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ghostkennedy · 8 months

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just thinking about exhibitionism w/ leon and he's literally letting you up for free use, >////<

Leon Kennedy x afab! Reader

content warnings: smut, sexual content, exhibitionism, free use, degrading and praising, reader is tied up, blindfold, p in v sex (lots of it), double penetration mentioned but not actually done

!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!

leon who is completely obsessed with your body? who’s obsession only grows stronger and deeper with time. soon, it’s not enough for him to just see you fall apart and cry for his cock. oh no. he needs to show you off completely to others.

leon who just needs others to see what he gets to fill up every fucking day. multiple times. he’s never satisfied no matter how much he fucks you. he can hardly take a breath without his cock springing to life, hard as fuck at just the thought of you. how could he keep it all to himself?

leon who believes that nothing worth having should be kept hidden.

leon who wants to make others jealous. he can’t help it, it’s almost instinctive for him. they don’t understand the depths of heaven he’s found through your body. your naked body being spread wide open for him, it’s like the angels are granting him his eternal paradise. what is a god without a following of loyal, devout worshippers? you were sculpted by the gods themselves and deserved to have people worship at your alter.

leon who has a small group of trusted buddies that he’d trust with his life. and you were his whole life. why wouldn’t he trust them to see the most scrumptious masterpiece ever created. show them why he always bails on them. why would he ever wanna go out when he has this waiting for him at home?

leon who finally fucks you in front of his friends. they try to hide their bodies responses as they avoid your eyes while watching leon fuck into you. but as time passes, they all begin openly watching every little movement. you can see their cocks throbbing through their pants, begging for attention. but they can’t touch them. you laid out the rules they only get to watch, not receive anything.

leon who becomes addicted after the first time. he organizes more meet ups for them to watch you two. with the same rules as before, until finally you agree to let them touch themselves while watching you. “you like that, baby? like people getting off on watching you? look into his eyes while i fuck you. look and think about how much of a whore you are. they’re all touching their cocks for you.”

leon who isn’t satisfied with people just watching you get fucked anymore, he wants them to feel it. it starts with little caresses here n there on your breasts and ass. it slowly escalates to longer touches, touches inching closer and closer to restricted areas. and then one day, something snaps and all bets are off.

leon who jerks his cock in your face as you stare up at him, barely able to keep your eyes open as his friend hammers his cock right into that spongy spot inside of you. “still needy for my cock even though somebody’s already railing inside you? such a good whore, huh?”

leon who ties you up, your arms above your head and legs spread open, each ankle secured to their respective bed posts. who blindfolds you and let’s his friends do whatever they want to you. you have no idea who’s touching you, no idea how many are staring at you at any given time, and holy fuck does it make you that much wetter.

leon who whispers praises into your ear while his friends fuck you. “you’re taking it so well. making me so proud. such a good baby for me.”

leon who definitely researches double vaginal penetration often.

leon who pampers the shit out of his prize after every single session. doesn’t matter how many people use you, you’re still his most prized possession.

~masterlist~

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #smut #leon smut #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy smut #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x you #resident evil 4 #resident evil 2 #resident evil 6 #resident evil smut #ghostkennedy

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ohbo-ohno · 4 months

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Dlmliyh angst is my favourite flavour urghhh rereading it all and I forgot how scrumptious it all is <3

So many ways it could all go wrong. Reader falls and breaks an ankle while they are out in mission and can't do anything but hyperventilate and sob and hope they look at the cameras soon and send someone because they've not been left with anyway to contact anyone other than them.

Possessive Captain gets possessive and jealous which only leads to a bad time being had by everyone.

Reader having to correct Soap when he says her age because they missed her birthday and while she doesn't care because why would she want to celebrate he is devastated.

Omg thinking she is finally over the shock collar incident and being excited to puppysit for a friend, thinking how happy she'd be to have the company of a cute little floppy eared dog but she sees the collar and just loses it, begging them not to hurt the dog. Saying she's sorry because this must be because of something she did. She'll wear the collar, she'll take the shock again, but please don't hurt the dog because she was bad.

mhairi i love youuuuu. i have nothing more to add to your paragraphs bc FUCK but have some dlmliyh thoughts below

the dlmliyh reader insert is suuuper passive (because that fic is 18k of pure porn) and that makes her just ripe for angsty things. she'd be so easy to scare and fuck with, even if she tries not to seem it :(

anyways dlmliyh is also like. the perfect little playground for all my favorite kidnapper tropes

the victim is scared and angry and lonely and only has their kidnapper to lean on. no matter how much she kicks and screams and cries and begs, soap and ghost are still there, and they're still not letting her go. she can be as angry as she wants, but all that's gonna get her is a punishment and more personal time with the two of them

soap trying sooo hard to get her to open up to him :( he buys her gifts, tries his best to pamper her, and she is just not having it. no matter what he does, she's not happy. every time he asks "what do you want, love?" she says "to leave" and that only makes him so upset that ghost has to get involved

#asks and answers #clumsydragon #dlmliyh

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hanasnx · 11 months

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hear me out: anakin who realizes you have a thing for his hands. ooh boy. him slowly realizing how much you pay attention to his fingers as he's pointing out different things on the holomap for different battle strategies. him having a hunch, but brushing it off until he can test his theory. slowly, he starts testing his theory in little ways just to see how you react - his hands on your hips as he scoots you over to move past. his tracing patterns on your skin casually, but smirking as the traces leave goosebumps in their wake. noticing how you try to hide how your breath catches when his hands are touching near your pulse points. oh and now that he knows? that smug mf is using that power all. the damn. time. foling the sleeves of his robes up in a way that makes his forarms look fuckin scrumptious, ESPECIALLY after he's done the subtle pressure of the weight of his hands as his fingers wrap around your throat. him using his fingers so much when he explains thing, just to watch your eyes focus on them. him as he gives you two fingers to suck on under the guise that he's just getting them wet, but then he's all like "all that just for my fingers? already a fucking whore just for my hands, hm? pathetic little thing." him making you wait before he fucks you with his fingers. him tracing over every part of your bosy - staring with the insides of your wrist up your arms to the pulse point on your throat, then down your chest where he traces around the outline of your nipples just to watch the way you whimper, and then down your hips before you feel the pressure as his finger trace up the sensitive skins on the insides of your thighs... he makes you beg for it, reveling in just how much power he has over you. asking you, "aw, you want something, baby? tell me what you want. you want me to kiss you? want my mouth? ...my tongue?" "hm?" "but that's not what you want, is it?" "no pussy's fucking soaked just for my hands." "pretty little thing is falling apart and all i've done is touch you" "what, you're thinkin' about me fucking you with your fingers? how full they make you feel, even with just two? hm?" or are you thinking about my fingers wrapped around that throat of yours? makin' you dizzy till you're dumb for me? gonna fuck you on these fingers so good you're gonna think of it every time i touch you ." oops sorry i just had some thoughts and i wanted to share but this got away from me

as someone who loves hands and has an arm kink, i’m delighted by this offering. here are my favorite lines:

☥ “his hands on your hips as he scoots you over to move past”

ik it’s mad annoying when guys do this, but if anakin did it i’d be twirling my hair n shit poppin my ankle like omggg🥴🫶💕he touched meee

especially bcos it can be treated with a natural subtlety. during the day when your relationship must remain a secret, no one could suspect anything sinister by anakin moving you aside like that. it’s just innocent enough for him to get away with it.

touching the small of your back whenever possible too, to lead you places or guide you out of the way or to walk alongside you and leaning into your atmosphere to “hear you better”

☥ “rolling the sleeves of his robes up in a way that makes his forarms look fuckin scrumptious; the subtle pressure of the weight of his hand as his fingers wrap around your throat”

i want him to choke me like i’m obi-wan during the mustafar fight scene. steal my breath away, bend me backwards over your knee. make my life flash before my eyes—

the rolling of the sleeves.. oh my god. he’s such a slut tbh knowing what it does to you and doing it to achieve that specific purpose. slut behavior.

☥ “he gives you two fingers to suck on under the guise that he's just getting them wet, but then he's all like ‘all that just for my fingers?’”

literally over here losing my mind at the idea of being caught. sucking on his fingers like a good girl until he checks your panties to confirm his theory, lo and behold you’re soaked

☥ “‘tell me what you want. you want me to kiss you? want my mouth? ...my tongue?’”

this,, the way it was worded. oh my fucking goddd. like i can hear his playful tone daring you to tell him what you really want. he wants to hear you say it. you want his fucking fingers. dirty little whore.

☥ “‘or are you thinking about my fingers wrapped around that throat of yours? makin' you dizzy till you're dumb for me?’”

i ,, i fucking. love. dumbification. when people write him calling reader names like “dumb little baby” while he’s balls deep inside. “can’t even speak, can’t even think. too cock-drunk. too fucking stupid.” i go fucking wild. being dumb for him is a dream of mine, thank you for including it.

☥ “‘gonna fuck you on these fingers so good you're gonna think of it every time i touch you.’”

the fact i absolutely would be. like every time i feel those big fucking hands on me you best believe i’m reliving whatever pleasure he brought me while finger fucking me into oblivion. that thrill shooting through me in a bone shaking shudder when i feel the warmth of his hand graze me in some way.

suffu,,, i love this. thank you. i got to feel like the excited reader this time

#arm kink <3 #spoken-stardust #i’m always the one writing the x readers #it’s been a while since i got a lil gift like this where i got to experience the 😳#it felt so catered to me and my likes.. ugh. love.#thanks for the msg!!#indy shoots the shit #indy recs #anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker imagine #x f!reader #indy reviews

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol.Ⅳ Mini Drama “Reiji VS Kanato”

Original title: 録り下ろしミニドラマ「レイジＶＳカナト」

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol. IV Mini Drama

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi & Kaji Yuki

Translator’s note: Reiji and Kanato are a...fascinating combination to say for sure. They were paired for the very first VERSUS CDs as well though, so it isn’t exactly new either. I remember back then it revealed how Reiji could be much more intense than his initial calm demeanor leads to believe, but after HDB, they decided to kind of get rid of this ‘wild’ side of him for some reason. Although in this case, it might be for the best because Kanato already brings more than enough chaos to the table.

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: …Going to bed already?

You seem startled.

Kanato: Fufu~ What’s the matter? …I was so nice to come all the way to your room. So shouldn’t you be a little happier? ーー That being said, I feel as if your scent is stronger than usual. …Hey. Did somebody suck your blood?

You shake your head.

Kanato: Hmー I see…But I can’t trust your words. So how about we do this…?

*RIIIIIP*

Kanato: Come on, show me your arm.

You hesitate.

Kanato: Hurry up, please. Come on…!

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Fufufu…I’m going to tie you up nice and tight with the sheets like this. Aren’t you glad? Besides…

*Rustle*

Kanato: If I tie your other arm to mine, you won’t be able to leave my side anymore. I’ll get to hog your blood all to myself.

You wriggle around.

Kanato: No point in trying to run. You are far too weak to untie yourself. I made sure to make a tight knot. Well then, I suppose I shall indulge in your blood right away. Haah…I’m terribly parched, you see.

*Thud*

Kanato: You’re happy, aren’t you? You get to savor my fangs after all. I’ll mark you all over. …Now where to start? From the neck, per usual? Or perhaps I should go for the shoulder or your lower back instead? …But I suppose I’ll start off with the neck after all. Fufufu…Such beautiful, fair skin…Looks scrumptious.

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Don’t move, please. How am I supposed to suck your blood like this!? You truly are a natural at ruining my mood, aren’t you? Are you perhaps doing it on purpose?

You shake your head.

Kanato: If not, then why? Ah, I get it. You cannot help but react out of sheer job, can you? However, I can’t suck your blood very well like that. Fufu…Fufufu…I just had a genius idea! I can simply tie down your ankles as well!

*RIIIIIP*

Kanato: By fixing them to the bed like this…Heh. Now you can thrash about all you want and it won’t be an issue. …Hm? You’ve got tears pooling in the corners of your eyes? Have you grown scared of me, perhaps? Please rest assured. I won’t do anything else as long as you don’t attempt to run.

Of course, I won’t deny that it seems very fascinating to witness you scream in pain as your skin turns deep crimson.

You wriggle around.

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Fufu…Are you sure you should be doing this? If you keep at it, I might just do something truly horrible to you. Or do you enjoy the pain, perhaps?

You stop moving.

Kanato: Hm. Seems like you finally understood. I wonder how many times I need to repeat myself until it gets through to you?

Kanato bites you.

Kanato: Mmh…Nn…

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Kanato: …Ah. Just as I thought, your blood is truly first-rate.

*Sluuuuurp*

Kanato: Hah…

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Kanato: Haah…I’ll suck you till you almost reach your limit, okay?

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

Kanato: …Mm~ You can’t help but wriggle around from the pleasure? You truly are a hopeless girl, aren’t you? I’ll give you even more. Fufu…You must be so happy to get rewarded by me, huh?

