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snazzyturtles · 3 months

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"Animal Instincts"

tanaka x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

it always helps to have a friend by your side when something doesn't go as planned. but when that friend secretly likes you? you're in for an interesting afternoon...

wc: 8.5 k

tw: childhood friends, light angst(?) , softdom!tanaka, unprotected, creampie, squirting, bd/sp, breeder balls tanaka, grinding, titty sucking, biting, pinching, fingering/clit play, marking, rutting, couch sex, teasing, pet names (baby, angel, minx) , praising/sweet talk, aftercare, mentions of alcohol/getting drunk, tanaka is a raunchy mf

a/n: for my friend alexis! she's forcing me to watch jjk so i forced her to watch hq, and she is obsessed with tanaka lol. hope you all enjoy ♡

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heartbreak is never an easy thing. eyes practically swollen from all the crying you'd been doing, you can’t help but wonder where you went wrong. you really thought he was the one- he was always so nice and polite, and you felt so close to him, but your confession really brought out the ugly side. when your best friend came knocking at your front door, you jumped off the couch, walking slowly to crack the door open. tanaka stood on the porch, staring at your obviously red face coated in tear stains.

"so... he said no…?"

you couldn't bring yourself to talk... to even think straight. all you could do was stand there, tucking your head down and squeezing your arms tighter around yourself as a small sniffle breaks the silence. tanaka just stared at you, your obvious desolation, before sighing and pulling you into a hug, your arms naturally snaking around his neck like they have done so many times before.

"he doesn't deserve you,” tanaka whispers, trying to be comforting, but his own words ring with irony. you choke on your breath as your sobs start to get worse, louder and more intense.

"i'm so stupid!" you bury your face into his chest deeper. he quickly looked around the room, before shuffling towards the couch and pulling you into his lap, rocking you in an attempt to calm you down.

pulling you closer so that your head is buried against his chest, your legs naturally wrapped around his torso as tanaka reached up to brush your hair out of your face. "you're not stupid..." tanaka says sweetly as your tears dampen his shirt.

you lean your head back to look at him while wiping your eyes. “b-but i am... i should've known, i shouldn't have told him anything, i…" your voice catches as another sob slips through your lips. "i need to just give up." you whisper with your face starting to burn deeper.

"he didn't love me, nobody loves me, i-i…" your breathing starts speeding up as you squeeze your eyes shut and start shaking your head "i can't do any of this anymore, ryu!”

tanaka just watches as you panic and cry against him, and when you yell his name, his heart jumps a bit, his eyes locking on yours. "i do,” tanaka says simply, causing your eyes to go wide. you sit against him, your arms still around his neck, but your eyes widen at his statement. did he just say what you thought he did? "i do.” tanaka whispers again softly, his hand coming up to touch your cheek.

you slowly shake your head, staring back into his eyes for a moment before squeezing them shut again. "you're just saying that because you're like a… a brother to me. it... it's not the same…”

"like a brother, huh?” his hand falls off your cheek and onto your knee, but he still doesn't let go of you. "then why do you call me by my first name?" there's a small smile at the corner of tanaka's mouth as he looks down at you.

"b-because we're close like that... you call me by my first name too…” your eyebrows furrowed as you stammer the words out. "we always have, ever since we were little-”

tanaka is quiet for once, his hand continuing to caress your knee, not letting go. “yes, we're childhood friends, but you're not treating me like a friend right now." his smile grows into a smirk as he looks down at you “i'm not complaining, but let’s be real, you're not sitting on your brother right now. i can feel your legs tight around me, and this is definitely more intimate than any brother-sister relationship.”

your body suddenly stiffens and your eyes blow wide when he mentions how you’re sitting on him, not realizing what you were doing, and it makes your heart start pounding. “i-i-i…” tanaka smiles at your reaction, almost seeming to enjoy watching it as he keeps his hand on your knee, caressing it slowly.

“you've never treated me like your brother…" he whispers, his eyes sparkling. he's so close to you and his stare is piercing. you look up at him with your eyebrows furrowed, your breathing heavy. "w-what are you talking about?”

he chuckles softly, his eyes still locked on yours as he moves his other hand to your cheek and his thumb traces your jawline. "i'm talking about how we could never be brother and sister. because brother and sister do not act like this, angel.” his face is so close to yours, his voice so quiet and low you could barely hear his words. you can't help but look away, his words are hitting harder than you thought they could. your face burns as you remember all the times you've sat on his lap, kissed his cheek, cuddled with him, and the way he looked at you after all those moments. your heart begins racing as you remember all the little things- things you thought were normal but now realize never were.

"did i really do all of that without realizing?" your voice was breathy as you whispered out to him, staring over his shoulder towards the wall behind him in an attempt to avoid his eyes. you can feel his soft breath against your cheek as he smiles down at you, his hand still on your cheek.

tanaka looks at you again, almost relieved but there's a bit of guilt on his face as well. "you did all of that and more..." he says quietly and your heart skips a beat. more? he couldn't possibly mean it in that way… you turn your head back to face him again, your eyes wide when you hear his words.

"w-what else did i do…?"

his eyes are locked on yours yet again, his face is completely serious now. “you kissed me once..."

the words drop like a ton of bricks and you’re suddenly frozen in place as your heart sinks, your breath caught in your throat. i did what?

"w-wait, what? when?" your eyes are bolting back and forth, unsure if you wanted to look at him or just your hands. "was it at one of those parties we went to? you know i don't remember what i do when i get drunk…”

he chuckles softly, his smile sweet and he looks like he’s enjoying watching you squirm with discomfort. "yeah, it was at one of those parties... you were really drunk,” he says softly, still smiling at you, but he looks a bit sad now. "you kissed me a few times, actually, you wouldn't leave me alone…”

the memories suddenly begin flooding back, and you realize he’s right. at that one party you wouldn't let him go, your arms were wrapped around him and your lips glued to his all night. "i-i thought... that that was just some... weird dream i had and kept remembering..." your voice is breathy as you whisper back to him, basically frozen in place as you try to figure out how to speak normally again.

"it was real... you kissed me, a lot." he caresses your cheek slowly. "you're just so beautiful when you're drunk. it's funny, you always get really clingy with me, wanting to be close, wrapping your arms around me and kissing my neck." he chuckles some more, finding the situation adorable while you're rabidly blushing with your heart doing cartwheels.

your face burns bright red as you hurriedly tuck your face into his chest, trying to avoid his gaze. "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry-” your voice is quiet and quick as you talked against his chest.

"you're cute when you're apologizing too,” he whispers, making your skin crawl again. you can feel his laughter as he wraps both his arms around you, holding your head against him, his face still locked on yours. “why’re you apologizing? you didn't do anything wrong... you were just drunk. it was funny, you kept calling me little nicknames… you sounded a bit ridiculous.” he chuckles again as his hands run through your hair.

"oh my godddd, that's so embarrassing!" you whine out, lifting your head to look at him with a pout. "you act like that during the day though, so no picking on me.”

tanaka chuckles again, his hands not letting go of you as he looks into your eyes, his expression softening. a grin spreads across his face and you realize that he's not mad or upset, he's actually really happy. "okay... okay, i won’t pick on you. but just so you know... i did kinda like the things you said to me.”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head with a smile. "of course you did, ryu." a small laugh slipping from your lips. your giggle makes his smile grow, seeming to enjoy watching your reactions. the light of the room is so warm, his body comforting to be against. his hands running through your hair makes you feel like you could fall asleep right now in his arms.

"can i ask you a question..." he asks softly, staring down at you.

you tilt your head slightly, staring back at him with a confused expression. "what is it, tanaka?” he's quiet for a moment, his eyes staring into yours. his voice is so soft that you have to lean in closer to him so you can hear him when he finally speaks up.

"why did you think you were in love with that other dude?" he mumbles, his thumbs caressing the side of your face.

“w-well..." your voice trails off as you try to think of an answer. "i never really thought about it, to be honest... i think, because i thought that we only viewed each other as really close friends, i didn't consider my feelings about you, and he was just the next best thing.”

his lips curve into a smile as your answer comes out. “he was the next best thing? so... you never liked him?" his hands are caressing you, your hair and your waist, and his gaze is so soft, it’s hard to believe that he's the same loud and aggressive guy you know. he seems so gentle right now, his face softer. "but... what about us?”

you sit there in silence, trying to slow your breathing as you stare back at his face- you can’t keep your eyes off of his smile though. the grin grows wider as he waits for your answer, distracting you to the point where you can almost taste the butterflies in your stomach as you realize what all he’s saying. his hand comes up to your cheek again so he can touch your nose and gently tap it. "you okay? you're not answering!" he teases in the cutest voice you’ve heard from him.

your eyes lift to stare at his, breathing deeply as you begin to slowly nod your head.

he leans closer to your face until you're nose to nose, feeling his breath on yours, so close you could kiss him. his eyes are locked on yours and you feel like you're drowning, your conscience practically chanting to you-

do it, don't think about the consequences. just do what this feeling in your chest tells you to do... kiss him…

you realize you haven't said anything, your mind is trying to convince you in every way to kiss him, but the words are stuck in your throat. he gently brushes strands of hair away from your face and your eyebrows raise as he caresses the side of your neck and jaw... you want him, and he wants you, but neither of you say anything. "do you know what's going through my mind right now?" he whispers, his mouth an inch from yours.

"w-what is it, ryu?" you whisper out with a shaky breath.

"i'm thinking about how soft your skin is…” his words are slow, as if he's trying his best to pick the right words. you can feel the tension between the two of you, so close. "i'm thinking about how your mouth would taste…” he whispers, his breath hot against you. you can feel the tips of his lips on your neck as you shiver slightly. "i'm thinking about how your neck would feel on my tongue…” his voice sounds like a low growl at that moment, and it makes your heart rise to your throat. squeezing your eyes shut, you take in a deep breath before opening them back up and staring into his.

"maybe you should try it out…"

his eyes widen as you say those words, not believing you just said that. he nods slowly and you can feel his fingers grab your chin, his thumb caressing your lower lip for a moment before leaning forward and connecting his mouth with yours.

your eyes close but you can feel every movement of his lips as they explore yours, trying to memorize the feeling. he quickly breaks the kiss and looks down at you, his face burning with red with a soft smile on his lips. "godddd... you're amazing…” his eyes looking you up and down, almost in shock. "you taste nice,” he murmurs, so close you can feel his warm breath hitting your face before he leans down to kiss you again.

his lips are chapped, and he smells lightly of sweat, probably because he was working out before he immediately came running to your house. but at that moment, it was perfect. you smile against his lips, kissing him back as your body melts in his hold.

tongue meeting his as it slips into your mouth, a wave of butterflies rush through your stomach, and you can’t help but whimper. it’s almost like you were made for each other. your hands move to wrap around his neck and pull him closer as you deepen the kiss. it feels like time’s stopped before he finally pulls away, your body is still wrapped around his, and he looks deep into your eyes with a smile. "you're so soft..." he whispers, his hand running through your hair. a small moan slips from your mouth against his lips, and your eyes fly open in embarrassment as you yank your head back.

tanaka smiles softly and pulls you back in for another kiss. your lips mold to his, your arms are holding him as tight as possible, your legs are still wrapped around him as he pulls you further into his lap, feeling his fingers run across your thighs, his hands gently caressing you and sending shivers down your spine that makes you start to moan again. your eyes ease closed once more, enjoying the new sensations as his lips break away from you.

“you're so hot,” he whispers with a breathy voice.

you whimper lightly with a pout, staring back into his eyes. “why do you talk like that, ryu?” you ask, your face starting to blush.

"you're making me do it... look at how hot you look in my lap.” he chuckles softly, his eyes staring at your legs wrapped around him. "you're so beautiful.”

the heat is increasing, and you feel so flushed all over- all you can see is him, all you can hear is him, you cannot feel anything else but him and it's driving you crazy. "i want you so bad,” he whispers, the words easily slipping from his lips. your legs grip tighter around his waist, pulling you closer as his fingers start to travel your skin. you can't help the loud moan spilling from your lips when you hear his words, skin burning under his touch. he lets out a quiet groan, his hands traveling up your thigh as you start to squirm atop him. your body feels like it’s on fire, his lips glued to your neck.

"so hot... so hot…” he whispers, his tongue lightly licking the skin of your neck. the sensation is enough to make you whimper as you feel his hands sliding down your body.

his hands suddenly grip your hips, pressing them down and pulling them towards him, then slowly pushing them back. with his mouth attached to your neck, he aids you in grinding against his lap, back and forth as whines spill from your mouth at the hot feeling. you can feel him pulsing in his pants as he looks at you, his breath hot against your neck while he bites lightly and pushes his hips towards you again. "just take them off, baby.” he whispers, his voice low and husky, his words punctuated with moans.

"r-ryu? w-wha..." his words catch you by surprise, and your heartbeat starts racing when you realize what he said. your eyes are closed, and you want to open them and look at him, but you're too embarrassed.

"you heard me,” he whispers back. "i just... wanna suck on them..." his voice sounds needy as he starts kissing and licking your neck again, his hands sliding up your shirt and you can feel his warm fingers teasing your skin. he pauses for a moment to watch you, smiling at you grinding on him as his hands rub your body.

your hips stutter and stop moving, breath panting as you realize what he just said. slowly opening your eyes to stare back at him in soft shock, nod your head slightly, and shyly lift your arms.

you can’t help but notice the happiness in his eyes when he sees your response, and begin to feel his hands caressing you. one hand pets at your body while the other gently tugs on the hem of your shirt, trying to lift it. you can feel your heart beating up into your throat as he pulls the shirt over your head, leaving you sitting in only your bra, his gaze now completely locked on you. his fingers begin to gently brush against the exposed skin of your breast, and he looks hungry.

he hums again, licking his lips while his eyes are glued to your chest, on the verge of drooling. "i wanna kiss them.” he whispers, lips almost hovering over your bra, biting his lip almost in a teasing way. he’s enjoying himself so much, while your body feels like it’s on fire and your breath is becoming ragged. suddenly, his lips lower on your breast.

you can’t help the small whimpers that escape your mouth when his lips attach to your skin, legs tightening their grip around his hips as your body shivers under his touch. “ryu!”

voice sounding so cute and sexy in his ears, he can’t help but enjoy every second of this. you start to squirm violently in his lap, but he’s strong enough to keep you in place, his lips hungry and your legs squeezing tighter around him. tanaka lets out a muffled moan as he starts kissing and licking your chest, sucking marks into your skin while his face feels like it’s burning. his fingers travel up your stomach and tease under your bra strap, hands mapping the curves of your body, making your breath catch in your throat.

