#this kind of security would be understandable

[loomingspector]

Dc x Dp story prompt pt. 2

The same vein as my other post here

But what if Damian and Danny was the same age, I really love that trope too, that they’re basically twins how close in age they are, maybe just a few days, MAX a week or so.

When Damian comes back to the family, Bruce gets a whole new kind of paranoid again. He kinda stopped the whole sleeping around phase when he got the kids, since Dick (wanting to kill people) kinda took up a lot of his free time. And after that the kids just kept coming so he didn’t really get into it again.

But then Damian came into it, and he was like “wait, have I checked the DNA database the last few years??” And goes down into the cave to do a country wide DNA analysis on DNA on file, both in police/hospitals and the whole nine yards. (Cause he’s extra like that)

And then he find that in just about the same time he was SA’ed by Talia, he got really drunk at a science charity event in Amity Park, maybe to get rid of his stress of it all, and because Bruce would rather die than cope with his problems in a healthy way, and released some energy by being with the Fenton couple, who seemed sane enough (at the time).

The Fenton’s knew that Danny was Wayne’s but then decided that they kinda just wanted him themselves, and then got really into GiW and ghost hunting, and then kinda forgot to tell Wayne.

So now Bruce has to juggle with the fact that Talia hid away Damian, and the Fentons fucking forgot to tell him that they have his son.

He goes to Amity Park to find his son, who’s basically in the same situation as Tim, barely acknowledged by his parents and left to his own devices with his sister.

Bruce being Bruce goes, welp, might as well get custody of them both. Legally he should be able to when Danny confesses to the illegal machines in the basement that killed him. So the couple is deemed unfit to care for the two, then minors.

Problem is:

Danny and Jazz doesn’t really want to leave Amity Park.

Solution:

Buy a second mansion in Amity Park and make that the home they move into, with servants vetted by the Waynes, and security on par with the White House.

They can live there until they finish school, and they’re free to choose what happens after that, go to Gotham and be with the family, maybe Gotham university, or anything else.

Bruce is just happy that they’re not in the cape business like the rest of his kids…

Danny doesn’t know Bruce is Batman, so he has to be extra careful to not expose himself as a hero to them, and also not drag them into the ghost realm and ghost fighting. And also, wtf is wrong with the ectoplasm in the Jason kid?? (He a ghost too??)

But he also really likes the idea of an actually caring family, I mean, Bruce went out of his way to not uproot his life and makes sure they can choose whatever future they want, even if that doesn’t include him. Hell he even took Jazz in, who isn’t even his kid.

His new siblings seem fun, caring and like they actually care, making an effort to help him understand that being neglected by his parents isn’t his fault. Tim and him finding comradeship in both of their experiences with it. Dick is just overly protective and seems like he’s trying to genuinely get to know him. Making sure not to pressure the two new siblings too much, but also organizing siblings bonding time.

Bruce of course doesn’t know yet that Danny is a vigilante, so he has to juggle wanting to learn about these new kids, as well as hide them away from his Brucie persona, so they can live normal lives.

He’ll just ignore the way Constantine is brushing things off his shoulders every time they’re in the watchtower together, mumbling something about a ‘dark energy’ clinging to him. But he always says weird shit.

So what happens when a giant ghost fight occurs in Amity, Bruce is notified and comes to rescue his kid in full Batman gear, Danny is gone and Jazz won’t tell him where he is, cause why the fuck does Batman care.

Danny is just confused why the entire Justice league is suddenly in Amity, and why the fuck The Batman™️ is running around looking for his human form.

Identity crisis at its finest.

[probablyasocialecologist]

According to estimates by the Center for Arms Control and Non-Proliferation, published recently in the New York Times, Israel has “at least 90 [nuclear] warheads and enough fissile material to produce up to hundreds more.” President Jimmy Carter, who was in a position to know, said in 2014 that he believed the number is closer to “300 or more, nobody knows exactly how many.” In either case, this is more nukes than another country we’re routinely told to be terrified of: North Korea, which the Center estimates possesses “20 to 30  possibly assembled warheads.” These Israeli warheads can be delivered in a variety of ways, including by U.S.-made fighter jets, by German-made “Dolphin” submarines, and by a variety of missiles—including the Jericho 3, an intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM) that came online in 2011. Describing the early tests of this missile, Isaac Ben-Israel—who was both a scientist, a retired IDF general, and a member of the Knesset at the time—said in 2008 that “everybody can do the math and understand… that we can reach with a rocket engine to every point in the world.” If that’s not a thinly veiled threat, nothing is.  Of course, we don’t know exactly how many nuclear warheads Israel has, because Israeli leaders refuse to publicly admit they have any. The whole military program is kept in near-total secrecy, under a policy called “strategic ambiguity,” meaning the existence of the bombs is neither confirmed nor denied. Historians believe Israel first got a nuclear weapon in 1967, after secretly refining plutonium at the Dimona facility and running a “full deception campaign” to convince U.S. inspectors the purpose of the reactors there was civilian rather than military. (Ironically, this is exactly the kind of deception Israel now accuses Iran of practicing.) It’s also strongly suspected that Israel tested a nuclear weapon off the coast of South Africa in 1979, in partnership with that country’s apartheid government. It’s called the Vela incident, after the spy satellite that spotted the nuclear flash. But “strategic ambiguity” means there’s little international oversight or accountability involved with any of this, and much of it takes place in violation of international law. Like North Korea and a small handful of other nations, Israel has not signed the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty (NPT), despite United Nations resolutions that it should do so. It has signed the Limited Test Ban Treaty of 1963, but likely broke it with the South African incident. And most importantly, its leaders refuse to allow inspectors from the International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA) to access Dimona, so we have no way of knowing what’s going on in there.  Under U.S. law, Israel’s rogue nuclear program means that the United States should not be supplying it with military aid of any kind. The law in question is the International Security Assistance and Arms Export Control Act of 1976, and its language is unambiguous. But for more than 50 years now, U.S. leaders have been willing to ignore their own laws and accept this uneasy state of affairs. A 1993 report by the congressional Office of Technology Assessment, titled “Proliferation of Weapons of Mass Destruction: Assessing the Risks,” sums up the rationale well: “would the United States be willing to sacrifice its relationship with Israel—and possibly risk Israeli national survival—to pressure that state to give up a nuclear arsenal it believes essential to its security?” For successive administrations, the answer has been no.

20 June 2025

[leggerefiore]

Hey, I’m here to request a crk/crob dragons for cuddle headcannons if you haven’t already? All 5 of them pls, that would be preferred

cw: fluff

characters, Longan, Ananas, Pitaya, Lotus, Lychee

👁Longan Dragon Cookie🌟

⚪️ The Ivory Dragon is not overly interested in cuddling, but they would also not declare themself over the need. Rather, they are simply so busy that there is little time for them to consider such things. Merely having some form of contact with you often suffices their incessant need to touch you. A dragon's most precious treasure is their mate – and they do desire some kind of contact with you. But, it is exceedingly difficult for them to find time away from their plans and duties to do so.

