitchen to the picnic blanket on the deck.

"WE'RE BAACCK!!!" Luffy announced. Sanji greeted Luffy with a "welcome back" tossed over his shoulder as he focused on making sure he had enough food for everyone. Nami, Chopper and Usopp looked up from lounging on the deck at Luffy's loud arrival.

"Oi Luffy! We made a new- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" Usopp screeched as his eyes landed on you. You blinked at him, glancing down at yourself. Your clothes and skin were a little scuffed and dirty from the fight and getting dragged through the city behind Luffy, but it wasn't anything that was unusual for this crew. Luffy looked at you, glancing over your body before looking at the sniper.

"Whaddy-"

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Nami screeched, interrupting the captain.

"Hah?? The heck are you guys talking about? Is this a prank?"

At Nami's shriek, Sanji had whirled around, eyes searching for enemies or blood. His eyes finally landed on you, and his jaw dropped, cigarette hanging limply from his lip.

"Sanji? What's wrong?" You furrowed your brow, thoroughly confused as to why everyone was reacting this way. You watched in horror as blood started trickling out his nose.

"Chopper! Sanji's bleeding!" you cried, pointing at the cook while calling for the reindeer.

"Oh Luffy. You're back. Hey why does she have cat ears and a tail?" Zoro asked nonchalantly, munching on some food with a bottle of sake within reach. You stared at the swordsman for a moment. Tail? Ears? Cat? You looked down and around at your ass. Sure enough, a cat tail was poking out from the waistband of your shorts. Now that you noticed it though, it was incredibly uncomfortable. Your eyes whipped to your boyfriend.

"I have a tail."

"You have cat ears!" he exclaimed excitedly, reaching out to the top of your head. You gasped as his calloused hands ran roughly over your new ears. They twitched out of his grasp, slapping against his hand as they flicked immediately forward again. You whimpered.

"Just... just give me a moment. I need to change out of these shorts" you said as calmly as you could. You walked stiffly to the girl's quarters, tail bending painfully upwards at the sensitive base. You managed to close the door before immediately stripping off your shorts with a groan.

Now alone and more comfortable, you nearly sprinted to the mirror to take a look. Your reflection gasped in time with you. You still oddly enough had your human ears, but your boyfriend was right. Furry cat ears stuck through your hair, matching the color perfectly. The fur gradually faded to a few shades lighter at the tip. You spun around to look at your ass. Yep. Still had a tail. It was smooth and lanky, but still soft. You tried to move it, but it hung limp. You tried again. Nothing. You started to get frustrated, and the tail flicked in response. Huh. You cleared your mind of all thoughts regarding you moving your tail, and simply did. It swung back and forth easily. You grinned. This was so cool. But it did push down the band of your panties, so you should change those and put on a skirt to allow for easy movement of your new appendage

You rummaged through your clothes, trying to find a skirt. You finally found a clean one, tucked away in the back of a drawer. It was short, but it was all you had at the moment. You found some stringy thongs as well that allowed the back string to slide along the band. It would be perfect to make room for your tail.

You slid them up your thighs, and tucked your tail through one of the leg holes (though that was a rather loose terms for these), and shifted the band up and over the base of the tail, and moved the string to the side. It put some pressure on the tail, but it felt like you would get used to it fairly soon. You checked your new outfit in the mirror, frowning slightly at what you saw. Your shirt no longer matched your outfit, and it was dirty and sweaty too. You changed quickly into a tight tank-top that fit your curves perfectly, and matched your skirt. It was a slightly revealing outfit, but whatever. Nami wore skimpy outfits all the time and nobody cared.

You left the room, looking forward to eating some of Sanji's food, and you felt your tail flicking with the anticipation. A strange heat start pooling low in your gut, but you dismissed it as hunger as your eyes landed on the food and quickly sat down next to Luffy, not missing the stares you attracted.

