Since the new kitty banner is out, I saw a lot of people drawing how the others would react if MC turn into a cat. Everyone’s interaction is cutesy but Raf is so scared and doesn’t know what to do with MC. I get that we keep joking about Raf being scared of cats.
But instead of being scared, I think he just pretend to be. I mean, a sea god who have live for hundreds of year being scared of cats?
It’s more like he saw an opponent. Since he always act cute to get what he wants and now there’s this furry little gremlin stealing MC’s attention ‘how dare you acting cute in front of my bride?!’ And tried to compete by being scared.
So if MC is a kitty. I don’t think he would get confused between feeling scared or not. He would gobble us right up.
I'm still drawing Love and deepspace in the Detective Conan universe
What if MC was poisoned by APTX4869?
I'm 100% sure that Sylus would have dealt with the Black Organization very quickly, gotten the antidote for MS, and they would have been together again.
It's difficult for her to go on dates like this hahaha...
I'll slowly continue drawing on this topic while I can✍️
I can’t help but imagine MC tried to hide it at first and said something like “I’m actually MC’s bla-bla-extremely-far-and-complicated-relative-relationship-bla”
Sylus pissed you off that morning. His constant teasing and rage-baiting got on your nerves again, and like the fussy kitten you were, after snarling and snapping at him, you turned your nose up and started the silent treatment.
Even after he returned to your apartment after his morning workout, you look one frosty look at him, and turned back to your book and your breakfast as if he wasn't there.
But he knew your weakness and the thing that would get you to break.
"Your neighbor Edward got a food delivery this morning."
You didn't show anything on your face, but you were clearly listening. This was the tactic he was going with? Hmph, quite different than his previous plan of attack whenever you were angry with him: buying everything in your cart, getting on his knees in front of you, or letting you physically manhandle him if he really pissed you off.
Also, who cares about your neighbor? Although—a bit early for food delivery, don't you think?
"Your neighbor said he didn't order anything though, and his girlfriend came out to say she didn't order anything either."
He stood above you, enough to eclipse the morning sun that came from your window, but despite the shade over you, you continued on as if you didn't hear nor see him, too busy thinking about what was the most passive-aggressive way to tell him that he would be sleeping on the floor tonight.
"So the delivery guy said the name on the order..." You raised a brow. "And it was Mia—"
Your eyes flew open dramatically, completely dropping your book to look at him. "No—!"
"So Edward's little girlfriend said, 'Your ex?'" His smirk grew as he had you hook, line, and sinker.
Standing up to be nearly chest to chest with Sylus, you gasped.
"No way!" you said dramatically. "He told me that was his cousin!" Red eyes flashed in amusement, and he wrapped an arm around your waist easily as the gossip flowed out of your mouth.
"I knew it! I knew something was strange! Ugh, it has to be like my girl-code senses or something! I knew something was off when I saw them together! His girlfriend goes to work at that time, but I saw him with that other girl, and thought, 'Oh, that's weird—' and so I walked up to them to try and dig more, and introduced myself, he said they're cousins! UGH! All men suck!"
They were your neighbors and Sylus never really bothered to socialize with them, but he knew from the start that the neighbor's devotion was weak, and Sylus viewed him as a pathetic man as a result. Hmph, if your neighbor really loved his girlfriend, he wouldn't walk ahead of her as she carried all of the groceries, or close the door after himself, like what he has seen multiple times.
If he really loved her, he'd let her shoot him or stab him the chest a few times, then take her to an auction to spend all of his money.
"And guess what?" his smooth voice added, the mirth in his tone apparent.
"What?" you whispered, eager for more gossip.
"Mephisto tells me they're on the balcony right now."
Shooting him a side-eye, you wasted no time in grabbing his hand and rushing to your apartment balcony.
True enough, you didn't even have to open the sliding door to hear their loud argument, but because you and Sylus were so nosy, you did so anyway, popping your heads out to watch them for good measure.
"C'mon, babe, I'm sure it's because her name was just in my old account somewhere—Look! You're bothering the neighbors!" Your balcony was tiny, and Sylus took almost two-thirds of the space. It was impossible to miss him, your little head peaking out behind your white curtain, and even the little crow on your railing while you were all snooping. "Let's just take this inside, calm down and we can talk about it."
"What happened?" you gasped innocently, acting as if you and Sylus weren't just gossiping about it mere seconds before. "Are you okay?"
