#never thought that was a tag I’d use lmao

[nahare-shin]

The only way this post could’ve stopped me in my tracks faster is if I had walked into it.

[everestentertainments]

if it’s your kink than whatever ignore this BUT I don’t get how “It won’t fit” is a practicality issue in the Transformers porn sphere. Surely Cybertronians can just transform their pussy hole to be bigger. Or better yet make their dicks smaller. Also side question what part of the vehicle does a Transformer’s dick and vagina turn in to.

[cuteniaarts]

2 hour rough drawing of Ehuang, my precious Green Opal child who I don’t draw nearly enough <3

[goldazu]

Ruki tormenting Kino before he goes home 😔

@the-precious-sugar-chan

[peapod20001]

I’m the type that can and will cry if think too hard <3

[deus-ex-mona]

we are united in a common cause on this ✨#blessed✨ day

[juniperhillpatient]

Do you think that Scrappy Doo is an unfairly vilified character?

No I don’t I think he should be vilified even more fuck that little twerp!

[danielnelsen]

ooh! took me a while to find a post i saw last year about the different scripts used throughout northern thedas, but this is actually written in tevene!

all the scripts here (elvhen, tevene, ander, antivan, and nevarran) have the same alphabet but stylise the letters in different ways!

DAA — Qwydion wasn't kidding

I've been rewatching Dragon Age Absolution for funsies while working on commissions and got distracted XD Qwydion wasn't kidding when she said that list out loud lmao

But I do wonder why it was written in elven if she lied saying her master gave her the list to get those items? Also "kw"? Short for Quwydion, maybe? OR I got the letters wrong?

DA Elven Alphabet: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1N5c-1eql5stHFsMKbNLqxHBkoqbsqMNV

[downbad4sylus]

“Don’t you have other friends…?”

(part 1, part 3, and part 4)

synopsis: Sylus goes on another business trip so you decided to spend the weekend in Skyhaven with Caleb. Everything is great, until it isn’t.

content: sylus x afab!reader; use of Y/N; established relationship; big caleb cameo; caleb acts like caleb; mentions of injuries; teeny tiny baby zayne cameo; angst; mostly proofread

tags: @miffysoo @pinky27freak @rcvcgers @worshipthecrow @aikonecrosis @blorbohunter @wandering-spirit-1383

word count: ~4.8k (sorry)

a/n: so this is a continuation/part 2 to “come to drug my girlfriend again” with a much bigger caleb cameo. not sure if i’ll be adding more to this or not, but in the meantime i’m working on a purely-sylus-nsfw fic bc this latest event has me feral lmao

Knocking softly on Sylus’s office door, you waited for his reply of “come in” before entering. He sat in his chair, as casual as always, glancing up from his papers to watch you approach.

“Why do you look so nervous?” he drawled, leaning back and crossing his arms.

You were nervous.

Sylus was leaving on another business trip tomorrow and would be gone the entire weekend. You really didn’t want to be alone the whole time, so you reached out to Caleb to see if he was free, and it just so happened that he had the weekend off.

But telling Sylus…well, you weren’t sure how he would take it.

Sylus had never gotten mad at you, had never so much as raised his voice. Even when you were fighting—which wasn’t often—he would remain calm and collected, not at all fazed if you were yelling. You didn’t think he’d yell at you now, but he wasn’t exactly happy when he found out your childhood best friend had drugged you.

“What’s the matter, kitten?” Sylus asked, pulling you from your swirling thoughts. He grabbed your hand between both of his and traced soothing patterns on your palm. “Talk to me.”

You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves. “I’m going to Skyhaven while you’re gone,” you said, “to hang out with Caleb.”

His fingers froze, and you caught the minute twitch of his brows. “Don’t you have other friends you can hang out with?”

“Tara and Greyson are away for a weekend together so Zayne is picking up the slack at the hospital. Xavier is out doing whatever sketchy shit he refuses to tell anyone about. Rafayel is in another country for an art exhibition. And Simone and Andrew are holed up at the Association working on modifying weapons.” With each friend listed, Sylus’s brows drew closer until there was a deep crease between them. “But Caleb has the weekend off and said I could come spend it with him in Skyhaven.”

Sylus closed his eyes, inhaling through his nose, and you stayed silent as he processed this information. He knew you would’ve already bought train tickets, not that he would be able to convince you stay in Linkon—or even at the base—regardless.

“Y/N,” he said finally, opening his eyes to fix you with a hard stare, “the thought of you alone with him for an entire weekend, while I’m gone, does not sit well with me.”

You opened your mouth to defend your decision, but pressed your lips together when he held up a hand.

“I wasn’t finished,” he admonished, but his tone was soft, gentle even. “I know how much it means to you to spend time with him, so I’d like to propose a compromise.”

“Okay,” you breathed. “What’s the compromise?”

“For the sake of my sanity, I can be agreeable to you going as long as you answer my texts or calls in a timely manner so I know you’re okay, and you let me know what you’re doing so I don’t think something’s wrong if you don’t answer me right away.”

Considering the circumstances, you didn’t think Sylus’s requests were unreasonable. In fact, you loved the idea that despite being busy with business, Sylus would still be texting and calling you.

So you nodded excitedly. “I can do that, absolutely.”

He visibly relaxed, squeezing your hand as he whispered, “Thank you.”

You pressed a kiss to his brow. “It’ll only be a few days.”

Sylus huffed. “It sounds like you aren’t going to miss me, sweetie.”

“Not one bit,” you teased with a wide grin.

His red eyes darkened with a dangerous glint. “No?” He rose from the chair, now towering over you. “Well,” he sighed, fingers grazing your cheek, “I guess I’ll just have to give you something to remember me by.”

—

Stepping off the train and onto the platform in Skyhaven, you adjusted the collar of your shirt, hoping it still covered the hickey Sylus had left on your neck. He was a biter, and last night was no different. You had to give him credit, he said he was going to give you something to remember him by and he delivered on that promise. You chuckled to yourself, trying and failing to ignore the delicious soreness between your legs.

You fired off a text to your boyfriend, letting him know you’d arrived at your destination. He replied within seconds, saying he was glad you had a safe trip and to let him know when you got to Caleb’s.

“Y/N!”

Your head snapped in the direction of your name, finding Caleb waving excitedly as he jogged to where you stood on the platform. You smiled at your childhood best friend and met him halfway.

Caleb pulled you into a tight hug, one you returned, happiness flooding through you at seeing him again.

“How was the ride?” Caleb asked, pushing you back by your shoulders. His gaze caught on your neck, his eyes narrowing slightly as sense of possessiveness flared in his chest.

“It was fine,” you said, oblivious to his reaction. “A normal train ride.”

Caleb smirked, his expression smoothing. “Good to hear. You hungry? We can grab somethin’ to eat on the way back to my place, unless you want me to cook for you.”

Your smile widened. “I want you to cook for me!”

“Yeah? Your boyfriend can’t cook as well for you?” he teased, cocking his head.

“Caleb!” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “Please don’t start, I just got here.”

He laughed, throwing his arm over your shoulders and tucking you against his side. “I’m kidding,” he insisted. “I know no one’s food is as good as mine.”

You shook your head, but did not disagree with him, something he noticed right away. “Can you make chicken wings? I haven’t had yours in so long.”

“Of course, pip-squeak. You mind if we stop at the store to get the stuff I need?” He started steering you away from the platform toward the exit.

“Not at all, it’s been a while since we last grocery shopped together,” you said. “Remember when we were little and I lost you and Gran in the store?”

Caleb chuckled. “Yeah and you started cryin’ so loud we heard you from a couple aisles over?”

You laughed too. “Hey, you probably wouldn’t have found me otherwise.”

He jostled your shoulders. “You know I wouldn’t have left that store without you.”

You peered up at him, finding him already staring down at you with such fondness it made your heart squeeze. “I know, Caleb.”

Caleb kept his arm around you until you reached his car where he finally released you in order to open the passenger side door. You gave an exaggerated curtsy before you got in, Caleb’s laugh still audible even after he shut the door. As he rounded the car toward the driver’s seat, you pulled out your phone and updated Sylus on your plans.

Going to the grocery store to grab some stuff for dinner. How’s business?

His reply came shortly after Caleb slid into, and started, the car.

Whats for dinner? and business is fine boring as always without you here.

“Who are you textin’?”

“Hm?” You looked over at Caleb. “What was that?”

“I asked who you’re texting,” he repeated. “You’re smilin’ at your phone all weird.”

“Weird?!” you exclaimed. “I am not!”

“Are too,” he taunted. “Are you gonna answer my question?”

You dropped the phone into your lap with a huff, Sylus’s text still unanswered. “If you must know, I’m talking to Sk—um, Sylus.”

It was still strange calling Sylus by his real name to someone who wasn’t a part of his inner circle, but you knew better than to use his alias in front of Caleb.

“Been apart for a couple hours and you’re already textin’?” Caleb asked.

“We text all the time, Caleb,” you said, lifting your phone again to respond to your boyfriend.

Caleb’s making me chicken wings. I’ll send you a picture when they’re done. I miss you.

Sylus sent an emoji of a dove cuddling a crow.

Miss you too sweetie. i look forward to seeing your dinner later.

As you texted, Caleb’s grip on the steering tightened until his knuckles were white. It hurt him to think that you wouldn’t be giving him your undivided attention during your visit, and well, he just couldn’t have that. He’d have to come up with a way to solve this little problem of his before the weekend was over.

—

You decided not to send Sylus the picture of your chicken wings until after dinner since Caleb seemed to tense up every time you so much as touched your phone.

Dinner was delicious though, and you were happy to have shared the meal with Caleb.

The day had gone well, the two of you reverting back to your old ways, teasing and joking with each other like no time had passed.

Your heart was warm as you strolled into the bedroom you called your own at Caleb’s house, the one that was once his. You unwrapped the towel around your body, having just gotten out of the shower, and changed into comfy clothes. Caleb was showering now, then the two of you would settle in for the night to watch a movie. You took this opportunity to give Sylus a call.

He picked up after the first ring.

“Sweetie.”

