#absence forgiven?

[regnantlight]

Zelda’s giving one giant hug to @gerudofury​ because she’s returned and that’s all that matters. 

“Welcome back, Urbosa.” 

#ABSENCE FORGIVEN ;-; #((had to hop on here because Zelda is thrilled to her back!))

[neteyamslovrr]

Hi I rlly rlly love your fics so if you don't mind can I request aonung x reader where the reader is disappointed with aonung bcs of what aonung did to loak (when he left him) so reader ignor by not giving him cuddle and kisses and it's killing him (he already said sorry to lo'ak) but still reader ignore him until he cried infront of the reader and the reader felt bad and hug him and then they cuddle each other and the reader pets his hair until he falls asleep basically a fluff ending, thank u and sorry for the long discription

Disappointed

summary: disgusted with what your boyfriend did to the poor forest boy, you cannot speak to him, driving him crazy.

1.2k words fem!metkayina reader

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You were horrified. The pit of disgust bubbling in your stomach as you watched the scene in front of you. Ao’nung, your lover, sent some poor boy out to a death trap. Fiery depths of your emotions recoiled inside you. Eyes burning with disappointment as you stared at Ao’nung from a far being scolded by his father.

It was after all the chaos had happened but now you watched closely to his scolding. Witnessing the winces on his face when ever his mother chimed in. But you didn’t feel bad, you were disgusted with him, the least he deserved was a reprimanding.

“I’ve had enough with you Ao’nung, your punishment will be decided tomorrow.” Ronal hissed at him before leaving the pod with Tonowari. You supposed they were going to the Sully’s.

You watched Ao’nung as he crouched on the ground, his face stiff to stop any emotion he was experiencing to be shown. You looked down at him, a loud sigh escaping your mouth. How could he be that stupid? How could he do that to the poor boy?

“Ao’nung.” His head immediately turned to face you. He saw the look in your eye, the glimmer of disappointment and it killed him. The way you scowled down at him, the look you gave him would take him years to recover from.

“Y/N you have to understand, I am sorry. I should- I should never have done that to Lo’ak.” Rolling your eyes and scoffing it made Ao’nung feel small under your gaze.

“I’m disgusted with you, I love you Ao’nung but I am ashamed to be with someone so cruel.” The rasp and the way you said it so quiet. Quiet enough for it to feel the ever-most hurtful.

“Please Y/N, I apologised to Lo’ak… don’t say shit like that.” Ao’nung was on his knees now looking up at you. It was in the spur of the moment but he was ready to beg and plead for you to take back your shame.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now. Bye Ao’nung.” Walking out fast you heard Ao’nung’s breath tremble. You knew your words were harsh, but he was a bully, a conniving, cruel person today and you couldn’t be around him.

It had been days since you had talked to him. You’d see him give you longing looks across the shore while you built sandcastles with Tuk. You thought about forgiving him, but he had truly disappointed you, it made you wonder if he truly deserved to be forgiven.

“C’mon Y/N… he’s staring so hard right now.” Lo’ak laughed as you all sat in a circle with Tsireya and all his siblings. “I’ve forgiven him, you should too.”

“He doesn’t deserve it.” A blunt statement that made everyone shocked, Tsireya even letting out a small gasp.

Even Kiri who truly didn’t like Ao’nung was shocked. She knew that Ao’nung was sorrowful about his actions and seeing his pleading eyes edge closer and closer to where you all we gathered was torturous.

“He has tried very hard to make amends with us Y/N.” Neteyam chimed in. He was sick of hearing Ao’nung’s complaints about your absence and just wanted you to forgive the boy.

“We’re bros! C’mon Y/N, he’s miserable without you.” Lo’ak smacked your shoulder with his free hand. The other occupied as he held onto Tsireya’s arm.

“He is your lover Y/N, you must miss him too.” Tsireya softly said, her voice calming.

“I just don’t know if I can love someone who can be so cruel.”

You didn’t think what you said was that shocking but the way everyone’s faces had fell made you second guess yourself. Turning around to where everyone’s gaze laid was Ao’nung. His face blank, his eyes averting your gaze as his lips trembled just slightly.

You knew he heard you, it wasn’t like what you said wasn’t true, but it was slighty exaggerated.

“Shit.” Lo’ak whispered out earning a harsh glare from his brother and a light slap from his sister.

You couldn’t get any words out, the time moving slowly as you watched Ao’nung start to walk off, towards his marui. His usual cocky stride replaced with a fast paced walk, like he was trying to race the emotions about to spill out of his body.

Tsireya put her hand on your thigh, looking into her eyes she motioned to her brother. It was her subtly telling you to go, to follow after him. You could ignore him no longer.

As soon as you got up your legs were moving. Following Ao’nung in his pod. The sounds of his sniffles were heart shattering, maybe you let your disappointment go too long, you were stuck in your own head you didn’t think about his.

Pulling the curtain back you looked at Ao’nung, the way his hands were balled into fists as he crouched in the centre of the room. You slowly walked over to him. Crouching in front of him, his heavy breathes and shaking fists made you feel overwhelmed with guilt.

“Ao’nung-” His eyes shot up to look at you. Glossy and bloodshot. He’d been crying?