"if i'm gonna do this, then i won’t stop until i've kissed every… single… part of you…”

a long whine slips from your mouth as you feel tanaka's calloused fingers pull your bra up and over your head, removing it as he leans back to stare with a smirk. it makes a bright blush spread across your skin as you try to turn and hide your face. "r-ryu? y-you're staring…”

his eyes are glued to your chest, drinking you in like you’re some sort of heaven-sent deity. your chest is completely bare, so vulnerable, and he's making it more obvious with his eyes. "you have the most perfect tits…” he whispers, his voice shaking. he's staring obsessively, his mouth forming a tiny smirk at his words while caressing your left breast softly with his fingers, his gaze is transfixed on it. "your body is so beautiful.”

your legs tighten around his waist, squirming in his lap when you hear what he said. "don't say that!" you whimper, embarrassed by his words and touches.

"am i not allowed to say that you have hot tits?" he asks with a smirk. he leans forward and licks across your chest, biting down on your nipple. it causes a sharp pain that makes you stiffen and yelp from shock, but the sensation eases and quickly changes to tingles of pleasure. his jaw drops slightly when he hears the whine slip from your lips, but he doesn't pull away, his eyes staring like a hawk, gaze completely locked on you and your body.

the bite has your mind racing, and when you squeeze your legs harder around his waist, you can feel his bulge stiffening underneath your ass. it makes you freeze and a deep blush spreads across your skin, looking back into his eyes.

tanaka’s breath grows heavier, and you can feel his heart pounding against your chest. you feel so close to him... you want more of him. he lets out a long groan as his head rolls back and grabs your legs, pressing you down and pulling you closer to him so you rub against his clothed cock. you feel him pressing up against you through the clothes, all you can see in his eyes is lust.

"d-do you wanna...?" you whisper out with a shaky voice, your face burning red in embarrassment at the fact you just said that out loud.

he looks as if he's trying not to jump atop you the second that question leaves your mouth, struggling to form solid words. he nods slowly but you can tell from his wide eyes that he wants you. “so… so bad…” he murmurs, voice so low. his cheeks are slightly darkened from your words, and a smirk grows on his face as he nods at you.

"i've wanted to since the day i met you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and demeanor soft. he leans into you again, right hand moving up your back as your legs squeeze around his waist once again, his breathing is uneven and heart pounding.

"you do realize that we met in grade school, tanaka... that implies you've wanted to sleep with me since we were kids.” a small grin spreads across your face, trying to break the awkward tension.

his eyes go wide for a second, but he just shrugs. "well... i might've had thoughts back then,” he says with a teasing smirk. it makes you realize how different he is with just you- soft and funny. when he's playing volleyball, he's so loud and aggressive, but when he's like this, he's almost calm and endearing. he keeps his smile and his voice softens as he speaks again. "you know what i meant, baby. you're just so pretty…”

"tanaka... we were seven,” you respond with a giggle.

"i know,” he chuckles softly, resting his head on your chest. "you had a bit of baby fat back then but... i thought it was kinda cute, honestly." he pauses, "you still have some, but it's all in the right places so you don't need to worry, my little angel.” his voice is as soft as it can get, his fingertips drawing small circles across the valley of your breasts.

a smile creeps on your face as you lean in towards him, pressing a small kiss on his lips while your fingers creep under the hem of his shirt, tugging at it in an attempt to pull it up. with a light grin on his face and his stomach exposed, he sighs with a smile. "you're that eager to start already?" he chuckles, his eyes staring at your hands as they grab at the fabric. the abs covering his stomach flex with his heavy breathing, and you can’t help but giggle back at him.

"you're the one that's been biting my tits, haven't you?" you say with a small smirk, teasing him back. he lets out a low groan that sounds almost animalistic, staring with such hunger in his eyes that you can’t help but feel exposed and vulnerable.

“y-yep,” he says slowly, the grin on his blushing face quivering while he tries his best to hold back more sounds coming out of him. "they look... really nice..." he pauses, "i didn't know you were going to look that hot.” tanaka’s words sound so genuine, yet you can’t help but feel flustered when he speaks about your body. "should i keep going?" he asks, his voice quiet and laced with lust. you feel his teeth on your neck as he leans in and whispers to you.

"if i keep going, then i'm going all the way..." his tone sounds almost threatening, making a small shiver run down your spine. staring back into his grey eyes, you take a deep breath and roll your hips hard against his lap.

"do it..."

your words drive him crazy, and he can’t hold back a long moan as he lets out a deep sigh. "that's really naughty,” he comments in a low voice as he pulls you closer to himself, his mouth attaching to your neck as his hands finally slide down past your tummy. he starts gently rubbing you through the fabric of your jeans, palming and stroking at your heat.

squirming in his lap as you feel him toying with the button of your jeans, your face suddenly flushes bright red. "d-don't stare at them... i had just grabbed the first set from the top of my drawer today, and i didn't think that something like this would be happening, and-" your rambling was quickly cut off when you felt his fingers grip at the top of your panties.

"i'm gonna stare as much as i want to, little minx.” he teases, his voice raspy and filled with lust. tanaka looks up at you and your blushing face, chuckling softly, but he can’t help but stare as he pulls down your jeans. "jesus..." he mumbles under his breath, almost speechless as he sees the material on your skin.

tiny. lace. black.

"well... hello.” his voice shifts, deeper and his tone becoming serious. you feel his fingers teasing you for a moment before he moves his hands away from your panties and starts toying with the waistband. "you picked a good pair,” he whispers with a smirk as he pulls the zipper down. you feel your cheeks burning as his hands skim your thighs, squeezing your legs around his waist tighter, feeling yourself getting wet under his touch.

"don't move your legs again,” he growls when his fingers begin to work quickly removing your jeans. tanaka suddenly flips you around, pushing your back into the couch cushion, leaving you staring up at him with wide eyes. he's breathing harder than before as he pulls them down, leaving your legs bare. the sight of your skin makes him gulp, and he lets out a small moan as his eyes become glued to your body. chills run across your skin as you lay under him, your breathing heavy, left in only the tiny panties.

you're completely vulnerable under this hot guy who's looking at you like you're the most edible thing in the world; your body flush with him, feeling his weight atop you, and you can’t help but squirm.

"thought i told you not to move your legs again.”

if he could make a sound to match the lust behind those words, it'd be a low, animalistic snarl- in this moment, he's a predator, and you’re his prey. he nips your neck once again while he removes his shirt, his lips leaving love bites all over you. when the shirt is off his chest he looks down on you again, his expression fierce and his gaze ravenous. tanaka reaches out and grabs the sides of your panties, pulling the elastic and snapping it back onto your skin with a sharp sting. he stops for a second and takes in the sight of your body, legs bare and your breasts laying out for his viewing. "god... you're so... perfect..." his voice is hoarse and filled with desire, his eyes glued on you.

you subconsciously squeeze your legs together when you hear his words, suddenly embarrassed at the state you’re in. "c-can you take off your pants too?" you whisper back shyly.

a soft moan slips from his mouth and his eyes look down at you when he feels your legs squeeze together, biting his lip again as he can’t take his eyes off you. his expression is full of lust and his gaze is transfixed on your body, the way he looks at you is feral, but it’s like he can’t help himself, unbuttoning his pants almost immediately.

"i guess since you're so bold i can return the favor…” tanaka’s breathing is heavy as he starts to slowly pull off his pants. he stops after his pants have just past his hips, giving you a small, teasing smile as he looks at you, eyes focused on yours. his gaze is almost predatory, but you know he’s not gonna hurt you. in one swift motion he yanks his pants down and your body shivers at the sight. you've seen boys’ bodies before, but this feels… different.

"you like?” all that's left is the pair of thin grey boxers that are tightly wrapped around his waist, and he can’t help but groan when he sees your reaction. his eyes are on you once again and it looks like he’s about to pounce. "you're such a dirty little thing,” he whispers in a soft tone, the words making your cheeks flush. "look at your panties.”

when he says that, you can’t help but notice how it feels. your panties, visibly damp, a small squelch audible when you shift your thighs in embarrassment. "i- i…" you can’t even form a full sentence. he smiles and leans forward, your cheeks flushed as he smirks.

"you're wet…”

"did i do that to you?" voice teasing with a playful smile, lowering his hands to your thighs. "you're so naughty for me…” his voice is like a purr, coming from deep in his chest. everything about him is so hot- from the voice, to his appearance, to the way all of it is making you feel in that moment.

he licks his lips as he looks at you, starting to pull those panties off your legs. a small gasp leaves your lips once he pulls them lower, chills running across your body when he bends to kiss your thighs gently. the feeling of his lips on your skin is incredible and he seems to be savoring every second of it. his hands travel up your legs towards your pussy, sliding a finger through your folds and moaning when he pulls it away.

“fuckkk… you are so wet,” he says in a quiet voice, gazing up at you from between your legs. his words make your muscles clench and legs squirm as you feel his breath on your skin.

"y-your turn... you need to t-take yours off too-" your voice is shaky as you stutter and struggle to respond, feeling almost overwhelmed already. he looks up at you and the look in his eyes makes you shiver once again, his mouth traveling further up your thighs.

he chuckles and shakes his head, "only if you ask me nicely.” his hands slide down your hips and he starts to grip your legs, the feeling making your pussy clench as he looks back down on you with a smirk.

"please, ryunosuke…” you whisper lightly, panting lightly and staring back at him with babydoll eyes.

"i like it when you say my name,” he says in a breathy voice as he slowly pulls your legs apart, his hand traveling up your thigh. you see those sharp, hawk-like eyes at you as he lets go of your legs and caresses your body, mouth close to your skin and growling as he moves a hand to tease your clit while the other pinches your nipple. he looks up at your face, the whimpers he hears from you making his smile bigger.

"you are so adorable…” he whispers in a lusty tone, his hands pulling away from your skin as he slowly stands. pulling his boxers down, you finally understood what your other friends meant when they gossiped about “breeder balls”, because tanaka looked like the walking definition of that. heavy, swollen, and hanging, it makes your pussy subconsciously drip at the sight; now you're the one looking awestruck. he pauses for a second when he realizes that you're just staring at him, your eyes glued to his skin, studying and trying to memorize his body- his flexed abs, chiseled biceps, the faintest trail of dark hair leading from his tummy to his cock. his legs are muscular and athletic, and when he leans down, his knees hit the edge of the couch so that his legs are situated between yours.

still in a trance, he lifts one of your legs and kisses your inner thigh again, making your breathing shallow. pulling you closer to him, your body now pressing against his with nothing covering, he bites your neck and sighs, "oh god... you're so sensitive right now…” his voice is hoarse, the feeling of his teeth biting into your tender neck making you squirm again. as he leans over you, his body pressing onto yours, you can feel him start to rut against your tummy while he nibbles your neck. the feeling is overwhelming, making you whimper and whine in response.

"r-ryu... please!”

"be careful what you wish for angel, it's hard for me not to get turned on when you're so demure about this…” his voice is hoarse, hand reaching to the small of your back as he pulls you up towards him, his face filled with desire. “now, ask if i want you.” there's hunger in his eyes as he stares at you.

"d-do you w-want me, ryunosuke?” your voice comes out in a small whimper, stuttering as you try to compose yourself enough to think past his distracting touches. your words make him stop in his tracks and he looks at you with the biggest smile on his face, like a child. "mhm... i love it when you talk like that."

tanaka’s body is practically throbbing with the amount of lust that's radiating from him, lifting his head as he pulls your waist closer, your bodies pressed together as he kisses your neck repeatedly, leaving a litter of marks across your skin. the feeling is almost overpowering- his movements are rough, biting and kissing your neck with a force that makes you moan and whine and feel like your entire body is vibrating. he lifts one of your legs and pulls it around his hip, rubbing your thigh and rocking his hips back and forth against it. your body can't help but squirm and shiver from his touches, it feels too good and you don’t want him to stop, but you know he wants to do more…

the feeling was building up, to the point where you feel like you’re going insane under his hands.

"in..." you manage to whisper out between shaking pants. his eyes snap up to your face when he hears that, smiling back and responding with a voice full of lust.

"yes, baby?" his tongue flattens and drags up your neck towards your jaw, the tip of his nose touching your cheek. "say it louder this time, my little angel.” his voice is deep and hoarse, breathing heavily, and the only words you can understand are "my little angel" because in this moment, that's what you are to him.

you feel him push you as far back into the couch as possible, your body pinned under his weight. his hands squeeze your hips and your legs wrap around him tightly without a second thought. voice sounding closer to loud whines as you squirm under his touch, you can’t help but whimper in want for him to do more.

"please ryu... in."

"oh god, you really are so naughty.” his tone is a low groan as he hears your pleas, smiling down at you, almost making you feel lightheaded. "what'd you say you want?" he whispers, his breath is heavy as he stares at your face. you feel his body quiver, and he seems nervous for the first time, but he looks so excited when he speaks again. “again… say it again, baby.”

you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, trying to pull him closer as you whine louder for him. "ryunosuke! in!”

the way your body is shaking and how your face is flushed red makes it all the more desirable for him, leaning forward to catch your mouth with his again, kissing you slowly.

he pulls away from the kiss and your eyes meet in such an intimate moment, breathless as his gaze looks intense, hungry. his eyes glow with pure desire as you squeeze your legs around him, his hands gripping hard onto your hips.