"You look so cute!" Nami cried. Robin looked like she was ready to cry from cuteness overload by looking at your ears. You smiled bashfully, hearing your tail thud behind you in response to your embarrassment. Luffy filled his cheeks with food and paused to chew while reaching out to your new cat ears curiously. He threaded his fingers to your scalp, finding where the skin smoothly changed into fur. It felt amazing. The warmth in your abdomen built to a more familiar sensation, but you couldn't quite place it yet, too distracted by the wonderful tastes in your mouth and the skilled fingers petting your ears. Your eyes fluttered closed in bliss, and you hardly noticed a vibration start building in your chest. Luffy fingers paused and retracted.

"Are you... purring?"

Your eyes snapped open and with it, the vibration in your chest stopped. You noticed the crew had fallen silent as they waited for your reply, and heat flooded your cheeks in response to their stares.

"...was I? It just felt so good when you pet my ears like that" you said shyly. Robin giggled, and confirmed your question with a nod. Luffy swiped food from Nami's plate while she was distracted with your newfound talent. She reached over to knock him on the head, but your body reacted as soon as she moved to attack. You leapt across the spread of food, tackling her to the grass. You felt a hiss spit from your lips as you held her down.

"Mine" you growled. Your hands picked up her shoulders and slammed then back down on the grass. Nami's wide, brown eyes stared at you in shock, and her body went slack in submission to your attack.

"Oi!" Luffy cried from his place. You blinked. What the-?

"Oh my gosh, Nami! I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I don't know what came over me" you cried. You helped her up, and she waved off your apology.

"It's fine. You're probably just a little possessive right now with that cat devil fruit effects. Are you okay? Your pupils turned into slits like a cats just now."

You looked around the crew. Most of them looked a little worried about you, but Zoro had an unimpressed look as he focused on his food and Sanji looked like he would pass out from being a flustered mess.

"Hey, let's go lay down. Maybe some sleep will help since food hasn't gotten rid of it yet." Luffy took your hand, and a wave of heat went through you. Your legs felt wobbly, and you could only take a couple steps before your knees gave out. You heard Chopper running over.

"Chopper! What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know, but her scent has changed even from when she came on board like this... It's almost like she's... um..." Chopper trailed off, hovering over your body. A blush colored his cheeks. He looked around for Zoro before bounding up to him.

"Hm? What do you mean she's in heat?!"

You heard shocked, strangled noises from the other men except Luffy.

"Heat? Is she overheating?"

Nami sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose, hiding her blush. Robin nodded in understanding before answering Luffy.

"No, it means she has a very strong desire to breed."

Luffy crossed his arms in thought. You whined as another wave of searing heat gripped your lower abdomen. You weakly reached out for him, finally understanding the sensation.

"Breed? Like have babies? But babies only come from sex" he stated shamelessly. Understanding lit up his face as soon as he registered what he said.

"Oh! You're really horny! Everyone go to town, we'll be loud... and probably take a while." He picked you up in his arms as he spoke, and you moaned at the simple touch.

There were mixed reactions from the crew. Sanji and Chopper looked like they were going to pass out, though for wildly different reasons. Brook and Franky were tittering like school girls, earning themselves a knock on the head from a very red-faced Nami. There was a light flush on both Robin and Zoro's cheeks, but they obediently rose to leave the ship. Luffy didn't even wait for everyone to get off the ship before bounding to the men's room.

"Lu... Please. It aches" you whined, gripping his shirt. He shushed you, kicking open the door. You felt him lay you down on the couch.

"It's okay. I'll take care of you. What do you need? Did you take your birth control today?"

"Luffy! Please! I need you inside me NOW. I took it so please. Please please please get inside me!" Your whines became louder as he looked at you in surprise. You clawed at his shirt, desperate even for the open-chested fabric to be ripped off his muscular frame.

"Okay, okay kitten. Let's get you undressed." You whined, legs shaking already from desperation, and you gasped shakily as his hands deftly pulled down your skirt and thongs.

"Luffy!"