“Do you not love me anymore? Because if you don’t you can go.” His voice was quiet but still piercing, filled with hurt.

“No Ao’nung. That is not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean? Huh?”

“I just, I was shocked. I didn’t think that was something you had in you. And I wanted no part of it.”

Ao’nung’s eyes averted yours, he knew it was all his fault. But he didn’t think he’d lose his love over it, he couldn’t lose you.

“I’ve tried so hard to apologise Y/N, I’ve done everything. Please can you forgive me too.” His voice was laced with desperation no he gripped your arm with both of his hands. The possibility of losing you was becoming more and more like a guarantee, making his emotions pool in his eyes.

“I know you have Ao’nung.” That’s when you noticed the tears rolling down his cheek, a small gasp was let out of your mouth as you used the hand he wasn’t holding to wipe the tear off his face. “Don’t cry Ao’nung please.”

Ao’nung’s lip quivered rapidly, he felt so weak in front of you, letting his emotions out. He was being so vulnerable in front of you, it made him want to never look you in the eye again. “Forgive me baby please. I’m so sorry, I don’t want you to hate me.”

Pushing him into your chest, you rubbed a hand up and down his back soothing his shaking body. “Oh Ao’nung, I don’t hate you. I see you.”

Ao’nung’s body stiffened before immediately embracing you tighter than before. Laying down he rested his head on your chest, listening to your breathing. He longed for your touch for so long, he longed for you, to now be resting upon you again felt like a blessing.

“I am sorry Y/N” You smiled down at him, a hand caressing his head as he held onto you tightly.

“I know baby, don’t worry about it any longer.”

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authors note: kinda ooc but we didn't get much of ao'nung so its basically like character building

taglist: @aonungmybf @melovehiddlestan @goodiesinthecloset21 @dngnmtr-blog

#aonung x reader #ao'nung x reader #aonung #ao'nung #ao'nung oneshot #aonung imagine #aonung fluff #ao'nung fluff #avatar #avatar the way of water #ao'nungxy/n #ao'nung x y/n #ao'nung fic #avatar2 #avatar fanfiction #avatar 2 fanfic #avatar imagines #avatar oneshot

[lqveharrington]

Is It Over Now? | V.

summary: Alastor coming back after a seven year absence revealed what was underneath your 10 year relationship with Vox.

pairing: vox x wife!reader

includes: VERY MANIPULATIVE VOX, cursing (duh), toxic behavior, alastor not realizing he’s a home wrecker, Vel and Val being somewhat decent, (let me know if i missed any !!)

a/n: i’m on major hazbin hotel brain rot 🤷‍♀️

You were seething by the end of the extermination. All Vox would talk about was Alastor. It seemed like for the past six months all he could talk about was the Radio Demon. You were fine for about five months of it, but you started to realize it took a toll on you as well.

You were fine when Vox missed your wedding anniversary because he found out Alastor was back. You were fine when Vox missed your fashion week shows for Velvette. You were fine when he missed your birthday. But forgetting your past as extermination was coming up? Forgetting how you would break down every day before the extermination? You were done putting up with his actions.

“Doll, where are you going?” Vox slipped an arm around your waist, oblivious to the faces Velvette and Valentino made. “We’re celebrating here.”

“You’re celebrating.” You pulled away from him, walking up the stairs to your shared suite with Vox. “I’m leaving.”

“Wait, what?” Vox whipped his head over to you, slightly glitching. “What do you mean you’re leaving?” He asked but you were already up the stairs, causing him to use the electricity to summon himself to your shared room. “Doll, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” You push past him, grabbing your already packed suitcase. “Everything that happened in the last six months is wrong.”

He pulled you by your bicep, claws slightly digging into your skin. “Everything has been the same—“

“No, they haven’t.” You frown, trying to pull yourself out of his hold. “All you’ve been talking about is Alastor. But what about me?”

Vox scoffed, “What about you? I’m with you every fucking day!”

“You’re never with me, Vox!” Your eyes flash red, your free hand emitting red wisps. “Do you know how many anniversaries and dates you missed? Do you know how my days have been going?”

He stayed quiet but felt the rage bubbling up in him.

“You missed our wedding anniversary!” You glare at the ring on the hand holding onto you. “You missed all my shows, you missed my birthday—“

“I didn’t forget them.” He pressed his claws harder into your arm which made you wince. “You should’ve reminded me.”

“I wanted to! But you were so busy that I would just make you even more upset!” You bite your tongue. “Even Velvette and Valentino greeted me with happy anniversaries and a happy birthday. And where were you?” You practically shouted at him. “You were busy picking a fight with the demon who was the best man at our wedding!”

Vox’s eye swirled black and red, “Nothing is ever my fucking fault. You’re the one who wasn’t there for me!”

You flicked your hand which removed his hand from your arm, claws indented on your skin. “Bullshit. I was there every step of the way! I constantly have forgiven and forgiven, but you just keep hurting me!” Your pent-up stress and anger came out as your full demon form as tears welled from your eyes. “You were the one who wasn’t there for me! I cried to Velvette when I started retaining dreams of exorcists killing my family! I begged Valentino to not tell you that you missed any of our anniversaries! You haven’t cared for me since Alastor came back! I’m not playing this game anymore.”