*Sluuuuurp*

Kanato: Nn…

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

Kanato: Mmh…

*Gulp*

Kanato: …Ah~ It’s so sweet, I can’t stop. Now where to suck from next? I’d like it to hurt as much as possible, but the blood also needs to be tasty. …In that case, I believe this spot might be ideal.

Your eyes widen in horror.

Kanato: Fufu…Fufufu…Look at how swollen and bright red your skin is over here, I’m sure there’s lots of blood gathered underneath. I mean, the fabric of the sheets has been rubbing across it with each and every one of your movements.

*Rustle*

Kanato: The way your heart is beating loudly sounds as if it’s begging me to hurry up and bite down…Aah~ I doubt I’ll be able to hold back. When I imagine the sweetness of your blood flowing underneath this skin, I can barely contain myself. Haah…

He bites you again.

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Kanato: …Hah! It’s much richer than before…!

*Gulp gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: …Hah. …Haah? Oh shut up, will you? All you need to do is continue to offer me your blood until I’m satisfied. I want much, much more! I haven’t had enough at all. Now then, more…

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

Kanato: Hah…

*Sluuuuurp*

*TIMESKIP*

*Dingーdongー Dingー dongー*

Kanato: Zz…Zz…

Reiji: Kanato. Wake up.

You wake up.

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: Oh dear. You woke up instead. Kanato is…

Kanato: Zz…

Reiji: …still sound asleep, it seems.

You ask Reiji what has brought him here.

Reiji: Why I came here, you ask? Because I was looking for Kanato. Apparently he broke some school equipment and did not inform anyone about it. I was asked by one of the teachers to give him a warning in their place.

Since I could not find him in his own room nor the living room, I thought that perhaps he had gone on one of his rare trips outside, but then I picked up on the scent of your blood coming from here.

…Kanato sucked your blood throughout the whole night, did he not? How do you explain that?

You shake your head.

Reiji: Denying it now? Fufu…Seems like you underestimate me quite a bit. No point in trying to make up excuses. Did you truly think I would not notice the scent of your blood filling this entire room?

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: You are tied to the bed on top of that…Good grief. Kanato has some deplorable tastes. Keep still, understood?

You thank him.

Reiji: …Hah. I did not untie you to do you a favor. I have been feeling uncomfortable ever since I entered this room. To think that I have warned you so many times about not letting anyone but me suck your blood…

*Rustle*

Reiji: These various bite marks left behind on your neck…They were all left behind by Kanato, were they not? Good grief…What a mess. Nothing but filthy marks of someone who indulged in blood out of sheer gluttony.

It would seem that you need to be punished severely. For seducing Kanato for your own pleasure, getting him as far as to suck your blood. You should be taught a lesson…by my fangs.

*Rustle*

Reiji: However…Sucking from the same spot he did would go against my personal policy.

*Rustle*

Reiji: I shall give your back a taste of my punishment instead. This part of you has been left unmarked after all.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Please keep silent. I cannot guarantee the situation taking a turn for the worst if Kanato were to wake up.

Reiji bites you.

*Gulp*

Reiji: Mm…

*Gulp*

Reiji: …Hah…

*Gulp*

Reiji: Hah…Are you sure? The more you wriggle around, the higher the chances that Kanato will wake up. …Or are you doing this on purpose, because you want to show off to him? I will not criticize you for having such preferences, but I have to say, it is something unexpected.

You whimper.

Reiji: This was meant to be a punishment but…Good grief. You truly are hopeless. …However, I suppose it does not feel bad. I shall make sure you get a thorough feeling of my fangs.

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Nn…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: …I believe I told you to keep quiet? Will you not listen to me?

You protest.

Reiji: Then bite down on some fabric. …Come on, look this way.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Hmph. How laughable. However, I can properly punish you now. I am still nowhere near done. We shall keep going until you realize who exactly you belong to. …However, the sight of someone else’s marks carved into your skin is truly upsetting. I suppose I have no other choice. …Excuse me for a second.

*Rustle*

Reiji: I shall suck from your shoulder. I should be able to let you experience a sharp pain that way.

You tense up.

Reiji: Are you frightened? However, I have to do this, otherwise you will never truly understand who you belong to, no?

*Rustle*

Reiji: I am sure Kanato will be surprised as well. I doubt he could have ever imagined I would be here sucking your blood while he’s sleeping right next to us. Well then…I shall thrust my fangs…even deeper this time.

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Mm…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: …Hah. Accept the pain. And by doing so, fill your mind with nothing but thoughts of me. Hahn…Mm…

*Rustle*

Reiji: A fine reaction. Well then, lose yourself in me even more…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Mm…Nn…

*Rustle*

Kanato: What on earth are you two doing…!?

Reiji: Oh dear, so you have awoken. I am sucking her blood, as you can tell.

Kanato: I can see…! What I’m asking why you’re here getting ahead of me when I was looking forward to indulging in her blood first thing in the morning…!?

Reiji: Hah. That is simply how you feel about it, no? It has absolutely nothing to do with me.

Kanato: Don’t be ridiculous!! I am the only one who gets to do with her as I please! You’re in the way!

*Rustle*

Kanato: Hey, you feel the same way, don’t you? You think my fangs are a million times better than his, don’t you? Ah…You can’t speak because you’ve got a cloth in your mouth, come you? Let me remove it for you then.

*Rustle*

Kanato: Come on, hurry up and tell him. That I’m number one…and that he’s getting in our way!

You remain quiet.

Kanato: Hm…What’s wrong? Hey, why can’t you say it?

Reiji: Kanato…That is because she does not wish to have her blood sucked by you, don’t you think? She feels satisfied after I bit her. In other words, you are unnecessary.

Kanato: Haah…? What are you saying? That makes zero sense! She felt better than ever before when I sucked her blood!

Reiji: That applies for when I fed off her. I had no other choice but to have her bite down on fabric just to keep her quiet after all.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Isn’t that right? You want me…to suck your blood. Just like this…

*Gulp*

Reiji: Mm…

*Gulp gulp*

Kanato: …!! Reiji…!! What are you doing!?

Reiji: See? Your body is heating up already. Just as I thought, you simply cannot escape my fangs. That’s what this means, no? Ignore the onlookers. All you need to do is be there for me.

Kanato: Kuh…You won’t get away with this…UNFORGIVABLE!!

*Rustle*

Kanato: I am the only one who gets to have their way with you!

Kanato bites you as well.

*Gulp*

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Fufu…Fufufu…Such a loud scream. Guess I am the best after all. I’ll give you more and more…! I’ll make an exception today and grant all of your desires! Under normal circumstances, I’d be pressuring you for letting Reiji do with you as he pleases. …Say, where has he not bit you yet? Show me. I’ll leave plenty of my marks on you…So, okay?

*Rustle*

Reiji: Good grief…I wish you would not get distracted by other things. What you should be focusing on instead…are my fangs.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Anyone can tame you with pain…Kanato can, as well as myself, and the others too. ーー However, I am the only one capable of making you experience pleasure at the same time. The way I suck your blood…will make you my captive…Nn…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Yes…Lose yourself in my fangs…just like that. I shall give you them plenty more.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Well then, once more…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Mmh…Nn…

*Gulp*

Kanato: K-Kuh…!! H-How could you…I won’t forgive you!! Both of you are making a fool out of me!! …I can suck her blood however I want…! …Hey! I’m the only one you need, right?

*Sluuuurp*

Kanato: Nn…

*Sluuuurp*

Reiji: Heh. Seems like she isn’t enjoying that very much. I believe that sucking one’s blood thinking only of your own pleasure won’t be well received by the other party.

…Now then, accept only my fangs. You are mine after all. Nnh…Mmh…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Nn…

Kanato: …She belongs to me.

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Kanato: Look, she’s twitching. I’ll suck you even harder, okay?

*Sluuuurp*

Kanato: Hahn…

*Sluuuurp*

Reiji: You truly are a slave to your own desires…reacting to both of us like that. I suppose it cannot be helped. I believe I shall have to teach you just how great my fangs are all over again.

*Gulp*

Kanato: …Hah. You say the strangest things. Just by looking at her, it should be obvious that I have won this show-off. However…It might be nice to see Reiji devastated by his defeat. Come on, show him how you lose yourself in me even more…Nn…

*Sluuuurp*

Kanato: Mmh…

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Reiji: I do not see why I would have to pay any mind to this nonsense, but I shall stay here with you until you fully understand. After all…I have plenty of time on my hands.

Well then, drop all the way down…to the dark depths of Hell. Hahn…

*Gulp*

Reiji: Mm…Nn…

*Gulp gulp*

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: Nnh…

*Rustle rustle*

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 8 months

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Sweet Amber, I have couple things about Alpha Steve and Little One 🥰

- If Steve and Little One had a fight, like normal couples argument, who do you think would initiate the make up?? 🤔 (I'm inclined to think Steve, coz he loves spoiling his mate)

- who's the pillow hog? Steve or LO?

- what do they buy for each other when they go shopping?

- what does Little one find annoying in Steve? Wet towels on the floor or mess on a kitchen counter?

- Does Steve like to paint LOs toes? 🤗

PS: your baked delights look scrumptious. Do you want to share them with Alpha and LO?

Hey babes! I love these questions btw, seeing them in just a everyday kind of life is so rare for them in the series. What made you think of these?

I'm gonna do these answers under a read more just cause I did get a bit long with some of them. Thank you so much!

Okay so it kind of depends on what the argument is about, because both of them can be stubborn in a sense where they feel like they are right in whatever is causing the argument. But when Steve knows he is in the wrong, after he has had a moment to calm down and really give it some thought without his feelings clouding the situation, he will return from where he dissapeared into the woods. His senses narrowing beyond his connection to the pack to just seek out his Little One. And you can feel him through the bond, no longer his ungiving resolve but now its a softer acceptance in your mind, tugging you to accept him. Depending on how mad you are, you either push him out of your mind, seeking to just be you and your Little Wolf or open up to let him in. It is his way of asking if you are okay with him coming to you. Steve will seek you out, usually on the back deck, curled up in one of the chairs, feeding the birds on the railing. "Little One." He will say softly in greeting, moving to sink in front of you, his hands sliding along your thighs gently cause even when you both are upset, he craves touching you and holding you. You hum a bit in acknowledgment while your sprinkling feed on the railing, watching the flirting of birds sprining back and forth for their prize. You feel his palms cover your knees, hooking his fingers into the hollow space behind your knee to draw your legs off the chair and feet into his lap, massaging them. "I was wrong and I should have listened to what you were saying. I let my temper get the best of me, it is something I am still working on." His head dipping to kiss your ankle. Your gaze darts to him. Watching your big pack leader Alpha kneeling before you, his thumb sliding along the arch of your foot. You finally reached out, brushing his longer hair back from his face. "You seem to forget that it's not you who has to always protect everyone." You sighed as you felt the Alpha deep in your senses, belly crawling to his mate, the Little Wolf ignoring him with a flick of her tail. The image made you smile a bit as Steve moved to the other foot, easing it into his hand. "He is going to have to work pretty hard to get her to come around." Steve observed while working his palm up the back of your calf. "She is pretty upset with her mate, I know how she feels. The stubborn ass." You shrugged, flinging more food onto the railing. You felt Steves hands grip the back of your calves, pulling you forward till you fell into his lap, your legs interlocking at the ankles around his waist. "Compromise? You can be mad at me for the rest of today, but let's discuss this again without me going all Alpha? Maybe we can figure out something that is okay for both of us." Your arms circled his neck and you leaned into his chest, your forehead resting against his own while the Little Wolf finally opened to the Alpha nuzzling at her and grooming gently at all her favorite spots. "I promise to listen if you do." "I promise."

Definetly Steve! He is always hording the pillows in the night, his way of thinking is that he is his mates pillow. You drape across him, hugging around his waist while your face is buried in the thick patch of hair on his chest or up higher, nuzzling in against his neck and rubbing your body into his side, clearly marking yourself as his in your sleep. Sometimes that can drive him a bit feral, but you are always so comfy just using him for all your needs that Steve happily uses the pillows to his advantage.

Steve loves buying his Little One new foods to try. Living with Pierce, you didn't get to try lots of things so this is now like a food journey for you. So far peanut butter capn' crunch is still your cravings go to food. Steve also likes surprising you with holiday ornaments, you have throughly fallen for them and your utmost joy is getting to decorate the cabin. His favorite thing though is finding items when he is either working in the woods or his Alpha is running. Your favorite surprise he has found was a rare piece of wood on the beach, weathered from the elements till it was smooth. You had him hang it up it up on the celeing in the kitchen, using it to hang herbs and flowers to dry. You like buying Steve things he can use, not just as a logger but as a mechanic too (although Sam is the better mechanic in the pack.) So lots of outdoor clothes and boots. You frequently go with Sara to the nearby town in the valley below the mountain to look for things, loving the local leather shop, flea markets and farmers markets to browse. Alot of flannels have come home, maybe for your own use too as Steve frequently wraps you up in one after he is done wearing it.