"good girl,” he whispers to you as he leans in again, burying his nose into your neck. you feel his tongue running up to your ear before he lets out a deep breath, reaching downward and gripping his cock. tapping the head against your clit, he positions himself, finally doing what you both had been imagining for years.

"i love you, my little angel.”

his eyes squeeze shut and he lets out a loud groan as he pushes in, his body shuddering when he feels how tight you are. tanaka attacks your lips with his, kissing you deeply while pressing the both of you further into the couch cushions. when your eyes flutter back open, you’re met with the image of him leaning over you, his mouth in a snarl and eyes in deep focus of your body. everything feels so intense, your breathing turning heavy and every cell in your body pulsing from the feeling. his body presses harder into yours as he slides deeper and deeper, until he’s able to fully push against the base.

"fuck... i can't tell you how long i've waited for this…” his breathing is heavy as he starts to slowly pull back, and for a second you think that he’s going to be gentle- but this is tanaka you’re with. he snaps his hips back towards you, hard, drilling deep in a thrust that makes you cry out. hearing the sound makes his eyes roll back with a long moan, his hips moving so fast that the couch shifts.

your breath is shaking and your body quivers as he pounds in, the movements making your teeth clench and eyes squeeze shut. "g-god... how are you like this?”

he definitely wasn't holding back…

"because i'm finally getting you all to myself, baby..." his voice is hoarse and he still seems nervous, but he’s loving every second of this situation. his eyes are fixated on you, fingers gripping your hips tight as he drops his head back to your neck and you feel his teeth nibble on the sensitive skin.

you can’t help but moan and whimper from his movements, feeling like your body is disconnected and you’re dreaming. "r-ryu..." your voice sounds almost drunk on the feeling, begging him for more.

the movement doesn't stop and he stares down at you with this look of excitement and lust, his eyes telling how important you are to him. he keeps thrusting his cock deep in you, his lips glued onto your neck, leaving small hickeys all over the exposed skin. something about seeing you so deep in pleasure makes his body practically vibrate as he stares down at you, watching your eyes roll back as you whine like a baby. this is a side of you he's never seen before, and he can't stop himself now that he has it.

"god, you're so cute,” he growls in a low tone, grabbing onto your chin and biting behind your earlobe once more. your legs wrap around his lower back, hands running across anything you can reach as your nails drag, clawing into his shoulder blades and leaving small trails of red across his skin. the thrusts are gradually going faster and faster, and he’s whispering dirty things into your ear, making you feel like your body is melting. you can feel your tongue lolling out of your panting mouth as you fling your head back, and you're making loud noises that you've never made before, but you just don't care anymore. you just want to be his.

"h-h-harder..." your voice is coming out in shaky pants, unable to control yourself at that point. “r-ryu..." you whimper, eyes squeezing shut, “m-more.”

"oh, i’m not even started yet, baby.” the voice is low and fierce when you ask him for more, a devilish grin spreading his face as he chuckles. he seems completely different when it comes to this, like an animal in heat. this side of him seems like one you'll never see outside of the house, and yet you can't help but love it this way. he puts even more force, thrusting deeper as his hands slide up your thighs with a moan slipping from his mouth. "you love it, huh?"

there's no way you're going to answer him, your body has taken over the conversation for you with all the whining moans and squirming you can’t avoid doing. everything is so overwhelming, but at the same time, it's the best thing you've ever felt in your entire life. he makes you feel like you're exploding, your body sensitive to everything and he's only increasing it all. he starts to speak again but the words make no sense to your ears. there’s only one feeling that's overwhelming it all- pleasure.

your whole body is writhing and your back arches up, moaning with your fingernails digging into his back to the point where you’re convinced he’ll have scars later. the feeling that you're experiencing right now is the best thing you've ever felt. "close, ryu- close!" your voice is breathy, squirming in his hold. you can't help it anymore, feeling disconnected from your body and able to tell you’re about to finish.

his breathing is even heavier, his tone satire when he chuckles at you. "do you want me to slow down?" the way his voice sounds is almost too much for you to handle- it's so deep and his voice still has that slight edge to it that makes your body melt. "i didn't think you’d want me to stop... right?”

your eyes fly open with a look of panic. "no! no no no, please don't!" you bawl out. the whines sound so submissive but you can't escape this feeling- it’s overwhelming and you feel so pathetic, almost begging for him- and he loves what he's hearing.

tanaka chuckles, his laugh sending chills straight down your back. “i think i’ll keep going then,” he teases, and it’s hard to even understand what exactly he's saying over how much the couch is squeaking from his strong thrusts. you can't speak at that moment, your body so deep in its own world that you can barely even think, going into shock from the amount of pleasure you're feeling. his body is moving at such a fast pace, his big swollen balls smacking into the skin of your ass, and the only you can do is hold onto him. "fuckkk... you're choking my cock-”

all you hear in your ears is him moaning and groaning, and you feel so light, like you're not even on the couch anymore. your body feels like it's being electrocuted, tensing up and shaking as you let out a shriek. “ryu!” your pussy clenches around his length, gushing and spraying onto his pelvis with a long cry.

"oh god, did you just-” you can hear his breath getting even heavier than before as his eyes widen. you nod your head, shivering as your body comes down from its high. “that's so cute…” his fast movements definitely don't help you to calm down much though, and you can't help but continue to pant with your eyes squeezed tightly.

"hold on, little angel,” he whispers with a smile, starting to move even faster. his hips roll back and forth, every movement bringing you closer and closer to another orgasm. you feel him grab your hips tightly, wanting you to feel every movement as he pounds into you, and he’s definitely not slowing down. body still quivering, it feels like your muscles have turned into jello, your nails clawing into the back of his neck holding on for dear life.

you’re squirming like a child, and when you try to speak up, your voice comes out in small whimpers. “r-r-ryu?"

“what’s up, baby?" he asks with a panting voice between deep thrusts, his movements not stopping. “what’s wrong?”

“i-i..." you can't help but stutter, skin flushed in embarrassment as you try to hide your face in your shoulder. “can you touch me d-down there?”

it’s such a small question, something that tanaka wouldn’t think twice about considering you’re already past that point, but your sheepish reaction makes him melt. he stares at you as he bites his lip, eyes wide when the words slowly sink in with him. "oh my god, i’m… if you want me to..." his voice becomes hoarse as his words trail off, a blush spreading across his face. it’s almost like he can't believe what you just said, but he can't control his happiness.

“why are you so cute?" he whispers, a smile creeping back across his cheeks and his face gleaming with excitement. your breath is shaky from what you just asked, but you know it’s what you want.

“please, ryu.”

"geez, i can't believe you said that… you’re making me crazy.” his body continues rocking back and forth, his breaths becoming even more frantic as he stares at you, reaching a hand to cup your mound. sliding one of his long fingers down, he swipes until he finds your clit, suddenly putting pressure on it and rubbing in quick circles. you start shaking even more than before, and it's like your entire body is going insane- you feel your muscles tense up all at once, your gummy walls compressing around his cock, making him moan louder than before. you bite your lip harshly as your body begins tensing, becoming even more sensitive from the pleasure he’s giving you.

the smile on his face never disappears but his skin starts flushing as that excitement turns into overstimulation. "fuck... angel, i'm so close…” hoarse groans slip from his mouth, his movements becoming even quicker while your legs wrap around his waist like a pair of snakes.

you reach up quickly, arching your back and pulling him down to kiss you. your nails scrape down his back as you moan in his mouth, eyes squeezing tight to hide how overwhelmed you’re becoming.

tanaka lets out a deep growl as his mouth meets yours, trying to mimic your exact movements, but he can't stop himself from moaning. you can feel his body shaking, his lips attacking yours, tongues clashing sloppily, and it's like he can't get enough of you.

his tongue moves around your mouth, licking and mapping every inch of your lips, breathing deep and hard, whispering out between pants.

“you’re… so… hot…”

his movements are getting more and more intense- his dick ramming into the back of your walls, his heavy sack hitting the fat of your ass while his fingers abuse your clit- and you can't help but pull your mouth away from his and let out a long, loud cry as your body begins to shake, pussy squeezing tightly around him.

“fuckfuckfuck-” tanaka’s voice is hoarse and high-pitched, and he seems so shocked by your sudden reaction. you can tell by the way his body moves that he's on edge, thrusting faster and faster. "you can't do this to me, baby!”

you feel his whole body trembling at this point, grabbing your hips tight and gripping so hard you’re convinced there’ll be indentions in the morning. he doesn't speak anything else but your name, his voice sounding almost like he's crying, and you can tell he’s trying to hold on for as long as he can, but there's no stopping the feeling of bliss rolling over him. "a...angel... i... i'm..." his voice cuts off a bit and you hear him biting the words back between clenched teeth, trying to hold back longer.

"hnnng..." his groan sounds gruff and pinched as he finally gives in to his need, letting out a sharp moan of pleasure as everything in him crashes. his whole body tenses up and his face is flushed. "ah... aahh…” his eyes are clenched shut and his face is contorting a bit, squeezing your thigh so tight, it makes your muscles shake like crazy.

tanaka lets out an animalistic growl as his body shudders at the intense release. you can feel him pulsing in you, his cock twitching as he pumps your pussy full of his cum. he suddenly pulls you even closer to him, as close as he can get to your burning skin, and all of the feelings are overwhelming your entire body. you both feel it at the same time- something like a shockwave, everything in your bodies exploding and the sensation you're feeling is too much to handle.

he eventually pulls himself out slowly, and lets out a loud moan as he looks down, his hand gripping tighter on your thigh. “wow…” you glance down in confusion to see what he's so mesmerized about, and find his cum spilling out of your pussy, dripping slowly onto the couch below.

“h-holy…”

his eyes are glued to the intimate sight below, still breathing heavily even though he's caught his breath. “i just... fuck…” he bites his lip and looks back at you, struggling to speak because he's so stunned.

"that's really hot..." tanaka seems a little shy as he smiles nervously, laughing a little under his breath, “that... that’s a lot!" his expression switches quickly, and he now almost looks proud of himself. as you raise your eyes to look up at him, you can't help but smile back at his reaction.

“you’re such a dork, ryu..." you whisper out, shaking your head with a small giggle.

"a dork..?” he pouts at you. "i thought i did pretty good there…" his eyes flicker between you and the mess on the couch before slowly moving his focus back to you. you're still stuck in your moment of bliss, your smile so adorable in his eyes. “how about a shower?”

your smile widens as you stare back at him, raising your arms to grab at him. “you gotta carry meee,” you tease back to him.

"oh you're asking for it.” he grins and leans in, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up like a princess. you cling to his neck tightly as he stands from the couch, giving you a small kiss on your nose with a wink.

“deal.”

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a/n: debating what i wanna post next, i basically have 3 different things in the "planning/lightly started" category- a one shot and two that are multi chapter fics. i had tried to plan one of them to be a one shot as well, but when i started i realized it would have to be longer to fully finish the story to what i want it to be :P so idk, leave comments, thoughts, etc. on it lol

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nee-biter · 9 months

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A night with Miguel, Peter B, & MJ

what it would be like to spend a night with your husband, Miguel, and his hot married colleagues.

warnings: foursome, pnv sex, throat-fucking, degradation, wife-swapping 👁👁, it's just dirty

minors dni please

I feel like MJ would initiate it—

—or at least, influence you so that you'd think fucking with her and her husband would be such a great idea. She'd probably lean close to you, during a double date night, with you and Miguel and her and Peter B. And she'd start asking, "Do you and Miguel have other plans tonight?"

"Consider it, darling," She whispered, her finger grazing your thigh, while Miguel and Peter B fought over who would pay for dinner.

Miguel would pick up on your hints. Telling him that you wanted to visit MJ and Peter B's hotel room. A blush on your face—evident only when you have a favor to ask him. Timid eye contact between you and MJ. "What is it, mi amor?"

Miguel realized that the answer was perplexing. You, in your tight black dress, locking lips with his best friend's wife on the hotel bed.

Said best friend stared in awe, already half-hard at his wife sticking her tongue into you and squeezing your thighs with her freckled hands.

You liked that they were watching. You wished that Miguel would appreciate this display.

Oh boy, he did.

"Your turn," You said, out of breath, pointing between Miguel and Peter B.

The two of them scoffed, in denial of the tension and attraction between them. "If you don't do it, no pussy for either of you," MJ teased. Miguel was about to retort, but Peter B took that opportunity to crash his lips into the tough man's. Miguel grunted, instinctively grinding his hips into Peter B's waist.

'So that's what he tasted like.' Miguel thought.

You and MJ giggled, watching your two men rub their hard-ons against each other. When Miguel broke the kiss, he glared through the three of you. You were in for a long night.

No matter the rules the four of you tried to enforce—Don't kiss the man who's not your husband but you can ride his cock—No incriminating pet names—Keep the noise down—Wear a fucking condom—you still found yourself breaking them bit by bit.

Peter B's lips found yours as he was pounding into his wife's pussy. One of his hands firmly squeezed MJ's tits while he snaked a hand under your jaw to have you look at the way he fucked her.

Miguel, jealous and livid right behind you, pulled your hair back. His cock rammed into you, not giving you the time to adjust to his size. Two of his fingers spread your mouth open, letting you babble incoherently as he repeatedly bruised that spot in your walls that made you squeeze tightly on his cock.

"You whore, see if you like another cock better than this"

As you cried over and over again, MJ would whisper sweet nothings into your ear . "You're so beautiful being used like that, sweetheart." She pushed away the hair falling on your face. Peter B wrapped his hands on her ankles before turning her to you, her back on the bed—her pussy, glazed over with Peter B's precum, in front of you. "Want to please mommy too?"