“Where are you going?” He snapped his fingers, locking the doors and shutting the building down. No power was on, which meant everything was locked despite the missing locks. “I doubt anyone would be out during the day of the extermination.”

You paused but kept your composure as you remembered the only demons out. “Yeah, but the hotel is being rebuilt as we speak.”

Vox glitched again, “You are not going over to that shitty hotel.”

“I think I'll be fine since you keep forgetting about me anyway.” You shove him aside. “Unlock the doors, Vox.”

“Doll,” He let out a sigh, watching your every move. “I’m not unlocking the doors.”

“Why the fuck not?” You turn around, tears streaming down your face. “You’ve hurt me too many times! What am I supposed to do when you're too busy with Alastor that there’s no more time for me? Vel was the one who calmed me down this week!” You took a breath and looked up at the ceiling, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars you and Vox put up years ago. “I can’t pretend like we’re fine anymore.”

“Then don’t pretend, tell me.” He smoothed his claws on the arm he previously maimed, the silver wedding band cold against your skin. “When was the last time we fought like this? You were the one to tell me to talk things through.”

You bit your lip, wiping a tear. “I know, but it’s been a constant. Every day all you talk about is Alastor. When have we ever had time for ourselves in the past six months?”

Silence fills the room as no one dares to speak. Your quiet sniffles and Vox’s whirring are the only things keeping the room from being completely silent. Vox continued to rub the marks on your arm, trying to meet your eyes.

“Can you look at me?” He tapped your arm, earning a hum of acknowledgment. “Doll, look at me.” You shifted your gaze toward him, meeting his red eyes. He let a small smile slip, “Hi, gorgeous.”

You roll your eyes, “Yes?”

“Listen, if you want to leave…” He hesitated for a bit before snapping his fingers. “You have the choice to, but not the hotel. Just come back and let me make it up to you, I promise.”

Your eyes flickered between his eyes, the red streaks from his mouth becoming more prominent when you didn’t reply.

He took his free hand and ran a claw down your cheek, making you shiver from the contact. “You could easily take me down and leave. So why not?”

“I don’t know.” You mumble, letting him pull you into him. “I’m sorry.”

Vox grinned sinfully as one of his red eyes turned hypnotic again. He stroked your back, “It’s okay, you’re alright.” The blue chain connecting your wedding rings appeared. The same one that solidified your marriage in Hell. “How about we just stay here? We’ll relax and talk, okay?”

You nod, letting him guide you toward the bed. “I didn’t want to yell.”

“I know, you’re okay.” He set you down on his lap, stroking your cheek once more before tilting your chin up with a singular claw. “You know I love you, right?”

You let a sad smile slip through and peck the corner of his screen. “I love you too.”

Vox pulled you into him again, red streaks appearing down the side of his screen for the last time. “Good.”

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #august’s works 🫧 #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #vox #vox x valentino #alastor x vox #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel writing #hazbin hotel reader insert #hazbin hotel the vees #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angst #hazbin hotel self insert #hazbin hotel drabble #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fluff #vox hazbin hotel #vox hazbin x reader #vox the tv demon #vox tech #vox imagine #vox and alastor #vox angst #vox fanfiction #vox headcanons

[secretly-of-course]

I've been thinking a lot about Gus and Mattholomule lately and an interesting thing I've noticed is how much Mattholomule has completely redeemed himself in Gus's eyes.

We all know Gus has a history of getting bullied, of people pretending to be his friend just to use him and turn on him later, of letting himself "get tricked."

"You've done it again, Augustus."

And the thing is, his relationship with Matty also started this way:

Mattholomule just let his inner theater kid out and acted his little heart out pretending he was grateful for Augustus and the HAS welcoming him and pretending to want to be their friend, all the while just waiting to get Gus and Luz in trouble and take the presidency for himself.

Gus still saves Matty from the detention pit, but this could easily have become another one of Gus's worst memories. And even at the beginning of TTLGR, Matty is still acting like a jerk towards Gus.

But then Mattholomule does something none of Gus's past bullies would have ever even considered doing.

He stops. He goes against Bria's wishes. He helps Gus and the Keeper. He offers to help clean up the mess the others have left and to spend his own weekends restoring the graveyard with Gus. It was his idea! And we learn Matty was just as much of a victim of bullying as Gus was, though the way said bullying affected them was very different. Gus understands this.

And for Gus, that's enough. They may not be able to fully admit that they are friends now but they absolutely are. Gus has fully forgiven Mattholomule, which is proven by his noticeable absence in Gus's memories of getting tricked.

He doesn't associate Matty with Bria and her gang, nor does he consider the HAS incident to be a particularly bad memory. He doesn't consider Mattholomule to be part of his bad memories at all. That's just his friend Matty, who he hangs out in a graveyard with and has a picture of on his wall and inspired to join the illusion track. Anyways I just think it's neat.

#toh #the owl house #gustholomule #gus porter #mattholomule

[ceranovis]

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero's shoulders and a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it. Snow and Dirty Rain by Richard Siken

My @qsmp-secretvalentine gift for @weatheredwaxwings who asked for Pac/Cellbit! Happy valentines day!