His girlfriend whipped around in a fury and shouted your name. "Tell me! Have you seen him with a girl with red hair—?"
"Babe, you're acting crazy right now! Why would she even see her here—?"
"Girl! He told me she was his damn cousin!" you spilled.
You clapped your hand around Sylus's mouth to hide his chuckle when a loud slap! sound rang across your apartment complex.
truth or dare with ZAYNE & CALEB [gone right] — mdni
you’re not sure how you ended up between your childhood best friend and your childhood crush, but here you were, tears streaming down your flushed face with a hand wrapped around zayne’s leaky cock and caleb pressed deep inside of you.
you never thought you’d be in this position; caleb pounding into you, mean and ruthless while zayne kept your hair out of your face. of course you’d imagined it, but you didn’t think a game of truth or dare would lead to this… to you getting fucked from both ends.
“i dare you to kiss your favorite person in the room.” caleb had said, dark clouds swimming in his usually bright, violet eyes.
how were you ever supposed to choose just one? you couldn’t pick one without leaving the other and the thought of that broke you. it felt impossible—like trying to divide your heart cleanly in two when it had already tangled itself around them both.
zayne, with his quiet gentleness, the way his voice softened when he spoke to you like you were something precious. the way his dark hair fell just right, framing those love struck green eyes that always seemed to linger on you a second too long.
and caleb—your steady, warm, unfaltering caleb. the one who always stood between you and anything that could hurt you, who could pull laughter from your chest even on the days you swore you couldn’t even smile. when you thought of caleb, you thought of his easy, boyish smile, his messy hair—the mere comfort of him.
they were different, but somehow equal in the way they consumed you.
because the truth was—you had thought about them together. more than you should have. in ways that made your cheeks burn and your pulse stutter. you imagined their hands on you, their voices low in your ear, the way they’d take you apart piece by piece until you couldn’t think… until you couldn’t speak. you’d be a big liar if you hadn’t thought about them putting you in compromising positions—fucking you stupid till you were nothing but puddle of mush and cum.
you’d gnawed on your lip before you ultimately made a choice. if you could even call it that.
you kissed zayne first, soft. timid. like you were afraid of what it might mean. and you could tell he was shocked immediately with the way he tensed beneath you, caught completely off guard. but then his hands found your back, hesitant at first, then certain, pulling you closer as he melted into it, savoring your taste and the feeling of your plush lips.
caleb fumed. his face flushed, his brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and anger—but most of all, hurt. except the second you pulled back from zayne, eyes dazed and hazy, you crawled over to caleb and cradled his face in your hands. you read everything in his eyes. the pain, the longing—it all swam in his violet irises. you pressed your lips to his and caleb didn’t tense. no, caleb devoured you. all the patience zayne had, caleb lacked. where zayne had been soft, caleb was all heat and urgency—he didn’t release you till he physically couldn’t breathe.
he left you breathless. and when you opened your eyes, you peered into his lidded ones. gone was the pain, replaced with dark hunger. carnal desire. a look that would’ve scared you had you not known him your whole life.
and then, suddenly, the game was over. and you thought, maybe, your friendships with the men you loved were too.
but when caleb murmured to zayne who sat with his jaw clenched, dark green eyes boring into your back, “since you got to kiss her first, you wouldn’t mind if i fucked her first, would you?”
you went rigid, but you couldn’t deny that your panties were soddened. there was no coming back from this and you knew that.
so maybe that’s how you ended up here. zayne’s hands, soft and cool, the way they’ve always been. caleb’s hands, hot and rough, the way they’ve always been. zayne and caleb ravaging you like it’s something they dreamed of as well.
and just like in your dreams, caleb has a jealous streak. he always has, but he’s always been subtle. he’s never been this obvious before.
“sloppy fuckin’ pussy keeps tightening ‘round me, pips,” he laughs incredulously. “does getting fucked by two guys turn you on this much?”
you gargle around zayne’s cock, spit bubbling at the base. caleb’s words ring in your ears and have your throat constricting around zayne’s fat tip. zayne pulls your head up and off, sweeping the hair out of your face and cooing at your disheveled appearance.
your swollen lips open to respond, but all that comes out is a high pitched moan elicited by caleb’s rougher thrust. almost like he wants to fuck the response out of you.
“y-yes,” you choke out and the sound of your voice makes caleb twitch, a groan rumbling in his chest behind you. “fuck, yes… i l-love it.”