⚪️ But, when they do, you find yourself completely engulfed by the dragon's larger form. Longan adores this single benefit of your current state – the exaggerated size difference. You were already smaller than them in your true form, granted, but there is something they must admit solely to themself that is cute about how you appear when pressed to them. They prefer to embrace from behind usually, having their arms secured tightly around your waist. Commonly, this is in the privacy of their nest, but when the mood strikes while on their throne – you will find yourself clung to then. Their body is a little cool due to their true nature, but it is oddly comforting. They may shift you to allow your head to rest easier against them, too. Claws often gently stroke your hair. This peace… They intend to make it eternal.

⚪️ Their true form is also something they prefer to cuddle you in within the confines of their nest. Granted, it is difficult to call it cuddling under any traditional mortal understanding. Their body coils around you as they protectively hide you away within it. Their head rests near yours. The size difference is once again even more exaggerated here. Admittedly, it is oddly comforting. Nothing will hurt you. Not with Longan guarding you.

🍍Ananas Dragon Cookie🏖

🟡 Ananas adores cuddling. Simply put, the dragon likes having their mate close, and cuddling is a pleasant way to achieve that. They wish for all to see their love and affection towards you – and this is the best way they can think to make it apparent. Whenever they can, they will often seek you out with little hesitation in pulling you into them and holding you to their larger frame. Ananas simply needs you at their side at nearly every opportunity. The draconic possessive part of their brain demands it, and they cannot overcome that instinct.

🟡 More often than not, you are held in their lap as they stroke your hair while they sit comfortably on their throne. Any offerings brought to them have their poor islanders bearing witness to an hours long cuddle session that seems unending. Their arms are tight around your waist. Kisses are pressed wherever skin is available to them. Location is unimportant to them, if the urge strikes them – they will take what they desire with little mind. Ananas regularly grabs you from behind in public, but in private they prefer to hold you to them as you face them. Your head is gently pressed near the gem in their chest as they hum. The tranquillity of it all… The sight of you so close to them is utterly beautiful and something that must be preserved.

🟡 The Golden Dragon's true form is a sight to behold – are you not lucky to be allowed to bask in its glory? By bask, Ananas means lay against their side. Cuddling is much harder in this form, but their efforts are mostly letting their tail curl around you as you nap against them. They have a warmth to them – like the sun itself. There is no urge to leave after you get comfortable. They feel contented just knowing that you are there with them.

🗡Pitaya Dragon Cookie🍉

🔴 The Red Dragon was not above cuddling, but they certainly were not the most frequent in engaging. Mostly because they usually found themself off doing whatever. Battles took up most of their time, and one could not really cuddle in the middle of combat. Now, they do not oppose cuddling and in fact often cling to you whenever they are with you in their nest. The issue is… they do not really return to their nest overly frequently. They are quite fond of travelling around their perceived territory.

🔴 But, when the opportunity arises – Expect to be pulled in by the dragon's strength while they bury their face into your nape. Instantly, they are overcome with the base need to just be close to their mate. Location does not matter, if you are near and the mood strikes, you will be pulled in. They let out strange noises – Something like a low rumble. Their arms are wrapped around your waist. They hold tight, typically preferring a sitting position. Their tail may even come around your leg, showing the missing tip. Teeth may nibble at your neck. Pitaya's affection always turns into random, claiming events. When they get you in their nest to cuddle and sleep, they like holding you to them from behind. You are so tiny… Their tail comes around you again alongside their wings. This is one of the few times they let themself rest around another being. Though, you will feel like you are being baked alive due to their heat.

🔴 In their true form, they are quite massive to any mortal size, but they do wish to cuddle even still. Most of the time, you are just pressed against their side as their tail curls around your body. But, sometimes, they grab you and hold you in their grip. Nothing can even dare get within a certain radius of you two without being burned alive. This is a precious moment to the dragon, who normally couldn't care less for sentimentality. It will not be interrupted.

🪷Lotus Dragon Cookie🌊

🔵 Lotus does enjoy cuddling. It crosses their mind throughout the day, and they often indulge whenever they please. They care very little for mortal standards when it comes to draconic needs related to their mate. But, sometimes, they just are simply overwhelmed with something that it holds them back from their partner. These moments are a little frustrating, but they suppose self-restraint is a bit important. They do plan just when they can recoup with you, though. Expect the Blue Dragon to call your name and wave you over.

🔵 Their favourite position is often laying down. They prefer facing one another, too. Frequently, they will hold your head to their chest and hum some song they are working on. Fingers gently comb through your hair. Lotus is admittedly fascinated with just how entertaining you are to them. Having you around for simply anything makes their days filled with more excitement. A few gentle pecks are trailed across your jawline until they reach your lips. Sporadically, though, they do wish to rest their head on your chest and listen to the steady beat of your heart. How fragile you are… Your fingers comb through their long strands as they lose their train of thought. Serenity is achieved with you alone.

🔵 Cuddling in their true form… Well, they certainly will not deny you the opportunity, but… Their size does make it quite difficult. Their limbs are also not… quite capable of holding you in that form. But, should you insist, they shall indulge. Seeing you hold on to one of their flippers and nuzzle into the scaled flesh. Their eyes narrow. How cute.

💜Lychee Dragon Cookie🍇

🟣 Seeing as they are already basically attached at your hip, cuddling is certainly something that happens as often as it can. The dragon needs to be close to you, so that is simply the best option available, no? Though, while they have to do stuff for Longan, they suppose they cannot. And the other dragon would not be too happy if they smelled of a mortal. So, they have to deny themself a bit. Just a bit, however. They are not one for self-control.

🟣 Lychee does not mind clinging to you, but they do prefer you clinging to them, first. Your arms coming around their neck or waist and holding them to you. They let out a giggle and reciprocate. They nuzzle into your chest and sigh. All they want is to be this close with you always. Frequently, you both end up cuddling within the confines of their nest, the soft padding supporting your bodies. They almost sound like they are purring. A smug expression is frozen on their face. They adore being this close. If they had it their way, they would have this always. But, alas, they must settle for these fleeting moments for now.

🟣 Your request to cuddle in their dragon form shocked them. But�� Who were they to deny you? They used their small limbs to pull you to them as their tail around you. They really hold you too tightly, digging their claws into your unconsciously. Your body being so much smaller than theirs is a dynamic they enjoy indulging when they could. Any onlookers may think you are being suffocated, however. Beware.

[miniwheat77]

Pretty. (Alejandro & Rudy x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, double penetration, unprotected sex, sex pollen, degradation, NO MINORS!

Your teeth chattered as you crept forward.

It was the one thing you truly hated about the night in Mexico.

Mexico was actually a rather diverse place. Much different from how it’s depicted in photos and shows, anyways. The landscape differs drastically depending on region. From Desert to Jungle. But the one thing they both had in common is just how freezing they were in the winter time at night.

Luckily, the places you usually ended up, you didn’t have to worry about snow. Usually just the blazing hot sun or now, the freezing cold.

Your bones felt ice cold as you crept. Fingers and toes numb as you pushed forward. Just a little longer.