His favorite item you have given him though was a worn leather jacket you baragained for at the flea market. When you had him unwrap it, his blue eyes blazed in appreciation while feeling the supple leather. Now he wears it whenever he can cause you always are so happy when he does.

4. Ahhh you would think it would be Steve, but it's actually Little One who is messy! You can always see a path through the cabin of where you have been just by the discarded things. Now Steve is a bit of a neat freak, he lived a few years as a single bachelour and gotten used to taking care of his cabin. With that in mind, what does drive Little One a bit crazy is that Steve can't just settle down until everything is taken cared of. And when he tries to relax, he gets a bit anxious if he knows something isn't finished, which causes him to go check the packs large garage to make sure tools and vehicles are all put back where they belong. You have a way of distracting him though, when you are going crazy watching him do all this... You start teasing him, touches to his neck where the bond is located is especially effective, your bond filling with all those arousing sensations that make him very aware of needing to satisfy you... and if those subtle things do not work... You straddle him, grinding in his lap and kiss him till he is growling and pinning you down to fucking breed you. 5. Imagine Steves shock when you told him you never had your toes painted! He came home, knowing you spent the day with Sara and Sara always treated herself to a manicure and pedicure, Sam had made mention about how his mate was treating herself. Steve wanted that for you too, but when he came home, you didn't have any of that done. You just shrugged it off, not seeing the benefits. Steve loaded you right up into his truck Lenore and drove you back to town, to the local drug store and together you two went to the makeup aisle. It took some encouraging but Steve was able to get you to pick a bunch of colors that you love and promptly took you home. That evening was spent with your Alpha pampering you with all the tenderness you had never been given before by anyone. By the end of the night, Steve was in his bedroom leather chair, having you in his lap, your feet dangling over the arm of the chair, both of you admiring the color Steve painted on. His growls appraising as he pressed kisses and soft affectionate bites to your shoulder, his large hand rubbing at your leg while you nuzzled back in against him. Now you will ask him to paint your toes, letting him know that you are craving that quiet intimate evening with your mate. I hope this gives you a glimpse of what our Alpha Steve and Little One are like when they are just together living life. Thank you so much for this ask babes! I appreciate it much more then you know.

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Love is Crazy // Douma x reader.

❥This is the first time i’m posting any of my works on this site. I’ve posted this on wattpad, quotev, and soon ao3. ❥Demon Slayer characters are not mine. ❥Warnings: Sexual themes, strong language, depressive thoughts and actions, gore and blood. ❥italics are thoughts and memories

They're pretty aren't they? They come in different shapes and sizes. White, the color of purity. Falling from the heavens.

But what happens if something warm were to meet snowflakes? Maybe something like fire.

They melt.

You walked alongside Rengoku on a warm day. He was your trainer, you followed the same flame breathing style. "Say Y/n, why are your eyes two different colors?" Rengoku suddenly questioned you.

"I never questioned it." You stated. You had two different colored eyes. One was all black, and the other was e/c. For this your parents wanted to disown you. Calling you the devils child. They wanted to marry you off just to get rid of you. That didn't work though. No one wanted someone as 'crazy' as you. Especially with the rumors already floating around the village. That you were the devils child. Because of this you didn't have many friends, before you met Rengoku.

You lived in a village most of your life. You played pranks on people, and caused trouble. It was fun to you, life was good like that. Until one night you had a bad encounter.

You walked the forest, mainly to get away from your parents arguing over why they couldn't find you a husband. You didn't care, you told them many times you were fine being alone, but they just didn't listen. The argument this night got really bad though. Your father had shouted at mother at how it was her fault you were weird. This made your heart tighten. Feeling like it was your fault you left.

And now you were lost in a forest. You didn't really mind though. You kicked some dirt before you heard a hissing noise. Upon looking up and around at your surroundings you didn't find anything. You sighed loudly.

"Are you lossst?" You turned around and met the most UGLIEST man you have ever seen. His hair was shaggy and dirty, as was his face. He had blood dripping off his lips. He wiped it off before speaking once more. "Well?" His voice was horrendous and like sandpaper.

"Uhm.. not really." You lied, feeling like you should. "I was just heading home, which is just ahead." You pointed towards a house a little further up the dirt road.

"Oh? I don't think that'ss very true... you know it's not nice to lie to people." You glared at the man. You were beginning to feel unsafe. You looked behind you, you were going to make a run for it. "How do you know I'm lying?"

"Well I've been following you." He smirked at you and you shivered. You decided to run for it right now. You turned on your heel and ran. You were quite fast, only because you ran away from the law so many times, and others you pranked. You giggled to yourself. Even in this situation your adrenaline ran hot. You looked behind you and no longer saw the beast.

You ran into something and fell on your ass. You looked up terrified. All you saw were glowing eyes and fangs. You were going to die. You blinked before shoving him, causing him to also fall. You crawled away from him until your ankle was grabbed and you were dragged backwards.

"Ssstop trying to run." You were suddenly flipped around and pinned on the ground. You kicked your legs and his hand went up to your thigh, squeezing with his nails. You hissed in pain as you felt warm beads drip. He brought his hand up to his face and his tongue grazed his fingers.

"You taste scrumptious." You frowned at him, taking another look you noticed his skin was scale like. His eyes held slits and he blinked owlishly. You felt like throwing up. "You're so ugly." Suddenly to slip out between your lips, you couldn't help but almost let out a loud laugh at the face he gave you.

"Me? Ugly look at you." His hand snaked up towards your neck. Giving it a harsh squeeze you gasp trying to catch a breath. "As-as."

"What was that?" He looked amused at you being unable to breath. You kick your leg up once more, hitting him right in his groin.

He groans but does not budge. Fuck you thought.

"Hey look a bird!" You pointed up and he looked up. You broke your hand free at his surprise and punched him, causing him to loosen his grips. You pushed out and began to run once more. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

You hid behind a tree. "Where did you go?" His voice sounded like venom. "Come out now." He sounded impatient. You breathed heavily, holding your chest trying to calm down. You tried to find where he was. "Boo." He was above you. You froze and tried to dash once again before you were pulled back. "You aren't very nice you know..." He frowned at you.

He held your neck once more, squeezing it harder. "I'll just have to break every bone you have." You gasped loudly and closed your eyes.

Suddenly the pressure on your neck was gone, you thought you had died. "Are you alright?" A bright voice suddenly said. Your eyes snapped open and you looked in front of you. Seeing a flame haired man, with owl like eyes.

You glanced around trying to find the man from before. You see his head and gag. "What-"

"That was a demon." The man answered you before you could even question. Your nose twitched at the horrible smell of blood and gagged again. "I think it's time to throw up." You turn towards the side and gag, nothing coming out. A warm hand starts rubbing circles in your back.

And thus that was how you met Rengoku. He ended up staying in town for a few more days after and you guys become close. This made your parents somewhat happy for you. Although that didn't last long, as soon as he left everything went back to how it was. You continued your pranks and causing trouble. People still found you weird and what was even weirder to them when the opened eye man was with you. This caused more issues.

You didn't know what to do besides go to Kyojuro, who told you how to find him.

It was storming, hailing and rain poured on your head. You knocked on the door of the Rengoku estate. "Kyojuro!"

The door was swung open and you met with a.. smaller version of Rengoku. "Hello?"

"Is Kyojuro here?"

"Not currently..?" The young boy eyed you up and down before remembering it was pouring. "Oh where are my manners, come in please!" He rushes you in and tells you to wait. You looked around and noticed pictures of Kyojuro, the young boy, and some older man with a woman. Must be his family.

"Here you go miss.."

"L/n F/n" You said and took the towel he was holding out for you. "Uh, my brother will be back soon! He went out for our father." You nodded at him and he lead you to another room, which seemed to be the dinning area.

A few hours have passed when the door was slid open. "She's right here." The younger boy motioned to you and you hurriedly stood up. "Kyojuro."

"Y/n? What's wrong."

"I want you to train me."

And so he did, years have went past and you were now 19. You were a demon slayer along side Kyojuro. You watched him become a hashira and followed him.

And that brings you to where you are now. You two were on the way to a mission site. In the mountains. They had complaints about woman going missing randomly. The two of you split up for the time being and decided to question some of the people around the town.

"Excuse me, have you heard about the disappearing's around here?" You tried to question someone but they just waved you off. You frowned and kept trying.

After many failed attempts you decided to meet at the spot Kyojuro and you had decided to meet at later on. The sun was starting to set and him and you were going to keep watch tonight.

"Y/n!" You look up and see him and another guy? "He said his wife went missing last night, so I assume we should go towards the forest behind his house." Kyojuro smiled at you. He had always managed to brighten the moods up. You returned the smile and nodded. "That sounds good."

For the next few hours you and Kyojuro walked around the forest. It was eerily quiet. You felt a sense of anxiety rushing up your body at this. There were no sounds, no trees rustling, no insects, nothing. It was weird and you didn't like it. "Isn't it a bit too quiet." You looked over at Kyojuro who seemed to be peering around.

"Yeah, something is off about this place." He nods and continues to look around. "Be careful." He stood in front of you and held his hand out in front of you. "I can hold my own ground Kyojuro." You rolled your eyes and stepped in front of his hand. You walked a little further ahead until something cold hit your nose. You looked up and saw.. snowflakes?

"it's snowing?" You questioned stopping in your tracks. Kyojuro stopped next to you. "That's weird, it's not even cold."

You heard a crash and both of your heads snapped towards the noise. "Who's there?" You called out, your hand on the hilt of your blade, prepared for anything. After no response was said the two of you decided to continue forwards. You held your hand out and caught snowflakes, that just melted in a matter of minutes in your hands.

You scoffed. "It was probably an animal or something, maybe we should hea-" Suddenly an icicle flew past your face and your eyes widen. "Kyojuro watch you!" You pulled out your sword and held your stance. Your eyes darting around looking for the culprit.

"My my~ You two know how to cause a ruckus!" A voice cheerfully said, surrounding the two of you.

"Who are you." Kyojuro demanded.

"See I would tell you, but let's play a little first shall we?" His voice sharp and sinister, yet lying with a cool undertone. Was he the reason for the snowflakes. A million questions roamed in your brain, but you stood tall. "Y/n duck!" I ducked quickly and felt something swish past me. More ice. "That's no fun!"

You had no idea where the voice was coming from. It sounded above you, behind you, and in front of you all at once. "Show yourself coward!" You call out.

"Coward..?" You heard the voice come from behind you. "If you want to see me that badly you could have just asked."

"Careful Y/n." Kyojuro pushed you behind him. The voice was now coming out of a part of the forest that was dark. Slowly two eyes appeared. Rainbow, colorful, and glowing. Then his light blonde hair with a splat of blood? He was tall and well built. Your eyes traveled down and noticed he wore a red turtle neck with the same design that was on his hair, with hakima pants.

His smile was crazy, it held motives behind it. You clenched your jaw. "My~ Aren't you two a lovely pair!" His lips curled up more, turning into a smirk. "Why can't we just have fun hm?" His hand waved and more ice came crashing towards the two of us.

You jumped back and Kyojuro ran towards him. "Flame breathing fifth form, flame tiger!" You watched as he dashed forwards, slashing his sword. A tiger enveloped his body as he ran towards the demon. He just backed up as Kyojuro kept going towards him. "Ah fire?"

Kyojuro got close enough to where the demon pulled out two fans. Curving his fans towards Kyojuro hitting him with a gust of snow.

"Kyojuro!" It was your turn to run forward, holding your sword. "Third form, Blazing universe!" You slashed vertically at the man as soon as you were close enough behind him. You caught him off guard as you managed to get a slice in. He looked at you rather annoyed. He stances up and hold his fans out towards you.

Suddenly a sword goes through him and you see Kyojuro behind him. "I told you to be careful Y/n" He grunts as he pushes the sword forward one more time before pulling it out. The demon just laughs manically. "Oh this is fun~" He stands up and the hold in his chest is already healed.

"Kyojuro.. he healed pretty fast." You say jumping and standing next to him once more.

"I noticed.. this is no regular demon." You breathed heavily before you ran towards the demon once more. Kyojuro also followed along. You went right and he went left. You glance over and nod at him. The demon watches the two of you amused as to what you were both planning. You run behind the demon and so does Kyojuro. Switching sides you both go to slice his neck. When suddenly your blade was knocked out of your hand. Looking to the side you noticed an icicle had pinned it to a tree.

"Fuck." You mutter under your breath. Feeling rage slowly envelope you. "Stop playing games!" You yelled out angrily at the demon.

"Oh I'm not! I'm waiting for the two of you to stop messing around." Upon swinging around you see he had Kyojuro wrapped up. Your eyes widen at this. "Let him go."

"I don't feel like it." He started to squeeze his neck and you bolted towards the man punching at his chest. This did nothing as he looked down at you and cooed. "Oh my~ You're so strong." Tears began to weld up and you dashed back towards your sword. More ice flew past you, hitting your leg and arm in the process. You wince and run towards him with your sword.