#Somewhere out there is a universe where things went a different direction between these two #qsmpsecretvalentine2024 #Celltw #Pac/Cellbit #qsmp shipping #My art #gift art

[2d-reality]

Little Things (The Greedy Secondborn)

characters: Mammon, GN!MC navigation: Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie content/warnings: little things you do for the brothers, out of love. fluff. established relationship (implied you are dating all seven brothers equally with the exception of mammon whom i love more) word count: 584 notes: Each brother has their own part, linked above. I am still my own editor and I loathe editing, so please forgive any mistakes!

It’s no secret you baby Mammon. Even, and especially, when his brothers make his life a little more difficult with their sibling antics. It’s certainly lessened with you around, as any off-color comments are immediately met with a harsh glare and sometimes a short word of admonishment. 

But even you can only stand so much of his klepto tendencies. He’s good about your most precious things, for the most part. Once, when you were still new to the Devildom, the heirloom necklace you had been unceremoniously transported with went missing. It was the only piece of home you had left, aside from your clothes, and you weren’t proud of the breakdown you’d had when you’d discovered its absence. You were so caught in your grief, and anger at every one of your newly-minted demonic housemates, that you didn’t notice the absence of your guardian for nearly two full days. 

It was Asmo who returned your presently most prized possession; you’d been so relieved to have it back that you’d kissed both his cheeks through tears, uncaring of how it had returned to you and unaware of Mammon’s soulful eyes peering from around the doorframe of your bedroom. You had noticed he seemed out of sorts over the coming days, but chalked it up to his avoidant tsundere behavior. If you’d known back then he’d swiped it, in a moment of unawareness, gripped by his sin as he so often was, you might never have forgiven him. 

Your relationship had evolved since then, and you wouldn’t dream of being cross with him now, especially if you learned that he’d hunted for your necklace, shook up every fence he had connections to, levied a hefty charge on goldie with the curiosities dealer that ended up with it, and weathered the lecture from Lucifer as a result without a word, all to see it returned to you. 

He’d been much more careful with the things you held most dear since then. He’s more observant than anyone would give him credit for, especially regarding you, his shining jewel. But you knew that he was as much a victim to his sin as his brothers, and you had learned to cater to it, even if you didn’t know about his crusade for your necklace. 

Lucifer (at least partially at the behest of Diavolo, you presumed) had established an allowance for you. You, ever independent, picked up shifts at the local spots when you could to earn your own money, but you wouldn’t lie, having a little extra to keep up with the elite (which you could forget the brothers were, at times) was nice. It was also nice to have a couple extra grimm to stuff in a pocket, or a drawer, for Mammon to take when his fingers got a little sticky. He ended up spending at least some of it on you, anyways; a popup cafe, a second dessert at lunch, a trinket that reminded him of you. He would vehemently deny being so sentimental, but the twinkle in his eye when you graciously accepted whatever treat he gifted you and returned the favor with a kiss twice as sweet was enough evidence for you. 

If he knew you were purposefully leaving it in the same places every week, and never commented on the hit to your budget, he never mentioned it. You never said anything either, happy to make his life as easy as you could. It was no secret, after all, that you baby Mammon.

#obey me #mammon #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #om! mammon #mammon fic #fic #obey me x reader

[kieran-granola]

Sweet Sorries

(This is a little JayTim Chanukah gift for @silver-snow-77! Thank you for being a lot of fun 💕)

“We missed you at the Manor.”

Jason doesn't flinch but he tenses, his shoulders drawing up as he sets his helmet down on the table. Slowly, he turns around to find Tim sitting at his kitchen table all bundled up in a cozy sweater and scarf. The plate of sufganiyot that Jason cooked and abandoned earlier that day is waiting in front of him, the shape of it somehow accusing in the semi-darkness.

“Who’s we exactly?” Jason asks as he unholsters his guns. 

In the kitchen, Tim shrugs. “Alfred. Bruce. Damian. Me. Take your pick.”

Following his well-practiced routine, Jason unloads his weapons and puts them away in his safe. He'll need to clean them later — to make sure everything will be in working order tomorrow when he heads out into the streets again — but he's got more pressing concerns for now.

“You see me practically everyday, birdie.”

“We don't celebrate Hanukkah everyday, though.”

Jason shrugs off his leather jacket and sprawls on his couch to work on removing his boots. “Technically, for a week, we do.”

Tim's tongue clicks. “Jason.”

“Timothy,” Jason deadpans.

They stare at each other in silence for a minute, then Tim sighs. His shoulders droop, hurt clear on his face. When he speaks, his voice is thin.  “Why didn't you show up? I wanted to spend the night with you. I thought—I was hoping that you wanted to celebrate with me too.”

Shame and guilt bloom in Jason's stomach. Fuck. He's an asshole. He was so caught up in his insecurities, so worried about Bruce's judgment and Alfred's disapproval, that he didn't stop to consider whether Tim would be hurt by his absence. Stomach turning into a mess of knots, he kicks his boots off and stands up. 