You’d been on base working for Alejandro for some time. You’d worked alongside him and Rudy for a few years, and for the most part you’d enjoyed it. Sometimes the job was brutal and didn’t seem worth it with all of the death you’d seen, but you pushed on. There were always people out there that needed your help but you feared Mexico would always battle a cartel of some kind.

The cartel was brutal and their affiliation- or corruption rather- within the military made it much harder to control. People were tempted with money, it took you years before you finally understood why people referred to it as the root of all evil, because people could be downright cruel at the mention of it.

Men, women, children. It didn’t matter. If money was involved, everyone was dying.

And as fucked up as it is, it’s just job security for you.

The three of you got a tip for a bust. The drug lords were the hardest to find, but busting up small operations, taking each of them in and getting information out of them is all you could do to get closer. The only problem? No matter how many you caught or killed, there was always another waiting to take their place.

There was a new drug on the streets. It was bubblegum pink and more powerful than a lot of drugs you’d come across. It was a mix of something and you’d meant to get your hands on it to find out what. Assuming a mix of ketamine or maybe pink cocaine for the color, but finding it was hard. It was expensive and narcos weren’t just giving it up. But the death toll was in the hundred thousands in just a few months since its arrival. You were trying to stop it before it got into the states but it seemed impossible at the rate it was being sold.

It was causing heart attacks, not even just overdoses like a usual powerful drug. It was inducing them, and you couldn’t understand why. Autopsies showed nothing, it was odd.

The warehouse you were approaching was larger than you thought it’d be. It had bright LED lights surrounding the outside and a watch tower, which meant your attack had to be executed perfectly.

You and Rudy would make a distraction, Alejandro would get inside like a weasel.

The plan was going good it seemed.

Your feet were quiet across the ground as you walked fast to get to the control room. There is where they’d be able to set off an alarm, which meant there was the most important attack. Alejandro reaches it first, eliminating those inside before they’re able to alert the entire building. From there, you’re picking people off one by one.

It’s intimidating, it’s a big place with a lot of people. Taking them quietly is hard. One wrong move and the three of you could be dead before a single word gets out. It’d be even worse for you, seeing as you’re a woman. Rudy and Alejandro know that, and have told you what it means to be caught as a woman. You knew what your options were. Those words will always echo in your head from that talk, that night. How it changed everything for you.

“You don’t let them take you alive. You die before you get taken to a second location.”

It was hard to understand but you’d seen the aftermath of what they’ve done to women and know the torture is far worse than death. Terrorists and Narcos were particularly brutal.

Your heart races, but you’re almost done. You clear the last few rooms on your end, seeing only a few and it’s easy to take them out. Alejandro and Rudy eventually call back, saying the coast was clear.

Even though it scares you, they set the alarm off as a last resort. To really make sure.

They stop it, and when no one comes, you know you’re in the clear.

“Anyone find anything?” Rudy asks. You nod your head. “Found what looked like a lab on the bottom floor. There was a lot of the pink powder. Can finally find out what it is.” You smile. The three of you make your way downstairs, and you weren’t kidding.

There are bricks of it everywhere, a lot like how cocaine is packaged but it seems to be packaged really well. “Don’t touch anything without gloves, no idea what this stuff is.” Alejandro mumbles, looking around for paperwork. You help him.

You search for a while, before finally stumbling across a packet.

It startles you to see what it is.

“It’s not a narcotic.” You mumble.

“What?” You turn to look at him. “It’s not.. something people are using to get high. It’s a sex drug.” You mumble. You pass him the packet and he reads across it. “Explains the heart attacks.” He mumbles. You spend another couple hours researching and finding out the best way to destroy it. You eventually decide burning it is your best bet.

You start dousing it in gasoline and than throw a match on it, watching it go up in flames.

The explosion is what none of you expect. You’re not close enough to get hurt, but the giant cloud of pink powder that goes up, exposes the three of you to the drug.

Once you’re done coughing your lungs out, you’re standing in complete shock.

“Shit!” Alejandro hisses. “These fucking.. narco bastards!” He goes off, mumbling and cursing in Spanish as he walks away. “Now we can’t even look for a cure.” He growls. He disappears, leaving you and Rudy alone.

“There is a cure.” You mumble. “What?”

You nod your head. “It’s obvious.”

“What is it?” He asks.

“Sex.” You sigh. He doesn’t know what to say.

“There’s got to be something else. Let’s just.. try to relax. Maybe look for some other information.” You nod your head. “Sounds good Rudy. I’ll head for the office by the control room. Maybe there’s something left over there.” He nods. “I’ll go after Alejandro.”

The two of you separate and you make your way inside the building.

It’s quiet as you make your way inside, it’s still smoky from your attempt at destroying the drug. You start your search for anything.

Nearly an hour later, you’ve shed most of your clothes. Wearing just an undershirt and pants. You’re sweating and more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life. You’re still searching but it’s gotten harder to push yourself. There’s no sign of Rudy or Alejandro and you’re out of options.

You reach for your cargo pants, no one was going to help you. You had no choice but to help yourself. You push your pants down your legs and prop up in the rather comfortable office chair. Dipping your fingers into your opening and tilting your head back to rest against the chair. You shut your eyes and relieve yourself.

Your fingers slip into yourself. Your heart starts to settle, finally relaxing.

You don’t know it, but Rudy watches at the door with wide eyes. He’s shed his sweatshirt as well, despite the negative temperatures outside, it felt hot inside. Sweat drips down his cheek from his hair. His lips are parted in surprise, cock throbbing from what he’s watching unfold in front of him.

You.

You’re panting out, the squelch from your fingers entering you is lewd.

Rudy jumps when Alejandro steps beside him. The both of them pausing to watch you through the window on the door. Alejandro swallows hard. “Looks like she couldn’t help herself.” He snorts, mumbling just barely loud enough for Rudy to hear it.

You’re about to come undone, but Alejandro opens the door.

You gasp, scrambling to cover yourself but his eyes are dark.

“Don’t hide from us.” He breathes. You look up, eyes wide. Seeing that they look just as worked up and disheveled as you. Sweaty with a pounding heart. “See you’ve found nothing.” Rudy pushes past him, moving to lean against the desk close to you. You keep quiet. Despite how turned on you are, you can’t help but feel embarrassed. You don’t expect him to reach out, fingertips drawing over your exposed shoulder. His other hand rests against the desk.

There’s papers strewn around everywhere in the room from your frantic search, along with your clothes. The office is a mess. It’s getting warmer in the room by the second.

“N-no. Couldn’t find anything.” You breathe, looking at his fingertips where they touch you.

Alejandro moves to your other side, pushing your hair out of your face. They’re standing on either side of you now. You close your eyes, moans slipping past your lips unintentionally. “I-I can’t take it.” You hiss, fingertips drawing to your opening once more.

“Don’t worry. We’re here to help you.” Rudy mumbles into your ear, lowering himself down to replace your hand with his.

What the fuck was happening?

You whine, pushing your hips up. His fingers dip into your wet hole, his middle and ring finger curling into you as he stands next to you. You grip his wrist, whining out as he slides them into you. They can hear your heart thumping it's beating so hard.