"First form unknowing fire!" You zoomed towards the man in quick speeds, stopping and slashing at his neck. He dropped Kyojuro who grabbed a hold of his neck gasping for air. The man jumped back and fanned his fans towards you. Snow suddenly hitting you causing you to stumble back.

"Kyo. KYO! I think we need to leave." You mumbled out looking at him lean over gasping for air.

"No we mustn't we need to protect the others." You frowned. You knew this fight was not either of yours. "Kyo.." He suddenly got up and ran towards the demon once again.

"You're really going to keep trying? Fun!" He smiled amused, slashing his fans downwards causing Kyojuro to struggle. You ran at him once again as well. Two was better then one.

"Double teaming is rude y'know!" He threw one of his fans towards me. My eyes widen as it came towards me at fast speeds. "Y/n!" Kyojuro called out focusing on me. When he should have focused on the enemy, because he did the same thing he did to me. He threw his other fan, hitting Kyojuro right in the chest.

"STOP!" you yelled, flames suddenly bursting out of me. You ran towards Kyojuro, pulling the fan out and throwing it on the ground a couple inches away. You hear a laugh behind you and you look up. Meeting the cold rainbow eyes from the demon. He tilted his head.

"My~ Getting a better look you are quite the looker!" His hand reached for your face and you leaned back. "Watch it bitch." You spat out.

"Fiery!"

"Y/n- please get out of here."

"Without you? Hell no." You frowned at Kyojuro and stood up once more. "I'm going to finish the job." You looked at the demon seriously. You needed to save Kyojuro.

You sprang towards the demon and his lips curled up. He was enjoying this. He was having fun.

The two of you fought like you were for an hour. Kyojuro was laying in the snow, most likely freezing. You breathed heavily, feeling worn out, but the demon seemed no where near how you were. You had cuts and scratches all over. Your body felt bruised and battered. "Enough." You said glaring at the demon.

"Oh? I was just getting started!" You coughed. Your eyes started to go blurry. You looked up and noticed the sun was going to be up soon. If only you could keep the demon occupied long enough. What if you held him down. With the newfound plan you ran towards him with the last strength you had.

You surprised him by tossing your sword to the side and jumping on the man. Causing the two of you to fall. You land on top of him with a thud. You pin his arms down with your hands and his legs with your knees. You huff and wheeze for air. He just watched you amused. His fans were knocked away and you looked at him.

"What a position little snowflake!" You choked.

"Shut up." You seethed and held him down for a second. It was your mistake, though. You thought you had overpowered him. He flips the two of you over and now you were the one pinned to the ground.

"Get off of her." Kyojuro calls out.

"My my~ The sun is coming up, I think it's time for me to go.. although this was really fun!" You almost let out a sigh of relief. "But... I think I'll take a trophy for not being decapitated today!" He claps his hands and smiles widely. "Trophy?" You glared at him.

"Yes." He sounded too happy, and you didn't like that. No you didn't, not one bit. He suddenly blows in your face and you feel cold. You furrow your eyebrows together and try to push him off. "Fuck off, prick." You struggled underneath him and he just laughs in your face.

"Why are you trying to leave?" You grumble out a reply as you try your best to shove him off. Your body started slowing down though. You felt a shiver run up your spine as you felt you couldn't breathe.

"What did you do."

"Oh nothing~ Just a little snow, darling." He licks his lips as he looks down at you. Your uniform had holes and your collarbone showed. You shifted uncomfortably, not just from his eyes checking you up and down, but from the uncomfortable feeling that was now in your chest. You felt as if your heart was stopping.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you try to take a deep breath, only causing the pain to worsen. "Why... why can't I breathe." At this point you gave up hitting and swinging all your might at the demon on top of you and tried to control your breathing.

"Just the snow, it's nice isn't it? Your insides are slowly freezing!" Your eyes widen in fear. You were going to die, and you were going to be this mans breakfast. You tilted your head to get a look at Kyojuro who seemed to be out of it. Please stay safe. You had hoped the demon only would take you. You blinked slowly as you started to lose breath.

You looked up towards the man who watched your every move amused. You tried your best to glare at the man who just smiled brightly at you. You made eye contact for a second, peering into his rainbow eyes once more. You sensed nothing but excitement in them. This really was just a game to him and you were just playing along. It was his game.

You started to blink slower as you started to lose feeling in your body. First your legs, and up into your arms and chest. "Why don't you rest little slayer?" You attempted to glare at him once more. You felt his finger caress your cheek softly. His cold finger touching your warm cheek. You began to fade in and out of consciousness.

"Bitch."

Snowflakes are beautiful aren't they?

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esnyshire · 1 year

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amateur

summary: 36 y/o lifeguard enjoys some locker room fun with Love a dominant 23 y/o

warning: age gap, foreplay, public sexual conduct, virginal adult

wc: 2.9k

♫ Do You Wanna Touch Me by Joan Jett

It's not a habit of mine to congregate with the neighborhood residents, but I've got the best excuse. Well, for one it's scorching hot, and the only logical thing to do is take a dip in the community pool. Then there's him.

The town's celebrity, we all know the saying. All women want him, all men want to be him. What I want is much simpler. I want to dominate him, own him if you will.

The woman fawn over him, having no idea of the rumors that have spread about him. How he's wet behind the ears, a thirty-three-year-old man who's barely been touched. He's the irresistible man we only dream of.

When he showed up for his shift at the pool, it was hard not to notice him introducing himself. So polite and sweet with the kids, and I couldn't just avoid acknowledging his presence. He never brought anyone home, didn't have friends, and kept to himself. He also never properly introduced himself to his neighbors when he moved in. He was a mystery... and everyone loves a good mystery. Since our community was so small, word got around quickly.

To top it all off, the women of the neighborhood caught wind that he is divorced. Which meant fair game for the bachelorettes. While they saw a man who was open to marriage, I saw a man starting over and needing a break.

I could give that to him.

The women of the county came to the pool every morning, finding a seat with the perfect view of the lifeguard. It was painfully obvious they weren't here to enjoy the amenities.

He sat in his chair, keeping a watchful eye. Barely noticing all the eyes on him. He ignored them. His trunks hug his waist, with a thin white string that hangs over his bulge, covered with orange fabric. He's leaned back, exposing two fern tattoos. His wrist hangs delicately off the armrest, showing off his freshly painted nails.

Yellow and pink.

It suits him. I find him more scrumptious than before when my eyes land on his matching pedicured toes. It's endearing, a new color every week. A man who can keep himself clean and pampered is my favorite kind. They're always willing to get tied up and teased just a little more than the rest.

I feel dirty admiring him, he's only doing his job and I can't find the will to look away. He blows his whistle with force, lips suctioning down on the thick plastic. They're so pink and plump, I fidget in my seat ferociously biting my lip. Trying to find some type of distraction from the throbbing in my lower region.

"He's hotter than the sun, I'm burnin' up." The woman fans herself as she gawks. The group of three burst into a fit of giggles, catching the attention of the man who sat on the lifeguard chair.

"The things I'd let him do to me... are unholy!" Another woman whispers. I knew nothing of them, but their age and that they live a short distance from my house. While they're all in their late forties, I'm barely in my mid twenties. Twenty-three was the new thirty.

I do not sit and talk about what I want to do, I get it. The only way to get things you're interested in is if you do something about it. Besides, listening to them talk about what they wish they could do is boring me to sleep. I set my glasses down, stand to my feet and turn my attention to them. "Ladies, I'd love to stay and listen to you talk about fucking him, but the only problem is you're all full of shit." They gasp at my choice of words. "Do you kiss your husbands with those mouths?" A smile creeps on my face when the group of woman cover their faces with their big hats in shame. When I catch his gaze following me as I walk away, my skin tingles with excitement. His eyes travel down to my legs and up my body to my face. He breaks eye contact immediately when he notices I'm watching.

I make my way to the lifeguard chair and tap his ankle. When he looks down at me his curls encompass his face, and a glop of sunscreen shields his nose.

"Yes?" He hovers over me.

"Would you like to swim? A little race?" I make my voice inviting. A full set of teeth make their debut, along with dimples I had no idea he had. He can't possibly get any more perfect. He nods in approval.

I don't wait for him but continue my way to the pool entrance. The water feels cool and my skin instantly feels relieved from the boiling sun. It's only when he speaks his first full sentence, I register he has an accent. "I'm not permitted to be in the pool on the job." He lets out a nervous laugh.

"There's a first for everything." I smile.

Up to our necks in the water, I grab ahold of him and push him against the wall of the pool. It's obvious he's nervous, from the slight chatter of his teeth to the pink rose of his cheeks. I can't stop the giggles that escape over his behavior. He intensively watches me examine his face.

"You seem nervous sweetness. I thought lifeguards did well under pressure." I try hard to break the ice. He stays quiet and continues to stare. "Do you want to touch?" His gaze frantically switches from my lips to my eyes, like my question interrupted his focus.

I swim around him, waiting for an answer I don't think I'll get. "What's your name?" I lap around him. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing just a stutter comes out. He must have forgotten his name.

"Uh-I-it's Harry."

"Not that you asked Harry," His breathing picks up speed, and I circle back around.

"My name is Amor. But you can call me Love."

His voice is barely audible. "Hello, Love."

My legs grow a mind of their own and wrap around his waist. He goes rigid under my touch when I pull his body into mine. My fingers migrate their way through his scalp, taking a small chunk of his luscious curls and grip harshly by the nape of his neck. My lips graze his ear coaxing a small moan to crawl its way out his throat.

"That won't be the last time I hear my name leave those pretty lips of yours." I take his earlobe in between my teeth and lightly nibble.

"You like when I do this, huh?" I lap my tongue around the shell of his ear. "I'll stop if you'd like." A growl comes from the depth of his gut.

"Mm, don't stop." I smile into his neck. "Please." The words barely leave Harry's mouth and I'm pulling away, losing all warmth I once had. He looks at me stunned and confused.

"We're swimming, remember?" I swim down to the bottom of the pool, pressing my back to the floor. I watch Harry use all his strength to get down to me. He floats over my body, attentively waiting for my next move. I jokingly tug on the strings of his trunks, fingers playing at the hem near his happy trail. Harry makes no moves to stop my advances so I continue. I snake my hand in his pants and a burst of air bubbles in the water.

He watches me, eyes wide with anticipation. Trying so hard to stay under, but alas his face is turning tomato red. I'm grabbing his face I harshly attach our lips, and slowly I blow air into his mouth.

Harry's lips are small and soft like silk, completely encased in mine. My tongue involuntarily darts out of my mouth to taste his bottom lip.

Sunscreen, chlorine, and sunflower seeds.

More air leaves his mouth from the feeling of my tongue. The shock on his face when I back away causes me to release the little bit of air I had left. He frantically pushes himself up to the surface and I follow him closely after.

A cackle leaves my lips as my head breaks the water, he simply smiles at my sudden burst of laughter and shortly joins in.

"You've got an audience." He looks in the direction I was previously sitting in. All eyes are on us, well really on Harry. I now know he is just as clueless as I thought.

"Aye Dios, you are oblivious."

"What do you mean?" He tilts his head in questioning.

"You're the talk of the town." I swipe some hair from his forehead.

If looks could kill I would be dead already. I wave passive-aggressively at them. A chuckle escapes Harry's lips as they awkwardly wave back.

"C'mon let's race," We swim to the end of the pool. "One lap, wall to wall. We meet back here." The smile etched on his face shows off his dimples. I take my index finger and place it in his dimple, Harry playfully swats my hand away.

"Winner gets a reward." He says. "On the count of three."

"One," I say.

"Two." He continues.

"Three."

An easy win if you ask me. I reach the wall first, pushing myself off as hard as my legs can take me. Harry closely follows behind. Halfway through my lap, I begin to panic. Since Harry's arms are longer, that'll give him the advantage. But just when I think I'm going to have to accept failure, my hand touches the wall. My head springs out and I scream in victory.

"I win! You know what that means?" Sulking in his loss he swims to me. There's no reason for him to be sad, although he didn't win, it's him who gets to finish first tonight.

"What?"

"I get my reward," I whisper to him.

"Fine, what is it you want." He fake pouts.

"I get to hear you say my name," I smirk. "over and over and over." He stares at my face like the answer to his prayers is written all over my face.

"Meet me in the locker room so I can get my reward," I make my way out of the pool, "Harry, don't keep me waiting." I sing out.

This is the time when I give him the option to back out, he is way out of his depths. It's written all over his face. I'm banking on him being curious enough to follow through. Everything I've done to get a reaction from him has been successful. Meaning the rumors are true, and that information makes me want him even more. The mental visual of him writhing in pleasure cause of something I did, is what drives me to do things I'd never think of doing with a stranger.

I silently wait for him, I found a locker has his name on it and cute stickers all over. As I examine his locker, the door slowly creaks open. I twist my body and lock eyes with him. My heart thumps heavily in my chest, the amount of courage it took for him to walk in after me.

"I- I don't normally do this." He says timidly.