You pulled at your shirt, and it ripped apart. Your captain looked up in surprise, catching your hands.

"You have claws too?!"

"Lu I swear to god get your dick inside me NOW!"

"Okay okay! Just gimme a se- mmmph!"

You yanked him forward by the nape of his neck, smashing your mouths together in a desperately messy kiss. He shifted so he was straddling you, knees on either side of your hips while his elbows rested on either side of your neck. He pulled away just far enough to breathe.

"You're so fucking slutty when you're desperate for me like this" he murmured, trailing hot kisses up your neck. He nibbled on your human earlobe, and caught your hands with a grunt as you fondled his hardening length with desperation.

"Bad kitty, looks like you need to be punished"

He bit your bottom lip gently and pulled before letting it go, sitting up slightly so he could pin your wrists above your head.

"Is this really affecting you that much? That you forgot who's going to fuck you?" His voice was laced with honest curiosity, trying to gauge how much being in heat is affecting you. You wordlessly nodded, staring up at him, dazzled by his dark eyes and cute scar.

"please" you breathed. His gaze softened, and he leaned in for a kiss.

"Okay then. Lemme give my cute lil kitty a treat" he smirked against your lips. He prodded his tongue against the seam of your lips, and you opened your mouth with a groan, accepting him as he ravaged your mouth.

He let his tongue swell slightly with his powers, readying your mouth to accept his length. It was messy and obscene. Drool dripped down your cheeks and you bucked your hips in search of friction. He pulled back with a groan.

"Fuck you're my gorgeous little slut like this. You remember the system, right?"

You whined and bucked your hips again, eyes glazed. He harshly grabbed your breast harshly, pinching your nipple get to get your attention.

"Hey. You know the system right?"

"Yes captain" you whined. You were panting and shaking with desperation. You felt him tense at the name of command, letting out a shuddering breath against your neck. Your skin felt too sensitive, too hot.

"C-captain please!"

He pulled back with a groan, his arm stretching to keep your hands in place.

"Don't move your hands." he ordered, letting go only after you nodded slightly. He stood and quickly yanked down his shorts and boxers, letting his dick slap against his stomach before bobbing down. He was fairly long and thick, but stretched himself bigger when you begged for more. The brown tip was flushed slightly pink with desperation.

A shiver trailed fingers down your spine at the sight, and you started drooling again. He looked you up and down for a few moments, a smirk curling his handsome mouth.

"Good kitty. Come here and get your treat" he cooed. You moved in the blink of an eye, sitting up and crawling on your hands and knees over the cushions to reach his cock as he stood at the foot of the couch. Your lips wrapped around him, and you immediately took him as far as you could, letting the tip hit the back of your throat. You moaned in relief at the taste of his pre, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you sucked and bobbed your head. You felt your slick dripping down your thighs, cooling as it traced the flesh. You moaned at the sensation, feeling it for the first time.

Luffy let out a deep groan at the messy, skilled blowjob you were enthusiastically giving, head tilted to look at the ceiling. A shudder ran through him as you flicked your tongue up and down the shaft as you descended to deep throat him. He bit his thumb and blew, inflating his hand slightly.

"Gotta get ya ready, kay?" He didn't wait for your answer, reaching behind you to grip your ass for a second before plunging a finger into your dripping pussy. You squealed at the sudden unexpected intrusion, but moaned in relief at the stretch. Luffy groaned deeply at the vibration accompanying your heavenly mouth. A few pumps of his hand later, and he added a second finger. Your eyes rolled back into your head in relief. He wasn't hitting your sweet spots, but you were still well on your way to cumming due to your sensitivity.

He finger-fucked you harshly, making your mouth take more of him as he slammed into your pussy. You were being used, and the thought made you clench around his fingers.

"Fuck. Shit I can't last much longer. Want me to cum in your mouth?"

You eagerly nodded the best you could, muffled "mmmhmm"'s coming from your throat.