While you were struggling to suck MJ's clit as Miguel harshly pounded into your pussy, Peter B got off the bed and positioned himself over his wife. "Dear, open up for me, please" She opened her mouth and he slid his cock inside as she lied down. You watched as his cock would disappear inside her mouth, plunging itself in her throat.

You whimpered at the sight, a sudden craving. Miguel once again caught on to your hints.

"You want that too, mi amor?" Miguel asked, his mouth curled upward into a smirk. He pulled out of you, knowing where you want his throbbing cock next.

I'll upload a part two -- here -- soon because this needs more exploration 😮‍💨

#spiderparents #mary jane parker #peter b parker #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #headcanon #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #atsv miguel #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker smut #mary jane watson #mj parker #spiderdads

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demonbanisher · 1 year

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Psssttt @impishtubist a gift for you based off of this

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Sirius walks into the kitchen to find Harry sitting in front of the oven with rapt attention.

“What are you doing kiddo?”

Harry looks up at him with watery eyes and sniffles as he wipes snot from his nose. “They needed to be warm.”

Sirius frowns and walks closer to discover that the oven is indeed on. He is a little bit terrified that Harry somehow knows how to use the oven at the age of five but he files that away for a parental breakdown at a later time.

“Who’s cold sweetheart?”

Harry’s eyes go back to the oven and Sirius steps close to tug the oven door open and proceeds to curse, trip over his own feet, and land squarely on his ass in response to what he sees.

He takes a deep breath to level the fear out of his voice. “Harry, darling, can you please tell me why there is a pile of baby snakes on a cookie sheet in the oven?”

“They were cold.”

“So you put them in the oven.”

“The oven makes things hot.”

“The oven cooks things darling.”

Harry shook his head. “They told me they’d let me know if it got too hot. I put it on reallllly low.”

He looks between his godson and the now ajar door of the oven. “Hazza, can you understand the snakes?”

Harry chews on his lower lip. “Don’t be mad. Auntie Petunia didn’t like snakes.”

Sirius also does not like snakes but he sure as hell isn’t going to make his godson cry over it. “Not mad. I just want to understand. Can you hear them?”

Harry nods nervously.

Okay. Add parseltongue to the list of parenting hurdles to tackle.

“Harry that’s very sweet of you to bring them in to keep them warm, but we need to put them back outside. I’m sure their parents are looking for them.”

Harry’s lower lip trembles and his eyes start to water. “They can’t. They’re like me.”

“What do you - oh.”

“Someone took their mom in as a pet but then got mad when she had eggs and threw them out. Their mommy got hurted.”

Sirius takes a deep breath processing that he can’t tell his godson that he has to put the orphaned snakes back outside without making him afraid that Sirius and Remus will one day leave him outside too.

“Do you know what kind of home they’d like?”

Harry beams. “Sand. They like when it’s warm so they can sleep like me with my blankies.”

“Okay. Let’s find somewhere safe to put them while we go to the pet store.”

“You mean I can keep them?”

“Of course kiddo.”

Harry promptly tackles his godfather in a hug. They walk down the street to the pet store and Sirius can see Bathlida smirking at him before they even get up to the counter.

“Brought in another stray?”

“This one was all Harry.”

“They’re snakes!” Harry proclaims excitedly.

Bathilda laughs as she rings things through. “Live mice come in on Tuesdays.”

“Live mice? Ah, right.”

“Might want to pick up a book on snakes while you’re out.”

“It’s okay,” Harry tells her struggling to pick up the big bag of sand. “I can talk to them so I’ll know if they’re sad.”

Bathilda raises one eyebrow at Sirius who shrugs in a way he hopes says ‘kids, huh?’

When Remus gets home later that evening Harry immediately grabs him by the hand and drags him to his room to introduce him to all his new snake friends. Slinky, Worm, George, Edwin, Slither, Slime, and Bartholomew the Third. He doesn’t ask where the other two Bartholomews went.

Bedtime is a struggle as Harry is too excited about his new friends to go to bed. It takes the promise of ice cream for breakfast to finally get him to sleep.

“So,” Remus says as he steps around the pile of dogs slumbering on the floor to crawl into bed, “snakes huh? How bad did you scream?”

“Only once at the initial shock but Remus we’re going to have to feed them live mice and watch their jaws do that thing.” He shuddered.

Remus chuckled. “Don’t worry love I’ll protect you for the big scawy snakes.”

“I hate you.”

Sirius climbs in on the other side and pretends to put up a fight as Remus cuddles into his side.

“You’re a big softie you know.”

“I know, but I haven’t seen him that happy in so long. How could I say no?”

“Mhm,” Remus mumbled. “I think the ten dogs, three cats, six bunnies, and two kneazles proved your inability to say no a long time ago. Not to mention the Niffler and hippogryph in our backyard.”

“Buckbeak and Swiper are bonded. I couldn’t possibly separate them.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the creak of the door as a small child entered their room.

“Everything okay Harry?”

“I opened the cage to give the snakes a kiss goodnight and now I can’t find Slither.”

Sirius was sitting bolt upright on the bed in a moment, turning the lamp on, and throwing the covers off the bed.

Harry’s little face scrunched up in confusion. “What’s wrong with Padfoot?”

“Nothing,” Remus says, putting his slippers on. “He just loves you too much. Come on, I’ll help you find your snake.”

“Slither.”

“I’ll help you find Slither.”

#wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar fic

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guardkeywolf · 1 year

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I needs some Russian male reader that owns a ranch and da cod boys (and konig and that Spanish dude forgot his name because of how long his name is 👁👄👁) that came to visit since soap praticly begged male reader to visit his ranch along with the boys and male reader agrees and just fanning over the fact of how big and the ranch is and how many animals he has and that fact he makes Russian food and have allot of dogs, cats, snakes, and other pets that you can think of and is able to ride a horse and has a Buffalo

Like I can't find any Russian male reader on any platform i have 💀💀🥲🥲

Russian Male Reader X 141! Boys + Alejandro and König

Stella (Ball Python)

Vera (Stallion)

Alek (Mustang)

Hello @gamersansblog !!!

I was pretty shocked when I got this request to write a Russian Male Reader (considering I'm American lol) and especially about a ranch!

But I really did enjoy this one a lot so I hope you enjoy it as well!

And some slight Soap X Male Reader at the end too...

When Soap, had asked Y/n to come down to the base for the tenth time, the man couldn't help but sigh and smile as he made his way down to the base.

As a retired soldier, the 141 didn't mind letting the Russian come down and enter their base, seeing him as another friend.

During the 141's lunch break, they were all making small talk with each other about some random topics Y/n didn't particularly pick up on and instead scrolled through his phone. While conversating, Y/n could help but perk up at the word "ranch" leaving someone's lips before responding himself.

"What about a ranch?" He asked looking up from his phone with a curious look in his eye.

Soap looked up towards him with soft eyes.

"Oh nothing in particular, just saw some horses recently on my way here. Couldn't help but wonder what it be like to ride them," his eyes glowing at the thought as he smiled.

"We bet it 'ould buck him off in 3 seconds," Ghost said from behind him, others chuckling as well.

"Oh 'ush! I bet cha' 'ouldn't last any longer than me!" Soap cried making the other laugh more.

"I don't know, Soap, I think Ghost would at least manage to hang on longer. You'd get throw off instantly," Gaz spoke from the other side of the table while sitting next to Price.

"I don't know Hermano... You just might get bucked off," the Colonel voiced while trying to hold in a laugh that he failed at immensely.

"Come on...don't you believe in me König?" The Scottish man turned to the Austrian with glossy eyes nearly shedding a tear.

"I'm sure you zan do zit," König responded softly.

"See! König thinks I can do it!" The Scottish man cheered as smirked at the others.

"Alright then... if you can do it, where are to gonna test it, Sergeant?" Price spoke.

"Ah...well..." he scratched the back of his head.

"I have a ranch... and last time I checked, you've been begging me to go there," Y/n said.

They all turned to him instantly, eyes wide as if he grew a second head. Soap jumped on him immediately with a small grin painting his lips.

"You own a ranch?!" Gaz yelled in surprise.

"Da, I got cow, dog, cat, and horse too Soap," Y/n reassured him as he watched the grown man bounce in his toes in excitement.

"Y/N YOU GOTTA TAKE ME PLEASE!" The Scottish man said, back to being giddy. The man was on his knees as begged the Russian.

"Now hold on, Y/n just said he owned a ranch, Soap, didn't say you could use it," Price intervened.

"It fine, Kapitan, plus it not too far from base. If you'd like to come, feel free," Y/n said, shrugging in the process.

"REALLY?!" Soap squealed.

"да!" ("Yes!") Y/n replied. "Are you all free tomorrow?"

"Last time I check, ye'" Price responded.

"Good, I will meet with you tomorrow, then we can go to ranch," Y/n grinned.

The next day, the 141 waited at the front of their base for Y/n to arrive. When they caught sight of the Russian's truck, Y/n drove over near them and rolled down his window.

"Follow me, comrades," he replied as he watched the others nod and walk to their cars. Meanwhile, Soap and Ghost rode with him. Gaz and König with Price and Alejandro.

They followed him outside the town, a vast array of green plains taking over the landscape. As if time passed instantly, Y/n would end up turning into his ranch.

It was beautiful honest. They were met with the sight of horses, cows, chickens, sheep, some lambs, and even some dogs and cats wandering around. Hell, even a Buffalo too.

The men stared in awe at the mere beauty of the scene. As Y/n turned to park he got out with Soap and Ghost following in tow before waiting for the others to park. When they got out, they couldn't help but stare.

"Ahem," Y/n coughed, "You like, yes?"

Soap was the first to respond.

"Are ya kidding?! It's amazing here, Y/n," the man exclaimed as his eyes sparkled at the sight.

Y/n let a laugh escape him as he motioned for the others to follow him inside to his home.

There, they saw the kitchen but also other foods stored around the house, each labeled for each product with specific animal feed.

Y/n walked them over to his exhibit that house a very, very, long white snake.

"Comrades, met Stella," he waved a hand to the female ball python before opening the top of the enclosure.

Price and Alejandro stepped back instantly as Y/n took out the 10 foot ball python.

Y/n laughed at their reactions.

"Don't worry, she don't bite. She likes meeting people," Y/n reassured them quickly.

"If you'd like to touch her, stroke her scales slowly please," Y/n advised watching the ball python himself as well.

Soap, Ghost, König and Gaz all moved to touch the snake, running their fingers around the smooth scales softly.

"She's beautiful Y/n," Ghost commented.

"Thank you, Ghost. I take good care of her."

Y/n offered to let the Colonel and Captain touch the reptile but both men refused to leave from their spots and Y/n simply nodded before putting Stella back into her glass enclosure.

"Alright, let us go to the horse now."

Y/n led them to the horse stables outside the house.

There, the were greeted by the equines that resided within.

While Y/n introduced each horse, Soap couldn't take his eyes off one in particular.

Brown with white spots and lovely blue eyes and a beautiful mane that Soap could only imagine running his fingers through.

"Y/n...what's this one's name?" He asked.

"That is Vera, a strong stallion I found a couple week ago. Would you like to ride him?"

Soap turned back to him in awe.

"Can I?"

Y/n nodded before telling the others to wait outside by the gates so he could bring out the horse.

As he walked out Vera into the pin, the men couldn't help but enjoy the sight of Y/n and the horse, how calm they looked together.

Y/n beckoned Soap to come over once he finished putting on the saddle.

"Alright MacTavish, you ready?"

"As I'll ever be..."

Y/n first told him to get up onto the saddle first, laughing a few times as he tried to get up along with Alejandro saying something in Spanish making the others laugh, before making sure the man sat properly and the saddle was strapped to Vera correctly.

While Y/n used one hand to keep Vera in place to not move so much, he grabbed the reins and handed them to Soap.

"Be gentle with the reins, and slowly feel in tune with Vera. Animals feed off our emotions, so do not get nervous, da?"

Soap nodded slowly and looked back down at Vera.

"Go ahead and stroke his neck a little bit to get comfortable," Y/n instructed.

Soap followed and let his hand run along Vera's neck, letting soothing words fall from his lips as he greeted the horse.

Vera leaned in slightly to his touch and MacTavish beamed internally.

Y/n smiled as he noticed the action before turning back to Soap.

"Alright, we will go around the pin, ok?"

Soap nodded slowly.

He let Y/n lead him and Vera around the pin before coming back to a stop.

"Well done Zergeant," König said from the other side of the gate.

"Thanks, König."

"Alright how about this time you guide him?" Y/n suggested and the other let out sounds of approval as well.

"Yeah, MacTavish let's see if you can truly ride a horse!" Ghost said from the gate.

"I'll show ya!" Soap replied back before noticing Vera move at bit when he yelled and immediately apologizing.

"How about I ride alongside you, Soap?"

"Please..." Soap looked him dead in the eye as he pleaded for Y/n to ride with him.

Y/n let a chuckle leave and instructed Soap to get off Vera and stay with him while he went to get his own horse.

Soon enough, Y/n walked out with an all black Mustang he named Alek.

"Meet Alek, my mustang," Y/n said as he rode on top of the horse like it was nothing.

He galloped over to where Soap was before getting off and helping Soap back onto Vera, watching the man struggle a bit to get back up and laughing.

"Y/n!"

"It funny," Y/n grinned at him as he checked the straps again on Vera.

Once Soap was ready, he got onto Alek and showed Soap how to use the reins this time.

"Alright, you ready, comrade?" Yn asked.

Soap sighed and nodded.

"MAKE OR BREAK MACTAVISH!" Ghost yelled.

Soap laughed as he gripped onto Vera's reins and looking at Y/n one last time before moving the stallion around the pin slowly.

Thankfully, Vera was easy to work with as she went around slowly and came back around to Y/n and Alek before letting both join on the second loop.