"Do you want to?" I take his hand and bring him closer to me. "You can always say no." He nods his head quickly, I laugh at his eagerness.

"I have a few questions before we start." My eyes stay trained on his face, trying to see if there's a sign of second thoughts. He waits for my questions expectantly.

"You've been checked recently?" I bring my hands up to his biceps, slowly dragging my fingertips lightly up and down his arms.

"Of course." He's breathless, barely able to get the answer out. I distract him with my fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"You've had a blowjob, right?" He hesitates.

"No," he answers.

"No? Would you like one?" His eyes are locked on mine. It feels like minutes have passed when I finally get a small nod from him. It's not enough.

"I'm gonna need more from you," I smooth my hands down his pecs. "I need to hear 'Yes, Love'."

I pepper kisses all over his chest, suctioning at his wet skin. I take his left nipple in my mouth and place it between my teeth, lightly nibbling. A gruntled moan falls from his lips and his head falls back.

"Yes, Love."

"My beautiful boy, I love when you say my name." I hum, content with his reaction.

I get on my knees and pull on his trunks. His dick is bulging and begging to be freed. I rush to pull the wet fabric from his skin. He twitches when my thumb brushes against his pubic hair. I take him in my hand and slowly start to pump. I watch his head fall forward, mouth open in pleasure. My tongue quickly darts out to lick the pre-cum off his tip. Swirling my tongue around his dick, causes his hands to bunch up at his sides, not knowing what to do with them. A whimper leaves his lips as I plant several kisses along his shaft.

"Hands on your head." I stop pumping to take him all in my mouth, I push his tip to the back of my throat. I swallow harshly, squeezing his already throbbing dick.

Muttering of prayers to God can be heard as I go down on him, his words only fuel me more, I want to be sure he truly enjoys himself. After all, this isn't something he's done before. I want to make it memorable for him.

"Oh god, please... don't stop." He sounds like he's in pain, but the look on his face shows otherwise. Small beads of sweat have formed on his creased forehead, and the heat from outside warms the locker room to a toasty 95°. His skin is sticky and he's selfishly hiding his eyes from me, screwed shut so tightly he may be seeing stars. If he continues biting his bottom lip the way he is, he'll start to draw blood.

Getting to watch him like this has my body growing in a second heartbeat. But it's not about me right now. My hand softly massages his balls, he is enjoying this, and quite frankly so am I. A surge of pride flows through me when his knees buckle. I swallow around him again, trying to take as much of him in my mouth. My nose was only centimeters from his pubic hair.

His eyes flutter open and closed, teasing me with the sight of his beautiful eyes. I take my hand away from his balls and wrap both hands around his thick shaft. Pumping my mouth and suctioning on the tip of his dick. As I simultaneously pleasure him with my mouth and hands, I watch him fight to catch his breath. He looks stunning in his state of pure bliss.

"Love, I'm close." He moans. "Love, please." He begs, I'm not sure for what. I'll get on my knees every night, as long as he keeps saying my name like that.

I pull him closer by his hips and work my mouth around him, slurping up every bit he gives me. A trail of spit drips down my chin as I take him down my throat again. I can't stop the moan that leaves my mouth. His head falls forward as the moan from my pleasure vibrates around his dick.

"Love, Love, Love, Love, Love..." he trails off, serenading me with my name.

His twitching becomes more sloppy in my mouth, pre cum slips from his tip to my tongue. I pull away, gasping for air, and waste no time taking his balls in my mouth. Softly suckling on his sensitive area. I lick my way back up to his tip and take him in my mouth again. I think my cheeks out as a pump my hands at a quicker pace. He glided down my throat, making my eyes water. A grunt leaves his throat, so loud I'm pretty sure the people by the pool heard.

His body is ready to give up, so tired from standing and the constant pleasure I'm causing. He's in a daze, so close to the edge that he's unable to keep himself up. I watch as his knees shake and his eyes fight to stay open. His lips part open and his tongue lap his bottom lip as he smirks, releasing down my throat, coating my walls. A smile adorns his soft pink lips.

He looks freshly mouth fucked.

Harry takes me by surprise when he lifts me off my knees and kisses me aggressively. I relax into the kiss and bask in his softness. I slip my tongue out across his lips and he invites me in, tongues lapping over each other. There's no rush in the kiss, just us enjoying each other.

He breaks the kiss, "The pool is closing soon." He says forlornly. He grabs a clean towel from the bench and wipes it around my mouth.

"I know, you'll have to leave first. Don't want people thinking anything." I finish cleaning my face.

"Can't you wait for me?" He begs.

"Not tonight, I've got some things to handle," I state.

"Come back for me tomorrow." He smirks down at me.

"I only come here because of you, Harry." I quirk my eyebrows at him.

"Oh, is that right?" He kisses my lips one last time and pushes me out the door.

Being so wrapped up in the feeling of his lips, we forgot to leave the locker room separately.

Oh well.

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per @setsailslash ‘s request when i asked for prompts to keep me occupied, here’s uhm some furry brujay necking drabble lmao

a spiritual/informal successor to howl’s it going, all you need to know is that jason got zapped into a fuck-off massive were-jackal on date night.

this is what happens after they get back to home.

Jason sits on the bed, a giant Alaskan king named presumably because it’s as wide across as two Alaskan king crabs holding, uhm, claws, and tries to stifle his tail because the wagging is so vigorous it probably feels like an earthquake to Bruce.

To Bruce, who’s freshly washed but still smells scrumptious, in pyjamas and a silky dressing gown because behind the doors to his bedroom the man’s a lot more willing to admit he’s a creature who craves some comfort. He’s leaning near the headboard with a pillow supporting his bad back, looking at Jason with clear amusement in his eyes.

Jason wants to tear his ribs out and then curl up and in, god love him. He’s salivating, he’s panting, and he’s holding on to self-control by the thinnest scrape of some wicked, wicked claws.

He tears straight through it, though, everything gives way, when Bruce smirks and crosses his legs, ankles neatly crossed and he’s looking as demure as a church mouse. Bruce neatly tugs on the hem of his dressing gown, smooths it down over his thigh, looks for all the world like a prim and proper man, but when he glances over at Jason he’s so so smug.

It’s an insane feedback mechanism between insane people. Jason gets self-satisfaction to see Bruce lounging in comfort, Bruce gets off on Jason feeling smug, Jason then gets off because Bruce is getting off, Bruce gets off because-

It’s the stuff of Dick’s nightmares, probably. Days when Bruce putters about the Manor in extra warm sweats, a particularly smooth cashmere sweater with a neck so turtled it brushes against the corners of his jaw when he’s looking down on something, those are the nights when Jason climbs in through the bedroom window and, uh, they get together like two king crabs holding hands on their Alaskan king bed.

Bruce warm and comfortable (and unbearably sweet) in his fuzzy little dressing gown is this relationship’s version of a vehement yes, even when the question is ‘Would you want me even if I became a 7 foot tall werewolf?’

Jason leaps, clears almost 10 feet in a single bound, and lands on all fours on top of Bruce who lets out a little oomph. “You better know what you’ve gotten yourself into,” Jason threatens, voice a low growl muffled by how deep he’s got his muzzle under Bruce’s collar. “Babe if that was just a tease I’m gonna respectfully let you go but as soon as I’m human again I’m tearing you a new one.”

Bruce laughs, scritches behind Jason’s ear, and overall is shockingly good-natured about being slobbered on for a man so fastidious one full compartment of his utility belt is just biodegradable wet wipes. “You should already know,” he murmurs, low and fond and warm, “that there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you, Jaybird.”

Used to be that that statement would sting, would have Jason rearing back and going how can you have a limit for what you would do for me?

Used to be that Jason couldn’t see that it’s not a matter of wills and won’ts; it’s a matter of cans and can’ts.

Man can’t kill the Joker for him, and sure, that sucks.

Man can love him still, before death then during then after, can smile and sink into the bed so’s he can swing his legs up and then sweetly struggle to get them ‘round Jason’s much thicker waist, so Jason’s pretty happy to say he’s come out ahead.

“B,” he says, hopeless and horny and stupid with it. “I’m gonna mess you up so bad tonight.”

His tail’s whipping up a storm.

Bruce just scoffs, before tilting his head back and baring far too much neck, a challenge in his eyes.

“Promise?”

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Reactions if you please (or tiny filet for one/each) Hondo Ohnaka, Cad Bane, and Shriv Surgaav react to their respective ladies suprising them with a tasty homecooked meal?

Hondo Ohnaka would be appreciative of your home-cooked meal.

He would give you a *chef’s kiss* even if he hated it.

If it turns out you couldn’t cook, he will pretend to like it anyway.

If he’s drunk enough, he will eat anything when hungry.

“Tu what du I owe de honor, my dear?” Hondo rounded you, wafting his hand midair to entice the aroma towards his nostrils as they flared. It smelled delicious, not unlike the woman who had undertaken the task of making it – he grinned devilishly at you before he sat down at your table.

“Dis looks divine, but I simply cannot wait tou eat dessert. I daresay, I hope et’s pie.”

Oooh, he was sly…

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Cad Bane would eye the plate suspiciously.

He may very well poke it a few times with his utensil.

I can see him raising his brow ridge at you, questioning your motives.

He will be honest with you if it’s terrible.

“S’not poisoned, is it? Dun pissed ye off an ye tryin’ t’kill me? Dhat it?” The Duros poked at the spread you had placed before him. It looked edible, but he was overtly cautious. People just didn’t do things for him out of the goodness of their hearts, they had a rhyme or reason. Was it to put him in an early grave, or did you want something?

IF he trusts you …

He would still be cautious, but he would take a bite to make you happy.

He would chew slowly to scrutinize every hint of flavor, or to not let on how much he likes or hates it, depending.

He would have to think very hard and carefully before deciding to either praise or insult you.

In fact, he might not say anything at all, leaving you at a loss, or perhaps upset.

Bane took a bite of the dish you had prepared. He chewed slowly, savoring the taste. You couldn’t tell one way or the other if he was enjoying it, or if he was holding in his comments so as to spare you. He ate in silence before getting up to leave. He wiped his mouth gingerly, tipped his hat, then placed a toothpick between his teeth. You sighed, realizing you would never know the truth.

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Shriv Suurgav would be ecstatic you cared enough about him to do something nice for him.

If it tasted terrible, he would be honest, but he would try to let you down easy.

If he upset you, he would feel horribly guilty and berate himself for being such a dick even if he meant well, though perhaps nonverbally (cursing himself inside his head).

He might question why you ever bothered to go out of your way for him, and depending on your answer he might choke, or blush profusely.

“F-for me? You didn’t have to do all this! I’m not worth it, sweetheart.” The Duros felt nothing but gratitude for you. He was terrible at remembering to eat, and even more terrible at cooking. He rubbed his rostrum along your nose before sitting down to partake of your home-cooked meal, feeling somewhat nervous as you had sat down right across from him.

He took a bite, chewing slowly; his face brightened as he realized it was scrumptious. You smiled coyly at him as your foot ran up his ankle, his shin, and along his thigh. He nearly choked as he blinked briskly at you, his fork hovering outside his now open mouth.

“Hurry up, Shriv. That’s not even the main course,” you crooned.

Suurgav felt his cheeks go navy blue - fierfek, he was sooo into you.

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usagisbanexd · 11 months

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the slave strikes the bells upon her feet, her tongue like sick in her throat. blood pools. shiny object. hysterical imperatives over the radio. her goddess raiment the curtain hiding her wounds, her blood soaking into the fabric, paler than the fabric, hidden by the fabric, and her compatriots all around her worshipping rocks with their heads, sixty children bashing their skulls against skulls, and she thinks it’s ok computer, she’s just one trembling girl, trembling like a mannequin, wearing your clothes, trembling indisposable, trembling for the rats suckling at her ankles, all this is real, she really hates god, she doesn’t believe in devils in control of the nuclear codes, the slave must invest in benevolence, don’t you see, fool? the slave must invest in benevolence. and she dances over to you, her ankles hobbled by chains, and she belongs to herself, unvestigial, freed, bound in levers you cannot see for want of eyes that search for honesty, and this is called mundane description, the slave sees the world as it is.

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“of course you’re wishing for something, you asked me to light your candle,” says the wicked sea witch with the nuclear codes, undaunted by honest appeal.

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the slave min bleeds.

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July My Mom and sister came to visit. This month was filled with eating good food, and spending time with them. I have many many photos, both of the food and with them. this was also the time of my OJT phase in CDS (Changi Defense Squadron). I spent countless hours sitting in the ops room studying for my tests, roughly 16 hours a day. Alongside seeing my first aircraft carrier USS RONALD REAGAN, I managed to pass all my tests on my fifth mount due to some complications with COVID. Mid month, my sister and mom flew back to Canada. I went to buy my first pair of climbing shoes, and came back to the hotel, and collapsed in tears. It wouldn’t be for another year before I would likely see them face-to-face again. Back to navy related things, there was something everyone had to pass, a turnout test. The timing to hit was 1:30. it wasn’t impossible, but very physically demanding. However, that wasn’t the worst part. The siren in the bunk was. It was an Air raid siren, and some brilliant genius decided to take off the muffler. My seniors informed me that if you sat for a minute listening to the siren, it would cause permanent hearing damage. Needless to say, I have mild PTSD from that thing. Anyways, I managed to pass my OJT batch turnout in three tries, and fell out of junior batch turnout after 1 attempt as I slipped and crashed into multiple bikes be for carrying on.