You mewl out his name and that’s when he loses it.

He draws his hand back, reaching for his belt.

“Cmere amor.” Alejandro lifts you up, you wrap your arms around his neck and he hitches you right at his waist. He sets you up onto the table, shoving off the strewn paperwork. Rudy pushes his jeans down past his cock, wrapping his hand around his shaft and pumping it up and down. He’s more turned on than he’s ever been in his life. His hands are shaky and he’s worked up. Alejandro has already exposed himself. “You think you can take us both?” Alejandro mumbles, kissing along your cheek and temple. You nod your head lazily.

“I want her pussy.” Rudy mumbles. Alejandro steps to the side. Rudy moves himself between your legs, lifting you up to where Alejandro had you minutes ago. Hitched right on his hips.

Rudy lines you up with his cock, resting his hands along your hips, arms under your knees. He lowers you down onto him, watching you part on his dick. You whine out as he sheathes you completely on his cock. Your legs shiver and you can’t keep yourself together. Toes curling as a gasp leaves your lips. Alejandro moves behind you. You can feel his hands on your back, moving them. Gripping your hips above Rudy’s hands and adjusting you so that he can slide into you. He slicks himself up with his spit before nudging the fat tip of his cock in your ass. When he inches deeper, pushing into you, you wince. It’s a lot to take in. Rudy slides his cock into you to help you relax. Between being full of Rudy and feeling Alejandro slide deeper, you’re barely keeping it together. It’s intense.

Your thighs shake against Rudy and he keeps you up on him. You feel Alejandro’s hips pressed flush to your back, you know he’s completely inside of you. He holds onto your hips and Rudy holds onto your legs to keep you up. He rocks his hips into you a couple times to get you used to him.

When they both start thrusting in succession, you lose every bit of control that you have.

They make a complete mess out of you as they fuck into you. In just a few seconds. You’re loud and nearly sobbing after just a few thrusts. It’s intense.

“Think she likes it, Rudy.” Alejandro taunts, you can hear the smile in his voice.

“A ella definitivamente le gusta.” His voice is low. Your body shakes from the overwhelming pleasure. You can barely breathe, panting like a dog. You cling to Rudy, knuckles white as they build you up. They push you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust they take in succession. You’re about to lose it.

“Look at you pretty girl.” Alejandro smiles, his breath against your ear gives you chills.

Rudy laughs, it’s taunting.

“You ever taken two cocks at once before? You’re taking it so well..” Alejandro’s voice is low. “N-no.” You whimper.

Rudy smiles. “S’why you’re soaking my cock like that, ah? Gonna melt that fucking brain of yours.” Rudy hisses. Rudy was always such a sweetheart, hearing what he’s saying is too much. What has this drug done to you? To them?

Alejandro mumbles in Spanish as he fucks into you from behind. You shiver but at the same time you feel hot. Their hands on you is overwhelming. You’re right on the edge of an orgasm. You don’t know how much more you can take. Alejandro hisses, slapping his hand against your ass. You jump, a moan leaving your lips. “Look how horny you are.” Alejandro mumbles. “Taking both of us for the first time and so well too..” he smirks. Rudy smiles. “Course she is. You saw her fucking herself with her fingers.” He laughs. The way they talk about you straight to you has your cheeks reddening. “Awe. Is someone blushing?” You close your eyes.

“No reason to blush now, amor.”

They laugh at you.

You clutch hard at Rudy’s shirt. Shaking. You’re getting close and so are they. Lower stomachs are tense, three knots building all at once. You’re about to lose control, a high you’ll never come down from. They’re getting louder as they fuck you, teeth gritted and balls tight. They’re right there. Strings of taunts and insults leave their lips.

“Look at you, such a little slut-“

“Fuck, taking my cock so good-“

“Such pretty flushed cheeks, gonna cum princess?”

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

You cry out, pulsing hard around the both of them. The hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, every single nerve ending seeming to singe at the ends. You shake and cry and it lasts much longer than any orgasm you’ve ever had. Your toes curl and you can’t keep yourself together. They both cum with loud groans and grunts, thrusting into you to ride out each of your highs. It’s too much.

When it finally ends, you go limp. Resting your head on Rudy’s chest. You gasp when Alejandro slides out of you. His cum leaking from your stretched hole. Rudy sits down in the chair you were in just moments ago, you’re still sheathed on his cock.

“Fuck.” He pants, resting his head back.

The clarity seems to hit you all at once and your cheeks are on fire. What you had just done hits you like a ton of bricks. Your colonel and his best friend. Rudy helps you off of him. The three of you spend the next few minutes getting dressed and cleaned up. Not a word exchanged between the three of you. You don’t know what to say.

“Y/N, why don’t you go wait for us outside? We’ll finish lighting this place up.” You nod your head. Your legs feel like jello when you walk. They can see how difficult it is for you.

Rudy smirks, crossing his arms as Alejandro spreads gasoline all over the office.

“What?”

“Was just thinking, when we fuck her again later tonight, want to switch sides?” Alejandro laughs. “Of course I do, loco hijo de puta.”

[mayhem24-7forever]

Andrew "Pope" Cody x Bank Heist Hostage! Reader Drabble

A/N: Took me a while but I finally got the drabble done. I'm hoping to flesh it into a full fic that I'll post on ao3 but we'll see what kind of feedback I get/how motivated my creative drive is.

Pope hadn’t mean to take her, he really hadn’t. Kidnapping hadn’t been apart of the plan, but there hadn't really been much of a plan in the first place. From the second that banker told him he needed more money for Lena’s college fund, it was all he could think about. Securing his niece’s future—no matter the cost—was his only goal, his penance for what he’d done to her mother and for failing to save her father. The first few banks had gone fine. Get in, neutralize security guards, threaten patrons as crowd control, intimidate tellers into giving him as much cash as quickly as possible, and get out, all before anyone presses panic buttons or alerts police. Between each job he changed clothes, weapons and stole a new car to confuse the police. It was practically child’s play. But then he got to the fifth bank and things got complicated.

    Watching the door from his stolen car in the parking lot, he quickly realized that the only way he was getting in with his mask on was if the security guard at the front door couldn’t see him coming. And the only way he could do that was by using someone as a shield. Pope figured he could grab someone in the parking lot, take their car keys, use them as a human shield to get into the bank and then escape in their car after he was done getting the money. It was definitely a change in plans but nothing he couldn’t handle. Now he just needed the right hostage, and as if the heavens themselves had answered, the perfect one came driving up.

    An unassuming woman in an unassuming car pulling up into a parking space between a large van and a truck, the perfect location for no cameras or witnesses. For just a moment, he had the fleeting thought that she looked vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place her. Ignoring it, he pulled his mask up and grabbed his duffle bag before slipping out of the car and heading towards hers.

    Acting quickly, Pope snuck up behind her as she got out of her car, dropping the duffle bag before grabbing the woman from behind. He clamped one hand over her mouth just as she gasped in surprise, his other arm snaked around her waist to pull her against his chest as she began to struggle, trying to buck him off to no avail.