Your face split into a grin. “Hey Sy.”

“All done for the night?” he asked.

“No, Caleb and I are going to watch a movie but I’m waiting for him to finish up in the shower so I figured I’d check in on my super important, big bad businessman boyfriend.”

Sylus snorted. “Super important, huh? I would much rather hear about your day, sweetie.”

“No, uh uh, you first. You know you can’t get away with that anymore,” you admonished.

“Fine, fine,” Sylus sighed, though you could hear his amused smirk through the phone. “It wasn’t all that exciting. I sat through a day full of meetings, keeping myself entertained by texting my beautiful girlfriend. Then earlier tonight I went to an auction where I bought you a few pieces for your growing jewelry collection. And now I’m talking to you.”

“That all sounds exciting to me,” you said, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. “Are you tired? I know how meetings during the day can exhaust you.”

“I’m okay,” Sylus murmured. “I’ll sleep for a few hours before I’m back in more meetings.”

“Don’t overwork yourself, please.”

“I won’t, sweetie. Now, it’s your turn, tell me about your day.”

You inhaled through your nose. “Well, Caleb and I went grocery shopping after he picked me up from the train station. We hung around for a little once we got to his place before we started dinner.”

“Oh? And did you help make dinner?”

You giggled. “No, you know I didn’t.”

Sylus chuckled. “You are a terrible sous chef.”

“Hey! You love it when I’m your sous chef!“

Caleb knocked loudly on the bedroom door. “Pip-squeak! Are we gonna watch a movie or what? I already popped the popcorn.”

“I’ll be out in a minute!” you yelled.

“Go watch your movie,” Sylus said softly. “Text me before you go to bed, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I love you, Sy.”

“I love you too, sweetie. Thanks for calling.”

“Of course, I’ll text you later.”

Caleb was waiting for you in the hall, as if he had been standing there listening to your call with Sylus (he was).

“How’s your boyfriend?” he asked, the picture of innocence.

You rolled your eyes at him and headed to the living room. “He’s fine, thanks for asking.”

Caleb scoffed. “Yeah, nooo problem.”

You whirled around and punched his right shoulder.

Caleb, feigning hurt, gripped his shoulder. “Ow Y/N, I think you broke it. You’re gonna have to take me to the hospital now.”

You laughed and punched him again.

“Oh that’s it.”

You squealed as Caleb reached for you, barely dodging his fingers before breaking into a run to avoid being caught. He chased you around the living room and into the kitchen where you two got in a stand off on either side of the island.

“Caleb stop!” you cried as he mirrored your every move. “I thought we were watching a movie!”

“You’re the one who assaulted me, pip-squeak,” Caleb protested, smiling from ear to ear.

“I’m sorry okay?!”

Caleb crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re sorry?”

You raised your palms in surrender. “Yes, so sorry, I shouldn’t have done it. I take it all back.”

“Hmm.” Caleb tucked a contemplative hand under his chin. “I guess you seem sorry.”

You stretched your arm across the island, pinky first. “Pinky swear.”

Caleb flashed you a conspiratorial smirk and locked his pinky around yours. “Okay, you’re forgiven.”

“Yay! Can we go watch our movie now?”

“Yeah, come on pip-squeak.”

—

Sylus’s texts grew more infrequent the following day, and you knew it was because his worry was assuaged knowing your first night was without incident.

You were a little relieved, not because you didn’t want to talk to your boyfriend but because Caleb had made several comments about you being on your phone too much. He even went as far as to say Sylus was “breathing down your neck.”

“He’s just making sure I’m okay,” you had shot back at him. “You haven’t exactly given him reason to trust you, Caleb.”

Caleb couldn’t argue that. And maybe if he were in Sylus’s position, he’d be acting the same way. Worse, actually, he’d be acting much worse.

It was the only tiff you two had gotten in, and it far from ruined the nice weekend you were having.

Today, Caleb took you out to show you around Skyhaven. You went sightseeing and shopping, making Caleb carry your bags which he did enthusiastically and without complaint. And you decided to end the day with a nice dinner that Caleb paid for, the two of you now making the trek to the parking garage Caleb had parked in earlier that morning.

“I can take one of those bags, you know,” you said, eyeing the three bags hanging from Caleb’s right forearm.

“It’s no problem, I’m fine to carry them,” he insisted, shooting you a wide grin. “You really didn’t buy that much.”

“Can’t have a million bags to bring on the train with me tomorrow,” you quipped.

Caleb chuckled. “No of course not, that would be highly inconvenient.”

“I’d look like a lunatic!”

“Now that’s a little dramatic, pip-squeak.”

“I’ve never been dramatic a day in my life.”

Caleb abruptly stopped walking and just stared at you for a few seconds before bursting into hysterics. You followed suit, laughing so hard you doubled over.

“Okay, stop, stop,” you pleaded, tears streaming down your face. “I can’t breathe.”

That only sent Caleb into another wave of laughter, clutching at your arm as if he needed to ground himself.

It took at least ten minutes for you and Caleb to calm down, both of you leaning against the wall of a nearby building, trying to catch your breath.

“Ah man, I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard,” said Caleb, wiping tears from under his eyes.

“Yeah me too,” you said, looking up at your childhood best friend. You grabbed his left hand and squeezed. “I’m really happy you’re back Caleb.”

“Y/N,” Caleb breathed. “I’m really happy I’m back too—“

Your Hunter’s Watch chose that exact moment to start frantically beeping. Your heads jerked toward the Metaflux fluctuation mere yards away.

Caleb dropped the bags he was holding and pulled out two guns from underneath his jacket.

“I didn’t bring any weapons, give me one of your guns,” you said, holding out a hand.

“I can handle this, just stay here,” Caleb retorted.

The Wanderer appeared, sending any nearby people scattering.

You grabbed his arm, stopping him from advancing any further. “Caleb, I’m a Hunter, now give me a gun.”

Caleb leveled you with a hard glare, looking more like the Colonel than your best friend. “Stay. Here.”

He wrenched his arm from your grip and strode toward the Wanderer.

“Caleb!” You moved to go after him only to have the weight of his Evol surround you, keeping you locked in place. “Caleb!”

He didn’t answer, didn’t so much as turn around and acknowledge you. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest. How could he do this? How could he, after everything, still treat you like a little girl he needed to protect? You were hurt and frustrated and regretting ever coming to Skyhaven in the first place.

And worst of all, you knew you could never tell Sylus about this.

A second fluctuation formed close beside you.

“Caleb!” you screamed, desperately trying to get his attention. Again, he didn’t even turn his head. “Shit. Shit.”

The Wanderer appeared, its focus zeroing in on you.

You struggled against Caleb’s Evol, crying out for his help, but your pleas went unanswered and the Wanderer attacked.

As Caleb sank the killing shot into the Wanderer he was facing, he heard it. The sickening crack followed by your agonized shriek.

He whirled around and the world slipped from under his feet.

There you were, your shoulder obviously dislocated, and the second Wanderer backing away from where it had slammed into your side. Pain twisted the expression on your face and Caleb felt it as though you had grabbed hold of his heart and crushed it in your fist.

This was his fault. You were hurt because of him.

“Caleb.” His name was a broken, desperate sob from your lips, begging for his help. Begging him to let you go.

He did, releasing the hold his Evol had on you and you collapsed to the ground, holding your ribs with your uninjured arm. Caleb made quick work of the Wanderer then rushed to your side.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, where does it hurt?” he asked, his hands hovering over you, not knowing where to start.

You resisted the urge to cringe away from him. He didn’t mean for you to get hurt, you knew that, but if Caleb had just let you fight then this would’ve never happened.

“Okay, okay, I’m going to pick you up and we’re going to get you better. Okay, pip-squeak?”

You bit your lip and nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment.

Caleb swept you into his arms with as much gentleness as he could manage, but it didn’t stop the wave of pain that crashed through you. Your bags were forgotten as Caleb made a break for the parking garage.

—

You ended up passing out in the car on the way to Caleb’s house, the pain just too much for you to handle.

Caleb, who luckily had some medic training under his belt, was able to assess your condition. Your shoulder was dislocated, and he was pretty sure your ribs were at least bruised, at worst cracked.

By the time you regained consciousness, you were laying in bed with Caleb sitting beside you. His eyes were full of guilt and concern, the two battling for dominance within the purple hues.

“Hey,” he murmured, brushing the hair from your face. “How are you feeling?”

You scrunched your eyes closed. “It hurts Caleb.”

“I know, pip-squeak, I’m so sorry.” When you didn’t respond, he sucked in a deep breath before saying, “I set your shoulder while you were unconscious, does it feel any better?”

You shifted your shoulder. It still hurt like a bitch, but it felt better now that it was back in the socket. “Yeah,” you managed with a nod. “Thank you.”

Caleb huffed a humorless laugh. “Don’t thank me, I’m the one who got you into this mess.”

“Caleb, please, I know you didn’t mean it.”

He shook his head.

You really didn’t have the energy to fight with him right now, to convince him of the intentions behind his own actions. “Do you have my phone?”

Caleb went rigid, his gaze hardening. “Why? So you can call your boyfriend?”

“Yes, Caleb,” you hissed. “Unless you want Sylus to come break down your door.”

He laughed again, a chilling sound. “He isn’t going to break down my do—“

Caleb was quick to eat his own words at the sound of his door being broken down at that very moment.

“Y/N?!”

You couldn’t help the relief that flooded through you hearing Sylus call your name. You never doubted for a second that he wouldn’t stay true to his word in coming for you if he thought you were in trouble.

Caleb, however, looked like he could commit murder.

You tried and failed to grab Caleb’s sleeve as he rose from the bed and marched out of the room all together.

Caleb didn’t think the several missed calls and dozen unanswered texts on your phone would lead to the head of Onychinus busting down his front door. Though perhaps Caleb was naive to underestimate Sylus and the lengths he would go to for you. If he weren’t the obstacle keeping you from Caleb, he might have had some respect for the snowy haired man currently seething in his living room.

“Where is she?” Sylus growled, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

“She’s resting,” Caleb said simply.