August Nothing much of note occurred during August. I started flashing 7s at Bff climb, hit 100kg deadlift on reps, and decided that I would patch up a bomber jacket with patches of FWS (Foreign Warships) I got. I purchased an Alpha Industries bomber jacket for $160 and set that aside. I carried on with the rest of my OJT phase... waiting for the new batch of OJTs to come.

September As many of my friends went commenced their second year of university, my batchmate, Zavier, and I started teaching our juniors the ropes. 3SG Alden, 3SG Lyon, and PTE Matthew. By the way, there’s something Sus about Alden, we’ll need to conduct a phone check on him eventually. After a very much uneventful first month, they managed to pass their tests by their fifth mount. I started wilding out on patches, meeting many foreign sailors along the way. I introduced my 72 batchmates to bouldering. We spent the day climbing. Shoutout to my Plt 2 72 boys, Zavier, Kai Jie, Aniq, and Colby. Solid guys. However, my seniors, 68 batch, were about to ORD. We custom ordered some tags for them with callsigns.

October October was uneventful, but well, uneventful is good amidst chaos at times. I went out with Irving to do some photography, teaching him a little about editing along the way. This was the first month I completed an 8 at BFF climb, super proud of my progress. I should start working toward better footwork. Also, 30th October marked the end of Kaguya-Sama: Love is War manga series, I’m sad it ended, BUT, Kaguya and Shirogane get married so all is well.

November Yet another uneventful month. One of my climbing vids popped off with 1k views, and I met new bouldering friends, Clair, ZiYi, and Jhean. I also went solo climbing for the first time... hit my first 8 I did without a beta.

December The final month of the year. My uncle visited CNB (Changi Naval Base) and we got to tour a bunch of the warships, they were, realllllyyyyyy coool. I also travelled to Malaysia (first time abroad with friends), to go climbing and eat food. There was this scrumptious burger, Woodfire? I think the burger place was called, definitely need to go back there. We went climbing, karaoke, and ate food, a trip to remember. The 74s came in shortly after, at the start of December, and I entered my supervising batch. I started having a lot of fun in camp, doing silly things with my friends.Took a selfie with a rat too. I purchased my second pair of climbing shoes, before taking an incredibly bad fall and dislocating my ankle, those shoes gonna be collecting a little bit of dust. Was on crutches for a while. I was appointed 2IC recently, and currently shadowing the 2IC to learn. Other than that, more warships, and the festive season, where mine wasn’t so festive... ahahahaha. Expanded the patch collection though, it’s looking mad sick.

But yea, 2022 was a productive year. I met so many new friends. I just want to shoutout to Yida and Tien Loung for teaching me everything in CDS, as well as Zavier my tower buddy. We still have quite the journey together, but it’s been a heck of a time with you guys. The ending is definitely rushed, but I just had 2 cups of coffee and I’m on a caffeine high so yea, BYE!

To 2023, where new adventures await!

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edgessystem · 2 years

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Batman Chiroptera: practice scene 6

[ID: Pamela Isley (left, white woman, orange hair, green dress with ruffles, green clutch purse) moves to sit down next to Selina Kyle (right, white woman, blonde hair, pink dress, white clutch purse). They are in an audience of other women drawn in silhouette.]

9:30PM, May 7 'C7

Selina slid into her seat and delicately crossed one ankle over the other. Maven sat beside her, looking significantly more bedraggled. Selina handed her her compact and whispered in a low voice, "touch yourself up, dear. Your makeup's smudged."

Maven flushed as she accepted the small mirror. It was cute how flustered she got whenever Selina paid her extra attention, but Selina didn't much care for cute. Maven was her assistant, and while she knew she was in love with her, the idea of pursuing a romantic relationship didn't thrill her. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the occasional secretive affair with her in a broom closet at a very public event, however. After all, if there was one thing Selina was always after, it was a thrill, and there were only a few things more thrilling than the risk of being discovered in such a compromising position.

Her attention turned to the stage as the announcer tapped the microphone twice to test if it was on. She was a stout woman wearing a gaudy orange dress. Even from where she sat, Selina could tell that the pearls around her neck were fake.

"Ladies," the announcer said, then paused as the crowd cheered. Selina rolled her eyes, but lightly joined in with the excitement despite herself. "Welcome to the John Hill Foundation's annual charity auction," the announcer continued, "My name is Beth Hill, and I am proud to announce that this year we're auctioning off boys."

The crowd cheered again, much louder this time. The undercurrent of sexual frustration was palpable in the air, and Selina found that she couldn't relate. These women repressed themselves because of some misguided idea of what a 'proper woman' should be and do, and then let it all out in these ridiculous displays. They'd be much happier if they did what she did and slept with whoever they wanted whenever they wanted without a care for propriety.

Selina wasn't there for the boys. She was there for the charity, unlike, it seemed, the rest of the women in there.

As if to prove her wrong, a redhead in a dark green dress sat down in the chair next to her, equally unenthused. They gave each other a polite smile in greeting before turning their attentions back to the stage as the cheering died down.

"We have a line up of eight of Gotham's most eligible bachelors here tonight, and eight lucky women will be taking them home!" Beth motioned for the curtain behind her to open, revealing the eight men mentioned. If Selina thought the first two cheers were loud, this one was deafening. She was glad that neither of the women directly beside her joined in for fear she might actually suffer hearing damage.

The men, as promised, were mostly celebrities. Selina recognized a few of them. Famous actor Matthew Hagen, was obvious; she'd seen his face in enough movies to recognize him from a mile away. Then there was a young man who'd been in the tabloids a lot lately. Selina didn't remember his name, but he was known as something of a bad boy. If she had to choose any of the men to actually go on a date with, she would pick him. More importantly, though, was the man standing at the back of the group, trying―and failing―to hide all six foot two of himself away. It was Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham. She was fairly certain he was famous simply for being famous, which was a situation she never much cared for. It annoyed her that he was the one she would be bidding on.

"Now ladies, remember: this is for charity. You're not only vying for a date with these scrumptious men, you're also donating to the charity they represent," Beth said. "Each of the bachelors will tell you a little bit about their charity before setting the minimum bid. Then it's all up to you! Whatever ends up the final price, they're going to match. So don't be afraid to dig deep into those purses of yours. It's all for a good cause, after all!"

Excited giggles flashed through the crowd.

"I can tell you're all excited to get on with the auction, so without further ado... our first bachelor: He's a celebrity prosecutor who's making a name for himself by trying only the highest of high profile cases. But we all know what he's really famous for. Just look at him! I give you Mr. Harvey Dent!"

Mr. Dent introduced himself and his charity. He was supporting a local conservation area―one with the last known wild patch of an endangered species of roses. His starting bid of two hundred quickly went to eight, before plateauing at just under a thousand. She might have bid herself, if she hadn't had bigger fish to fry later in the auction.

The redhead beside her pursed her lips before raising her paddle for the last bid: an even thousand. She smiled as the date was rewarded to her and the announcer told her to come backstage after the auction to get his contact details. She turned to Selina. "It's a bit high for me, but all for a good cause, yes?"

Selina nodded, giving the other woman an appraising look. The way she presented herself, Selina never would have guessed that one grand was the top of her budget. The dress she wore was designer, and the color set off her emerald eyes perfectly. "All for a good cause," Selina agreed, speaking in a hushed tone over Beth as she introduced the next bachelor.

"I'm Pamela," the redhead introduced, holding out a subtle hand to shake.

Selina took it with her practiced socialite smile. "Selina," she responded. "And this is my assistant, Maven," she added with a wave to... an empty chair? She raised her head and looked around the room.

Pamela suppressed a giggle. "I think she went to the powder room."

A terse smile fell on Selina's lips as the conversation died. She turned back to the front of the room to watch and wait for her time to shine. She zoned out for the majority of the auction. It was all a haze of unremarkable, boring men offering uninspired speeches and championing unimportant charities to her. Not that they weren't worthy causes. She was sure that at least most of them were, but they weren't important to her.

She didn't care about foreign food aid or a new elder care wing at Gotham General Hospital, as awful as she knew that would make her look if she admitted it out loud. The only charities she'd ever deemed worthy of her late father's stacks of cash were animal welfare organizations.

"And finally, at last but most certainly, most definitely not least: Our very own Prince of Gotham, Mr. Bruce Wayne!" the announcer said, finally breaking Selina out of her thoughts. This was what she was waiting for.

Mr. Wayne stepped back out onto the stage―when had he left?―with a dog walking obediently by his heel. Selina scoffed to herself. Of course they would choose a dog to represent the new animal shelter. Gotham had a much larger stray cat population, but nobody seemed to care about them as much.

"Good evening," Mr. Wayne started his speech. Selina didn't pay much attention beyond that. She knew the charity he was supporting and didn't need to listen to his sales pitch. She barely stifled a yawn when he got down on his knees to pet the dog. She hadn't slept well the night before―nightmares―and it was getting quite late.

"Does nothing interest you?" Pamela asked in a hushed voice, leaning over so that their shoulders bumped each other.

Selina chuckled. "No, not really."

Pamela looked at her with unmasked confusion. "Then why are you here?"

Selina gave Pamela a conspiratorial smile. "You'll see."

She returned her attention to the stage just in time to catch the end of Mr. Wayne's short speech. "-truly believe in this cause, so while the other bachelors are matching their top bids, I will be tripling mine!"

Selina had to admit that she was impressed. She knew that Mr. Wayne had a lot of money to throw around, but he had to know that his price would end up quite high.

"We'll start the bid at five hundred dollars," Bruce said, handing the microphone back to Beth.

Immediately, a woman in the front row screamed "Six hundred!" followed by another that called "Seven!" then "Eight!"

Selina sat back and bided her time. There was no point bothering competing with this flurry of lower bids when she knew she was going to pay her maximum no matter what. She might as well let the other women have their fun before she dashed their hopes and dreams. Maybe she'd even give the date to the second runner up when all was said and done.

"I have eight thousand," Beth said, pointing at an older woman with silver streaks in her hair. "Do I have eighty-five hundred?" There was a tense silence. "Eighty-two hundred?" Nothing. "Eighty-one hundred?" Nobody seemed willing to challenge the woman. "Bruce Wayne going to number twenty-three for eight thousand, going once!" Selina scowled. She would have thought he'd have drummed up a little more support for the kittens before petering out like that. "Going twice!"

Selina raised her hand, the first time she had that night. "Twenty-five thousand dollars!" she called out through the tense silence.

The room gasped as one, all turning their attention to Selina. She smiled smugly as she raised her paddle to show her number, catching the eye of the furious older woman who'd bid eight. Even Mr. Wayne himself, who looked disinterested at best was staring at her with a shocked expression.

"Tw-twenty-five thousand dollars, for number thirty-eight," Beth stammered after taking a moment to recover. "Does anyone raise?"

Of course no one did, though the room alighted with whispers. "I thought you weren't interested?" Pamela hissed.

"All for a good cause," she said with a sweet smile. It drew a surprised laugh out of the redhead.

"Sold, to number thirty-eight! What an enormous donation!" Beth announced. "Thank you everyone for coming, and sorry to those of you who wanted a date but couldn't get one. If you still wish to donate to one of the charities presented, there are collection baskets in the lobby. As for our winners, please make your way to the stage. Thank you, and good night, everybody," she rattled off in a practiced manner.

The crowd rose and began filing out of the hall, heading towards the back doors. Selina followed them before being stopped by Pamela's hand on her shoulder. "The stage is that way," she said.

Selina shrugged. "You want him?"

Pamela blinked twice in quick succession. "What?"

"Because I don't."

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A/N: My apologies to anyone who was expecting this to come out yesterday. I’m trying to keep to a Thursday posting schedule for Chiroptera, but I was in too much pain the past few days to get it ready until today.

master list | scene 5 | scene 7

#batman #batman au #batman chiroptera #selina kyle #pamela isley #bruce wayne #harvey dent #selina kyle pov

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dudeandduchess · 3 years

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Baseball Player!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: ❌📛🔞Locker Room Fun🔞📛❌ (Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Summary: (Y/n) visits her husband during training, and is in for a surprise when he makes the most of things… in the locker room.

Note: After a while of thinking, I decided to finally pick this back up. Also, I didn’t have much time to research, so the description for the stadium’s interior is based solely on my experience. 😅

Warnings: Smut, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering, Mild D/s Themes, Daddy Kink, Creampie, Hair Pulling, Loud Sex, Mild Sadism, Semi-Public Sex

***

If (Y/n) were to take a guess, she would say that Kyōjurō was doing what he was doing just to tease her. From the way that his ass looked so good in those pants, to the way that he would stretch his arms up over his head and show off his muscles— she had to admit that he looked scrumptious.