    “Shhh, shh, shh.” He said quietly, ignoring her frantic clawing at his arms, helpless against a man much stronger than her. “Don’t fight me, I won’t hurt you.”

    He could tell she was panicking, her chest heaving wildly as he moved the arm from her waist to grab his gun from his pocket and hold it up in front of her. She froze immediately, going still in his arms and the whimper smothered behind his hand made a stab of guilt shoot right through him.

    “Just listen to me, I don’t want to have to shoot you but I will if you fight me. Do you understand?” He asked in a low voice, lips just ghosting over the shell of her ear through the fabric of his balaclava. She nodded. “Good. Now, I’m gonna remove my hand from your mouth, do not scream or you’ll be dead before anyone even looks this way.”

    It wasn’t true, Pope may have been the “fixer” for his family but he didn’t enjoy hurting people, especially those who didn’t deserve it. He wouldn’t hurt her, even if she did start screaming, but she didn’t know that and that was enough to keep her in line.

    “Do you understand?” She nodded once more as he slowly removed his hand from her mouth, ready to clamp it back down at the first sign of a scream. “What’s your name?”

    She gave it in a hoarse whisper and he hummed, ignoring a tickling in the back of his brain at the sound of it, like a memory trying to surface at the most inconvenient time. Her trembling form against his body brought him back to the present. He had to stay focused or he would be headed back to prison—and he’d die before that happened.

    “Just do exactly as I say and I'll let you go unharmed, I promise.” He said quietly, breath hot on her neck.

[transarsonist]

listen, you can put ALL the HTML5 in front of it you want, but at the end of the day if you want it to show up on google image search, you have to upload an image file. and if you want to display the file to the user, you Have to HREF it. so hey, heres an idea, stop trying to say "you cant download that image" because yes i can because i already did, oh it took 15 more minutes than usual yeah, and ive noted that your site is HOSTILE, so i turned on my high power adblockers for it, the ones that let me block all that html5 nonsense anyway and readermode your shit ass website

[jils-things]

oh gohd i might be cryinf about nortons childhood okay oakg okay okay im fine im fine okayOKAY

[iamnotlookingidonotseeit]

fascinating revelations out of my dad's professional coaching of the whole family today

my mom scored astonishingly high on empathy and caring for a woman who seemed to find it next to impossible to express that to me

my dad has done an insane amount of work to be so warm and personable considering that his natural inclination is towards strong reserve rooted in anxiety (just like me!!)

my sister shocked - SHOCKED 🙄 - to learn that she scores almost zero in empathy AND very high on manipulation

actually shocking reveal that my sister always knew she was my mom's favorite. like I kind of assumed she was mean to both of us but apparently most of the biting comments were for me

[lususnatura]

y'all know that meme where the person is with his gf at a convenience store and they're both dressed in matching hello kitty pajama pants... yeah, that's the kind of stuff you'd be in for with blamore (right before you two shoplift candy and powdered donuts from the store xxx)

[quietwingsinthesky]

there’s a progression in there, somewhere, of even going from ‘the master might kill me any day now :(‘ to ‘the master is going to kill me :) she’s not going to let someone else do it after all this time’

[theprinceandthewitch]

[trans-yllz]

when ursa died a few weeks ago I had to put her in a plastic bag in the freezer for a Day until I was able to bury her at a friend's house and my housemate just sent me this text??? like. not really sure what the wants me to do? keeping a dead animal just in my room could attract flies, which she would also get upset about, and no one is going to be on call to have me bury a pet in their yard day of, especially if I discover at night like I did with ursa. like it would be unreasonable for me to demand one of my friends let me bury my pet in their yard with less than a days notice so why is it reasonable for her to ask that I come up with a magical solution that I can employ day of in every scenario? I can understand not wanting a dead animal in the freezer but also there's this thing called compassion and understanding thats generally appreciated. it's not like she's coming up with alternate solutions either lmao. also, sort of fucked up to ask this two days after she knows I brought one of my rats to the vet. like can you at least wait a week or something before implying that my sick rat w a very treatable illness is actually going to die soon? like is she being as insensitive as I think she is or am I just being unfairly irritated about this

[daeluin]

i really don't wanna go all ☝🏾🤓 well acktually on tumblr of all places but i am begging you all... pick up a book. wikipedia is free. the ICC (the International Criminal Court) doesn't have ANYTHING to do with the UN. yes they're both in Hague. No, they're wildly different international organizations. You're thinking of the ICJ (the International Court of Justice), which is also in Hague. and no, the ICJ doesn't have jurisdiction to deal with these affairs

[sylviareviar]

Curious but how did you come up with your OC? Is she her own fandomless OC you have verses for, or has she always been one in the Persona universe?

Truth be told, Sylvia is a self-insert OC. I have other verses of her, and her background is usually different in every one, to better explain her circumstances. It's just, her Persona verse is the most active one I have on Tumblr. I came up with her in middle school, when I was at my lowest point, and Sylvia became my go-to comfort character ever since, because... she helped me escape.

But the truth is, I have lots of verses for her. Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's is one (which I don't actually use on here since I don't have any 5D's moots, but I am writing a fic about it on Wattpad-- it's the kind of fic that I'm not really proud to have, but I'm too attached not to write it, so into the trash bin it goes, I guess). I also have verses like Pokemon, in which she only accumulates her trauma after going out on a Pokemon journey, or Fire Emblem, where she's a glass cannon mage tasked with defending her lord (and maybe falls a little ill because of all the magic she's got inside her).

There are others, of course, but at the moment I can't think of many, since right now I'm hyperfixated on the Persona series, but if there are any other fandoms I like that I want Sylvia to be a part of, chances are she's there, with at least a basic background that I can build on if I start focusing on it again (like My Hero Academia). Oh, but I don't actually watch popular anime like One Piece, Bleach, Death Note, or Demon Slayer. Especially not Fullmetal Alchemist; I watched it when I was younger and got traumatized by the chimera dog. It's a little bit tricky, but I mostly find myself attracted by JRPGs, which is when I start to wonder, "I wonder what it would be like for Sylvia here? What kind of background would she have? How would she interact with the characters?" Building her up from there, coming up with funny scenarios with other characters, creating mischief and angst and blending the two into a believable character... It's all a lot of fun for me.

Sylvia being a self-insert doesn't mean that I take everything personally when I RP. Instead, the way I act with her feels more like she's a "doll" or an act that I play with. If other characters have personally hurt her, that's not an attack on me, nor is it an attack on her. It is an in-character interaction, much like how two actors who act out characters on stage that fight one another doesn't mean that the actors themselves are fighting.

The way she looks and is as a character is built in ways I can relate to, and it helps me to cope with the real world and real traumas I have. In a way, Sylvia could actually be my own personal Persona-- a mask I wear to get through the real world.

Sylvia's appearance is based purely on what I would find ideal on myself, and is sorta like what I think my personality looks like if it were a person. Her background, though, is something I have fun playing around with and building with the world, and I do my best not to break the boundaries of whatever world she's in, but bend them a little bit to make her seem unique without trying to take attention away from other, more important characters.