Sylus huffed, unamused by the Colonel’s response. “Let’s not make this more difficult than it already is, Colonel.”

Caleb’s eye twitched. “What are you even doing here?”

“I’m here to take my girlfriend home because you clearly cannot be trusted to be around her,” was Sylus’s reply.

It only made Caleb angrier that Sylus wasn’t so much as raising his voice. As if Caleb wasn’t a threat but a mere nuisance getting in Sylus’s way.

The weight of Caleb’s Evol emanated from him like an aura as Sylus’s black-red mist swirled around his fists.

But before the two could break into an all-out brawl, you stumbled into the living room.

“Stop, both of you please stop,” you pleaded.

Sylus’s red eyes lit with fury upon seeing you. You hadn’t answered him because you were hurt. He was going to kill the Colonel for this.

“Y/N, what happened?” he asked, his tone noticeably softer when speaking to you.

“I’m fine, it’s fine, we just ran into some Wanderers on our way home from dinner. The fight got ugly,” you explained.

Sylus knew you better than anyone though, and he knew you weren’t telling him the whole truth.

“What did you do to her?” he snarled at Caleb, taking a step toward him.

Panic sluiced through your veins at that minute movement from Sylus, knowing he wouldn’t be letting Caleb off so easily this time.

So you did what any normal person would do in this situation.

You broke down in tears.

Sylus’s entire focus shifted to you and he was at your side in an instant. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his hands capturing your face so tenderly it made your heart ache. “Are you in pain? Where does it hurt?”

You shook your head. “I want you to stop fighting.”

His brow buckled. “Sweetie, you’re hurt because of him, you know I can’t just let that go.”

“Please!” you cried. “Please stop, Sy, I can’t have the two most important people in my life hating each other. I can’t handle it!”

Sylus tucked you into his chest and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Okay, sweetie. I’ll stop, but you’re coming home with me.”

You nodded, your cheek rubbing against his shirt. “Okay.”

“I’ll go get your bag. Don’t move.”

Sylus pushed you back and sat you on the couch, kissing your forehead before striding for the room you’d been staying in, not sparing the Colonel a glance.

Caleb had stood stock-still during the entire exchange, staring with wide eyes and an aching heart. The way your body melted into Sylus’s with the simplest of touches, the way your expression eased when he kissed your head. It was awful. It was so unbearably awful.

When you were left alone, he stumbled over to you as if in a daze.

“Pip-squeak,” he muttered, “don’t go.”

Your eyes, full of anguish, met his. “I’m going Caleb,” you whispered. “It’s the only way to keep you both from killing each other.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything,” he protested, collapsing onto the floor in front of where you sat. “I promise I wasn’t.”

You hung your head, defeated. “It’s too late. What’s done is done.”

Caleb was desperate. If you left, would he ever see you again? Would your stupid boyfriend forbid you? Or would you not want to be near him?

He grabbed your hands. “Please tell me you’ll come back.”

“Caleb.”

He stared up you with such profound sorrow. “Please, Y/N, I don’t want to lose you.”

“You aren’t going to lose me,” you assured. “We just need to let things settle for a while, okay?”

Caleb was abruptly pulled away from you, Sylus having returned from gathering your things and dragging Caleb by the back of his collar.

“You lost the privilege of being near her,” Sylus said, matter of fact.

Caleb snapped to his feet and slapped Sylus’s hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Don’t touch her,” Sylus hissed.

A fresh wave of tears poured down your cheeks. “I said stop fighting!” you wailed. “Sylus can we please just go?”

“Of course, sweetie. Can you walk?”

You nodded, holding onto his arm with our one good one for support as you stood.

You said nothing to Caleb and he said nothing to you as Sylus walked you out of his house. You didn’t know what to say, and neither did he. Sorry didn’t cut it, even if you assured him it was okay. All he wanted to do was protect you, to prevent you from getting hurt and yet it was his fault that you had. It was his fault you were led out of his house by your boyfriend, leaving him behind.

Maybe he deserved this. Maybe it was karma for leaving you and still expecting you to welcome him with open arms once he came back. How could he possibly make it up to you now? How could he possibly convince you to love him when it was Sylus swooping in to rescue you?

This wasn’t how this weekend was supposed to go, and Caleb had no idea what it meant for his future with you.

—

“I know you aren’t going to like it when I say this, but I don’t want you going back to Skyhaven.”

You sighed, fidgeting with Sylus’s fingers as you both lay in his bed. “I don’t like it, but I also can’t blame you for saying it.”

Before returning to the base, Sylus had first taken you to Akso Hospital where Zayne looked you over. The doctor ensured that your shoulder was properly set and put in a sling, as well as determined your ribs were in fact bruised, and not cracked or broken. He sent you off with a prescription for painkillers and a treatment plan, knowing full well that Sylus would take care of you.

“Next time I have a business trip, you’ll be taking time off and coming with me,” Sylus said, brushing his lips along your cheek. “It’s so much better when you’re there anyway.”

You smiled and leaned into his touch. “Then I can pick out my own jewelry at the auction.”

Sylus chuckled. “I’ll buy you anything you could ever desire.”

He’d also make you forget about your childhood best friend, who seemed to be far more trouble than he was worth. Though Sylus knew better than to say so aloud, but made his silent vow nonetheless.

You turned your head and placed a chaste kiss on Sylus’s lips. “Thank you.”

“For what, sweetie?”

You kissed him again, more earnestly this time. “For everything, Sy.”

He drew back, wanting to look you in the eye as he said, “I’ll always be here for you, Y/N.”

—

Caleb’s phone buzzed and it took every ounce of effort for him to pick it up.

I forgive you, Caleb. We’ll talk later this week, okay?

Your text nearly brought the Colonel to tears.

okay, pipsqueak :)

He gripped his necklace tight, and read your message over and over again until it was burned into his retinas so, even with his eyes closed, he could still see it.

[inseobts]

Heyyy. Can I request a part two of "Luffy's sister" where she met then meet Sabo?

Luffy’s ‘sister’ pt.2

sabo x fem!reader

part 1

a/n: I tried to use the anime canon events so it could contain spoilers for these who didn't watch dressrosa arc yet! also I tried my best to explain that you're not their sister lmao

tags: dressrosa arc spoilers, sabo spoilers?, emotional reunion, memories, humor, slow burn (really really slow)

words count: 5.3k

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

You’ve never been good at sneaking around.

But today, you’re a ghost... hood up, steps light, slipping past the guards with your heart pounding in your ears.

You weren’t trying to get involved. You just wanted to see Luffy. Make sure he’s okay. Make sure the plan hasn’t blown up in his face again.

You find a small side passage near the Colosseum’s underground tunnel. It leads to an open area behind the stands, away from the crowd’s eyes. You peek out carefully.

And there he is.

Luffy.

You exhale in relief, until you see what he’s doing.

He’s on top of someone, arms wrapped tightly around the man like he’s trying to crush him.

Your eyes widen.

“What the—?” you mutter, stepping out into the open “Luffy?! What are you doing?!”

He doesn’t even flinch.

You hurry closer, panic rising “Oi! Why are you fighting outside the arena?! Who is this?!”

You try to pry him off the stranger “Let him go! He can’t breathe—are you crying? What is happening?!”

Luffy stays stuck, unmoving, his grip unnaturally tight, rubbery and impossible to break.

You groan “Oh, come on. Of all times to use your stupid Devil Fruit…”

You plant your foot and yank again, finally pulling Luffy backward just enough that the other guy can breathe. Luffy’s arms stretch as you drag him off, his face still teary.

You stand up straight, panting “Jeez, dramatic much? Why are you even trying to kill someone like that...”

You don’t turn around yet. You’re too busy scolding him.

“Honestly, I thought you were here to blend in and keep a low profile, not body slam strangers underground. You’re gonna blow the whole—”

Luffy suddenly grabs your hand. His grip is warm and shaking.

“Y/N...” he says in the middle of his sobbing.

You blink.

“What?”

He doesn’t say anything.

He just pulls you toward the man behind you.

You turn slowly and freeze.

The man standing before you looks older than the boy you remember... taller, broader, his blond hair messier than ever. There’s a jagged scar running down the side of his face. His eyes are softer now, but familiar. Too familiar.

You stare.

Your mind tries to say it, but the name won’t come out.

Your body doesn’t move. You don’t speak. You just look at him, your expression unreadable. Nothing on your face gives you away. Not shock. Not anger. Not tears.

Just silence.

Luffy is quiet too. He watches both of you carefully, like he knows this is your moment.

The blond man steps closer, slowly, cautiously. His voice is calm, but low, like he’s afraid of breaking something fragile.

“...I was hoping I’d find you too.”

He pauses.

Your hands hang limp at your sides.

He takes one more step “It’s me. It’s Sabo.”

Nothing.

A flicker passes through your eyes, but your face doesn’t move.

Sabo lowers his head a little, voice softer now “You probably thought I died.”

Still, you say nothing.

He almost smiles painfully “To be fair… I thought I did too.”

A wind moves through the tunnel. Quiet. Heavy.

You just stare.

No tears. No yelling. Just a stillness so sharp it makes Luffy shift uncomfortably behind you.

Sabo doesn’t push. He just stands there and waits.

The silence stretches.

Sabo is still standing there, a few feet from you, eyes steady and soft. He’s giving you time. Space. But your body feels frozen, like it hasn’t caught up with what your eyes are seeing.

He’s alive.

He’s real.

He’s right there.

But you can’t process it.

You blink slowly, once.

Then you turn… not to him, but to Luffy.

Your voice is quiet. Too calm.

“I’m going to wait outside.”

Luffy flinches a little “Huh? Wait—Y/N, don’t you wanna—?”

You’re already walking.

“I’ll be outside” you say again, not turning back.

You don’t look at Sabo. You don’t look at Luffy again either.

You just leave.

The tunnel bends, and the second you’re alone it hits you.

Your knees buckle.

You catch yourself against the wall, but it doesn’t matter. The sob breaks out of you like a punch to the gut. Then another. And another.

You slide down to the ground, hands trembling.

He’s alive.