"Such a good little kitty. Want your captain's milk? F-fuck! Cumming!" Hot spend spurted down your throat. Your eyes rolled back into your head at the taste as you swallowed it down easily, and it sent you over the edge into your first orgasm. It was intense, white-hot pleasure racing through your nerves as you shook, impaled by him. A deep, throaty groan left Luffy's lips as he spasmed in your mouth, and you kept sucking, trying to pull more from his cock. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head off.

"Greedy"

You smiled a little, and he surged forward in a harsh kiss. He hummed at the taste of himself mixed with you, appreciated how it marked you as his.

"I think it's only fair if I get a taste of you now"

Before you knew it, you were flipped over on your back, head resting on the armrest and Luffy was between your shaking thighs. He eyed your soaking pussy, and the traces left by your weeping slick.

"You got a taste of my milk, now I want to taste you as you cream on my face. Got it?" His voice was gravely and deeper than his usual bright sounding tone, and it sent desire punching through you again. You could only groan, head fuzzy with lust. You rolled your hips towards his face tantalizingly, and he sucked in a breath at the small squelch that accompanied the movement.

"Such a good girl for me, kitty" he murmured. The compliment vaguely registered in your head before he dove in, tongue collecting slick from your dripping cunt. You moaned at the sensation, pleasure rolling through you at the small motion.

"C-Cap-captain!"

He pulled back, and you hissed at the lack of contact, looking down at him. There was a tiny pool of both his saliva and your slick on his curled tongue, and he made a show of bringing it into his mouth and swallowing, moaning at the taste. You could only watch in wide-eyed silence, the end of your tail flicking with anticipation as he slowly eased his face back between your thighs.

"Say it again." his lips whispered against your puffy clit, and you exhaled harshly at the sensation.

"Captain! Please~" you begged, feeling close to tears with frustration. He didn't even bother with a reply. Something seemed to snap in him at your sweet words, and he greedily licked up and down your pussy, groaning deeply and gulping as you ground your hips against his tongue. One arm pinned your hips down easily, showcasing his hidden strength.

He let his tongue trace random shapes on your clit, that were, unbeknownst to you, spelling his name. Your cute little cunt was his. Your back arched at a particularly hard lick against your throbbing clit, head tilting back. He ran his hands over your back, feeling how much pleasure his tongue brought you. He decided to take pity on you, and finally flicked it over your clit, abusing the poor nub to bring your orgasm hurtling through your body. One hand came down and he shoved three fingers into your tight hole, crooking his fingers up into that one spot as he pistoned them in and out.

Your body felt like it was burning with pleasure, wails of your pleasure barely reaching your own ears as you were lost in the heat of desire and lust. Your hand gripped his hair, attempting to ground yourself as your peak quickly approached. Your second mind-blowing orgasm wracked through your body, clenching your muscles and dispersing any thoughts in your mind. You felt Luffy's expanded tongue fuck into your pussy, feeling your orgasm as you clamped down and creamed on him.

He only stopped his assault when your shaking had paused, and you were tapping his head. He still had his tongue hanging out, slurping up your cream and juices. You briefly realized you would normally be embarrassed, but the sight only turned you on more.

"Such good cream, kitty. Are you ready for me to play with you some more?" He crawled over your body, straddling you before kissing you messily. You tasted yourself on him, slightly sour, as he licked desperately into your mouth. He pulled away, reaching to stroke his weeping cock, reddened at the brown tip. You moaned at the sight.

"Lemme fuck you then. Face down, ass up, Kitten~" he cooed in your ear before pushing back to stand over you on the couch. You stared at him, backlit by the lighting. He looked angelic. Soft black hair, wide eyes heavily lidded with lust and command, and his muscles were highlighted beautifully. The command took control over your body quickly, and you flipped over, burrowing your face into the cushion as you arched your back sinfully. Your tail flicked over your back, baring your hole as you reached back and spread your ass for his view. You heard him hiss out a shaky breath as he knelt behind you.