I guess you could call Sylvia almost a "trauma response," but I prefer to think of her more as a "special interest," because through her, I can learn better how to write, how to behave myself, and simply have fun interacting with canon characters.

Also, exhibiting some of my own personal habits through her helps me identify my faults as a person, and figure out things that I need to work on versus what things may be cute or fun in an objective sense, which I could leave alone after a bit of moderation. Such as...

...m-my habit of rambling. Or my dislike of loud noises.

But not everything Sylvia does is the same as me! For example, I don't actually live on a farm like Sylvia does in both the Pokemon and Persona 5 verses. My home is actually in a suburban area. Sylvia's location also isn't exactly the same as mine, and depending on the verse, her skillset isn't the same as mine either-- the only things that remain the same are her like of drawing, singing, and writing. Sometimes it isn't possible for her to play a flute, or to play video games, or even to just ride a bike. So really, how close she is in depiction to the actual me depends on the verse, but all of it is simply to have fun.

I hope that explained Sylvia as a concept sufficiently. I know a lot of people are uncomfortable RPing with self-inserts, so I'm already very grateful for the people who are willing to RP with her, and who haven't dismissed her as cringe or disgusting. Believe me, I've tried to let her go years ago, but every time, it never worked. So I'm sort of stuck. But I think if I practice with Sylvia long enough, I could start writing other characters with their own silly nuances and overly specific habits too.

[goat-boy-sounds]

tentative processing rambling about today's events

[grabby-smitten]

Concrete Jungle: King of the beasts

Summary: Buying a hybrid was not what you had in mind when you asked for independence. Sylus didn’t like humans but his owner was the exception.

Subjects: Albino lion Hybrid!Sylus x F!Reader

Word count: 4.1k+

Content Warnings: Hybrid AU, smut, owner reader, kissing, cunnilingus, P in V, breeding, cnc if u squint really hard, biting, textured tongue. Use of words like predator/prey, cunt, pussy, kitten. Not edited and no beta.

A.N: I learned that big cats can’t purr and I was so disappointed. Oh, well….ah! I might do one for each li. k bye 💋

“Are you sure, I need one?” You’ve asked your parents that question for the umpteenth time.

“Yes, a hybrid is a good caretaker and it would make us feel better knowing one is protecting you.” Your father answered with a tired smile, understanding your uneasiness but they weren’t going to change their mind.

Moving out and finally becoming independent was just one step away from happening. Your parents were against it at first. Coming from money means someone will always be after your trail, danger and they had overprotected you, their only daughter since… well, even before you were born. They weren’t able to have natural children so you were conceived through artificial methods. Which, according to your parents, was a whole ordeal and suffering. Details that you rather not know.

It was time, though, to deep your toes into a world of your own. You wanted freedom for once. No dozens of bodyguards, no tracking devices and no fear of the unknown.

The part of convincing your parents was hard. No, after no, after no. Until, the head of security, taking pity on you, suggested buying a hybrid for you. Not just any hybrid; one specially made to protect and serve.

Now it was your turn to profoundly refuse. Everyone had one and those who didn’t, desired one… like some kind of accessory. It sickened you and besides, you didn’t want another responsibility. You wanted your own life! Not taking care of some… dog? Cat? Fish?

In the end, you had no other choice but to agree and here you were, in some facility. Breeding facility? Training? You didn’t care enough to pay attention, honestly.

Walking behind your parents in an all-white hall, smelling like antiseptic and gagging at the chemical sensation in your throat, you started to notice how the white walls began to turn into cages. Placards hung in the walls near the tinted glass and steel bars of the cages with descriptions of the… hybrids?

Looking up from the labels, you finally realized you no longer were alone. Each cell was occupied by humanoid-shaped shadows. The tint of the reinforced glass obstructed your vision but it was clear they were there.

So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize a couple of strangers had joined your family. Paying a bit more attention to their chatter, you concluded they were doctors or scientists from this facility. They were explaining something about their products and that it was the best the market could offer. You frowned at their words. It was like you were buying a car… they even explained the insurance policy.

“And this specimen, right here, is our finest hybrid!” One of the men talking to your parents loudly explained.

You stepped closer to the placard and read the few words it contained. ‘Albino Lion Hybrid (Panthera leo Hybrid, large cat family Felidae). Apex predator (no natural enemy known). Renowned king of the beasts. More active at night. Preferable habitats: grassland, dense scrub, savanna, and open woodland. Nomadic male.’

Your eyes widened once your brain processed the information. This was no guard dog or house cat. Before you could utter a complaint about how obnoxious this all was, the tinted glass cleared and you were looking straight into a pair of scarlet eyes.

Sylus almost laughed at the face of the female standing outside his cell. The little mouse seemed in shock to see him there. What was she expecting? Where else would he be? If not caged and on display here— absurd, he thought. All humans that came here, came for one thing and one thing only; to purchase a wild species, a unique breed to flaunt to their peers. Sylus continuously thought about how weird these humans behaved in society. Their hierarchy dynamics were messed up and he despised that.

You felt his eyes mocking you, such deep red and the only thing you could feel was irritation. Frowning, you turned your head and left him. See how he likes grouching on his own.

Once you were a few steps away, the scientists or doctors stared at the red-eyed big cat hybrid with wonder and… respect? This place was bonkers, you thought to yourself.

“So this is the one?” Your mother asked and marveled at the sight of the lion hybrid. White-silver hair, large, powerful presence, and sharp features.

“Yes, ma’am. Our best subject. Well trained in all the aspects you requested and fairly knowledgeable which is hard to come by with these beats.”

Hearing all that gave you stomach reflux, the acidity burning your esophagus. Your dam was about to break and all your pent-up feelings would end up costing you your freedom if it wasn’t for the red-eyed hybrid. He knocked on the glass and you jumped, startled. You were surprised, he even beckoned you with a finger and again, surprised now with yourself, you automatically obeyed.

It was like a trance. A hypnotic daze of sorts. Both met face to face once again, only separated by the reinforced glass. For a moment you were distracted, the outburst you were about to have laid dormant in the back of your head.

What is this…? Sylus couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity. That’s why he was so close to the glass earlier too. He couldn’t see the other side a while ago but something was pulling him there. The whole day he felt restless and on guard as if something resonated within him.

Could this be—

“Ah! Marvelous! Look! They are already interested in each other! Sylus is not showing any signs of hostility or repulsion…” a different scientist exclaimed with eagerness, interrupting whatever connection you had with Sylus at that moment.

Not many words were needed to convince your parents after that show you and Sylus put up. Papers were signed, money transferred and a very confused Sylus was sedated and prepared for shipment.

The big city. Polluted air, noisy streets twenty-four hours a day, and hybrids everywhere. Most people carried one; a human with some animal characteristics, and now you were one of them too. Sylus was scheduled to arrive in a few minutes. All the things you would need to care for him were already in your apartment and even his paperwork. Name, birth, permits and you; listed as his owner.