He’s alive.

He’s alive.

And you said nothing, you just left.

The tears come fast, hot, quiet, unstoppable. You bury your face in your arms, biting your lip to keep the sound in. But your body shakes anyway. Your chest aches with everything you never got to say. Everything you buried.

You’re not even sure what hurts more, losing him before, or seeing him again now.

You don’t know how long you sit there but you don’t move. Not yet.

Footsteps echo down the tunnel.

You wipe your face quickly, trying to steady your breathing, but your eyes are still red. Your shoulders still shake.

You know that rhythm. You don’t look up.

“...Luffy.”

He crouches in front of you. Doesn’t say anything at first. Just watches you with quiet eyes and a small frown, like he doesn’t know whether to pull you into a hug or sit silently until you ask.

Finally, he says, “He didn’t know you were gonna be here either.”

You flinch—but only slightly.

You look away “Don’t.”

He tilts his head “But—”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

He stays still.

You wipe your eyes again, harsh this time, like you’re trying to erase the weakness. You breathe in through your nose and push yourself up with stiff legs.

“We’re here for Ace’s fruit, for Doflamingo etc” you say, voice flat, like nothing just happened “That’s the priority.”

Luffy stares at you. You don’t meet his eyes.

“I get it,” he says softly, after a beat “But you don’t have to—”

“I do.” Your voice cracks just slightly “Because if I don’t focus on that, I’ll fall apart again.”

Luffy looks like he wants to say more, but doesn’t. Instead, he just nods.

You finally glance at him, your expression calmer now, but your eyes still tired. Still swollen. You offer a shaky smile.

“Let’s finish what we came here for.”

The chaos has slowed for now.

You’re seated on a stone ledge just outside one of the old Dressrosa corridors, away from the crowd and the noise. Law is nearby, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. His eyes are half-lidded, but you know he’s alert. Always is.

You sit quietly for a while, the silence not awkward… just thick with things unspoken.

And then, like it sneaks out of your mouth before you can stop it, you ask “...What would you do, if years ago, you saw someone you love die right in front of you…”

Law’s eyes open just a little.

“…and then one day, out of nowhere, they show up alive. Like nothing happened. Like those years of grief didn’t even exist?”

He looks at you.

He knows exactly who you’re talking about. And you know exactly who he’s thinking of too.

Law doesn’t answer right away. He looks off to the side, like the wind carries memories he hasn’t let himself face in years.

Finally, he says, quietly “I would do nothing.”

Your chest tightens.

He shifts just a little, as if that confession cost him something “If he walked in front of me right now… I wouldn’t speak. Wouldn’t move. I’d probably think it was a trick.”

You swallow hard.

“I don’t think there’s a right way to react,” Law adds, glancing at you now “Grief... changes the way you see the world. Coming back from it doesn’t happen in one moment. Not even if they return.”

You nod slowly. For the first time since seeing Sabo, something inside you… softens.

Maybe your silence wasn’t wrong.

Maybe your reaction was your answer.

You look down at your hands, voice barely above a whisper “Thank you.”

Law just hums quietly “Don’t thank me. Just give yourself time.”

The silence settles again after Law's last words. You're not crying anymore, just sitting there with your arms resting on your knees, the ache in your chest finally dulling.

Law glances at you sideways.

Then, deadpan as ever, he says “Are you sure you’re Luffy’s sister? You look… normal.”

You snort, caught off guard “Wow. Rude.”

He smirks, just barely.

You shake your head “I’m not his real sister, anyway.”

Law raises an eyebrow.

“When we were little,” you start, your voice softer now, “Luffy, Ace, and Sabo made this whole brotherhood pact thing. You know—swore on sake cups, made it official, the whole dramatic act.”

Law nods once, silently amused.

You roll your eyes a little “I wasn’t there when they did it. They didn’t invite me. Said it was a boy thing or something dumb like that.”

Law gives you a dry look “That tracks.”

You grin faintly “I was so mad. Didn’t speak to any of them for days. I even bit Luffy when he tried to apologize.”

Law’s eyes flicker “You bit him?”

“Hard,” you say proudly “But you know Luffy. He just kept showing up, acting like nothing happened. Then one day, out of nowhere, he tells someone I’m his sister. Said I was there when they made the promise, and I’ve just ‘forgotten.’”

Law blinks “He… rewrote history?”

“Loudly and convincingly,” you say with a laugh “Ace just ran with it. After a while, they both acted like I was part of that pact from the start. They even started getting mad at me when I didn’t call them my brothers.”

You exhale “ But Sabo never got the chance to go along with the lie.”

There’s a long pause “…I’m kind of glad.”

Law watches you closely now, sensing the shift in your tone.

You look away, your voice quieter.

“Because I don’t think I could’ve handled hearing my crush call me his little sister.”

That surprises a chuckle out of him, soft and sharp “Makes sense.”

You give him a sideways glance “What does?”

“Why you looked like you saw a ghost and got punched in the heart at the same time.”

You groan “I did not—”

“You absolutely did.”

You cover your face with both hands “Ugh. I hate this.”

Law, surprisingly, just says, “It’s fine.”

You peek at him through your fingers.

“It’s not like he called you his sister yet,” Law adds with a shrug “There’s still hope for your embarrassing feelings.”

You shove his shoulder but you're smiling now.

Dressrosa is a battlefield.

Buildings cracked in half, marines flooding the streets, chaos unfurling like smoke. But you’re already deep in it, your body flickering into flowing strips of fabric that twist and snap like whips. You stretch your torso around a collapsing wall, harden the strands like steel, and knock out three soldiers in one elegant motion.

“Always dramatic, aren’t you?”

The voice drops from above.

You roll your eyes before you even see him “You again.”

Sabo lands beside you, spinning his staff lazily “Don’t act like you’re not thrilled.”

“I was, until the part where you showed up.”

He grins “You used to be nicer.”

“No, you used to be less annoying.”

But your mouth twitches. You hate that it feels normal again, bickering with him like nothing happened. Like there weren’t years of silence and grief between you.

The fighting pulls you back into rhythm.

You move fast, wrapping a strand of your now-hardened fabric around a marine’s leg, yanking him off balance. Sabo intercepts another with his staff and a burst of flame. You duck under his arm as he swings, your body briefly unraveling into long sheets of cloth that snap back into place behind him.

“Still showing off” he mutters.

“You’re the one on fire.”

“Jealous?”

“You wish.”

Your fabric slams into the ground beside him, cracking the earth and knocking back a group of enemies. His flames chase the shockwave, torching the air in a clean arc.

You’re mid-battle, wrapping around enemies, flipping them off their feet. You're swift, focused, a total force.

But your damn hair won’t stay out of your face.

You keep blowing strands away, grumbling between punches “Stupid wind—stupid hair—get out of my face!”

Sabo’s voice cuts in from behind you “You never fixed that, huh?”

You glance over your shoulder “Fixed what?”

He ducks an enemy’s attack and then jerks his chin toward you “Your hair always did that when you fought. Thought you’d have learned by now.”

“Excuse you—my hair is a strategic distraction.”

Sabo laughs “You used to say that exact line.”

You freeze for a half second.

That tone. That smile.

Suddenly

Flashback You’re back in the woods. Same old gang, same old forest clearing. You’re younger. Sweaty, annoyed, trying to keep your hair tied back as the boys spar with sticks. It keeps falling into your face. You hiss under your breath, yanking it into a terrible knot. Sabo notices from across the clearing. Later that day, he shows up with a long, fraying strip of ugly, faded blue fabric. You frown “What is that?” He shrugs, trying to sound casual “Something to keep your hair out of your face.” “You made me something?” “Shut up. It’s not a big deal. I just don’t want you blaming your losses on bad hair.” You wear it every day for months. At the time, you thought it was just friendly teasing.

Now, mid-battle, back in the present, your hair still flying wild and his eyes still on you like he remembers every version of you, and you realize it wasn’t just a scarf.

He glances sideways at you, eyes warm “You really haven’t changed.”

You smirk “I upgrade. Learn the difference.”

When the final marine falls, you harden your leg into woven steel and deliver a clean spinning kick to finish it off.

Silence settles in.

You’re both standing in the middle of the ruined street, breathing hard. Sabo spins his staff once more and slides it onto his back.

You raise a hand, palm up “Not bad. I’ll give you a C-plus.”

He raises an eyebrow “C-plus?”

“C for ‘Could’ve-done-it-myself.’”

But you’re smiling genuinely, for the first time in a long time.

He laughs, then high-fives you without hesitation.

The contact is quick but his cheeks color the moment your hand slaps his.

You pause, blinking at him.

He’s still smiling, but it’s softer now. Maybe even shy.

Realizing what just happened, you quickly drop your hand and turn away, mood snapping back into place.

“Whatever,” you mutter “Let’s keep moving.”

But he doesn’t let the silence linger.

He steps up beside you, voice lower “We need to talk.”

You don’t look at him, but your answer is quiet. Solid.

“Later.”

He watches you for a moment, and for the first time today, he doesn’t feel like you’re slipping away again.

The little safehouse is quiet, tucked in the hills after the battle. Everyone’s exhausted. Robin pours tea, Franky’s patching his arm, and Usopp is dramatically recounting a battle no one asked about. Luffy’s already halfway through his third plate.

You’re leaning against the back wall, arms crossed, trying to ignore the way Sabo keeps stealing glances at you across the room.

It’s almost peaceful.

Then Usopp opens his mouth.

“So this is your brother, huh, Y/N?” he says, nodding toward Sabo with a big grin.

You whip around and punch him in the arm.

“NO.”

“OW—WHAT?!” Usopp yelps, clutching his arm “What’d I do?!”

Sabo blinks, genuinely confused “Wait… you’re not…?”

You sigh, rubbing your temples “I’m not their sister. I was never part of their little brotherhood pact.”

Luffy’s mouth is too full to answer, so he just grins guiltily.

Zoro raises an eyebrow “But Luffy keeps calling you his sister, you even introduced yourself that and told us you were in the pact.”

“Yeah,” you mutter, “Actually those three idiots didn’t want me in the original pact. I wasn’t ‘boyish enough’... I sulked for weeks.”