Tasty enough to make her bite down on her bottom lip, as she squeezed her legs together to alleviate the need building between her thighs.

But, as far as she knew, Kyōjurō couldn’t have known that she was there— since her visit was supposed to be a surprise. That fact made it so that Kyō wasn’t doing anything on purpose; he was just that naturally sexy.

Especially with the way that his uniform clung to him, and the way that a few strands of his hair peeked out from beneath the cap he wore. Everything about him had (Y/n) fighting back her lust, and she was barely winning.

However, when Kyōjurō spotted her in the stands, he gave her a cheeky grin and wave— as well as a saucy wink— that had her practically swooning in her seat. It was just fortunate that she was good at keeping a poker face, otherwise everyone would have known just how flustered she felt inside.

And with the way that he started stretching his legs, and squatting on the field… (Y/n) swore that Kyōjurō was really trying to get mauled, by her specifically. Unfortunately for him, his wife had more self control than he gave her credit for.

If anything, he was the insatiable one when it came to sex.

So, instead of outwardly feeding into his provocation, (Y/n) merely clenched her thighs tighter together; simultaneously wishing for Kyōjurō’s practice game to drag on, and be over already— because it meant she could either keep on ogling his sexy ass, or she could finally get the kiss that she’d been craving since after he left that morning.

An hour and a half later though, the game was already over with Kyōjurō’s team winning with a two-point lead. Cheers were thrown around, as well as friendly thumps on each other’s shoulders— yet Kyōjurō merely grinned at his teammates and threw a wave over his shoulder, before dashing towards the ground railings and lifting himself up onto the bleacher area with ease.

He even found himself taking the stairs two at a time— like that would help him get to his wife faster. Meanwhile, (Y/n) got out of her seat and met him halfway; arms wide open as her husband wrapped his own arms around her waist and hugged her tightly to his chest.

“I missed you, baby!” And without so much as a care about their spectators, Kyōjurō leaned in and slanted his lips against his wife’s delectable mouth. He even went saucier and opened his lips to snake his tongue between her lips— loving the way that she immediately gave in to his whim.

From below, they could hear whistles and cat calls, yet they paid it no mind. Rather, (Y/n) couldn’t focus on anything else except Kyōjurō’s lips sucking on her tongue, as well as his hands making their way down to her ass. And, unmistakably, she could feel his cock slowly getting hard against her.

“I can tell, Kyō,” (Y/n) answered with a cheeky grin, catching her breath during the reprieve that her husband had given her. “I can help you out with that… at home.”

“I can’t wait that long, (Y/n). I want you so bad,” Kyōjurō whispered heatedly, cupping her ass in his hands and pushing his erection more insistently against her body. He would have given in and just fucked her right there, especially with how tempting she looked from the moment he saw her, but he really wasn’t in the mood to be fined for indecent exposure.

So, as if a lightbulb went on in his head, Kyōjurō put a stopper on his overflowing need for his wife, and blurted out, “I have an idea… but we just have to wait a few minutes.”

“Why do I both love and hate the sound of that?”

“Trust me, baby. You’ll love it.”

***

And not even half an hour later, (Y/n) found herself getting dragged into the underbelly of the stadium; her footsteps echoing against the concrete floors and walls.

Everything was so wide and spacious, with carts going to and fro every once in a while. It was honestly a little daunting, which was why (Y/n) found herself hugging her husband’s arm; on top of already holding his hand.

Kyōjurō also smiled and waved at a few people, even going to accept a few hand shakes and pats on his shoulder from people they passed by. He was the epitome of a golden boy in baseball, that it was literally stated in his contract that he had to keep up a good rapport with his fans.

And (Y/n) couldn’t help but let her thoughts get the better of her— admiring her husband so much, that it made her want him so much more than she did before. Everything in her told her to pounce on him, like he had with her, and she was about to…

That was, until she and Kyōjurō reached a door that led off to a carpeted— and much quieter— area; away from the hustle and bustle of the people outside.

It smelled like disinfectant in there, and a little bit of sweat, which was why she was thankful that Kyōjurō practically ran with her deeper into the room; until they reached the showers. On one side was the communal shower area, and on the other— where her husband was pulling her to— were a few shower cubicles.

Kyōjurō wasted no time then, merely looking around to check if his teammates were already back from their cooldown workouts, before stripping his uniform off and heaping them in a pile right outside the stall.

All the while, (Y/n) could only bite down on her bottom lip as inch upon inch of her husband’s skin was revealed to her. And from the way that his abs looked, down to the way that his muscles moved— everything was making her so wet and needy.

Especially the sight of his big and hard cock.

Before she could stop herself, she had already pounced on him; wrapping her arms around his neck, while he lifted her up and held her up under her thighs. Thankfully, she had conveniently ‘forgotten’ to wear any panties beneath her sundress— as if a part of her just knew that it was going to happen.

Kyōjurō then pressed her back flush against the cold tile in the stall, making her gasp at the sudden temperature change, and making his cock twitch right where it was flush against (Y/n)’s pussy.

“Be quiet, baby, otherwise we’re going to get caught,” the young man teased with a grin, leaning in to kiss his wife’s lips, before nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth.

The action had (Y/n) chasing after the blond’s lips, making the blond chuckle as he gave in to her wishes; capturing her mouth in an open mouthed kiss, which she gladly reciprocated.

Until Kyōjurō inched his right hand higher up the underside of her thigh, pressing his fingers against her entrance and even pushing his ring and middle fingers inside up to the first knuckle.

That action, however, was already enough to have (Y/n) moaning in pleasure, all while she crossed her legs by the ankles— using that leverage to start rubbing her clit against the underside of Kyōjurō’s erection.

“Please, Daddy,” (Y/n) whispered in a plea, eyes fluttering closed as she felt his fingers going deeper inside her— scissoring within her walls, all to get her much wetter for something bigger.

“Please what, baby? You have to tell me what you want,” The young man teased, kissing his wife’s cheek as he felt her thighs clench harder around his hips.

And, as if to stir her up even more, he began to move his hips against hers— dragging his cock against her clit, in turn making her eyes flutter shut as salacious moans spilled free from her lips. “Please… fuck me. Fuck m-”

(Y/n)’s words were brought to a pause when she felt Kyōjurō’s fingers pull out of her, leaving her pussy feeling so empty; much, much needier. However, before she could even beg for more, her husband had already taken pity on her and lifted her up a little bit, if only to align his cock right with her entrance.

Then, he pushed in the barest inch— making (Y/n) moan aloud as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her breaths came in short bursts then, with her head feeling so heavy and her entire body getting so warm for him. It was as if an electric current passed through her, with how much pleasure she got from that one move alone.

Kyōjurō couldn’t help himself, he pushed in even more, gritting his teeth when he felt (Y/n)’s hands at the back of his neck— one of them scratching at his nape, while the other one curled into his hair. “Fuck, baby, I didn’t even eat you out but you’re this wet.”

“I’ve been wet since I saw you on the field, Daddy,” The young woman admitted through a moan, eyes hazy with delirious pleasure even as she tried to look right into her husband’s flame colored eyes.

At that, Kyōjurō claimed her lips in a kiss, letting it consume both of them until he moved his hips to begin thrusting against her. Every push of his cock inside her had her moaning against his mouth, all while her fingers kept tugging at his hair and gently scratching at his nape.

It only served to egg him on, to the point where a part of him didn’t care about how loud they were being; not when he was drowning in so much pleasure, and so much warmth in his wife’s arms.

Really, he’d already known that he was so lucky to have her— that moment was just reminding him of how much.

Every move felt like it was knocking the breath out of (Y/n), yet she held on tight and let herself sink into the heady pleasure she had been craving for. Especially when Kyōjurō pushed in really deep and brushed against her cervix.

Her legs tensed up at that, as a mix of white hot pleasure with just a hint of pain, ran down her entire body. “Deeper, Daddy! Deeper, please!”

Kyōjurō did as she asked, angling his hips to hit the part that made her absolutely crazy, only to be rewarded by her tightening her legs around his hips so she could meet him thrust for thrust. Her efforts weren’t doing much, but it was enough for him— given how he had her pressed up against the shower wall.

In the midst of things, he’d almost forgotten about his teammates— and how they would be done with their cooldown workouts soon— so, when the thought hit him, he began to thrust faster. He chased after his and his wife’s orgasms enthusiastically, not minding the noise they made since he was sure that no one other than them were in the showers.

If anything, them being so loud was turning him on even more. Especially with the way that his wife kept moaning his name in between kisses; he was loving every second of it, and wanted to prolong it as much as possible.

But slowly, he could feel the pleasure finally about to reach a tipping point within him. It was evident in his wife too, what with the way that her walls clenched down around his cock.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought that she was trying to keep his cock in her forever. A hot thought, but definitely well within the realms of fantasy more than reality.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” He whispered through winded breaths, keeping up with his initial pace before going for one last burst of speed— a move that had (Y/n) keening in pleasure, as she threw her head back and came around his cock.

It was the headiest thing that he had seen since the night before, when he’d fucked her much harder with her all tied up in their bed. And it also served to have him opting for slower and deeper thrusts, all so he could savor his own orgasm— and maybe wring out another one from her.

Her walls fluttered around his dick, adding to the headiness he already felt bubbling within him; pushing him closer and closer to the edge, until he couldn’t take it anymore and gave in— sliding his cock in to the hilt and pressing his slit up against (Y/n)’s sweet spot as he came.

He could even feel her shaking, as it triggered another orgasm from her.

And by the time that his thoughts were clear enough to make sense of what had just happened, he pulled back a little to look at how blissed out his wife was; feeling the corners of his lips tip up into a smile, before he leaned in to press the sweetest of kisses to those lips that he loved the most in the world.

“I’m so lucky to have you, baby. So, so lucky.”

***

BONUS:

“Has anyone seen where Rengoku went?”

Kyōjurō’s eyes immediately widened when he heard the voices coming down the hall— right into the shower area. And with a panicked look over his shoulder, then right at his wife, he had only realized that he didn’t even pull the shower curtain closed.

So, with his quick reflexes, he pulled the curtain closed just in time to hear the first of his teammates enter the shower area.

“Hey, Rengoku’s already here! His things are on the floor.” And those words had Kyō panicking even more, because there he was— with his dick still in his wife— in the team’s shower.

“We are not doing this again, Kyōjurō,” (Y/n) hissed under her breath, all while praying that no one would mess with her husband and open the curtain. Because really, they’d get more than they bargained for.

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mindninjax · 3 years

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It’ll Take Some Convincing

Pairing: Zeke x Reader, Levi x Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+) IF YOU'RE A MINOR CLICK THE FUCK OFF RIGHT NOW.

Warnings: Orgasm denial, Hand Jobs, Exhibitionism, Cucking, Voyeurism, Teasing, Zeke, Levi being scrumptious

Word Count: 3.3K

a/n: THERE ARE MANGA SPOILERS IN THIS! IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED DO NOT READ THIS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Ok now for the actual note, guess who's back and sharing Zeke content. Me. It's me. What better way to come back to this hell app than with the trash man himself. ANYWHOO I don't wanna toot my own horn with this one but uhhh @ever-enthralled beta read this for me and it got her to thirst for Levi so like... you know it's gonna be good folks.

Clear blue eyes follow you around the camp, watching your every movement, cultivating your attention as you gather more wood for the fire. Zeke’s slimy tongue slithers over his cracked lips, trying and failing to moisturize them as he thinks of how soft your lips would be against his.

The sway of your hips, the flex of your muscles, the way your ass jiggles when you crouch down to readjust the log for the fire is agonizing. Not because you’re painfully beautiful, which is indeed a fact, but that Zeke can’t get to you, can’t have his hands all over you, that is the tragedy.

The captain watches him squirm with an ever watchful eye. He can’t remember the last time he blinked, but he’ll be damned if he does and this monkey bastard transforms into a Titan and tries to get away. He glares at Zeke, watching the way his feet dig into the dirt, and his wrists and ankles pull against the tight binds, tied by the captain himself to ensure no means of escape. The deep seated hate festers, Erwin’s last command ever present in Levi’s mind, he grinds his teeth as he follows Zeke's gaze to you.

Zeke’s eyes are running over your body, following every curve, watching every bounce; he’s inhaling the faint floral scent that’s always been wrapped around you like a disgusting bloodhound who's found its favorite smell. You’re his prey, but Levi will be damned if he ever lets you get close to him.

When it’s time to serve Zeke water, Levi watches you play rock paper scissors with the other soldiers in the circle and lose before glancing dejectedly over to the disgustingly alluring captive. The other luckier soldiers gather their belongings and head to their tents for the night.

You pick up the water canteen and make your way slowly over to him. Levi watches intently, hand on his swords, ready to strike if need be. He knows he doesn’t need to come to your rescue, you're a capable soldier, one of the strongest ones here in fact.