The melodic tune of your ring bell announced the dreaded moment. You knew Sylus would be escorted here and that most of the traveling time he would have been sedated, but still the long distance between your new home and the facility he was kept in was almost six hours away. You feared a big grumpy cat.

Oh boy… grumpy was an understatement. He didn’t look happy. The moment he stepped foot in and all the straps holding him were taken off, he waited for the delivery people to disappear and he pounced. Surprisingly not on you. He went through all your stuff. According to the guide you received he was scenting. He went through your whole house; rubbing, scratching and overall making a mess.

“Stop! Hey, hmm… Sylus? You don’t have to scent my clothes.” You tried talking to him but he was not interested in your opinion, apparently. He just glanced at you and kept doing whatever he was doing before, like you were the one, not understanding. You had to snatch your underwear from his closed fist in a panic.

He went nonverbal for a week. A week! You were going insane. Yes, he obeyed. Yes, he was extremely independent and didn’t cause any more commotion besides the panty situation on the first day. But God… he was extremely quiet. It wasn’t until you commanded him to that you realized you should have read the manual until the last page; not only the summary.

“Sylus! Say something!” You demanded; going insane was not in your plans for the foreseeable future. They never told you he was mute or anything of that nature.

“Is there anything you need from me, my lady?” His deep and slow voice had your heart leaping out from your chest.

You just stood there, gaping and looking at him like you couldn’t believe he was able to make a sound. Yeah, not even his steps produced sounds. Sylus examined his human with a gleam of humor in his sapphire eyes. This face was a common one for her and he found it… almost endearing. It reminded him of the first time you two met.

“You can talk…” you whispered low and saw how his fluffy round, and white ears twitched. “You can talk!” Again, you exclaimed, pointing a finger at him in disbelief. “Why haven’t you said anything before?!”

“I wasn’t allowed to,” he calmly explained. That mischievous twinkle in his eyes never left, “my owner never requested me to do so until now.”

And that’s how you spend almost three days reading the darn manuals with a now very talkative feline.

You found that Sylus was more than just a pet. He could cook, clean and even force you to exercise which ended up backfiring. You couldn’t keep up with his supposedly healthy routine. A healthy lifestyle means a happy owner, and you would curse under your breath every time he repeated it.

In general, you were happy, he seemed happy and living with him was easier than you thought. Quickly, you two began to build a bond and it was a matter of time before he began to realize why it had been so easy to adapt to this human. His human which is how he referred to you.

Following the manual, you always made sure to have everything Sylus would need. Even his heats. At first, you tried to get him a heat partner and it was a mess. More like you were a mess. Even Sylus was surprised at how you ended up kicking out the poor rental gazelle hybrid in less than five minutes. You didn’t understand what took over you to be so… overprotective.

Oh, but Sylus was not complaining. Watching you almost declare war in his name gave him a deep satisfaction. So much so that he accepted to take suppressants for the time being.

After that incident, things began to change drastically. Sylus in return became a bit more aggressive towards any living creature that was in less than a mile radius of you. Growling, pushing, and even wrapping you with his tail and pulling you towards his body anytime he felt you were in danger. Yeah, you were in so much danger from the tube man… that air dancing balloon from the car wash a couple of blocks away.

“It can be that bad…” you took hold of his arm around your waist in a reassuring manner.

He’s been walking with you in his hold since you crossed paths with the inflatable dancing man.

“It has erratic movements. You never know what he might do next.”

Yeah, it was a recurring situation.

Yeah, he was prepared for everything and anything. Well, except one morning when his nose woke him up.

A sweet intoxicating scent traveled through his nostrils and shook him awake. He felt his mouth water, his canines aching, and his eyes turning into thin lines. The predator in him had been disturbed and its awakening meant trouble.

In all his years in captivity, he had never felt such hunger. Something was clawing in his chest, desperate to come out, each intake of air was pulling his sanity deeper and deeper while the monster surfaced.

Like any good hunter, he let his nose guide him through the house. Following such an intoxicating aroma took him to your door. There he stood—elaborated breathing, sharp fingers encrusted on his palms searching for restrain. You were inside; sleeping soundly in the early hours of the morning. He could hear your soft breathing mixing with his wildly beating heart. Knowing you weren’t aware of the predator outside your door sent a jolt of excitement through his body. Easy prey.

Was it you? Were you the one producing such… inebriant aroma? Why?

He took the handle with a death grip, his rational side fighting against instinct. He felt the urge to hunt, pursue, chase… this… this aroma and make it his own. With an internal battle raging inside him, Sylus felt the door weighed heavy on his palm, the handle burned, but he still stepped in.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, it made no difference to him that you slept in complete darkness; his ruby-red eyes could see just fine. Then, his gaze focused on your sleeping form, little movement from your steady breathing and you had no idea that a hungry predator stood at the foot of your bed.

But Sylus didn’t move, didn’t pounce on you like he wanted. Torn between instinct and duty, he was frozen in place, sweating and overwhelmed with indecision. Your scent was clouding his every sense, making it even more difficult to do the right thing. It was like time had stopped and the only thing on his mind was the palpitations in his groin for even letting his skin touch the hair surrounding you.

What was the right thing? He asked himself. Neck—cracking as his body suddenly shuddered in pain, Sylus was holding himself back by a fine thread.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. You were not like his kind who would accept mating just because of a sudden heat. You were human and he had that fact ingrained into his mind. With a whimper of pain and trepidation, Sylus walked over to the side of your bed; every step was excruciating for the hybrid. Once he reached the edge, he did like every other night shared with you. Sylus, silently whining, laid beside you and wrapped his arms tightly, but this time he kept a generous distance between his hips and your back.

He was not a mindless beast. Not to you.

“Sylus… I can’t breathe…” you don’t know when, you don’t know how, but Sylus always ended up sleeping on top of you like a weighted blanket. “Sylus!”

“You don’t wanna know what I did to the last person who woke me up.” Each word came with a little slur at the end, he was barely waking up. No a second goes by and you felt his spiked tongue grooming the nape of your neck and soft growls shaking your whole body.

“Someone’s happy today, hmmm?” You asked in a short breath, reaching for his round and fluffy ear. As you scratched, you heard the deep grumbles of satisfaction increasing.

“Smells good…”

You felt him sniffing all over your chest, deeply inhaling, moving his head downwards. Sylus pulled your covers in a hasty manner and kept descending. Your eyes widened as you realized where he was going and your feet quickly stopped him; placing them on his shoulder and chest.

“Sy-Sylus! S-stop!” Your hands joined your legs and feet, placing your palms on his mouth and the rest of his face. “What do you—“

You stopped mid question as you felt a bit of moisture in between your legs. In a panic, your mind counted the weeks since you moved in and you have forgotten to make an appointment for your birth control replacement… which meant you must be ovulating. How could you forget? It’s been weeks! With everything happening after moving, getting Sylus and adapting to the new city. You had completely forgotten…

A muffled sound came from behind your palm and then a rough tongue pushed against your skin. You slowly retracted your arm, looking at him with apologetic eyes. It was your fault, after all.