Soap gleamed as he rode Vera and Y/n smiled at him.

"They look good together, eh?" Gaz whispered to the others.

"Yeah, if only MacTavish would ask him out," Ghost commented as he watched the Sergeant enjoy himself on top of the Stallion.

"Now he really looks like a Los Vaquero," Alejandro spoke from beside with a slight chuckle as well.

König smiled under his hood as he watched the pair enjoy themselves on the horses.

"I knew you zould do zit, Sergeant..." he whispered softly.

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House of oddities

Chapter 1

Ao3

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Patton, a very optimistic borrower, traveled over a day’s journey that led him to this house. It was pretty far from other ones. It seemed normal enough, even if his new human was very loud, and liked to talk to themself. He didn’t mind. There was more than enough supplies here. Besides, he wasn’t too excited at the idea of making another long journey.

Two local ghosts start keeping a secret from their living friend.

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Appearance wise, ghosts take on features that represent how they died. Janus died by a snake bite, and has snake scales over the side of the bite. Virgil, though I’m not telling you his cause of death just yet, has a whispy tail instead of legs.

I hope you enjoy this !!

Something was going on with his human, Patton noted. His human seemed more excited than usual, which normally would make Patton happy. However, as this was a new human, he wasn’t too sure what to expect.

Even the most optimistic borrower would be wary. It could be anything, from a vacation (bad for borrowers as it meant heavy rationing) or a ‘pay rise’ (great- human got more things that could be borrowed).

Of course, those weren’t the only options. As much as Patton loved the idea of pets, he knew that he would have to move if his human had gotten one. Well, depending on the pet. Dogs and cats, as cute as they were, were vicious creatures when faced with a borrower. That could also be an option.

He didn’t want to move only two weeks after finding the perfect walls. He sincerely hoped that whatever had caused his human to be so happy was something good.

He watched his human pace around giddily, like they had just won a giant prize. Perhaps they had. He couldn’t help but smile, despite his hesitation as to what could cause this infectious mood.

His human talked to themself a lot. Patton was sure he’d hear about the source of excitement eventually

He waited for his human to go to sleep before he gathered food supplies. It was routine borrowing for him, but he couldn’t help feeling uneasy about something. The human was still sleeping, he could tell that much, so he didn’t know what was causing this unease

He had been feeling similarly since he’d moved in. It was a different kind of unease than when he was at his last house. That unease was feeling like he was going to be seen, this felt like being watched. Like any borrower would feel, Patton felt very off about this whole thing.

He had checked about a thousand times that there were no cameras, before he had ever even left the walls. He should never have been feeling eyes on him.

He shivered. He didn’t know whether it was the fact that he could still feel someone watching him, or the coldness that seemed to radiate from different parts of the house.

He put all his food in his bag, and started running towards his entrance. This house made him feel more exposed than other houses did. He didn’t understand.

His human was still sleeping, he checked after putting away his supplies. He chalked up this unease to the fact that this was still a new house.

There was nothing wrong. He smiled. He sometimes felt the eyes on him when he was in his home in the walls, which was how he knew he was imagining things. There was only him in the walls. There was nothing else.

No sign of any other life in there, not even a single web (thank whatever was out there that was looking out for him) or rats nests anywhere in the walls. The only living things in the house were him, and his human, and occasionally his human’s friends.

They were loud. Patton didn’t like loud noises, but he liked seeing people happy. He organised his supplies and made sure his nest had enough fabrics. Winter was closing in, he would need more.

The fabric was in his human’s bedroom. They were unlikely to wake up whilst he was borrowing. He quickly grabbed the scraps he needed and ran back to his home.

He was tired. He had borrowed a lot today; all that climbing was tiring. He wrapped up as warmly as he could and closed his eyes. The walls were cold, but he was used to it.

If he felt eyes on him as he fell asleep, he ignored them. He woke up to the sound of his human talking. His human was loud. He took a look at the clock outside the wall.

He’d only been sleeping for a few hours, which was probably why he felt so tired. He yawned, but he knew his human would keep being loud, so he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He didn’t mind. His human would go to work, and then Patton would have the quiet, empty house to himself.

He wished there was another borrower nearby. Maybe he wouldn’t be so tired if he could split responsibility between him and a friend. Maybe he’d be less likely to watch the human so constantly.

He took to wandering whilst he waited for his human to leave. Having been a borrower since birth, he was well aware of the challenges and limitations of his life.

He just wished he could live somewhere where he could control the heating and where he could talk to people. He was always optimistic, however.

He’d probably find enough fabric to make himself a warmer outfit and help make his nest a little warmer.

His human had a ton of scrap fabrics lying around

His human was talking to themself. They always acted as though there was someone else there, even when there wasn’t.

This wasn’t the only human who he’d seen do the same. Humans loved giving into their imaginations and talking to themselves. Patton had the urge sometimes, but there was obviously the chance of being discovered if he gave in to the impulse.

He didn’t dwell on the human’s actions, and just focused on keeping himself busy with walking to prevent himself from crying. He was so tired. His human was getting ready to leave. He walked back home.

The sound of a door made it known that he was able to sleep again now, even though the eyes on him came back as he got back home. He wrapped up as best as he could and settled back in his nest.

He smiled, though he felt watched.

He fell asleep for another few hours.

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Virgil was used to being bored; he was a ghost, there wasn’t much opportunity for him to talk to anyone except the one other ghost of the house, Janus, but they weren’t on the best terms with each other. Not for the past year, anyway.

The past few months had introduced two new living people into his home; Roman, who for some inexplicable reason could see him and Janus, and the newest addition to the house; the tiny person.

They lived in the walls, and scavenged for food or supplies. Virgil watched them a lot. The things they did were dangerous, what would’ve been a mild fall for Virgil would be a fall from tens of feet high for them, and still they climbed it close to daily.

Virgil had never seen anyone like them before. He could tell that they were jumpy, and they didn’t like the idea of people knowing they existed. Virgil never mentioned their existence to the living of the house.

He knew that Janus knew they were there as well. He’d caught Janus watching them more than a few times, but, with as skilled as Virgil and Janus were at avoiding each other, one of them would quickly leave the room to go back to their own.

Perhaps a little bit of hissing between them as the other left, but that was private business. Roman had since stopped trying to make them friends.

Virgil floated around the house, waiting for Roman to wake up. The little guy was sleeping.

Virgil couldn’t feel the cold, but he noticed the shivering and the extra fabric the little guy had been taking. He needed to convince Roman to turn the heating up. Someone that small was bound the feel the cold a lot more than someone human-sized.

Virgil heard when Roman woke up, because, what seemed like immediately, he heard Janus talking to him.

He scowled. Janus just had to ruin everything, didn’t he? He crossed his arms. Did they have to be so loud? He checked on the tiny scavenger

They were sat up, rubbing their eyes with their clearly makeshift glasses still next to their little nest. He frowned, face still through the wall.

Poor thing. Everything must be louder to them. Virgil took his head out of the wall tunnels and started to wait for Janus and Roman to stop talking, so he could talk about his (undoubtedly more important) problem to the person who could help.

Janus talked to Roman the entire time, until the human had left the house. Virgil’s scowl deepened.

He flew over to Janus

“What if I had wanted to talk to him?”

“I’d have no way of knowing that, dearest friend, because you don’t ever talk to me,” he said, scales shifting with Janus’s grin

“Well, my thing was important, and you’ve ruined it,” he hissed out, starting to float away

“Aw, important, was it? Needed another song added to the playlist he made for you? Or, perhaps your little nightlights ran out of battery?” Janus’s mocking voice echoed in his ears, and hell if he wasn’t able to push all of Virgil’s buttons. He wanted to slap that mocking pout straight off of his face

“First of all, they’re fairy lights, not nightlights, but I suppose that, being the baby you are, you’ve probably only ever heard of a nightlight. Second, my thing was actually important. I needed to convince Roman to turn the heating up,”

Janus raised his eyebrow

“Oh, my. I didn’t know that you had suddenly developed an aversion to the cold, that, might I remind you, you can’t feel ,”

“It’s not for me, you-” he took a deep breath that was entirely useless, “It’s for the little guy in the walls and, not that I expect you to care, considering you care for nothing but yourself, but they’ve been shivering non stop lately,”

Janus’s face had a brief moment where the mask fell, before coming back, and he looked down at his nails, which were covered by his gloves

“It’s too bad that you’d never be able to convince Roman. You wouldn’t be able to convince someone that ghosts were real, even if they were looking right at you,”

Virgil glared, clenching his fist

“Well, you do it then, if you’re so good at being convincing,” he snarled out, only for Janus to smile

“Gladly, thank you kindly for the offer,”

Virgil left with clenched fists and the thought that if he could, he’d’ve slammed the door shut.

He hated Janus so bad, he might as well have been in Hell rather than his house.

He floated down to the basement, his room, the only room in the house that Janus could not follow. Janus had never seen the basement as part of the house, and therefore when he died, he was restricted from it.

When Virgil had lived there, he’d chosen the basement to be his bedroom, so, when he died, he was able to go through there and the rest of the house.

Virgil floated above his bed and listened to the playlist that was constantly on loop in his room. He would actually need more songs on it, but he would never admit that in front of Janus.

He scowled, thinking about the snake of a ghost that occupied the upper house. Virgil wished he could kill him a second time.

It was hours later that Roman got home, and once again Janus whisked him away in conversation before Virgil could even greet him

Luckily, however, Janus seemed to be proposing that the heating be turned up. Virgil admitted reluctantly that Janus’ ability to convince people of things was impressive, no matter how much he hated it.

He left his room once he heard Janus and Roman finish their conversation

“Do you have to talk to him so much?” He asked, a sneer on his face

Roman didn’t even look at him before responding

“We’ve gone through this, Virgil. I am friends with both you and Janus. I can’t just not have conversations with one of you to please the other”

Virgil crossed his arms

“Alright, fine. How was your rehearsal?”

Roman went into a long rant about how they’d obviously chosen the lead correctly, as it was him, but that one of his cast mates had been making snide remarks all day, which obviously couldn’t happen

“Alright, I get it, you’re dramatic,” he rolled his eyes

Roman turned to stare at him

“And you’re not? Last week you told me you were going to stay in the basement forever so you would never have to see Janus again!”

Virgil looked away and muttered that he was not being dramatic and never having to see Janus again was the kind of happiness that required no extra dramatics.

“Yeah, okay, so why did you come back up, if you weren’t being over-dramatic when you said that?”

Virgil left the room, totally not dramatically, and checked on the little guy. They were organising things, probably supplies.

They didn’t look as tired anymore. Virgil went back down to his room. He obviously couldn’t let Roman know about the little guy.

Roman was… very excitable. The little guy seemed very skittish, and they seemed to avoid loud noises. It would be best to keep Roman in the dark about this.

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Let me pet the snake, you coward!

No! Stanley, would you stop laughing and help me!?

...you should let Polly pet the snake.

Oh, not you too!

Polly (the player ghost) can't interact much since only their hands are actually solid, but my lord, they *will* pet any snake they find.

This took Way too long! I don't usually do comics, so forgive the lack of colors, but this was super fun! Thank you, @blackkatdraws @braisedhoney and @beartitled for the inspiration and amazing art!

Here's a written description of the comic, inclusion the text:

Polly and Stanley are watching something on a tv that is poorly balances on a turned filing cabinet. The Narrator (Neil) see's them, and wonders what going on and what could have Polly so excited, thinking to himself I wonder what those two are doing

The two of them are watching a fight between A giant yellow snake/centipede (an arrow, apparently???) and another Narrator it seems, as Polly explains to Stanley who they are and what's going on.

Neil goes to sit down, quite intrigued, then freezes. Wait a minute, he thinks. He turns to the ghostly player who slowly turns to him in return. Their grin widens as he observes them, Idiotic smile, no thoughts, just vibes, and (most importantly) They are wayyy tooo excited about this. He slowly turns towards them. "Player, no." He says firmly, addressing them in a formal way as he always does. Their grin only gets bigger. "Polly, Yes!"

Flash to a few minutes later with The Narrator having to hold Polly back from going to pet the giant snake that could maybe eat them whole. Polly is determined to do this as the Narrator struggles to hold a literal ghost back, mumbling about when did they get so strong? Polly just wants to pet the giant new friend. Stanley stays near the tv, laughing at the two of them in the company of this bucket.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Day 25– Pegging

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings: cursing, pet names, soft!hotch, pegging, use of a dildo and lube

Word Count: 1.9k

Aaron was the kind of man who held onto every ounce of stress he encountered. It often resulted in him being so wound up at all times that it was hard for him to relax. You did your best to alleviate some of this by being attentive to all of his needs, emotionally and physically.

Aaron trusted you much more than anyone else, and it showed in his behavior, his actions and his words, the way he'd willingly tell you anything you wanted to know, even if it was uncharted territory. He'd always been incredibly open with you in his wants and needs which was part of the reason your relationship was constantly thriving.

Your friends all gushed about how happy the two of you were, and a lot of it had to do with the fact that the two of you didn't hold back with one another. If you wanted it, it was yours, and vice versa. The two of you were so happy together that pleasing each other came naturally—your sex life always exciting. You never thought you'd have your hands on anyone like Aaron. He was rugged, sexy and manly in an entirely different way than most men. He was intimidating to everyone else, demanding and broody, with his neutral expression, usually a frown, but when you were around, he was always smiling.

Aaron had an in charge attitude that radiated at all times, but especially in the bedroom. He had a dominant personality that could make you quiver from his deep voice alone, but you really loved when he bossed you around—it sent shivers down your spine just thinking about it.

Aaron had often alluded to switching roles, although you'd been waiting for the perfect opportunity to give him what he'd been asking for. When he came home from a case so wound up that he couldn't even get comfortable on the couch, you knew it was time—he needed you now more than ever, and it was obvious by the lines on his face, the way he was slouched with his arms crossed, an obvious look of discomfort on his face.