“I'm sorry. I was planning to go. I mean—” he gestures to the plate of pastries, “—I even baked. But then I just… I don't know. I couldn't do it.”

Tim bites his lip. “You got scared.”

“I guess.”

“You could have told me. I would have spent the evening with you, we could have—”

“No!” Jason blurts out. “No. It's—You shouldn't have to skip family celebrations just because you decided to fuck the local pariah.”

Tim goes stock-still, his expression smoothing out into an impenetrable mask. “Is that what we're doing? Fucking?”

Dozens of memories flit through Jason’s mind — Tim's smile over shared fries, his strong fingers digging bruises into Jason's hips, heated debates in front of the TV, and days spent curled up together in bed — and his heart stutters. Dammit. He didn’t mean to imply that what they have isn’t serious. 

“No, it's not,” he says slowly. “You know it's not. You're as much of a detective as I am. You’ve got to know how I feel about you.”

“By that logic, you have to know how I feel about you too. But you still left me hanging at the Manor tonight.” 

Jason looks away. Maybe he does know. Maybe he remembers the way Tim took care of him when he was sick despite his own weakened immune system. Maybe he can picture the smile that blooms on his face whenever he wakes up next to Jason. Maybe he knows the shape of Tim's feelings intimately. Maybe he's let him write them across his bones with every kiss and touch.

Maybe it's not enough to compensate for his fear of Bruce anyway.

“I'm sorry,” he repeats. “I should have warned you. I was too caught up in my issues with B to think about you and that was unfair of me. I'll do better next time.”

Tim gives him a long, inscrutable look. Then he sighs. “Alright.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ve got my own hang-ups when it comes to Bruce, so… Apology accepted. On one condition.”

“Anything you want. Just say the word.”

“I want a sufganiyah,” Tim replies lightly. “And a kiss.”

Gratitude fills Jason’s chest with sunshine. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t Tim’s playful answer. To be forgiven so easily and reminded that Tim cares for him all in one fell swoop… It’s a gift he never thought he’d be given.

Eyes stinging, he moves closer and pushes the plate towards Tim. “Take as many as you want. Hell, eat them all. I can always make more.”

Tim grabs a beignet. He takes a bite, and powdered sugar sticks to his mouth, bright and enticing. 

Jason leans in reflexively at the sight. Every inch of him longs for a taste of Tim’s sweetness. As clumsy with his words as he can be, he knows exactly how to touch Tim by now. How to handle him with the care and reverence he doesn’t know how to express when he’s not borrowing a poet’s words. 

(Art commissioned from the lovely @coffeexrage)

Tim notices him staring. He lifts his chin and gives Jason an expectant look, his blue eyes impossibly bright. “Well? That’s only half of what I asked for. Where’s my kiss?”

Laughing quietly, Jason crosses the distance between them and kisses the tip of Tim’s freckled nose. “There.”

Tim scrunches up his nose. “I meant a proper kiss.”

“Finish eating, you gremlin. I’ll kiss you as many times as you want after.”

“You sure about that?” Tim grins slyly. “Because I might need a kiss every day until I die.”

Jason rolls his eyes even as his heart misses a beat. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“Oh, I can drive it harder.” Tim gives him an exaggerated wink.

Flushing, Jason takes a sufganiyah and pushes it against Tim’s lips to shut him up. “Eat or you won’t get any kisses at all.”

“Yessir.” Half-laughing, Tim takes a bite and the two of them share a smile. 

Jason doesn’t know what tomorrow will be like — whether Tim will insist on going to the Manor to light the candles again, and whether he’ll have the strength to accompany him if he does. What he does know, though, is that Tim’s gentle warmth is enough to make him want to keep making an effort. He might never be able to mend things with Bruce, he still damn well intends to nurture his relationship with Tim.

One kiss at a time.

#jason todd #tim drake #jaytim #happy chanukah #kieran writes

[skrunksthatwunk]

UGH daigo who pretends to wanna see strip shows and go drinking as a 12 year old because he knows everyone around him isn't cool with him being a kid, so he tries to be less lame, to be more convenient. yeah, you can take me anywhere. in fact, you have to. i'll show you just how grown i am.

daigo who sheaths himself in black clothes, all bark and some bite, all dark and mysterious. all touch me and you'll get burned. playing hard to get. not that he doesn't want to be alone, but he sure as hell doesn't want to be lonely. and for that people have to like him. want to follow him. he's got to be a magnet. leave me alone, i'm not worth your time. so whoever picked him up from the gutter would really have to want him.

daigo who struggles to get his men in line as sixth chairman. daigo who only took the job because kiryu finally needed him. daigo who's never as good as the fourth chairman (who retired after a day, who never had to be chairman). daigo who never holds that against kiryu.