Sabo pauses, eyes widening a little “Wait… I was the only idiot. I asked them not to invite you.”

The room goes silent.

Your heart skips a beat “You what?”

“You… hated me that much?” you say, voice suddenly quieter, tinged with something raw “You didn’t want me to be part of your family?”

Sabo’s eyes go wide “What? No! I didn’t hate you. I… I told them not to invite you because…”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking incredibly awkward now, flustered, even.

“…because I had a crush on you. And I didn’t want my crush doing a brotherhood pact with me. That’s weird.”

You blink. Hard.

Flashback You’re all sitting around a fire after stealing food from the town again. Luffy’s asleep already, curled up like a cat. Ace is leaning back on his elbows, smirking. You’re messing with a broken dagger you found, cleaning the rust off with a cloth and not really part of the conversation. Sabo is beside you, stealing glances. Too many glances. Ace notices. Of course he does. He nudges Sabo with his elbow and whispers just loud enough, “You’re being obvious, lover boy.” Sabo nearly chokes on his bread “I’m not—shut up!” You look up “What are you two whispering about?” Ace grins “Nothing. Just telling Sabo he’s dreaming too big.” Sabo scowls “I said shut up!” You narrow your eyes “Why? What’d he say?” Ace just shrugs with that smug look “Told him you’re way out of his league.” Sabo turns even redder “AACE—” You freeze. Your hands go still on the dagger. “…You guys are mean,” you mutter, standing up quickly “Don’t joke like that.” Ace blinks, caught off guard “Hey, I was just—” But you’re already walking off into the woods, pretending your face isn’t hot. Pretending it doesn’t sting. You thought they were teasing you. Mocking you for daring to think you could be anything but “one of the boys”. That maybe you weren’t pretty enough. Strong enough. Good enough. You had no idea Sabo was blushing for a different reason entirely.

You realize Ace wasn’t being cruel that day.

Sabo wasn’t embarrassed for you, he was embarrassed because of you.

You didn’t mishear them.

You just didn’t believe it could be true “…Come again?”

He avoids your gaze “To make them go along with it, I promised Ace and Luffy that… uh… I’d make you their sister-in-law instead.”

The entire room freezes.

Sanji drops his cigarette. Nami almost chokes on her tea. Even Zoro raises both eyebrows.

Flashback You're running toward the clearing where Ace, Luffy, and Sabo are whispering, clearly plotting something. You’re grinning, excited to finally be part of one of their “important meetings”. “What’s going on? Did you find treasure? Are we stealing meat again? Count me in!” They go quiet. Ace gives Sabo a long look, and then sighs “It’s not about meat.” Luffy squints at you “It’s not for you.” Your smile falters “What?” Sabo hesitates “We’re… making a brotherhood pact.” You blink “So? I’m here too.” Ace rubs the back of his neck “It’s a brotherhood. You’re not a brother.” Luffy crosses his arms “Yeah. You’re not even tough enough.” That one stings. You ball your fists “I’m tougher than all of you!” They don’t answer. The silence says enough. You storm off, cheeks burning, not from rage, but from humiliation. After that you avoid them for days. Then weeks. You sleep in different spots. Train alone. Refuse to talk to them even when they try. They’re clearly lost. Ace tries bribing you with dumplings. Luffy leaves a weird drawing of the four of you fighting a sea king (you’re drawn tiny). None of it works. Sabo watches you with guilt in his eyes but never approaches. Until on morning, when you're sitting alone by the river, skimming stones and still furious. Sabo shows up, hands in his pockets. Doesn’t speak for a long time. He sits beside you, quiet again. He doesn’t bring up the brotherhood. Or the fight. Or the fact that you cried when no one was looking. Instead, he hands you something small. A rusty key on a string. “What’s this?” “It’s the key to my secret treasure chest.” You squint “What treasure?” “Can’t tell you. It’s a secret.” You narrow your eyes “How do I know there’s anything in it?” He shrugs “Guess you’ll have to find it someday.” You roll your eyes “Is this supposed to make me feel better?” Sabo smiles, just a little “It’s our promise. If you ever find it, you can keep everything inside.” “Even if it’s full of bugs?” “Then I’ll owe you a treasure better than anyone else’s.” You look at the key again, trying not to smile. You tie it around your neck without saying a word.

Sabo rubs his neck, looking like it physically hurts to admit “I didn’t want you calling me your brother. I had a crush on you. I couldn’t do that promise with you there. I panicked. I was a kid, okay?”

Silence again.

You stare at him, face slowly turning red “You WHAT?!”

Sabo’s ears are red now “It made sense at the time! I was nine!”

“WAIT A SECOND,” you shout, whirling around to Luffy “YOU KNEW?!”

Luffy keeps chewing “Mmhmm.”

“AND YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING?!”

“I forgot!” he grins, crumbs flying “But yeah, Sabo said he’d marry you or something, so we didn’t let you be our brother.”

You bury your face in your hands.

Usopp whispers, stunned, “So… wait… you were engaged and didn’t know it?”

Franky slams the table “THAT’S SUPER!”

“Luffy,” you growl, still covering your face “We are having words later.”

Sabo scratches the back of his neck and finally, softly says, “So… does that mean I don’t need to avoid the conversation anymore?”

You peek through your fingers at him, expression unreadable.

“…Later.”

And Sabo smiles because this time, he knows you mean it.

The safehouse is still too quiet after Sabo’s confession. The crew is frozen in various degrees of “What did we just witness?”

You’re still trying to process the idea that Sabo, your childhood thorn in the side, your years-long ache, the boy you grieved, apparently planned on marrying you before he even learned how to write cursive properly.

Your face is burning.

He looks just as flustered, sitting stiffly like he doesn’t know if he should run or hide.

Then, of course, Luffy happens.

“Well then,” Luffy says through another mouthful of food “Why don’t you tell him you had a crush on him too? That way you’re even!”

Dead silence.

Your entire body freezes.

Sabo chokes on his tea.

You snap your head toward Luffy, eyes wide with sheer disbelief.

You walk over and punch him in the shoulder hard “Luffy, shut up!”

“Ow! What?! I’m just helping!” he whines.

“I don’t need help!”

Zoro smirks from the corner “You kinda do.”

You ignore him.

Your heart’s pounding in your ears, hands twitching with nervous energy, and you can feel Sabo’s eyes on you, uncertain, hopeful, soft.

So before anyone else can speak, you walk straight over to him, grab his wrist, and say, “Outside. Now.”

Sabo blinks, startled, but lets you pull him to the door.

Sanji whistles under his breath “Someone’s about to get a love confession or a fist in the face.”

“Or both” Nami mutters.

The door slams behind you.

The air outside is quieter. Cooler. Still buzzing with post-battle energy, but calm enough that your thoughts start to catch up with you.

You let go of his wrist.

He doesn’t speak yet.

Neither do you.

Until you finally turn around, arms crossed tight.

“You’re seriously telling me… all those years ago, you didn’t let me be your sworn sibling because you liked me?”

He runs a hand through his hair, chuckling nervously “It sounds dumb when you say it like that.”

“It is dumb.”

“…Yeah.”

Pause.

You stare at him “You meant it?”

He looks at you now.

Clear-eyed, warm, and with the kind of steady patience that says "I’ve waited years already... I can wait another minute".

“I did.”

Your voice is smaller now “So what now?”

Sabo steps closer, hands in his pockets, smile soft “Now… you can either say Luffy was right—”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“—or you can tell me to forget it all and we go back to awkward eye contact and pretending to fight about things that don’t matter.”

You hesitate.

Then you exhale “...I did have a crush on you. Back then.”

His expression shifts, something like awe and relief.

“And now?” he asks quietly.

You roll your eyes and glance away “...Still kinda mad at you.”

Sabo grins.

“So… I’ve got a chance?”

You finally smile, barely “Ask me again when Luffy isn’t listening.”

The sun has dipped low behind the hills, casting the small safehouse in a warm gold glow. Most of the crew has drifted into sleep or taken watch. The quiet hum of insects and the distant crash of waves fill the night.

You’re sitting on the back porch steps, watching the sky turn from orange to violet, your arms loosely wrapped around your knees. You know he's behind you before he speaks.

Sabo doesn’t ask if he can join you.

He just does.

You don’t look at him right away, but you don’t move away, either.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” you ask softly, “or were you just trying to be poetic in front of an audience?”

He chuckles lightly “I meant it. All of it.”

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

He’s looking up at the sky now, the firelight from inside catching his features, older, worn, but still him. There’s a calm to him now, but it feels earned, not effortless.

“I wanted to tell you… what happened to me” he says.

You nod, settling in without interrupting.

“I don’t remember the shipwreck. Not really. Just flashes. Pain, water, fire. Then… nothing. I was with the Revolutionaries. Dragon found me. Saved me. They told me who I was, gave me a name, a life. But not my memories. Not really.”

His voice is low, steady.

“I kept having these dreams, though. Faces I didn’t recognize. A little boy with freckles. A loud kid with a hat. A girl with bright eyes who threw a sandal at my head once.”

You smile faintly.

“I didn’t know what they meant. Just that I woke up missing something. Missing someone.”

He finally turns to look at you.

“And then, when I saw that article about Ace… it all came back. Like someone cracked my chest open. Every memory. Every promise. Every dumb plan we made.”

You swallow hard.

“And I realized,” he continues, voice softer now, “that I missed you three all this time. But not in the same way.”

You glance over at him, and this time, your gaze lingers.

“I missed Ace like a brother. I missed Luffy like the idiot best friend he always was. But you…”

He breathes in, slow and steady.

“You were different. There was always something in my heart that felt too heavy, something that wouldn’t let me move on. And now I know why.”

Your pulse skips.

Sabo leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped.

“I’m glad I listened to that weight every time it slowed me down. Because now… I got a chance. With you. After all these years.”

Silence stretches between you, warm and electric.

You don’t speak right away. You just lean your shoulder into his, lightly, gently. No dramatics. No tears.

Just quiet understanding.