"I was thinking," you began from his lap, laying across him, looking directly up at him from his spot on the couch. He looked down at you curiously, his hand brushing your hair back away from your face.

"Tell me," he urged, so you sat up, coming to straddle his lap, snaking your arms around his neck. He couldn't help but to bring you towards him, his mouth meeting yours with an urgency you'd never seen before. You realized then how badly he was in need of a distraction, anything to take away the thoughts that invaded his brain and made it hard for him to settle down after a case.

"Maybe it would do you some good to let someone else take the reigns for a little bit," you mumbled against his lips, his cock already growing stiff under your lap. He drug you across his rock hard member, letting out a hiss at the friction.

"You'd do that for me?" He asked, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before you had a chance to reply. You gave him a small nod, whimpering as his tongue made its way into your mouth, his hands on the small of your back, guiding your center across his cock.

"Whatever you need, Aaron. I'd do anything for you," you assured him, watching as he pulled away and his cheeks grew red, shy under your gaze. You wondered what he could possibly be thinking, why he was so hesitant to say. You kissed him, your nose brushing his as you silently reminded him that he could tell you anything, no matter what. He met your eyes, kissing you quickly before he took a deep breath, his hands moving to your ass to give you a gentle squeeze.

"I've been thinking too," he admitted, coming forward to kiss you on the lips before he hoisted you up, carrying you in the general direction of the bedroom. He didn't stop until your backside met the bed, and then he gently sat you down, coming to stand in front of the dresser. Your interest was piqued as soon as he opened the drawer where you kept your toys, rummaging through it until he found what he wanted. He came to sit on the edge of the bed, handing you a bottle of lube and a bright pink dildo, his cheeks mirroring their color as he laid on his side, looking back at you.

"I was wondering if you'd use this on me," he said finally, your heart beginning to drum wildly in your chest. It took you half a second to agree, nodding happily as he let out a sigh of relief. You were honestly shocked that he hadn't asked sooner given his curiosity—he'd suggested letting you fuck him before, but you'd never actually gotten around to trying. That was all about to change very quickly, and you couldn't have been more ready for it. You wanted to make him as happy as possible, and you couldn't wait to see how much it eased some of his worries, letting go of his inhibitions, even if it was only for a bit.

"Come here," you patted the head of the bed, instructing him to lay down. You undressed him first, letting your eyes rake over him shamelessly once you had him completely naked. He was glorious, every inch of his long, perfect frame, splayed out on the bed like a work of art that should be admired in a museum somewhere. You felt privileged to even be able to touch him, let alone have his hands on your own body.

You straddled his lap, kissing him all over, your hands roaming his chest, down his arms, all over—he was a whimpering mess already, his body littered with goosebumps from the delicate touch of your fingers. His hands gripped your waist, his mouth parted slightly as you covered him in affection. You were aware of the reaction you had on him, the way he would come unglued at the simplest touch would drive you wild—but especially right now.

"I trust you," he reassured you, making your heart swell ten sizes as you crawled between his legs, your hands massaging his thighs as you got comfortable. He pulled his knees up, letting his head rest against the pillow as you began to lube up your fingers to prep him for your cock—your head was spinning at the mere thought of fucking him like this, he just looked so fucking good.

"You remember our safe word?"

He nodded, his eyes closed, his hands folded across his stomach, his cock throbbing against his lower stomach.

"Purple, but I won't need it," he gulped, looking down at you with an eagerness you'd never seen before. You slowly brought your fingers to his hole, probing gently until you'd successfully slid a digit into him. He was already breathing heavily, his chest heaving at the smallest touches, you couldn't wait to see how he reacted to the real thing. You felt him, right and constricting around you, instantly yearning for more but taking your sweet time with him.

"You're doing so well, baby," you cooed, your free hand pumping his cock lazily as he worked to steady his breathing. You let your finger explore him for a minute, until you were sure he could take another, adding a bit more lube before you added a second finger. Aaron let out a contented sigh, nodding his head, his eyes opening briefly to meet yours.

"So good, sweetheart," he breathed, propping up on his elbows so he could watch you pump your fingers into him. You could feel him beginning to loosen up, his body in complete relaxation mode after a few minutes. In fact, he was getting antsy—he needed you desperately and he had no issues voicing this to you.

"Please, sweetheart. Please fuck me," he begged, deep and rumbling through your body, making every hair stand straight up—you were a mess between your legs, but that could wait for now—all that was on your mind was making sure Aaron knew you'd always take care of him, however he needed.

"You sure you're ready baby?"

He nodded, bringing his legs up a bit more, spreading himself open for you, his eyes trained on your hands. You lubed up the cock and brought it to his ass, teasing him a bit at first, sliding against his slippery hole until he was staring back at you with wide eyes, licking his lips, pink and puffy, making you smile back at him.

"You're teasing," he said playfully, a grin spreading out on his own face; you were simply making sure he was ready to take you. You carefully slipped into him, going slow so your cock could stretch him out, his eyes fluttering shut; you gave him plenty of time to adjust to it before you began to move, easing into him gently.

"How do you feel, baby?" You wanted to make sure he was okay, but one look at his face—brows pulled tightly together, lips turned upward, and you knew.

"So fucking good, sweetheart. I need more," he told you, and you were more than willing to oblige, speeding up a fraction.

"Pretty boy," you said mostly to yourself, but the blush on his cheeks told you that he'd heard you, but it couldn't have been more true. He was the most gorgeous person you'd ever laid your eyes on.

"Your pretty boy," he confirmed with a grin as you sank deeper into him, his moans falling shamelessly from his lips. It sent electricity all over your body, every nerve on high alert as you took away his stress with each slow stroke.

"You take it so well, baby. Such a good boy, isn't that right?"

He nodded wildly, taking his cock in his free hand, pumping himself as you fucked him, his tip leaking profusely as got closer to his climax.

"Mhm, yes. Your good boy," he repeated, spilling onto his lower stomach as your movements came to a halt. You slid out of him slowly, watching him shudder at the loss of contact before he opened his arms, silently begging you to come lay on top of him.

"You were right. That's exactly what I needed," he sighed, kissing your forehead as he sank into the pillows. You sat up long enough to clear off the bed, bringing the covers over you before he could protest.

"I'm glad I could help. Get some rest, baby. You've earned it," you kissed him as you settled in at his side, cuddling into him. He was already snoring as you got comfortable, sleeping peacefully as you tucked the blankets in at his side and nestled in close to him.

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I cannot believe we've already made it through 25 days of Kinkmas! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! I'm going to take a few days to get my mind right and I'll be back to writing, but until then, happy holidays and I'll see you around the new year!

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❝ soulmates ❞

notes -> this is my piece for leviathan's birthday collaboration 2023. the prompt is 'soulmates'

contains tw -> mentions of reader's death, topics of reincarnation, mentions of death of animals, angst with a happy ending

leviathan x gender neutral reader

the art piece drawn by the very talented @thedevioussmirk can be found on their tumblr and instagram

Levi didn't know that happiness like that existed, that he could feel so comfortable in another’s presence, that he could gather the courage to hold their hand gently and tell them about his life willingly. Levi found it all, and he was grateful that he found peace in one person.

However, peace was a fragile state and it didn't last long. His euphoria shattered soon. Your time was up before he could ask you to spend the rest of your life with him. He didn't know what he regretted more — the fights that had shaken both your worlds, or the times he thought he hadn’t been there for you, or the sinking feeling that he couldn’t give you all the happy memories he had planned to.

He knew about your mortality but his fear had paralysed his mind into denial. You were gone before he could accept that he would be alone once again.

Still, he kept his gloomy feelings in check. What was the point? He knew this would happen. He knew, he knew! Who should he curse? What should he place the blame on if not his own naivete?

With a face as stern as the oceans that he ruled, he entered your room but his eyes were dry as a desert. He finally broke down in tears at the sight of your dead fish. How cruel of you to not leave behind the one friend you shared in common!

༺☆༻

"You know he swims with more vigour when you come to visit me," he could hear your voice in his mind as he pictured you glancing at your energetic pet. "I think he likes you!"

"Eh? Eh?! So-Someone li-li-likes me?!" he used to blush with joy.

"Yes, Levi," you would smile sweetly, "I think he approves of our love."

༺☆༻

The love still tugged at his heart like a wounded bird wanting to stay still. That was what made it so difficult. Even when the person left, the memories stayed, and he didn't know if those were meant to please him or torment him for the remainder of his days.

He shut himself in his room and refused to talk to anyone, only fulfilling his responsibilities for which he believed he was 'created'. Was there any other point of life if not to satisfy the authorities?

How he destroyed his mind in his own time was a matter for him alone.

༺☆༻

It was on one such mission assigned to him that he came across a human who resembled you. They were the splitting image of how he remembered you as.

No words of encouragement could urge him to approach them. Was he not betraying your memory by talking to this new person? Could it not be a twisted trap? In all honesty, he was scared; scared that grief was making him hallucinate and the moment he tried to approach them, they would vanish. Wasn’t it better for them to exist and live than be tarnished by his company?

Despite the noble thoughts that plagued his mind, they always had his presence around. He stalked their every move during his free time. He could not let them come to harm, not on his watch.

His face softened when he saw them buy a pet snake. Maybe he could have one too. That was how he met his beloved Henry, the first one of his pets, the one who he would eventually lose. His new pet snake was a constant source of comfort for him, just as tracking their every move was.

Days were passing pleasantly. One could say too pleasantly.

He had made himself believe that someday soon he would muster the courage to go talk to them. If everything worked out well, they might become friends. Henry would get a snake bestie too!

Alas! That life was too good to last!

He noticed their snake looking sick before them. He felt a sense of foreboding. It was deja vu.

No, no, no, no, no! He had to make sure that it was fine. When he tried approaching the snake, it hissed and slithered away in the sand, away from his reach, as if moving in rhythm with death. Some place nearby, they didn’t see how a reaper pulled them close in a cold embrace.

This time, Levi didn’t restrain himself, howling and shaking with sorrow as he held their lifeless body in his arms. It wasn’t even you, so why did he feel so broken?

He didn’t even know them! Not really.

But he knew the moment he finally touched them. He could feel the warmth of your soul slowly disappearing from the person he held in his arms.

༺☆༻

The next time Levi found you — or as he now realised, your reincarnate — he tried to keep his distance… and failed. His failure cost him another heartache as he saw you dead, the corpse of your pet lying nearby.

It happened so many times — the pattern following, a dead pet at your heels — that he feared stepping outside his room. If he held your dead body one more time in his arms, he felt sure that he would go mad. He dreaded that face that had once made his heart feel like liquid. So, without any explanation to any of his brothers, he locked himself up in his room with his games, anime, manga and whatever could distract him from the pain he had brought upon himself.

At least Ruri-chan and Azuki-tan weren’t as cruel as you! They wouldn’t leave him alone.

༺☆༻

A long time had passed before he faced a new change in his life. He had grown so accustomed to his hermit existence that it annoyed him, but Lord Diavolo’s orders needed to be followed. His duty was important, since it kept him out of trouble with Lucifer and paid for his moe moe kyun adorable figurines of his waifus and husbandos!

Other than that, the exchange programme didn’t concern him. Human beings didn’t concern him anymore. He wanted to stay in his room, burdened with shame and helplessness, doing his best to forget and forgive a fact that was beyond his control anyway.

༺☆༻

He was obliged to have dinner with his family that night. Apparently Lucifer wanted all of his brothers to meet the exchange student. Levi grunted but paused his game and made his way to the dining room, slouched and grumpy.

“Why does Lucifer have to do this? Does he even know how difficult it is to get to the last level?! OFC he doesn’t LOLOLOL that normie could never-! No wonder he called me. How is a mere normie to understand the importance of my mission?! Ahhhhh my unused joints are crying out in agony. Uwwaaaaaaah end my misery, let this gross otaku go back to his room!!”

Ahead of him, he could hear chatter and he felt sick to the pit of his stomach. He was not ready for this level of social gathering, with some extroverts no less! Not to mention that there would be a new face in the midst!

You were guarded from view when he entered the dining room looking ready to pass out. It was the voice that gave you away. All his anxiety and discomfort was forgotten. He was fixed to the spot.

Without another glance, he left, rushing for his room.

“Levi? Levi?! Where are ya goin’?” Mammon called after him.

“Leviathan! Come back this instant,” Lucifer looked displeased.

“Did I do something wrong?” you asked timidly.

“Ohhh hunny don’t worry about him. He probably has some anime to watch,” Asmo spoke soothingly.

After shutting his door after him, he collapsed into a heap on his floor.

Those eyes… How long had it been since he actually looked into your eyes?

And he knew that he wouldn’t sleep peacefully that night.

༺☆༻

He tried his best to not cross your path. It shouldn’t have been THAT difficult. He had managed to do it several times during the last centuries. The only difference was that now you wanted to know him, to be his friend and in front of that persistence, he felt weak.

“Leviathan? Are you inside? I bought a new game but I can’t understand the mechanics. Can you show me, please?”

“Leviathan, I got some snacks. Would you like to share?”

“Leviathan, what are you up to? I think we should get acquainted, you know?”

When he finally responded, you seemed to grow bolder.

“Levi! Asmo said I could call you that. I hope you don’t mind. It would be nice if we could talk…”

The sadness in your voice broke his heart so he yielded. On witnessing the efforts that you were putting to form a bond with him, he opened the doors to his room and his heart for you. After weeks of gaming together and getting to know you — this you that lived independent of the love he felt ages ago — he couldn’t help wanting to be with you as more than friends.

You were radiant in his eyes and he felt comfortable around you. How long had it been since he actually enjoyed company?

However, there was no denying the sad truth that with something precious came the fear of losing it. It was a double edged sword and Levi could clearly see himself getting impaled at the sharp end of his feelings. Yet it would be a choice he made himself and he could no longer deny himself that.