"God so perfect" He didn't seem to realize he said that out loud, but you shivered in delight at the words, arching your back a little more for him. He tapped his thick cock on your ass before sliding it down to just between the apex of your thighs. It dragged almost painfully slowly against your sensitive clit, wetting the length with your spend and slick.

"You know the system baby. Let me know if you need me to stop"

You only mewled in reply, shaking your hips slightly. He grunted with the slight friction, removing your hands from you ass cheeks to spread them himself. He gently put in the tip, and you had to hold your breath against an orgasm just from that. He must have picked up on how close you were, because he slammed the rest of his length in harshly, one hand putting weight on your lower back to keep it arched for him as you shook apart, creaming on his cock again.

"Good girl, there ya go. So sensitive today, huh? Cock hungry lil kitty. I'll give ya what you want, don't worry." His voice made it sound like he was completely lost to the pleasure- breathy and gravely. The words and his voice washed over you like a refreshing breath of air after the intensity of your orgasm. He began pounding you, cock dragging from the base to the head before slamming back in harshly. You screamed wordlessly, drooling onto the cushion as he fucked you.

He grunted and was breathing heavily, the sounds music to your ears as they joined your wails and the lewd slapping of skin on skin. He was so deep, hitting your cervix with every stroke. The ache only added to your growing pleasure.

"Sh-shit! I won't last much longer. So w-wet and tight. Fuck!" His arm wrapped around your chest, hand reaching up to your neck. He pulled you upright, back still arched away from his chest. Your arms found his hair as your pussy was pounded from behind. He could see your tits jiggling with his thrusts, joining the shaking of your ass cheeks. The sight made him drool, and he couldn't help but mark your neck. He nibbled and suckled, not losing his rhythm. The attention paid to your neck made you moan loudly. You could hardly form words to say you were going to cum, and it slammed into you before you could find the breath to speak. The sudden pressure around his cock was too much, and he spilled inside with a heavy groan as he bit the junction between your neck and shoulder.

He pulled you with him as he collapsed backwards on the couch, catching his breath. His dick slid out, and you whined at the loss. You wanted to keep it in so bad. His seed shouldn't be wasted.

You straddled him on shaky legs, and he rested his hands on your hips. You frowned at him with watery eyes, and he blinked at you, concerned. His hands gently traced lines up and down your sides.

"What is it baby? Are you hurt?"

You shook your head, overwhelmed and close to tears.

"Wanna.. wanna keep it in" you murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. A smile of relief broke over his face.

"Of course. Lemme fill you back up, okay?" he said gently. You felt his cock twitching back to life and he used his powers to inflate it, and you sunk back down on it with a happy sigh. He jerked and grunted at the sensation.

"C'mere" He pulled you to his chest, and you basked in the afterglow, sweaty bodies sticking slightly.

"You feelin' any better?"

"A little. But I still want to be bred. I want you to fuck me so full of your cum we're not sure my birth control can handle it. Please? Breed me?"

You felt his heartrate increasing at your lewd and desperate words. His hand trailed up your back, accidently brushing against the base of your tail. You jerked and let out a surprised moan. A mischievous, handsome grin curved his lips at your reaction. You were starting to feel the heat swirling low in your gut again.

"I think I can do somethin with that. Gotta make ya happy, right kitty?"

You nodded empathetically.

"Yes, captain."

His eyes darkened, and you knew you were in for it now.

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

Ding! The door swishes open, Steve.

Soda lifted his head up quick at the sound of the door opening. Practically ripping his face off the counter, making him wince. Curse him for drooling in his sleep.

Soda rubbed at his cheek and looked up, staring Steve right in the face. They both held their places, before eventually Soda broke the silence.

“Hey.” He breathed out, his eyes locking onto Steve as he sat up proper.

Steve took another step into the store. He was teetering with every other step. He was staring back at Soda. “Hey.”

There was silence between the both of them for another moment.

“Can–” Soda cleared his throat, pushing his hair out of his face and readjusting everything. He felt all ruffled up after his short nap. “What are you doing here?”