“…Good,” you murmur “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

He smiles, slow and sure, and for the first time in years, that heavy part of his heart finally feels light.

Now Sabo preparing to leave. The chaos of Dressrosa is winding down, but the ache in your chest is ramping up.

Sabo is leaving...

Again...

You knew it would happen. You told yourself it wouldn’t hurt. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry.

But here you are, standing with the crew near the docks, arms stiff by your sides, lips pressed tight together, and that familiar burn rising in your throat.

Sabo is saying his goodbyes, quick, easy, all smiles and handshakes.

Then he turns to you and your eyes meet.

And something in you breaks.

Your breath hitches. Your eyes sting. And before you can stop it, before you can hide behind sarcasm or anger like usual, your face crumples.

The first tear falls before you even realize it.

Then another.

And another.

Until you're full-on crying in front of everyone.

You gasp softly and try to turn away, embarrassed, but it's too late. The damage is done.

Everyone freezes.

Even Luffy looks stunned, eyes wide with surprise “Y/N…?”

Sabo’s entire expression shifts, from shock, to concern, to something impossibly soft.

He steps forward and cups your face gently in both hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks, wiping the tears you can’t stop.

“Don’t cry,” he says quietly “I promise we’ll meet again soon.”

You sniff, voice catching “You said that last time…”

“I mean it this time,” he whispers “And I won’t let anyone, or anything, stop me from coming back to you.”

You lunge forward before you can think.

Your arms wrap around him tightly, fiercely, your first real hug since he came back, and it shakes with everything you couldn’t say until now. Your fingers clutch the back of his coat, and you don’t let go.

He hugs you back instantly, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.

He leans down, lips near your ear.

“When I come back,” he murmurs, “we’ll go on our first date.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, arms tightening around him. You nod but you don’t look up.

You can’t. Not yet. Not when your chest still feels like it’s breaking.

But his heartbeat is solid against yours. His warmth is real.

And this time, his promise feels real too.

The crew is quiet after Sabo’s departure. Too quiet.

You’re sitting on the deck, knees pulled up to your chest, staring out at the waves. The salty wind brushes your face, cooling the sting left by tears you didn’t plan to shed.

You’re still hugging your arms around yourself, trying to feel normal again.

The crew watches you from a respectful distance.

Then they start moving in.

First is Sanji, with a tray.

“I brought snacks,” he says gently “And tea. It’s sweet.”

You take a sip. It is sweet... too sweet. You gag.

He immediately fumbles “Wait—okay—too much honey—I can make another—”

Then Chopper waddles up with a blanket.

“I brought something soft! It’s warm and smells like medicine!”

You blink “…Why does it smell like medicine?”

“Because it’s mine...” he says proudly.

You pat his head anyway.

Then Usopp sits beside you and, very seriously, says, “If it makes you feel better, I cried for two hours when my goldfish died.”

“…You had a goldfish?”

“…No.”

You blink.

And you burst out laughing.

It slips out of you like a hiccup, and suddenly your shoulders shake, not from sadness, but from the absurdity of your friends trying so hard to comfort you in the worst ways imaginable.

You’re still wiping your eyes when your gaze locks onto Luffy across the deck.

He’s crouched on a barrel, chewing meat, acting like nothing ever happened, and suddenly your laugh dies.

Your expression flattens into cold fury.

You stand slowly. The crew senses the change and clears a path as you stalk over.

“Luffy,” you say sweetly “You wanna explain to me why, for years, you insisted I was your sister but never once told me Sabo had a giant crush on me?”

Luffy blinks up at you, meat hanging from his mouth.

“…I forgot?”

“YOU FORGOT?!” you roar, grabbing him by the collar.

“I THOUGHT YOU LIKED ACE!” he shouts, flailing “I DIDN’T THINK YOU NEEDED TO KNOW YOU WERE BREAKING SABO'S HEART!”

Zoro, from the side “He kinda has a point.”

“STAY OUT OF THIS, MOSSHEAD!”

Usopp whistles low “There she goes. She’s back.”

You let Luffy go with a growl and storm off, cheeks burning, but this time, it’s not from tears.

It’s from the tiniest bit of hope starting to grow in your chest.

Because now… Sabo has a promise to keep.

[landososcar]

lover ; LN4

pairing(s) ; lando norris x swiftie!reader

summary ; in which y/n just wants to post pictures of her boyfriend, not expecting people to get the wrong idea

warnings ; smau, lots of fluff

note ; its 3am and i didn’t want to sleep til i finished this so idk what mistakes there probably is lmao😭 also just pretend the twitter stuff says 2024 i cba changing it all

instagram ; yourusername

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yourusername i saw the dimples first and then i heard the accent 💓☺️

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user1 who are you

carlossainz55 you tagged the wrong account silly

yourusername you replied with the wrong account moron

nando4lorris you two aren’t slick

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nando4lorris you’re supposed to be on my side wtf

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user5 wait so is this carlos’ gf or not

user6 idk who you are but you’re hot as fuck

user7 ok i swear i’ve seen carlos wear that top in the 4th pic before

user8 yeah i think i’ve seen lando wearing it too tho

user9 but lando isn’t in this girls likes and comments

nando4lorris yeah guys you’re right she’s gotta be carlos’ girlfriend

yourusername nando4lorris fuck off i hate you so much 😭😭😭😭😭

user10 ????????

instagram ; yourusername

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yourusername i’d like to hang out with you for my whole life 🤗🧡

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user1 crying because lando liked on his main AND his burner (confirmed)

yourusername p.s. the tag in these pics is for PHOTO CREDS 😁

user2 LMFAOOO HER COMMENT

user3 girl said my mans is NOT carlos sainz jr🙅‍♀️

user4 i have so much to say

user5 the taylor love lyrics, the orange heart emoji, the flowers, the ladybugs, THE CAT CARDIGAN

user6 i think i would die for her

nando4lorris 🧡🧡

yourusername 🥰

carlossainz55 i thought you guys were still trying to be sneaky

yourusername carlos you’re the one making it hard to be sneaky

user7 oh it’s so lando

carlossainz55 oh well it’s been 4 years everyone already knew

user8 ITS BEEN WHAT JEHFKSKKS ????????

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landonorris i’ve loved you (five) summers now honey but i want them all 😁😁

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user1 oh my god

user2 FIVEEEEE SUMMERS????? EVEN MORE THAN CARLOS SAID !/?;&2!@:9(

carlossainz55 i’m sorry i just guessed how many years because i didn’t know exactly just that its been a long long time

yourusername it’s ok carlos you were close

user3 SHES BEEN TO RACES AND NO ONES EVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT HER OH MY GOD

maxverstappen1 finally mate

oscarpiastri wooo secrets out 🥳

user4 he used a taylor lyric for the caption im gonna be sick

user5 if you zoom in on the second pic you can actually see me drowning myself in the background

ciscanorris1 💓💓

yourusername love you🥰

user6 wait i don’t have twitter can someone explain

user7 oh BABE you’ve got some catching up to do

yourusername my fav boy love you to saturn ☺️🧡

landonorris i love you more than you love taylor swift🥰

yourusername ok settle down babe don’t go too far

landonorris no sorry you’re right

user8 when he understands that ones love for taylor is never beaten >>>>>

user9 i need them biblically

user10 i still don’t understand how they hid her for 5 years lmfaoooo

user11 yourusername ok y/n but did he take you to the eras tour

yourusername he got us tickets for a uk show later this year 🥰🥰

user12 now, how’d that curly haired vroom vroom bitch pull HER

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 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎🌸🌟🍀 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐒 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓  ‎ ‎ ‎ a @tzulipss 1.5k special

first off, thank you all so so much for 1.5k!! it means so much to me that you all continue to support me, my mbs, and blog in general and i cherish each and every one of ya’ll. i never thought i’d get far on tumblr and the fact that i reached my first “k” (1k) on here and i’m only 500 away from my second (2k) is such a big deal for me. in celebration of this huge milestone, i’ll be holding an event!! and this time i promise to actually finish the event and not leave for 7 months :P (only the ogs know what i’m talking about lmao)

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[frillydolle]

saw that reqs for will and hannibal were open and i RAN here!!

(idk if u meant hannigram or x reader so lmk if u want other ideas)

can u write a Will x reader where they’re partners at work but he’s hard crushing on reader so one day he finally asks her to have dinner with him at his house, but reader is oblivious to his feelings and thinks he’s just trying to be nice to her since they’re working partners and idk make it fluffy or smutty whatever u want. also love to see reader interact with all his dogs lmao

I love the way u write!! i’d read anything from u ♡

tags ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟　 not proofread　 season one based will　 typical fbi gossip　 ooc?　 fluff　 femreader

you and will have been partners in work for a long while now. the two of you were sort of an... intriguing couple. his empathy used in a way to convey the point of view of individuals who didn't follow social laws and norms, just so he could mentally construct the view and their motives for what they did. you, on the other hand, you worked along side with special agent beverly katz. for him, it was refreshing to that you didn't seem him as some bloodhound to the fbi. you understood him and his track of thought.

what he definitely knew is that he had feelings for you. the type of feeling that'd he look at you witch such awe and devotion that everyone noticed except you, being the oblivious girl that you are. you always thought that he was being nice. how he'd check up on you, walk you home (since you didn't live far), he even brought you coffee a few times.

“ask her on a date. you never know, she might say yes.” beverly says, as she's waits patiently for the machine to show her where the shots landed on the paper-like mannequin. she soons takes the noise cancelling headphones off.

“yeah, well, i have other things to focus on.” he replies, coming off a little standoffish as he's positioning himself to start shooting. that's just him. he was always like that, honesty and cold. he wasn't much of a people person. he got the job done, and that's what mattered even if he was different.

in his own way, it was obvious that he was crushing on you, everyone within the unit saw it. you were completely oblivious, he was just being nice to you, wasn't he? and so you never thought much of it. he'd walk you to your car and he'd let you ramble on about whatever came to your pretty brain of yours. hell, he even named a fish bait after you, a superstition.