daigo who does what needs to be done, daigo who makes impossible decisions. daigo who rises to the occasion and swears in, daigo determined to be a better man than sohei ever was. daigo who sees the clan as his family, and tries to protect everyone in it. daigo who refuses to screw over kiryu's new family, and daigo who is shot for it. daigo who keeps the clan from tearing each other apart, whose absence brings out the worst in them. daigo who wakes up from a coma and saves kiryu and mine, daigo who comforts mine after, unable to even sit up properly. daigo who takes on a whole baseball team to protect his high school baseball team, daigo who's expelled and thrown in juvie for it. daigo who takes the hit because he knows he'll be yakuza someday anyway. daigo who protects his city. daigo who protects his men. daigo who works a way to offer his broke high school buddy millions of yen and another chance at his dream into his plans. daigo who shows his enemies mercy, daigo who rushes out injured to save the people who've helped him. daigo who tries to get kiryu off charges, who tries to push him to stay with his new family. daigo who loves his father fiercely, daigo who can be relied on. daigo who takes care of people.

daigo who kiryu gives the guidance he needs. daigo who kiryu pulls from depression, daigo who kiryu comes to rescue. majima comes back to the yakuza for, and kiryu who makes him, so he's not alone. daigo who shows mine what it means to care for others, why that's a trait worth dying for. daigo who mine feels he is not worthy of, daigo for whom mine sacrifices himself. daigo whom kiryu covers up mine's betrayal for because he didn't want to hurt him, and because mine was better than that. daigo who's forgiven for selling out majima, for getting caught in something stupid. daigo the "little chef". daigo who kiryu nearly jumps off a building to reach when he's shot, and saejima who holds him back. kiryu who leaves a letter for him, and not haruka, the always-chosen. daigo who's joined by saejima and majima when the tojo crumbles and they have to hide. daigo whose men follow him in the security company afterwards.

daigo who needed to be loved. daigo who loved anyway. daigo who was loved.

#DAIGO APPRECIATION POST DAIGO APPRECIATION POST #I LOVE THAT LITTLE MAN!!!!!!!!!! #rgg #ryu ga gotoku #dojima daigo #daigo dojima #that's him that's the guy #yakuza #nyarla dni

[biskyfy]

Wicked Game

Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

pairing - reiner braun x fem!reader

word count - 5.2k

tags - MDNI, 18+, nsfw, smut, hurt/comfort, canon universe, mild angst, based on a song, reiner on his knees begging, briefly appearing armin, connie, and jean

summary - set in the canon universe on the ship between the group leaving the port in paradis and arriving at the hangar in marley to repair the flying boat. the reader having a previous history with reiner prior to his betrayal of the 104th and survey corps decides to confront him for his actions and get closure before their upcoming battle against eren and the founding titan. titled for the song Wicked Game by Chris Isaak.

ao3 - wattpad

You stood on the deck of the boat leaning against the rail and looking out across the waves of the sea as the breeze ruffled your hair lightly. The smell of salt water brought you some peace as your mind tossed like the waves beneath you.

So much had happened in such a short time.

Only a few days ago your biggest problem had been trying to quell the growing anger of the Jaegerists and now you were on a seemingly impossible mission to stop Eren from taking out the entire world with The Rumbling.

Not to mention, your group was the most rag-tag group of people you’d ever worked with before. You had your trusted comrades of the Survey Corps that you’d been with for years now. But then there were the others. Two Marleyan volunteers, one of which you could trust and the other you were unsure of who’s side she was on. Two children, one of which had murdered one of your best friends, the other now holding one of the Nine titans. A Marylean Warrior you’d only fought against until today and another girl you once called a comrade until her betrayal four years ago only to work with her again.

And then there was him.

Why did it have to be him?

You let out a heavy sigh as you hunched over the railing watching the ship cut through the water below you and ran a tired hand through your hair.

You knew his Titan power was necessary in order to take down Eren, but that didn’t mean you wanted to work with him again. Not after what he had done to your group of friends. And more so what he had done to you.

The night before the tension around the campfire had been palpable between the opposing sides now forced to work together for a common goal. But he had been surprisingly quiet through the accusations thrown back and forth.

Part of you wanted to see some sort of reaction from him. Anger towards you and your people that five years ago had fueled his choice to reveal his betrayal and help in the slaughter of almost the entirety of the Survey Corps. The hatred he had held towards you and the others after pretending to be your comrades until revealing his true intentions.

But he was nothing more than the empty shell of the man he once was. He sat quietly until admitting to being the reason for Marco’s death so long ago. He was pathetic as he groveled to Jean, insisting he couldn’t be forgiven for the sins he had committed. And he did absolutely nothing to defend himself as Jean beat him senselessly until the girl had thrown herself in the line of fire to protect him.

You hoped to see something of his past self you had loved so much. But there seemed to be nothing. You hadn’t made any effort to speak to him and him the same to you. But you could always feel his eyes lingering when you were around. Quietly watching you as he took in who you yourself had become in his absence.

It had felt almost ironic killing your former Jaegerist comrades in an effort to defend him and Annie in their Titan forms. It felt even stranger watching Jean and Connie carrying him in his weakened state onto the ship as you all made your escape from the port. The last you had seen him was when Annie had broken down to you all shortly after departing. You assumed he had taken refuge in one of the various rooms on the ship while recovering from his injuries.

So why was it that you felt compelled to visit him? You had no interest in hearing whatever excuses he had for doing what he did to you. But part of you still wanted answers. Wanted to know if he regretted his choices or had ever felt anything for you at all. Or if it was just a part of his plan in infiltration in the first place.