“you’re so gorgeous, darling. you’re doing so well for us,” zayne whispers, cupping your cheeks with his big hands. he leans down pressing his lips to yours again, swallowing every whimper and moan and whine that comes out of you. “mmm, such a good girl, isn’t she, caleb?” the words are murmured against your lips but he hears them loud and clear.
caleb’s grip is near bruising now. when the words come out, they’re clipped and just short of a snarl. “yeah, takin’ me like such a good girl… ‘s like you were made for me ‘n my cock.”
zayne smirks, “just yours?”
his dark violet eyes bore into zayne’s glinting ones and he spits with no hesitation whatsoever, “yes.” his thrusts get rougher—deeper. his balls slap against your sopping pussy and every plunge rattles your body.
“calebbb,” you moan, wrapping your hand around the base of zayne’s cock and pumping him without a sense of rhythm while you cry against his thigh. “mmph, 's t-too deep.”
he hums in satisfaction, smiling and his eyes flit between your cunt that swallows his thick cock whole and zayne who is still grinning back at him. “you hear that, zayne? it sure sounds like she’s made for me.”
zayne hums, tipping your chin up, gently pulling your attention away from caleb just to look at you. his gaze softens at the sight of your teary eyes, the salty trails slipping down your flushed cheeks, but his body reacts with a throb. his cock aches in your hand and he exhales. his voice is soft when he pipes up which is a stark contrast to what you’re experiencing behind you. “sweetheart, would you like for me to leave you and caleb alone?” zayne murmurs.
“n-no! no,” you blurt, much to caleb’s dismay—tightening your grip around his cock and jerking him up and down. your hand is inconsistent, as is the speed, but you continue regardless, in fear he feels neglected. you'd die before making him leave. “please… z-zaynie, don’t go. i-i want you.”
caleb nearly growls before you continue. “i want both of you—please.” your voice is barely above a whisper, cracked and broken. “oh god—fuck, please. please. please.”
zayne’s thumb tugs at your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, a soft, breathy praise leaving him as your brows knit together and your eyes flutter closed, pleasure washing over your expression.
“good girl. so good for us,” zayne says. “we’ll take care of you, my love.” it’s a promise that sounds more like a threat with the way caleb continues to pound into you harder.
you can’t help the way your body reacts. your stomach tightens, your legs shake, your pussy flutters in the most uncontrollable way around your best friends dick. it’s overwhelming—overstimulating. it makes you shake—it reduces you to absolutely nothing.
“c’mon, baby. cum on this dick. make a mess for me—” zayne cuts him off with the clearing of his throat to which caleb rolls his eyes and corrects himself. “for us.” he mutters begrudgingly. "cum for us, pretty girl."
and caleb’s coaxing along with zayne’s gentle praises drive you over the edge. your body pulls taut, your pussy spasms and you gush all over the cock behind you. your mouth is wide open to let out a silent scream while you completely unravel before the two men.
"that's it," zayne coos, sweetly while you slump against his thigh. "atta girl. you take it so well, don't you, sweetheart?"
you respond brokenly against his quad, letting caleb fuck you through your orgasm. the plap, plap, plap sounds echo in the room along with labored breathing and desperate whimpers that slip out of both you and caleb.
neither zayne nor caleb have finished yet, but your body is already giving out. your eyes are fluttering shut, breaths are uneven all the while exhaustion pulls at you like something you can’t quite fight.
you’re right on the edge of slipping away when zayne’s voice cuts through all the haze and brain fog. the way caleb reacts with that low, possessive sound rumbling from his chest, has your already rapid pulse stuttering.
“how would you feel,” zayne murmurs, something teasing laced beneath it, “if me and caleb switched?”
it’s all it takes.
your eyes snap open, a sudden rush of heat and awareness flooding back into your veins, chasing away every trace of fatigue.
caleb wants to protest—he wants to finish inside of you… to mark and claim you first, but he swallows his words when you lift your head and whisper to the raven haired man sitting in front of you, "i wanna feel you, too. please?"
zayne’s lips tug into a slow, knowing smile, his gaze flicking toward caleb—who looks like he’s barely holding himself together. he's seething, but he'd never truly deny you what you want. neither of them would.
"what do you say we give our greedy girl what she wants?"
kit says… ummmmmmmmmmmm my two mains taking me to paris would heal me btw. thank u my little rhi @luvinbloom for beta reading <3 ily. COMMENTS AND REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED. ill literally kiss u.
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