“[name].. do you.. want to come over? for dinner? i just caught a largemouth bass and─”

“id love to, will! ive never really tried bass before...”

that caught him slightly off guard. he didn't think you'd say yes. now he wasn't sure what to say, he did but he didn't? he assumed you'd be busy, is all. you were a busy person, a pretty girl, too─ why are you thinking like that, will? you on the other hand, you were very excited! you were finally considered to be his friend. he's never invited someone over to his house amd you were the first person.

with slight help from hannibal and a cookbook, will make a fabulous but simple dish of grilled bass. it tasted so good as you felt the seasonings and the flavours burst into your mouth. it really filled that craving inside you. you didn't think imagine that he was a good cook but then again he did live again, maybe he was bored often? then again, he has dogs. many of them. not that you'd complain.

“winston is just a big sweetheart, isn't he?” you say softly before taking a small bite of the bass. winston was sitting by your feet while will's other dogs were sitting by his feet or asleep by now. winston always adored you, it was like he preferred you over will sometimes, it was funny. “mhm. i think he sometimes like you more than me.” he replied with a small smile, like his words were a small tease. and that's what is refreshing about you, taking his words as a joke.

“are you still upset that your dogs preferred the treats i gave them?” you replied with a small smile, gently nudging him in a banter manner. of course, he wasn't really upset. that's how the two of you spoke to each other, something both of you were comfortable with. “they always adored those biscuits before you walked in.” he says as a small giggle leaves your lips. oh, you were even more pretty when you laughed, not that he'd tell you that. although, actions speak louder than words, right?

dinner was very nice. it was enjoyable and the food was amazing! now, will wasn't bold with anything. we all know it, but he kept his feelings towards subtle in his own ways. when you gave him your plate to put through the kitchen, his fingers brushed yours and hid touch lingered for a a few moments. his gaze didn't leave your faces, he'd often stare at you when you weren't looking.

[pepstarvanmoon]

Someone please get El out of there

Is it not obvious what this is? Do you really not know what you should be doing? SAY THE DAMN WORDS.

Why do you think she’s doubting you? Can you really not tell?

Mike, sweetheart, your relationship balancing skills are a terror to your friends, family, and romantic partners.

This is why people found Midleven cuter in S1/2, because the day you made it official marked the beginning of El’s doubts in your feelings for her.

You cannot seem to grasp that El is your friend AND your girlfriend, and somehow treating El like a girlfriend equates to treating her like shit.

You cannot make this up. El needs WORDS because Mike’s ACTIONS actively make her feel unloved. She does not feel it, so she wants some kind of verbal/written affirmation because of how emotionally distant Mike feels.

(someone talented please edit Elmike to Hamilton’s Burn or send an existing edit my way, thank you ♡)

His actions do not align to her expectations of love, not that it’s a good idea to let TV define romance for you, but you’re allowed to want/expect certain things in a relationship, and El isn’t getting that.

And let’s not act like Mike isn’t good at making people feel loved/cared for. Will is in love with him for a reason. El loves him for a reason.

(It was difficult to pick scenes for this because I’ve read arguments for how these aren’t really romantic at all, but from 12/13-year old, “fresh out the lab” Eleven, it’s as romantic as romance gets imo)

El has been trying to convince herself that their relationship is better than it is, because once she admits to herself that it’s not working, what does she do?

Her day-to-day life isn’t that great. Sure, she has her new family in the Byers, but her dad recently passed away and she’s being bullied at school. She has no friends outside of Will, and while I’m sure their relationship is great (wasn’t explored that much tbh), he can’t keep her from feeling isolated, and his own trauma with bullying keeps him from standing up for her.

One good, unchanging thing she has is her relationship with Mike. He’s the one who took her in and housed her, he taught her what it meant to be a friend, and… I’m having a bit of trouble here lol. I was going to say:

Never used her for her powers (not true lol)

When she was burnt out, he never expected more from her (not true LOL)

Never treated her differently for her powers (for this one, he found her awesome in an awestruck way rather than a Brenner “I’m gonna exploit this” way, but when he thought she lied about Will/hurt Lucas he was on her ass lmao)

My girl has those ‘first love’ blinders on. I keep having to ask myself what she sees in him besides ‘first person to accept me + we kissed’ like besides the latter, Dustin was right there. A lot of the parts of Mike I enjoy don’t reveal themselves around El outside S1 (barely S2). He’s shown as caring and protective, but he’s like that for all of his friends?? Especially when they’re in danger so idk what’s different. I’d have to peruse the milkvan tag to get a hint, but I’ll probably get a better idea watching Sleeping Beauty.

I’m a firm believer that Mike kept it ambiguous because he didn’t want to admit what the real problem was to Will.

“I couldn’t tell El that I love her.” - simple as that. Must be something about Will that has him holding his tongue because after S3 I doubt he’d have that much trouble telling Lucas.

Are you embarrassed? If you thought it wasn’t that serious you wouldn’t have told Will that it was something you “can’t come back from”. Is love serious to you, Mike? Because you can’t love El in the way she wants, do you think you’re incapable of it? Do you feel wrong? Do you not want Will to know?

Hit a little too close to home, huh.

(and let’s not get into the "team, friends, best friends" scene they had together like what was the point in having them make contact a SECOND time.

They already established a connection between them. Mike could’ve asked to be a team after the "guess it's gonna be up to us again," and Will could’ve taken the painting offscreen (the focus shot of Will grabbing the painting gets me so bad like WHY), but instead they wanted them to blush and giggle over each other AGAIN before they got to the van.

Make it make non-Byler sense I'm begging.)

You’d think that’d be good enough, but Mike still feels conflicted and has to make it Will’s problem (actually, Will kinda made it his problem. The way they shot the triple take makes it seem like Will dragged Mike away for another talk because of how spacey he was being. Who knows.)

Tf do you mean you didn’t know what to say? “Maybe if I said that thing” so you DO know? It’s painfully cut and dry if you take emotions out of it. El wants Mike to say that he loves her, so to fix this, to come back from that fight, Mike has to say he loves her.

Why is it such an internal battle for him? If I were to take it at face value, I’d chalk it up to what he said in the van scene.

So your solution is to push your relationship to a point that has El crying and throwing all the loveless letters you sent to the floor? To tell her that she’s incredible and a superhero and that she should know how you feel about her because, despite the tears streaming down her face and her DIRECTLY asking you if you still love her, she must know how amazing she is too?

NEWSFLASH, Queerler! She’s learning just how much she doesn’t need you right now, so I guess it’s time to face your fears!

This isn’t what I meant, but go off ig (don’t, actually, this is awful for everyone involved).

No way you expect El to buy this. You’ve expressed this fear of "losing El" to Will, I’ll give you that, but nothing you’ve done IN FRONT OF EL has conveyed this. Your letters weren’t helping, and you being there in person only made it worse.

Eagerly awaiting the day Michael Wheeler stops lying.

Well, I guess he doesn’t lie ALL the time.

[4vanaa]

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING, rafe cameron, 19

summary: y/n left the outer banks years ago, determined to build a life far from the memories of her childhood love, rafe cameron. now a botanist, she's moved on-though a quiet part of her still clings to the past. when an event brings her back to OBX, she's forced to confront the one person she never truly forgot.

cw: none | masterlist | 18 | 20 |

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rafeupdates Rafe Cameron spotted out with friends tonight in the Outer Banks before his sister’s wedding! He was seen laughing and talking with the group, but fans couldn’t help but notice one mystery girl who had his attention all night. 👀 Who is she??

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carter_bby WHO is the girl in the black dress bc Rafe was looking at her like she hung the moon

rafeszn nahhh this gotta be the girl he’s always singing about… he’s back home, the lyrics always mention ‘small town’ and ‘should’ve never left’ 👀

rafecameronwifey y’all I’m sick. physically unwell.

user not me abt to deep dive through his following. we will FIND HER.

brooklyn24 lmao let me know what you find bc I need answers.

kildarefan someone in the group tagged a girl on their story but her acc is PRIVATE. this might be her 😭

obsessedoverrafe he better not be soft-launching someone right now bc I’ll actually cry.

carolinagirlxo I’m gonna hold off my jealousy until we have real proof but it’s NOT looking good for us 😭

rafeswife the way he’s staring at her in EVERY clip… like sir blink twice if ur okay

user24 um. y’all. the girl literally has a boyfriend 😭 there’s a pic in someone’s story where a guy has his arm around her.

camrafe WAIT and in another one they’re literally kissing wtf. Rafe why u staring like that 😭

basketballbaby NOOOO NOT UNREQUITED FEELINGS I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY

allthingsrafe no bc imagine being her bf and seeing rafe cameron looking at ur girl like that… I’d simply walk into the ocean.

xorafe wait. didn’t he say in that interview last year that he was in love with a girl who had a boyfriend??? and we all thought he was joking??

xoangelkiss LMFAO NOT RAFE LIVING HIS OWN LYRICS. THIS IS A FANFIC.

abelfan the way we should’ve KNOWN bc he makes music w the weeknd… of COURSE he’s gonna be messy 😭

rafeupdates2.0 hold on bc people are saying her bf isn’t even all that… let’s be so serious.

camwife imagine having rafe cameron writing songs abt u and u still picking some random dude. could never be me

user idk y’all I saw the bf and he’s actually kinda fine, like I lowkey get it 😭

user yeah he’s cuteee I’d be loyal too tbh

angelrafe her man is cute but rafe being obsessed with her is kinda eating… like the plot is juicing rn.

rafesgf watch her be an old family friend or something and we’re all losing our minds for nothing 💀

a/n: ngl i think it’s safer for this story, that i don’t write/update bc the only thing in my head is angst angst. i’m sorry it’s taken almost a month for this chapter but i’m like basically finished drafting the rest of the story so.. i originally wanted to end the story on valentine’s day but yk ill say it’ll be done by the end of the month!!

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[tune-on-in-folks]

This is a rewrite of an earlier draft, just in time before midnight lmao. Enjoy day 5, where Vox hypnotizes you.