As you stood contemplating your options you felt a presence join you at your side looking out over the sea.

“He asked me where you were you know.” Armin said casually and you let out a bitter laugh.

“Did he?” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes. But Armin looked out the corner of his eye at you briefly before saying.

“I think you should go talk to him. This might be your only chance.” He said thoughtfully before looking back out over the sea. You stood in silence, considering his words and what he was implying. After a few moments he looked over at you with a small smile.

“Second floor below the deck, last door on the right.”

You gave him a half smile and small laugh before shaking your head and heading towards the stairs to below deck.

As you made your way down the steep stairs, you heard a loud wailing coming from the room closest to them. You made out the voice to be Falco, who you figured had finally woken up after his first Titan transformation. The poor boy’s wails tugged hard on your heart as you felt the gravity of the situation that you all found yourselves in.

Perhaps speaking to him wouldn’t be the worst idea considering you weren’t sure how much longer you two would be around for.

You made your way down the corridor until you made it to the room Armin had mentioned and stood in front of the door. You took a moment to brace yourself for what you were about to do and took a deep breath to steady yourself. Slowly, you raised a hand and knocked quietly on the door.

After a moment, the door opened and there he stood, towering over you. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes and an exhausted look on his face. But the moment he registered it was you standing in front of him, his eyes shot open and and his face morphed into one of surprise.

“Reiner.”

His hazel eyes darted over your face rapidly as he seemed to try and grasp that you were standing in front of him as you stared back. After a few beats of silence, he came back to reality, blinking, and then cleared his throat.

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” He asked, voice shaky and unconfident as he tried to gather himself.

“Can we talk?” You asked with a firm tone.

Reiner nodded quickly and backed into the room, letting you in. He shut the door quietly behind you as you glanced out the small window placed just above sea level, a small amount of sunlight casting shadows around the small room furnished only with a small bed, a desk and chair, and small dresser.

You made your way over to bed and sat on the edge, the covers slightly dissaray from where he had been laying before you had come in. He quickly pulled the desk chair out and sat down across from you, watching you carefully.

“Seeing as the world is ending and I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be alive. I wanted a chance to get closure before I die.” You explained but he only stared back, face dropping back into the seemingly permanent frown he now wore.

“I just wanna know, was what we had real? Was any of it real? Or was I just another part of your plan to infiltrate?” You asked, thankful your voice sounded confident and firm as opposed to the shaky feeling you had throughout your body.

“No, you were never a part of the plan.” He answered quietly. You waited a few moments, expecting him to elaborate, but he didn’t. He only looked down at the ground, leaning forward elbows resting on his knees while wringing his hands anxiously.

“Oh, so I was just collateral damage then? An easier way to gain our trust and seem less suspicious?” You snapped and he flinched at your sharp tone.

“No.”

“Then what was it Reiner? Was I just some sort of entertainment and comfort until you could finish what you came to do and just go back home? Was your plan to throw me aside and leave me to die the whole time? Tell me, was any of it real? Did you really love me? Or was it fake just like everything else?” You demanded, growing angrier with each word, spitting the words at him laced with the poison of hatred you had held for so long.

He refused to look at you as he stared pointedly at the ground before only responding, “It wasn’t fake.”

Overwhelmed with frustration you threw your hands up exasperatedly with a huff, “This is waste of my fucking time.” You quickly stood up to leave but before you could, Reiner grabbed the fabric of the leg of your pants to stop you.

“Please, listen.” He begged, finally looking up at you, tears threatening to spill out of his hazel eyes. You paused, waiting for his explanation.

“I never meant to fall for you. I never intended to have a connection with someone in Paradis like the one we had. But once I met you, I was done for. I kept pushing off the thought that you were my enemy and that I had sworn to destroy you and your people because you made me forget all about it. It killed me to leave you behind. It killed me to have to fight against you in Shiganshina. But I chose to put my mission first because that’s what I had come here to do. I never meant to hurt you and I never wanted to leave you behind. I would’ve brought you with me if I could have but that’s not how it worked out.”

You watched as he held on to your leg desperately as he rambled, the words tumbling out of his mouth full of more emotion than you had seen from him in the past few days. He was breathing heavily as he cut himself open and began to bleed all his pent-up emotion and feelings, he had kept to himself the past four years right on the floor in front of you.

Before you could respond, he dropped out of the chair and onto his knees in front of you, now gripping the fabric around your ankles as his tether to reality as he truly began to let go. You could hear the heavy sobs in his chest as he stared at your shoes, curled in on his knees.

“I loved you then as I have always loved you. Not a day has gone by that you haven’t crossed my mind. The ghost of your existence has haunted me since the day I left. I see you in my dreams, I hear your laugh in people on the street, I feel the ghost of your touch with the brush of wind. You have never left my mind. Not once. I have loved you since the beginning and I still do. I will always love you.” Reiner cried before finally raising his head and meeting your eyes.

He moved his grip from your ankles to grasp your hands, bringing them together in front of his face and clasping them in his much larger hands, staring up at you with tears shining in his eyes and streaking down his cheeks.