༺☆༻

“Levi,” your voice floated from the other side of the door.

The controller slipped from his fingers. Bewilderment was quickly replaced by surprise and rage, followed closely by relief. So you hadn’t forgotten him.

The last few weeks had been dreadful. When you started spending time, holed up with Solomon in his study, Levi felt that he had lost you. What did you two talk about in solitude? He kept wondering with envy.

“Levi, are you there? I have something to show you!”

That broke his reverie. He got up and opened the door for you.

“Hi!” you said with a smile. “Wow Levi it’s been a while since I saw you, huh?”

He fidgeted nervously and nodded, neither looking at you nor speaking. There was silence for a few moments before you spoke awkwardly.

“Are you angry with me?”

“N-No,” he managed, his face flushing pink. He understood your decision, truly he did. “Everyone will p-p-prefer Solomon to a yucky otaku like m-m-me.”

When he saw you move closer from the corner of his eyes, he turned towards you in shock. The expression on your face just confused him more.

He wasn’t expecting you to look… disappointed.

“Levi, why would you say that? That’s not true… You must know that. In fact, I have something to show that I appreciate you.”

He followed your gaze and blinked. Perched on your arm was a phoenix. He felt a little stupid for not noticing it before. The bird fixed a curious gaze on Levi and spread its wings, showcasing its splendid plumage of every colour imaginable.

“Pet it. Go on.”

When he hesitantly moved his hand forward, the bird leaned in, almost wanting to be caressed.

You smiled when he was mesmerised by the soft feathers. “I am so glad it likes you!”

“Yeah,” he murmured, awestruck that a mythical bird would actually welcome his affection. That’s when he remembered something.

“Wait, but what is the surprise?”

“Only that I want you to look after the little guy with me. This phoenix will be under OUR care from now on!”

His hand fell to his side stiffly. “Whaaaa- Buuuu- Wouldn’t Satan be a better choice for this kind of thing??”

“Well yeah,” you hesitated. “But I want it to be you, Levi.”

His throat felt parched and he was at a loss of words. He looked at the phoenix and then at your uneasy face. Knowing exactly what he wanted, he allowed him this excess.

“O-Okay, sure, [Name]. I d-don’t mind if you are fine with a gross, yucky otaku like me.”

He lost the function of his brain when your face brightened up and you grabbed his hand with a joyous cheer. “Yayy. You will? That makes me so happy!”

When you were leaving, he felt part nervous, part ecstatic.

A fact gnawed at his mind, but was not unwelcome.

A phoenix is supposed to be immortal.

#leviathanbday2023 #obey me #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral mc #obey me x mc #obey me!#shion script #obey me scenario #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #x mc #x reader #x you #obey me imagines #i actually wanted to address that even if mc is a reincarnation of someone levi held dear in the past #he will still see them for who they are #i wanted to write on this theme

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Marked for Death pt 16

Chapter 15

“You’ll let me know when they catch him?” Tim asked, standing by the car.

“Yes, I will,”Jason repeated. His men had gotten a sighting of their serial killer and Jason had run facial recognition on the guy and gotten a hit. Gary Newson, 34, worked at the bank across the street from the college. Which meant that after dropping Conan off at school, Jason would apprehend the guy.

“You sure it’s safe to get him during the day?” Conan grimaced. Jason sighed fondly, watching his kid rock back and forth on his heels.

“I’ll be safe,”Jason reassured. “I’ll get him, don’t worry.”

“Okay, but text me when you do,”Conan said seriously.

“You’re supposed to be in class, not on your phone,”Jason reminded him. “And your phone is supposed to be for emergencies, kid.”

“I wanna make sure everything goes okay,”Conan protested. “Maybe I should just stay home-”

“Go to class, Cone,”Jason said, cutting him off. “Everything will be fine and you’re gonna be late if you don’t get to class.”

“But-” Conan protested.

“No, nope,”Jason shook his head.”I’ll walk you to class-”

“Fine, I’m going,”Conan groaned dramatically.

“See you after school, kiddo,”Jason called. Conan pouted exaggeratedly, and walked back to the front doors. On his way, the kid turned to look at Jason with big puppy dog eyes, each time Jason waving him forward encouragingly. Conan heaved the biggest sigh when he’d gotten to the doors, and pushed them open.

Jason watched as his kid disappeared through the doors. A semblance of a smile on his face. He hoped Conan had fun with his friends, but he knew he’d miss him terribly. But, like usual, he had a job to do.

After Dick’s advice the night before, Jason had started up a program he’d picked up to try to scour social media for any clues for Tim’s whereabouts. It was slow going, but he hoped after Red Hood had apprehended the killer the program would have more results.

As of now, he had to get home to don the Red Hood outfit and pay Gary Newson a visit. He’d get back to the Robin case as soon as he got back home, and maybe, he’d tell Batman if he’d found anything.

“He was Snippy’s previous owner,”Mitchell whispered.

“Why are we whispering?” George whispered back. Tim rolled his eyes.

“It’s just Mr.Sturges,”Amy said, albeit a bit quieter than her normal voice. “He was the second grade teacher and Snippy was his class’s pet.”

“You think he’s sad Snippy’s gone?” George frowned.

“Wasn’t he gonna give Snippy to Ms. Mouri?” Mitchell thought aloud.

“Sometimes teachers don’t get to choose when they get class pets,”Tim offered. He looked over at Mr. Sturges, who seemed happy to be on break for once. He was looking at his phone while at his desk.

“Well, lets go say hi!”Amy exclaimed, skipping forwards.

“Wait, Amy!” George and Mitchell exclaimed, running after her. Tim heaved a sigh, but followed at a leisurely pace.

“-you have any pictures of Snippy?” Amy was asking. The man seemed surprised, but happy enough to bring up some pictures on his phone.

Tim observed from behind the three kids, looking at pictures of a medium sized corn snake. A lot of pictures. So many pictures of snakes, Tim was kind of worried about this man’s well-being.

“Snippy loves mice, that’s his favorite snack,”Mr. Sturges was saying, and the three kids cooed at another picture. “I even learned how to crochet and made him this little hat,”He said, flipping to another picture of a tiny party hat on the snake’s head. Tim had to admit it was pretty cute.

“Are you gonna get another snake to replace Snippy?” Mitchell asked. Tim kept an ear on their conversation while he looked around the office. One picture of Snippy on the desk, a calendar filled with notes, and a few other knick-knacks.

Mr. Sturges answered with a sad smile,”Ah, no. I don’t think I’ll have another class pet. Snippy was enough for me.”

“Do you like Ms. Mouri’s turtle too?”George asked,”Her name is Berta.”

A slight frown overtook Mr. Sturges’ face for a moment before he smiled,”Turtles are good class pets, but I still prefer snakes,”He said.

The kids thanked him after that, making their way back to the playground for recess, considering they’d snuck back inside to question the man. “I don’t think he did anything to hurt Snippy,”Any said.”He seemed really nice, actually.”

“Maybe Snippy just escaped,”Mitchell shrugged.

“He didn’t,”Tim said, walking over to sit on the swings. “What?!” The kid exclaimed, crowding around Tim in a way that made him want to take a few steps back.

“Conan, what do you mean?” George asked. “He didn’t escape?”

“It wasn’t aliens either,”Tim said. “Did you notice how Mr. Sturges always talked about Snippy in present tense?”

“Presents?” George repeated, and Mitchell nudged him.

“He said Snippy loves mice, not Snippy loved mice,”Tim clarified, swinging his feet idly. “And he had a lot of photos of Snippy, too many to not be recent. And judging by the notes on his calendar, he only learned crochet at the beginning of this month. Which means he couldn’t have made Snippy a hat.”

“Unless he took Snippy!” Mitchell exclaimed.

“Exactly,”Tim nodded.

“We gotta tell people! The teachers!”George bounced, getting ready to leave,”He stole Snippy!”

“Not exactly,”Tim hedged.

“What?!” The three exclaimed together, looking back to Conan.

“You see, Mr. Sturges had a pet snake, Snippy,”Tim started. “He loved his snake a lot so he asked the school to make him a class pet. And they did, for a few years, but then the school heard Ms. Mouri asking about having a class pet for her first graders.”

“So the school was gonna give Mr. Sturges’ snake to Ms. Mouri!” Amy gasped.

“Right, so Mr. Sturges likely staged Snippy going missing so he could keep him,”Tim finished. “He didn’t do it to be mean, he just wanted to keep his pet.”

“Oh,”George wilted. “I don’t think we should tell anyone,”Mitchell piped up. “He seemed happy with Snippy.”

“Yeah, and it wasn’t Ms.Mouri’s fault either, since she just wanted a class pet of her own,”Amy speculated,”I don’t think she would have known the school would take Snippy away from Mr. Sturges.”

“Well what do we do now?” George pouted, crossing his arms.

“What do you mean?” Tim asked, tilting his head.

“The Detective Boys’ first case closed and we can’t even tell anyone about it!”George said, and the others frowned.

“Aha! We’ll just have to solve another case!”Amy exclaimed. The other two crowded around, excited and shouting out mysteries around the school. Tim sat back on the swing with a small smile. Even if school was boring and chaotic, he figured he could at least do something useful while he was here. Why not solve some mysteries?

Jason sighed, wiping blood off his knife. Gary Newson, while an expert at blitz-attacking young women, was not prepared for a fight against Jason. Gary had folded like a wet paper bag when Jason brought out a single handgun. It hadn’t taken much convincing for him to spill everything he’d done.

Four girls from Gotham University dead, all because of some guys mommy issues, and Jason wasn’t remorseful in the slightest over shooting the bastard in both kneecaps. Hopefully, he wouldn’t ever walk again, much less kill anyone else. The man would spend the rest of his life in jail though, so Jason wasn’t too worried about letting him back on the streets.

Driving home, Jason couldn’t help but think about Robin. The program he had running on his systems at home should have collected any online social media images collected from the areas Timothy could have disappeared from. Jason was hoping to find some clues to where Tim went, or who might’ve taken him.

Conan’s school lets out in a few hours, so Jason didn’t see an issue with opening the image searching program the minute he got home. It took him nearly two hours to scope through each individual image for any sign of Drake. Which led him to 3 images out of 238.

The first image was of some drunk girls leaving a bar, with Timothy Drake passing by in the background. From the timestamp, it was the first image captured and the closest to Stephanie Brown’s house. Jason marked the location on the map, noting Tim’s appearance and direction. Jason figured he was headed home based on direction alone.

The second image was of a couple and their new apartment, where Tim could be seen from outside the window. The kid seemed to be pressed against a building, facing around the corner. Jason could see the change in route, and wondered if something might’ve caught Tim’s attention.

Marking that location on the map, Jason continued to the last photo. This photo didn’t have Tim in it, but instead one other figure Jason had become familiar with over the past month. It was a photo of someone’s cat on a balcony, and far down on the street was one familiar figure dressed in black and heading in the direction Tim had gone off course in. In Vodka’s hands was a familiar looking red case.

Jason heaved a breath, thinking over the case. So Tim was on his way home when he noticed something. Minutes later, Vodka comes up from behind him and Tim is never seen again. It makes Jason want to grind his teeth, but he knows that he can’t do much with this information. Conan and himself have been keeping strict tabs on the Black organization, and so far they’d had no luck in tracking them down.

With Vodka’s presence, things just got more complicated, but Jason couldn’t help the flare of hope in his chest, because they were one step closer to finding Robin. Jason rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking at the clock. Taking a breath, he sent in the images and his notes on the Black Organization to Batman. Marking Tim’s last known location on the map, he sent Bruce a note to check out the area for clues.

It was all he could do at the moment, but every second counted. Jason was trusting Bruce to follow the trail while Jason picked up Conan from school. Hopefully the bat had something useful by the time Red Hood left for patrol.

“And Mr. Sturges didn’t want to let go of his best friend, so he took him home and staged an escape,”Conan said, stirring the pot of sauce in front of him.

Jason smiled softly at the explanation. He hadn’t thought the Detective boys would actually solve the case, but it seemed he’d underestimated Conan and his friends. “You didn’t tell anyone?”

“No,”Conan wrinkled his nose. “Snippy was his snake, it was rude of the school to try and give him away. He should keep him.”

“That’s nice of you guys,”Jason hummed. “What case are you investigating next?”

“I don’t know yet,”Conan sighed. “They’re kind of upset they weren’t able to tell anyone about Snippy, but Amy’s mom got her some sticker paper and she made us all matching stickers.”

“Oh?” Jason asked, giving Conan a look in between chopping vegetables. “Can I see it?”

Conan sighed. “I guess. I put it on my notebook,”He said, jumping down off the stepstool and ran to the living room to grab his backpack. Jason listened for him, hearing footsteps into the living room before he paused.

“Uhhh, Batmans here!” Conan yelled from the living room, and Jason held back a sigh. Conan’s footsteps came streaming back into the kitchen and Jason wasn’t surprised to see the bat appearing in the doorway behind him.

“Alright, don’t panic,”Jason said, putting the sauce on low heat. He lifted Conan up to the step stool, ignoring the looming behind him. “Watch the sauce, and don’t eat any of the noodles while I’m gone.”

“Um, what do I do when-”Conan panicked a bit, not having been prepared to take over the cooking. Jason was sure the kid couldn’t mess up the sauce any way, and he’d been teaching him how to cook over the last month.

“In five minutes stir in one third cup of cream and as much cheese as you want,”Jason said, ruffling his hair. He didn’t mention that there was a limited amount of cheese set aside on the counter, so even if Conan wanted to over cheese it, he wouldn’t.

“kay,”Conan said determinedly, stirring the sauce once again.

With that, Jason took one more look at his kid before facing his shadow. “Living room, now,”Jason grunted, pointing with his finger until the man in the full Batman suit turned around. “Sit,”Jason directed, too busy managing his anger and exasperation to play into B’s inability to talk to people like a normal person.