“Ah, so I’ve been lucky enough to have you bless me with your presence,” Zeke says, smiling as you approach him. You roll your eyes, becoming used to the compliments he showers you with in a pathetic attempt to court you.

“Water,” you reply, bending down next to him.

“So it is. Tell me, do you enjoy the taste of wine?” he inquires, peaking an eyebrow.

“I like to keep my mind and skills sharp in case you try anything funny so no,” you snap.

“Hmm...Perfect,” he replies with a smile.

You roll your eyes again when he looks at you with big wide pleading eyes and puckers his lips toward you. You place the spout of the canteen to his lips and tilt it so he can drink. The water slides down his gullet as he drinks noisily. When you move the spout away from his lips and screw the cap back on, he licks his lips seductively and says, “I always imagine it’s your lips , when it’s time for my water breaks.”

You glare at him, try to stifle your anger at his words, but the slick comment slips from your lips before you’re able to stop it. “I wouldn’t kiss you if my life depended on it,” you spit back to him. “That’s what they all say doll, but I’m sure the devils here on Paradis don’t know anything about eating pussy. I’m sure I could change your mind from that alone,” he says grinning at you and raising his eyebrows. You’re shocked at the lewdness of his words, but it doesn’t deter you enough from snapping back with a more biting comment. “I wouldn’t let you near my pussy if humanity depended on it. Nice try though,” you say, standing and walking away from him. You’re so infuriated you don’t realize you’re about to run into the captain himself. When you look into his eyes, your cheeks grow hot and you think he’s staring at you disapprovingly. “I’m sorry Captain, I know you ordered us not to speak to him unless needed...” “What did he say to you?” The captain asks in a stern voice. You look away embarrassed, not wanting to repeat his disgusting words. “Nothing you’d be interested in hearing sir,” you mutter. “I asked you what he said,” he replies shortly. When you stutter out Zeke’s filthy phrase, Levi turns back to him and glares. Zeke chuckles, drawing conclusions about your conversation.

He raises his voice, “I’m only telling the truth, Ackerman. You may be skilled in combat, but pleasuring a woman, that's where I have you beat,” he says laughing to himself.

You shrink away from the conversation, the crush you’ve always had on the captain vibrating in your heart. A quick fantasy of his gorgeous eyes looking up at you while between your legs makes you clench your thighs together.

Levi ponders Zeke’s words, replaying them over and over as he remembers the way Zeke leaned toward you when you crouched next to him. He remembers the way Zeke licked his lips and watched your every movement, the lust drowning in his expression. He’d even caught a glimpse of Zeke’s dick twitching in his pants as you spit your insult back at him and suddenly Levi has an idea.

“Y/n, I want you to do something for me. You don’t have to agree, but I have a proposition for you,” Levi says. Your eyes light up at the chance to be able to fulfill a request for him. He speaks low, out of earshot of Zeke, and explains his plan. When he’s done and you nod in agreement, you depart back to your tent as Levi comes to stand in front of Zeke.

“Don’t ever look in her direction again, monkey or I’ll carve your eyes out,” he says before activating his ODM gear and ascending up into a tree to keep a lookout.

Zeke watches you enter your tent and start to remove your uniform. He can see you slowly unbutton your shirt through the little sliver left in the opening and he’s eternally grateful. He sees you look over your shoulder as you shed the fabric and catch his eye, before you wink and close the opening of the tent, shielding yourself from view.

The moon is overhead and Zeke has dozed off. He’s shivering and his head lulls to the side as he breathes softly as puffs of vapor fall from his lips. It’s chilly and he’s only wearing slacks thanks to Levi stripping him of all layers due to suspicion. His eyes shoot open when he hears soft footsteps approaching him in the darkness. He panics slightly, looking up at the dark canopy to see if Levi has finally come to end him.

He’s shocked when he sees it’s you, strutting toward him on your tiptoes in the darkness. You're holding a blanket, and smiling at him.

“Here, it’s a lot colder tonight than it has been,” you say draping the blanket around his shoulders and bending down next to him. He’s shocked at how tender you are with him, a significant shift from your behavior earlier and he’s immediately suspicious. When you reach out to rub your hand through his thick hair, he flinches away from you.

You pull your hand back and give him a pathetic apologetic look. “I’m sorry I have to act that way in front of the captain. But you’ve seen him, he’s terrifying. I wouldn’t dare not follow his orders,” you say poking your bottom lip out and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Zeke watches as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and reach out to him again. This time he leans into your touch, aching to feel your warm hand against his cold forehead and brush through his locks. When your skin touches his, he sighs and relaxes. His eyes close as you scratch his scalp and smile lovingly at him. The ache he felt in his crotch previously makes its way back and he curses under his breath at not being able to take you right here.

He opens his eyes again when you stop scratching his scalp and his eyes bug out when he sees you pull your sleeping shirt over your head and you’re bare in front of him. Your pert nipples harden as the cold air licks at them and Zeke’s mouth waters. When you step over his legs and sit down to straddle him, he groans. You grind against his throbbing cock, tightening and restrained in his pants and move closer to him. He can feel your warmth even through the thick sleeping garb you're still wearing on your legs.

“I’ve wanted to do this since we arrived in the forest, but I never had the chance too,” you say looking into his eyes. You bite your lip again, blink slowly as your hands run down his hairy chest. You pinch one of his nipples and he grunts and thrust up into you.

“You little minx,” he says through his teeth. You place a slender finger to his lips and shush him, before slipping it into his mouth. You move closer to him, pressing your bare chest to his and he shivers from your burning touch. He struggles against the ropes, wanting to roam his hands all over you but he settles for the saltiness of your finger.

His tongue swirls around and he sucks it, trying to show you how skilled he is, how he hopes to suck on your clit tonight. As if you’re reading his mind you purr in his ear, “I’ve been thinking about your tongue all night.”

You feel his cock twitch against your ass again and you wind your hips in a small circle, pressing down on the tent in his pants. He leans away from your finger to kiss between your breast and nibble on your nipples. The hair from his beard scratches you but you sigh and moan when he bites down and licks your nipple.

“Fuck sweetheart untie my hands. I need to feel you,” he moans, moving to try and give you a quick kiss on the lips. You dodge him, smiling playfully before plopping a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Silly Mr. Jaeger. If I untie your arms, the Captain will come for sure. He’s got great instincts you know. I’m sure the only reason he hasn’t come is because you’re doing so well at being quiet,” you say with salacious innocence.

You’re lovely, for an island devil, and Zeke is pretty sure he could save you. The others have to die, but you, surely you could be swayed into knowing that you couldn’t be allowed to make more little beasts. You’ve shown that you can be obedient, that you sympathize with him, and even if you don’t, he’s very confident he can fuck the right idea into your mind. The way you’re hanging on to him now, the way you’re grinding against him, panting like a bitch in heat, he knows you want him.

Your hands snake down his broad chest, running your nails over the tight pecs and abs and stopping at the buckle of his pants. Your lidded eyes gaze into his, blinking slowly again and holding his attention. He bites his lip as your sweet voice rings in his ears.

“Do you want me to touch it, Mr. Jaeger? I really want to touch it.”

“Go ahead doll. You can touch it,” he says sucking in the cool breath between the two of you. Your expert fingers undo the buckle of his belt, plunge down his pants, and release his weeping length. When your fingers wrap around him, firmly grasp the base and squeeze, he throws his head back and groans.

His moan is proud, entitled, loud and you have to slap your hand over his mouth to make sure you don’t get caught. You shush him again, putting a finger to your pretty lips and raising one eyebrow to chastise him. He kisses and licks the hand over his mouth and you move it to run it through his hair again as you spit into your other palm and stroke his cock. It’s long, pretty and surrounded by coarse blonde hair. He sucks in a breath as you tighten your grip and slip your hand up and down his shaft. You mix his precum with the spit in your hand, teasing his tip when your hand reaches the top.

He bites his lip, whimpers and kisses up your chest. He lifts his hips, matches your pace and fucks your hand, craving your warm wet cunt. When he tries to kiss your lips again, you stop pumping him and grab his cheeks, a new expression on your pretty face, scolding, disappointed, mocking .

“I don’t know that you deserve to kiss me, Mr. Jaeger. You’re so loud when you know we should be quiet,” your voice is still quiet, twinkling with that salacious innocence you’ve expressed but there’s a hint of power behind your words now and you sound dangerous.

Zeke is flustered, his cheeks are dusted red and he’s panting and groaning and pleading for you to move your hand again. He promises to be quieter, to not tell anyone about your encounter, “I promise baby, please .”

“You’ll be quiet?” You say licking at his earlobe and resuming your motion. He groans again, quieter this time but more desperate. He squeezes his eyes shut, and lifts his hips up into your tight fist. When he’s on the brink of orgasm, you stop again and giggle at his anguished cry.

“You didn’t answer me, Mr. Jaeger.”

Zeke knows you’ll be a good asset to his cause now. You’re ruthless, strong, you take what you want and it only makes him want to fuck you into submission, to punish you for teasing him this way, put you in your place and have you next to him when he achieves his goal. When he thinks about how much he can fill you and make you his without the added fear of producing another monster like the rest of the Eldians here, he trembles in horrific pleasure.

“I’ll be quiet, just fucking let me come,” he hisses through his teeth.

You increase your pace, getting Zeke right to the cusp of his orgasm again as he grunts and fucks himself on your hand. He’s breathing hard with wide eyes and biting his lip to hold the loud groan he wants to let out as he rides out his would be orgasm. You run your hand toward the back of his coarse tresses and yank his head up to look you in the eyes as he is about to combust.

He stares into your eyes and what he sees there frightens him. Tears from the constant edging and fear spill from his eyes. He can see the reflection of the moon in your eyes, and very quickly the streak of a small lithe man zipping from a tree overhead.

When Levi approaches and observes the scene, you don’t look worried as you portrayed. You look at him as if you’re searching for approval and Zeke realizes, this is what Levi whispered to you. You stand and walk toward the Captain, bare and proud in front of him. He gives you a small nod, his eyes lingering on your body hungrily.

“Good work, y/n,” he praises and you smile at him. When he turns his attention to Zeke, you pull your shirt over your head but he stops you and pulls you close, eyes never leaving Zeke’s.

“What was that about pleasuring a woman better than me, ape?” he says as he wraps an arm around your waist. The shock on your face lets Zeke know what happens next is not part of the plan.

Levi crashes his lips to yours, holding the back of your head with his long skilled fingers and gripping the base of your hair. The kiss is passionate, cocky but not devoid of attraction. The Captain wants to be kissing you, he wants your body close to his, and he wants to fuck you in front of this monkey bastard, to make him see what he will never have.

When the two of you break the kiss, you both are breathing hard with lust and he gives you a look that asks if this is what you want. You pull your shirt over your head to answer his silent question and he quickly unbuckles his equipment and straps.

Zeke watches in wordless disbelief as you pull your pants down and expose what he’s been fantasizing about all night. His mouth waters and he growls in frustration as you approach Levi and help him remove his clothes. Zeke yells in anger when the captain’s hands roam over your body, squeezing and rubbing over your soft supple thighs.

When you both are completely naked and marveling at how amazing you both look to each other, Zeke takes in how perfect both of your bodies are. He’s always admired Levi’s strength but to find out he’s well endowed too, admiration quickly replaces his envy.

You kiss Levi again, softly as if it’s a dream come true. He places a hand on your cheek, pushes your hair from your face and says in your ear, “Turn around,” before he pulls you flush to his body and his fingers snake down to your clit. Your ass rubs against his already hard dick and you gasp at his touch. He pushes down on the small of your back, bending you over against a nearby tree and surveying how wet you already are from his touch.

“Captain, please fuck me,” you whisper desperately in a voice Zeke wishes you used for him .

Zeke pulls desperately at the rope at his hands so hard it makes red marks on his wrists and Levi’s eyes move quickly to him. Levi picks up his sword and points it toward Zeke’s face, one hand still digging into the meat of your ass.

“Do any titan shifting and I’ll carve you up without ever slipping out of her,” he threatens in a deep husky voice. You moan at the same time Zeke whimpers in fear of Levi’s very possible threat. Levi positions his cock at your entrance and says before he enters you slowly,

“You’re going to watch me do the one thing you’ve been wanting to do since you got to this forest, you furry bastard. You’ll hear her say my name, and you’ll know I fucked her better than you ever could, as if I would ever give you the chance to touch her.”

Zeke watches as Levi’s hips snap into yours and you call out his name as he predicted. Your legs quiver from only a few thrusts and Zeke momentarily wonders what Levi’s technique is. Levi curses under his breath, praises you, compliments how well you take his cock and Zeke knows it’s all things he would be saying to you. Things that he will say to you, one day.

If Levi thought he would give up that easy, he was wrong. He’s always been a stubborn bastard, a stubborn patient bastard. He’ll have his chance with you. When both you and Levi cry out in ecstasy and he releases hot sticky cum onto your back, Zeke has calmed down. He watches the captain bring your face up to his to kiss you again before he sits back quietly, planning his and your escape.

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