Tags/Warnings: Hypnosis, questionable consent, dub-con sorta, fem!reader, p in v, masturbation, multiple orgasms for both parties, photo taking Word Count: 2,095

Vox had discovered early into knowing you that he couldn't hypnotize you. At first it had frustrated him to no end. How was it that there was someone else who could resist his hypnosis? You weren't even an Overlord! He could at least hypnotize Valentino... So what made you different?

It was a question that faded away as he got to know you. You were intelligent, not as weak-willed as most of the Sinners in Pentagram City. It was only natural that you could resist his hypnosis. Still, a deep part of him was completely miffed at it. He prided himself in his powers, after all.

He was watching some mindless show with you beside him on the couch when you spoke up.

“How would you feel about hypnotizing me?” Your voice was soft, curiosity clear in your voice.

Vox paused his show, turning to look at you, his eyes searching your face. “My hypnosis doesn't work on you.”

He didn't know why you were asking him how he felt about it when you both knew you weren’t susceptible.

You roll your eyes, “Just answer the question.”

He raised an eyebrow but thought about it. “I don’t really have a need to hypnotize you, babydoll. So I don’t know how I’d feel about it. Why?”

You shift onto your knees, shuffling over to settle onto his lap. “You could hypnotize me. It hasn’t worked before because I’ve never given you my consent to do so before.”

You press a soft kiss against his lips, “There’s always a level of consent to it, you can’t make me do something I don’t want to do.”

He returns your kiss, his hands moving to your waist, holding you against him. “What I’m hearing is that I can actually hypnotize you?”

You nod, kissing down his neck. “Correcto! I give you my consent and you can hypnotize me. So…what do you think about hypnotizing me?”

He thinks for a second, his fingers idly playing with the hem of your shirt. You press kisses against his neck, nibbling here and there.

Vox groans, “In what context are you asking me, doll?”

You pull back, meeting his gaze. “Well you see…I kind of have a hypnosis kink. So in the context of us… having sex.”

He blinks in surprise, a shocked chuckle escaping him. “You have a hypnosis kink and you’re only telling me this now?”

You nod, “I am. I trust you, Vox. Enough to surrender my mind to you and let you do whatever the fuck you want…well to an extent. You can’t do anything to me that I don’t want on some subconscious level.”

A soft blush covers his screen and you can feel his cock twitching to life beneath you at the thought. “Shit, baby. I wasn’t expecting this from you.”

You giggle, pressing another soft kiss against his lips. “Well? Do you want to?”

“Uh, fuck yes?” He responds, his smile widening. “Come on babydoll, surrender your mind to me.”

You roll your eyes at his words but meet his gaze. His left eye starts to swirl with his hypnotic powers. You take a deep breath, relaxing in his arms. You trusted Vox not to abuse what you were offering and with that, you gave your consent. His powers seeped into your mind, blanketing it with a hazy fog. Your body relaxed against him, slumping slightly. Vox watched you carefully, taking note of how your eyes were taken over with the red and black spirals of his powers. How your body relaxed against him. The sight was alluring. He could almost get drunk on the sight of you, knowing you were compliant to him.

“What to do, what to do…” he muses, rubbing at the bottom of his screen, as though rubbing his chin.

Deciding to test the waters he suggests, “Stand up.”

You do so immediately, climbing off his lap to stand before him. Vox looked up at you, letting his hands fall from your hips. He could make you do a lot. Not everything, and certainly nothing against your subconscious boundaries. But a lot.

Still he asks, “You said there's a level of consent…that means I can't make you do anything you're uncomfortable with, correct?”

You nod, your voice low, “correct.”

“And if I suggest something that you don’t like?”

“I’ll wake up.” Came your reply.

He nods, “Okay.. then how about you strip for me, doll?”

Vox watches, entranced, as you began to strip. Your shirt dropped to the floor, your pants following. He bit his bottom lip, watching you shimmy out your panties and pull off your bra. His eyes raked down your body slowly, taking in your curves. The way your chest rose and fell with each breath. He reached for his belt, freeing himself from the confines of his pants. He was hard to an almost painful extent, precum leaking down his cock.

“How long have you wanted me to hypnotize you and fuck you?” He asked, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

“Months.” You murmur, your eyes locking in on his cock.

He smirks, “Did you touch yourself thinking about me using you?”

You nod, your legs pressing together as your arousal builds. “Yes.”

“Shit.” He says, beginning to pump his cock slowly. “Show me how you touched yourself.”

You moved immediately, your hand sliding down in between your legs. You gathered up the slick from your cunt, dragging it up to swirl around your clit. Your other hand circled your nipples, pinching the hardening buds. You slipped your fingers lower, slipping them inside you.

Vox felt himself getting harder, his hand moving a little faster on his cock.

“Bring yourself to orgasm, babydoll.”

He watched as your efforts doubled, loud moans spilling from your lips. You stood in the middle of the living room, pleasuring yourself for him. It was almost too much. You cried out, your body jerking as you came around your own fingers.

“Stop.” He requested, watching you pull your fingers from your dripping hole.

He sat back, his hand stalling around his cock. “Come here and staddle me.”

You followed his command, climbing back onto his lap, his cock brushing against your entrance. Vox grasped your hips again, lining you up before pulling you down onto his cock. He groaned, clenching his teeth as your tight pussy enveloped him.

He was ready to up the ante, “You want me to keep fucking you, no matter how sensitive you are. You feel empty without my cock inside you. You will do anything to get me to keep fucking you. Understand?”

You bite back a whimper, nodding desperately. “Yes.”

He pulled you down into a kiss, rolling his hips into you slowly, “fuck, doll, you’re so wet for me.”

He moved you up and down his cock, slowly fucking into you. His pace picked up, his thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit. Your head fell back, your body taking over his movements to bounce on his cock.

“That’s it.” He mutters, kissing down your neck.

He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking softly. Vox moves from nipple to nipple, relishing in your moans. The sound of him fucking into you filled the air obscenely. He pulled back, watching as you fucked yourself on his cock.

“You look so beautiful. So dumb and compliant on my cock. Not a thought in that smart head of yours right now, is there?”

You shake your head no, your body tensing as you grow closer to another release.

Vox stopped his thrusts, his hands tightening around you, stopping you from moving. You cried out, confusion and frustration filling you.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“No!” You respond quickly, your mind wanting him to continue fucking you. “Please!”

He chuckled, realizing his suggestion was working. Vox resumed his thrusts, rolling up against you.

“Go on, doll. You can fuck yourself on my cock.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, your hands tightening against his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. Your movements begin again, your pace in time with his. It wasn’t long before your orgasm was rising up again. Your walls fluttered around him, drawing a guttural groan from Vox.

“Cum for me.” He mutters, his hips snapping up into you sharply, his thumb pressing a little harder against your clit.

Your body quakes as your release hits you hard. Your head falls forward against his chest, your body still moving automatically.

“Vox!” You whine, your walls squeezing his cock tightly.

“Fucccck.” He groans, his breathing ragged as his own release hits him unexpectedly.

He drags you down onto him, thrusting up into you as deep as he can go as he cums. He stills after a moment, catching his breath. It takes him a moment to calm down when he sees you wiggling desperately.

He chuckles, “You want me to keep fucking you, babydoll?”

You nod, “Yes, please. Please keep fucking me, Vox.”

He rolls his hips against you once more, his cock hardening again. He lifts you off his lap, a whine escaping your lips at the loss of his cock.

“Lay down on the couch and hold your knees to your chest.” He demands.

He watches as you move. You lay down, bringing your knees to your chest and holding them there. Vox settles in between your legs, sliding back inside you. The position let him slide deeper inside you, his cock-head kissing against your cervix.

“You look so beautiful like this…Can I take a photo?”

You bite your lip but nod. Vox’s eyes widened, not having expected you to say yes. He pulls his phone from his pants, still hanging loosely around his waist. He snaps a picture of you. He was cock balls deep inside you, pressing you down in a mating press.

He fumbles slightly, sending you the photo. Your phone dings on the coffee table as he tosses his aside. Vox rolls his hips down against you, slowly picking up speed with every pass.

His voice glitches, “Fuccck.”

Vox leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his body pressing even deeper inside of you. A mewl tears from your lips at the sensation, your walls fluttering around his cock once again. Another orgasm was building in your gut, swirling tighter and tighter.

“Going to cum inside you, doll.” Vox gasps, his pace bruising. “Can you give me one more release?”

You nod, “y-yes.”

He chuckles, seeing that, despite your hypnosis, you had learned your lesson in not responding to his questions. His hips slapped into you harshly with every rough thrust of his, sending you closer and closer to your inevitable release. Your arms reached around his back, pulling him tighter against you.

“Please.” You whimper, “Please.”

“Please, what?” He prompts.

“Cum inside me.” You whine, “I need to feel you, Vox. Please, please, please.”

He smiles, his hips stuttering at your begging. “Cum for me one more time, babydoll and then I’ll give you what you want.”

His hand slipped in between your bodies, finding your clit again. Vox had barely touched you when you cried out, your release crashing down over you.

“That’s it.” He praises, “So good, so good for me.”

His pace never slows down despite how tightly your walls clenched around his cock.

“Just like that….oh fuUUCCK!” His voice glitched out, a party noisemaker sound emitting from his speakers as he came.

His hot cum splashed against your cervix, filling you up. Vox slowed down his thrusts, idly fucking his cum deeper into you. You mewled at the sensation, your body overly sensitive. He came to a stop, his eyes meeting yours.

“Wake for me, doll.” He whispers, watching the swirls fade from your eyes.

You blinked up at Vox, the haze falling away from your mind. You both were panting from the exertion. Vox slowly pulled out of you, the sensation causing you to mewl. He helped you sit up.

“You did so good for me, baby. Do you…remember any of that?”

You take a moment to catch your breath before confirming, “I do.”

Vox stands offering you his hand, “Let’s go clean up, hmm?”

You smile, taking his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. “Thank you, for not abusing the trust I gave you.”

Vox’s expression softens, “I’d never. Now let’s get you cleaned up and then maybe I’ll take you out to dinner. Sound good?”

Your smile widens, your eyes shining with adoration for the Overlord. “Yeah, that sounds good, my love.”