Steve shrugged. “It's only 7. I got a half an hour until school.” He looked away, down at the floor and at his shoes. There was new blood stains on them. As to how recent they were was something Steve himself wasn't even aware of. But they were new, he could say that much.

Soda hummed as he fixed his sleeves, nodding. So, he had only slept an hour then. “...Where've you been?”

“Out. Around. Here and there.” Steve rolled his eyes, kicking the dust off the floor.

Soda laughed dryly. The air was thick. He felt so awkward, especially after just having woken up. “Figures...”

The clock ticked in the background on the wall. A bird was chirping, somewhere in the roof. Everything felt slowed.

Steve suddenly snatched up Soda's hands, looking at the bandages. “What happened here?”

Soda yawned. “Just some stuff,” He rolled his eyes just as Steve did earlier. “Got hurt.” He was mocking Steve's vagueness.

“No shit.” Steve grumbled, before taking the tape off and carefully unwrapping his hands. He stared long and hard at Soda's bruised and busted knuckles. “Were you mad when it happened?”

Soda shrugged. Steve huffed.

“...Alright, alright.” He shook his head at himself. “I'll talk.” He wrapped Soda's hands back up, rubbing his thumbs against Soda's covered palms.

“You will?” Soda sounded quite surprised. It's not often Steve would actually talk. It was different; it was concerning.

“Mm.” Steve nods stiffly. “Ponyboy snitched on me, so I guess I deserve to tell you something.” His thumbs pushed up to Soda's wrists, rubbing at his pressure points.

Soda smiled. “You went over there?”

Steve sighed, nodding again. “Mhm.”

They both sat down onto the floor behind the counter, being level and close. Soda's hands opened and closed subconsciously at Steve massaged at his wrists.

Soda crossed his legs and took one hand back to wipe off the dry drool off his face. “Okay, talk.” He gave his hand back to Steve immediately afterwards.

And so Steve started.

[koboldfactory]

oh yeah i started playing the other half life 2 episodes over the weekend and they're just kinda okay so far. the start of episode 1 was cool but the rest of it was just kinda ehh. Episode 2 is obviously much larger and the lore stuff and new enemies and stuff are cool, but I honestly don't really care for the structure all that much. I think the locales are just a lot less interesting compared to the base game. the idea of a road trip stopping at points of interest seems cool conceptually, but it kinda just feels like padding in gameplay. I got to the point right before the big defense section with the gravity gun bomb things and I am just kinda dreading booting it back up. that kind of large scale defense gameplay where you have to keep scrambling around to stop the advance of tons of enemies just isn't appealing to me. Knowing how it ends too makes me a little less inclined to push through the rough bits. I already experienced basically everything I didn't have any knowledge/memory of. it's kinda weird because base half life 2 was like some of the coolest video game stuff I've ever played and the episodes, to me at least, just kinda feel like they didn't quite know how they wanted to wrap up the story so they just kept dragging it out. And the cliffhanger sort of ending Combined (hah) with the fact that there's still no direct sequel to episode 2 kinda confirms that to me. I definitely wanna go finish HL: Alyx soon now though

[lainarrrrrr]

hah so that was a cliffhanger right? *eye twitches* right?

[virotr]

More @batmanisagatewaydrug book bingo!

This time “The Colour of Magic” by Terry Pratchett for “fantasy”

Here’s the last one

I’ve heard a lot of good things about Terry Pratchett (especially in light of recent events with a certain author he once worked with) and the Discworld books in general, so I finally gave one a go.