“I was saying that you seem to be in need of assistance,” he uttered, arching an eyebrow at your saddened face.

His heavy body was pressing against the sole of your feet, your legs kept him at bay and it surprised you how… physically insistent he was being.

“What do you mean?” You quickly replied, feigning ignorance and he seemed to know your every trick because his first reaction was to give you one of those salacious smiles of his.

“You can’t exactly lie to my nose, kitten.” He almost growled every word, sending shivers through your body. “You’re fertile.”

Before you could even utter a word to contradict his truth, his hands brushed the back of your raised legs for then his fingers gently tapped your skin. You let out a squeak of surprise and swiftly moved your legs, thus giving him an opportunity to nestle in between your thighs.

“If you’re making fun of me, it’s not funny,” you rebuked, but even as you said that the pressure and sudden ache in your lower regions began to increase with the proximity and weight of Sylus.

“I’m not.” He chuckled and it reverberated down your tummy, sending deep palpitations through your core, “you didn’t read the whole manual yet, now did you?” His finger gently tugged your chin, making you stare right into his crimson orbs.

“No…” you sheepishly mumbled, embarrassed of being found again and your lack of knowledge about some stuff still in the encyclopedia-like book you were given.

“Give me the order and I will deliver, Kitten.” He whispered, eyes calling for your surrender. Sylus was pushing the right buttons by being so close, touching you, and having you cornered right where he wanted you.

“You mean…” voicing your hesitation didn’t deter him from destroying your inhibitions, brick by brick. His eyes were hypnotizing, he would give you anything you wanted and you knew you would be safe, right?

He had you caged between his body and the bed, your mind going a mile per second and your heart racing just as fast. No, he wasn’t moving an inch more and you knew he wouldn’t unless you said so.

“Okay…” you sighed finally removing a burden from your shoulders, “h-help me.” You wanted him to alleviate your aching.

“As you wish, Kitten.”

Not soon had those words left his lips, he was on you. You felt the heaviness of the impact of his lips on you. He had seemed calm while talking but his actions spoke differently. Sylus’ kiss was demanding, fiery even. His tongue took no time to slip in between your abused lips, delivering tentative licks to yours; as if tasting and enjoying you.

He kept his low throaty snarls flowing over your body, crushing you against the sheets. You could taste him too, wild, intense, so Sylus. Two bodies lay in the bed, limbs intertwined. Sylus hands traveled up your body, fingers gripping at anything he could find, your moans being greedily swallowed.

His tail kept a steady thumping behind him, lulling you deeper into his embrace. You would let him do anything, be anything if it meant this fire ignited in your chest would never cease to exist.

Sylus grasped the back of your head, fisting strands of your hair for him to pull back and expose your neck to his aching teeth. He felt euphoria ran through his veins as soon as his pearl whites connected with your tender skin. A growl and the stinging stab on your neck made you gasp, hands gripping his collar to bring him even closer as if that was possible.

In a hurry, his other hand began to tear away your pajamas as his teeth continued to gnaw almost painfully at your throat.

In a blink of an eye, you were lifted and bent. Your face harshly met the warmth of pillows. Gone were your clothes. In what moment exactly? You don’t recall and you didn’t really care at that moment.

“I knew it– fuck– the moment I saw you, I knew it.” Sylus rasped out, breath suddenly hitting your nude backside. “This was mine before you even knew it.”

He suddenly lifted your hips, exposing your dripping core to his crimson gaze. You whimpered as the cold hair hit you, hands gripping the bedsheets, and that’s all you could see. Your own fist and abundant white.

“Sy-Sylus!” You shrieked.

Your exposed pussy was invaded by his mouth, and a low vibrating sound joined. His bumpy tongue lapped eagerly, the texture making you mewl and tremble as you unconsciously tried to pull away. Now the chuffing sound changed to a growl of displeasure, his hands quickly moved to your lower tummy and pressed you back against his awaiting lips.

A mess, a wet and sloppy mess. That’s what Sylus was, still holding your body against his face. He couldn’t care less about anything other than your flavor and sounds overtaking his entire being. He slurped, nipped and spit back in just to repeat it all over again.

It took no time to have you trashing and shaking on his grip, cuming on his face, the chuffing sounds intensifying with your moaning.

Skin on skin, no clothes separating him from you, you didn’t register when he freed his body of them. Too lost to care, too much at once to have a sense of anything other than Sylus.

“You take me so well… My kitten—made for me…” he growled as he slipped every inch of him. Your warm walls protested at the intrusion as he mounted you.

Pinning you down, chest pressed against your back and your face shoved into your drool-stained pillows.

“If you keep struggling, kitten… I– fuck, fuck– you’re making it really hard to hold back” he groaned as his eyes zoomed in on your head trashing and shaking. The predator in him just looming around the corner, his female ready for the taking.

“It’s too big!” Your scream was muffled by the pillow. As your wailing reached his ears, his cock throbbed and released a few ropes of white.

“You’re being so good, kitten. Just a… bit longer…” Sylus sighed with pleasure as the creaminess made it easier to thrust into you. Incessantly, hitting that spongy spot, making you cry out as you felt more burning cum filling you up. Both breathless, both panting and an arrange of noises filled the room.

“I feel so full! Sylus! I can’t!” Tears streamed down your face at how bloated you felt, but he kept pushing and bursting inside you. One after the other; face down you had no other option but to take it.

“Not full enough— you need more…” hips slamming into you, the squelching sound of your insides consuming the silence— him bottoming out again and again. “My cunt… will only have my cubs…”

You’re not sure how long it was, you were in and out. Lost a daze, being shoved, pressed and pounded mercilessly… Sylus voice swirled through your mushy brain— satisfaction, and ecstasy running wild through both of your bodies.

Blinking once, twice. You felt heavy and your foggy vision wasn’t helping. You still felt the aftermath of it all. Legs sporadically spamming, lower tummy so heavy and sore.

“You… came so much…” you whispered in between breaths. His cum was dripping from your tender hole, rapidly pooling on the bed. “Why?”

He shrugged, as he caressed your cheek.

“A lion’s thing,” he mumbled softly, pulling you closer and gently holding you.

The rest of the day you were spent. Too exhausted to do anything else. Sylus bathed you, changed the bedding, brought you drinks and food, and gave you the darn manual to finish it for once.

“Sylus!” You slapped his naked chest with indignation. “Here,” you pointed to an article you highlighted, “it says that lion hybrids can copulate for two to three days? Two hundred times in succession? Are you insane?” That explains a lot.

“I am just waiting for you to rest, humans are more delicate than I thought. We’re not moving from this room.” He deadpanned.

Your expression fell as his eyes seemed to show how serious he was being.

“I read that lionesses bite the male’s ballsack when they are upset or something,” you grinned wickedly. “I will do that if you don’t behave!”

“I wouldn’t oppose, sweetie.” He goaded. Your smile slowly faded as your threat was not working as planned. “So… I see you are feeling more… energetic.”

You threw a pillow at him before he pounced on you.

Ah, yes… a gentle protector a trusted guardian, but a beast on the sheets.