“Why are you here?” Jason asked directly.

There was a pause before Jason heard an answer. “The case,”Bruce said, haltingly. Jason was annoyed that he used his gravely Batman voice.

“I meant what are you doing here, in my apartment,”Jason clarified. “I told you before that we would be working on the Robin case, and I sent you the information. None of which meant you should break into my apartment in full gear and scare my son.”

“It was urgent,”Bruce cut in, but Jason wasn’t done.

“No, this was our deal. I’m not at your beck and call anymore, if you want to work with me, you have to follow my rules,”Jason reminded. “One of those rules was that you stay away from my son. So why did you think it would be a good idea to come here?”

Batman was silent for a moment, and Jason had officially lost patience with the man. He didn’t need to explain this to Bruce again, especially not while his son was unsupervised in the kitchen. He could contact him later, when Red Hood went out on patrol, like they had been communicating.

“Just get out,”Jason said, shaking his head. “Call Dick, and don’t ever do this again.”

“Jason,”Bruce grumbled, but Jason put a hand up to stop him.

“Out. Now,”Jason directed, pointing to the open window. He couldn’t help but feel relief when the bat finally listened to him and slunk out the window. Jason was surprised that he didn’t feel any sort of vindictiveness at the action. He only felt tired and relieved, and frustrated at Bruce’s actions. He resolved to tell Dick about it later and sick the man on B about it.

“Jay?” Conan called from the kitchen. Huffing a smile, Jason made his way into the kitchen, hoping nothing was on fire. He sent a quick text to Dick before stepping foot into the kitchen, smelling the garlic permeating the air.

“I put the cream in, and the cheese,”Conan said, “But I ate some of the cheese,”He confessed, and Jason ruffled his hair.

“That’s alright, we got more in the fridge,”Jason said. He picked up the chopped vegetables to add to the sauce, pretending to ignore Conan’s offended stare. All thoughts of Batman left as he directed Conan through the recipe, joking with his son about vegetables.

Meanwhile, Dick was gearing up to lecture Bruce about valuing personal space and boundaries over casework.

Chapter 17

#What other mysteries do you think the detective boys should try to solve?#Marked For Death #mfd #tim drake #de-aged tim drake #I'll add the ao3 links when it is back from the war #jason todd #jason todd is a dad

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I want a Good!Tom Riddle that is NOT Tom X Harry!

I recently read Chamber of Secrets for the first time and, as someone who watched the movies first, I was genuinely surprised about how much I relate to Ginny Weasley!

Tom Riddle is incredibly charming and, just like little Ginny, I completely fell for it (even though I knew he was Voldemort all along). I just couldn't help it, he plays the role of the sweet, innocent Golden Boy too well!! I genuinely felt sorry for him when he started blushing while talking about the orphanage he lived in 💔

Obviously it's just a facade, a mask he wears to manipulate people and not his real self. I'm not at all trying to somehow justify the actions of Lord Voldemort. I'm just saying that, like Ginny and Harry, I fell for him.

But when I decide to search online for Alternative Universes where he was actually this prince charming with a heart of gold (*hyperbole*) that he pretended to be, I only found disgusting Tomarry smut.

I do understand that this is a crack ship that shouldn't be taken seriously, but damn, I must say I'm deeply disappointed and sad. Apparently, Tom Marvolo Riddle can only be "good" when the author wants him to fuck Harry James Potter.

And those fanfiction don't even base his "good side" on what we actually see him performing in the book, but apply the most generic and cliche 'cold, no feelings boyfriend and only y/n can made him love again' personality, but y/n is just called Harry.

I'm deeply mad at this fandom. Tom Riddle could be such a layered and complex characters if we consider his Golden Boy Persona as real, or at least something he's trying to be.

I know that J.K. Rowling dives more deep into his past in later books and I currently only read books 1 and 2, but from I could see, good!Tom Riddle (canon based + a bit of my headcanons): Comes from a negligent (possibly abusive) household that he much rather not go back to;

Tries to be the perfect boy in school, in a desperate quest for acceptance;

Tries to do what he judges right, even if it hurts other people or himself, it's for the greater good;

Does not have actual friends because he can't bond with people (and some people think he's just a show off);

Is a Teacher's Pet because he subconsciously wants validation;

Spent 5 years trying to learn more about who he and his mother's family are;

(Probably has a pet Basilisk — who might or not have killed Myrtle);

Gets along better with snakes than humans, because he doesn't need to try so hard around them.

Speaks Parseltongue in his sleep.

I'm fully aware that it also sounds very cliche, and I the need to say that as I, myself, don't ship Tom and Harry at all, I'm not here to hate this ship or on its shippers. “Ship and let ship.„ You do you, guys. I can understand how the whole Dark Mirror situation could have been appealing to some.

I just wanted to vocalize my frustrations about this damn ship basically monopolizing the "Good Tom Riddle" tag on Ao3.

I'd love fanfiction recommendations about it if you have some <3

(I also think we should talk about more about the friendship between Tom Riddle and Ginny Weasley, but this is a talk for another post. Anyway, if you got some platonic recommend for them, I'd love to read! <3)

For the love of Merlin, fanon is not canon and this doesn't justify Voldemort's actions at all.

Love ya!

#chamber of secrets #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #Good Tom Riddle #Anti Tomarry #ginny weasley #Harry Potter #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction recommendation #AU #alternative universe #Ao3 #headcanon #harry potter headcanon #tom riddle headcanon #golden boy tom riddle #charming tom riddle

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The Snake and the Wolf

Chapter 4 - Dancing

The ending is rushed, I did little to no proofreading but I have to go to work in like ten minutes so here's the last chapter of this story for @erisweek2023. See you tomorrow (which already is in Italy but shh) for the first chapter of my modern AU.

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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He transmuted as soon as he held her in his arms, heading for the village he protected from his father’s wickedness and Amarantha’s cruelty for all these years. The cluster of houses greeted them with its lights and colours, welcoming in the way only secluded places can be. It was almost dinner time, and a riot of appetizing aromas came out of the open windows, but Eris wouldn’t have been able to ingest even a spoonful of soup, his stomach twisted with terror. The mere possibility that Nesta might not wake up gnawed relentlessly at his heart, so he lifted her legs up in one fluid motion, resolute in wanting to carry her quickly to the modest residence he purchased at nearly double its value after Jesminda’s death. At first, no one in the village trusted him, and on the rare occasions he left the domestic walls, he had been regarded with suspicion and a good dose of resentment. Not that he blamed them, after the misery his father reduced them to. Ironically, he started to make friends only thanks to his hounds, the first people who smiled at him a handful of children dressed in rags who wanted to pet them. They were all adults now, two of them dead because of Cassian and Azriel, their loyalty and gratitude towards him yet another condemnation to which all those he loved were subject.

“I’m sorry...” he murmured to Nesta as he laid her down on the bed, unsure as to why he was apologizing. Perhaps he felt guilty for leaving her in the Night Court for so long, despite being aware of the injustices she was facing, or perhaps he wanted to make amends for having kept the secret about their connection to himself, even though he was still convinced he was in the right. After all, Rhysand and his friends hadn’t given her enough time to adjust to her new condition, hadn’t supported her after the war, after she’d seen her father die, and these were the consequences, so he could hardly imagine what reaction she could’ve had if she’d discovered she had a Mate too. No, Eris wanted to go slow, allow her to heal and make her own decisions, even if he didn’t like them. A part of him would’ve died forever if he had to watch her go away, thank him for his generosity but still turn her back on him to return to the human lands, or leave for the Continent, but he would’ve accepted it, because there was no point in trying to control a spirit like hers. Of course he still wanted to be the reason why she rediscovered her passions and how beautiful life could be, even if the Autumn Court as it was at the moment could be a little dangerous to explore. If the other High Lords had trusted him more, perhaps he could’ve taken her on a visit elsewhere, where she could’ve danced in halls decorated for the holidays and ate exotic delicacies, but for now he could offer only boring simplicity, although he had every intention to gift her even the Moon, if she asked.

“Wet her lips,” a voice suggested from the doorframe, making him jump in surprise. It was rare to see a Fae old enough to have wrinkles and greying hair, but in that very village lived one of them, a somewhat nosy wise female who had taught him to cook and take care of himself when there were no servants around.

“Will she recover?” he asked, hating the fragility in his tone, the fear showing in his gaze and the agitation making his hands tremble.

“Only if you take care of her and allow us to do so as well,” she replied, with a solemnity that made him wonder if she weren’t a Seer, and hadn’t glimpsed something in the pages of a future he hoped would be long and prosperous. It took a couple of days before Nesta managed to sit up again without any help, and almost a month before she rudely chased him away.

“I’m not dying, and I only got up to get an apple,” she blurted out angrily when he found her in the kitchen and ordered back to bed. When she’d regained consciousness and realized what happened, she was perplexed by his intervention, and although he explained with his usual detachment that it was his dog who’d found her and he had merely exploited an opportunity that could play in his advantage, she hadn’t believed him, going damn close to discovering the truth.

“She says you’re not as bad as they describe you,” the old woman told him one day, but he knew she’d only did it to mess with him, not because she would’ve reported the content of their conversations. Almost all the villagers brought food, clothes, books and every sort of pastime they had, but the thing Nesta seemed to prefer were his hounds. In no time she’d memorized almost all the names and after about ten days she already distinguished one dog from another, although her favourite was Dysomnia, to which Eris had to gave up ownership rights when he saw her curled up at his guest’s side, with Nesta reading her a bedtime story.

“It took me decades to train them and you’re undoing it all in less than a month,” he’d told her, and Nesta did nothing but smirk, making his knees feel like jelly. In her presence, he was an insecure and inexperienced schoolboy, but nothing could’ve prepared him for what he witnessed on Samhain night. As usual, he’d celebrated the festivities at the Forest House, but before anyone could approach him, when his father and brothers’ attention were on the countless females waiting to be chosen, he’d transmuted to the village, suppressing all carnal desires and jealousy, but still determined to make sure no one tried to get close to his Mate. He’d expected to find her home, perhaps annoyed by the noise, instead he’d seen her silhouette stand out in front of the bonfire, her arms raised above her head as she moved sinuously with the only other young female present. Eris knew that dance: two steps forward and one step back, then three forward again until the couples were eye to eye. Loose and harmonious, the girls twirled in frenetic pirouettes, their voluminous skirts rising to their knees like bluebells shaken by the spring wind.

“Enjoying the show?” she asked once she’d reached him, leaving the General speechless in front of such disarming beauty. Some locks escaped her usual, rigorous hairstyle, falling to the sides of her angular face like a frame of burnished gold, and her usually icy eyes shone with ecstasy, her cheeks, rosy and sweaty, fuller since the day he’d saved her.

“Incredibly,” he confirmed, his mouth strangely dry.

“I thought it was customary for a gentleman to ask an unaccompanied lady to dance,” she teased him, when the musicians resumed their playing. The instruments were out of tune, and the players certainly lacked the technical skills to perform that specific song, but Eris would’ve danced even without music if it allowed him to held her in his arms again. He took her hand with a half smile, placing the other on her slim waist, and she lifted her chin, looking straight into his eyes just as the first drumbeat rang out, her breaths one with the music. He accompanied her, his body at once tense and relaxed as his Mate bent and took shape with the rhythm. It was as if the music burned inside Nesta, as if it filled her veins and flowed there instead of blood. There wasn’t enough space in the small square for the pirouettes she should’ve performed, but Eris took his hand off her back anyway, and she managed to follow the series of notes with ease, returning her gaze to him at the exact moment in which the music returned to the central melody. Smugness wasn’t enough to describe what he felt as she swirled like a nocturnal storm, wild and indomitable to the point of making him drunk with a single smile. He wasn’t sure he was able to hold back the wild desire he felt for her much longer.

“You never told me you loved dancing so much,” he murmured to her, on the last notes of the song.

“It’s been a long time since I last did it,” she admitted, letting herself be led away from the festivities, into a dark alley that reduced everything else beside them to a distant buzz.

“It didn’t seem like it,” he replied, leaning his back against the damp wall. In another life, she would’ve been in his place, and he would’ve had a firm grip on her thighs.

“There are things that are hard to forget,” she went on, moving so close to him that Eris felt his heavy breathing on his exposed chest. He wanted to touch her like he’d never wanted anything in his life, wanted to feel her heartbeat, see what was inside, make sure she was aware of what she was doing.

“We should go home,” he finally suggested, making the animal inside him hiss with disappointment, although he was sure it was the right thing to do. A little over a month had passed, she could neither be ready for whatever she was looking for from him, nor she loved him as he already loved her. It was strange to say, even to himself, for Eris had never been in love. Infatuated, maybe, when he was still too young to understand he had to put a certain distance between himself and his lovers, but with Nesta it was different, regardless of the Mating bond. She saw beyond his mask, she knew his weaknesses and not for an instant she used them against him. Together they discussed politics, laughed and faced the ghosts of their past, without ever being intrusive, without ever feeling the need to distance themselves from each other.

“Or we could stay here,” she suggested, brushing his fingers with hers.

“Your every wish is an order,” he tried to joke, but when she put her other hand on his chest, sliding up to his neck, he couldn’t resist any longer. He stood trebling like a tree struck to breaking point, but now his lips were on hers, soft and full and hungry. In the back of his mind he realized he took her face in his hands and pushed her into the barn, their bodies pressed together, her nails leaving mark on the pale skin of his back. She moaned, cursed and murmured his name between kisses, a completely new music to which Eris would’ve danced all night long, if she asked him to.

#erisweek2023 #eris vanserra #nesta archeron #neris #i have nothing left to say people #just that i'm sorry this turned so neris centred #i wanted to post two chapters per day #and if i followed the schedule i originally planned i would've been able to do so #but work is a bitch and i had to condensate a seven chapter story in this #i'm sorry and i swear you're going to have something a little more gotesque in the future

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