I really liked it! It was fun, not the most deep book in the world, it’s called the fantasy version of Hitchhiker’s Guide and I think I would agree (I didn’t care for Hitchhiker but I did quite like this), but I definitely need something lighthearted like this every once in a while. Not much I can say about it that hasn’t been said already, it’s a fantasy romp about a wizard school flunk-ee chasing around a rich tourist trying to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed in increasingly dire situations. I loved all the fantasy takes on modern technology. It took me a few chapters to recognize and appreciate Pratchett’s (very British) sense of humor, once I actually caught on I read the remaining 80% of the book in two sittings. I get tired of a lot of books that seem to jump between events rapidly, but something about how Pratchett’s writing kept me engaged throughout which was a pleasant surprise. The cliffhanger (hah) at the end made me immediately download the next book in the series, so it’s looking like I’ll be filling the “sequel” square soon!

[asoulwithadream]

Shoscombe Old Place / Part 1 - Sherlock & Co From the diary of ASoulWithADream...

I'm really enjoying this episode so far! The domesticity coupled with the rising tension, and references to something which both scares and intrigues me. As I see my summaries grow shorter, my commentary grows longer, and I think I find it a welcome change.

Live Soul Reaction (my on-the-spot commentary):

A HOOVER?

Sherlock wouldn't be good at poker.

I love that in almost all pseudo-official works of Sherlock Holmes and his adventures (as documented by Doctor John Watson), he never fucking cleans.

MARIANA. I know this gives us an adventure more centred on John-Sherlock but MARIANAAAA NO-

I think John saying "holly-bobs" has cured me.

Their little tangents bring me so much life. They remind me so much of me and my own best-friend, seamlessly flowing from one topic (where one of us may be more knowledgable) to the other. They've captured the chemistry of friendship so incredible well.

SWINDON TOWN! WOO!

"Right, well, let's just say: she didn't just get a double-D in Maths and French…" JONK.

John "bit of a slut" Watson.

"There's no episode," yeah right, everything's an episode. You are an episode. I am an episode. We are episode…

I love John's town lore. The world-building is insane and both so normal and so outrageous, meeting somewhere in the middle. John doesn't feel like a character in my phone, I can imagine him actually outside Swindon right now.

"You are an idiot," <33333333

You know who Carol Watson reminds me of? Colm McCool from Derry Girls.

Yapping runs in the family, I guess.

Formed to that shape over thousands of year. Like a river. Water. River. Water falling. What.

"And that was a prize, was it?" "Hah, shut up," <3

I see what you did there Jonk. I don't think him recording was a mistake. He wanted a case, and he knew a case would appear, because cases seem to follow Sherlock like mice to a piper. No argument over the game being afoot? Immediately starting the case from the first lead? John, you wanted this to happen. <3

"The entire species? Or a particular suborder?" "THE Beatles."

I thought Gary Lineker was that one guy Sherlock called a hunk.

"Did she have any animosity towards the creature?" Sherlock what.

"She's an eighty-six year old woman in San Tropez, John. I ain't got a scooby, mate." I LOVE YOU JOE!!! I <3 YOU!!!

"You don't realise a place is run down when you live in it, do you?" The nostalgia of that sentence hit me like a bull train. The tragedy of decay can co-exist with the love for a place in it.

Also, what's with the poker/card-game references? Is this relevant, or just an inside joke?

TATTOO REMOVAL??? CLOSE INSPECTION???? ONCE OR TWICE??????

I love that Sherlock is trying to ease John with having Carrie involved with the case, offering to avoid talking to her, being the one to contact instead, he's being so kind and thoughtful and I love seeing Sherlock act like this.

This hobbit aah music has got me joining the gnome vs knight war.

"To see this, trickle through the countryside, knowing what he'll eventually become. Journey, growth, and finally, lost, to much deeper, complex waters. Unrecognisable in the homogeny." That's a the second explicit mention of water, very poetically phrased as both a metaphor for something I can not quite put my finger on, and also… waterfalls. I think I was right to comment on the Final Problem a few days ago. Wrong in my theory, right with time.

"Bliss, cheers." <3

THE FUCK.

ARCHIE.

WITH HER??? HE WAS WHO'S?

CARRIE.

They're getting better at cliffhangers (pun intended). How do I know? I'm getting more and more frustrated.