“I don’t expect your forgiveness. I can’t imagine the pain that I put you through. You never deserved any of it and I’m so sorry that it happened. But I don’t want you to ever think that it wasn’t real. It was always real. It still is.” He pleaded desperately, gripping your hands in his tightly as he bled himself dry in front of you, his heart falling out and landing into your grasp to determine its fate.

You took a moment, processing the weight and meaning of his words as he stared up at you, tears watering in his eyes, waiting for your response. You felt your own heart hanging heavily in your chest at the sight, realizing his own pain that he had felt in his actions. It had hurt him as much as it had hurt you.

You slowly took your hands out of his and saw the pain flash across his face. But before it could settle, you reached out to cup his face in your hands, brushing the tears off his cheeks with your thumbs. You slowly bent down towards him and pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead before pulling away to watch his face.

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” You murmured.

He nodded quickly in your hands causing you to do a short and quiet laugh. “Get up off of your knees.”

Your hands dropped from his face as he stood, having to angle your head to look up at him instead of down. He looked down in your eyes with an intensity you hadn’t seen in years as he slowly brought a hand up to grasp under your chin gently.

“Do you believe me?” He asked in a whisper.

“Yes.” You murmured.

“I love you.” Reiner breathed, slowly getting closer to you.

“I love you too.” You said quietly and he immediately pushed his lips against yours.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief at the feeling of his mouth against yours for the first time in years and slid your arms up around his neck, fingers gently toying with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. Reiner slid his empty hand around your waist to press against the small of your back and push you up against his muscular chest.

You angled your head as you got closer, nose brushing against his as he kissed you hungrily gripping you tightly against him as if you were going to fade away at any moment. You matched his desperation, pulling his neck down closer to you as you feverishly met his pace.

He let go of your chin before taking his hand and tangling it into the hair on your back of your head as he tried to bring you even closer as if you weren’t already pressed up against him before sliding a tongue past your lips to meet yours.

As he deepened the kiss you slid your hands from around his neck to run down his chest, taking in the feeling of the muscles beneath the thin cloth of his shirt as he let out a sigh at your touch. Craving more intimacy you slid your hands to the bottom of his shirt, toying with the edge, before sliding both hands up to touch the hot skin underneath.

Reiner quietly whimpered against your mouth at the feeling before quickly moving his hands to start desperately pawing at the buttons on your collared shirt. He made quick work and undoing the buttons before your shirt was hanging open.

You separated your mouth from his and took a small step back causing him to let out a quiet whine of disappointment as he opened his eyes. But before he could reattach his lips to yours, you began to pull his shirt up his body. Once he understood, he helped you pull the rest up and over his head before tossing it aside on the floor next to him.

Within an instant he was back on you, lips tracing along your jawline and across your neck, hands resting on your hips. You began to slide your own shirt off as he did, head thrown back in euphoria at the feeling of his mouth on your bare skin. Once it was off his mouth traveled down and across your collarbone before hesitating above your chest wrappings.

When he stopped you looked down at him and met his hazel eyes, watching you intently, waiting for your approval. You consented quickly with a sharp nod, and you saw his expression shift into one of almost hunger.

Reiner graced his hands up your torso before grabbing the end of the wrappings and slowly undoing them with the utmost care. Occasionally he glanced back up at you, checking to ensure that you were still okay with what he was doing. Finally, only a piece of fabric lay between your bare chest and his eyes, and he hesitated.

Gently, you took your hands and placed them on top of his. Slowly, you guided his grip to pull the fabric off and on to the floor, leaving your bare breasts in front of his face.

Reiner took in a sharp inhale of air followed by a low murmur of, “God damn…” at the sight before him.

Once his eyes had finished taking in what your breasts looked like, his mouth was on them in an instant, kissing along the gentle curves with utmost care, almost as if he were worshipping them.

You slid your fingers through his soft hair, tangling them as you let yourself enjoy the feeling of his warm mouth on your bare skin. The slight rough stubble around his mouth tickled along the sensitive skin, causing chills to run through your back, your nipples reacting from the sensation.

As he noticed this, he made his way to the middle of the breast he was at, enveloping the sensitive nipple with his warm mouth and flicking his tongue across it. You let out a breathy gasp at the sensation and tightened your grip on his hair causing him to make a low noise of approval.

Once he was satisfied with the work he had put in, he moved to your other attention deprived breast and gave it the same treatment. As he continued you could feel your stomach tightening at the sensation, breaths turning into pants as your need for the blonde man grew exponentially.

“Fuck, Reiner. Need you.” You said breathily and he hummed low in response before pulling away from your sensitive skin.

“Whatever you wish, darling. I’ll give it to you.” Reiner said, hazel eyes meeting yours, looking up at you with a need to please.

“You want me to forgive you? Show me how sorry you really are.” You challenged.

“Yes ma’am.” Reiner replied, quickly dropping to his knees before you.

He helped you carefully step out of your shoes before he began to unbutton the dress pants and panties you wore, sliding them quickly down your legs and guiding you to step out of them before tossing them to the side. He then placed his hips gently on your waist and guided you backwards to sit on the bed behind you so that you were placed right at his eye level.

He used his large hands to spread your legs before him, eyes hungrily taking in the sight of your cunt before him. You leaned back on to your elbows, moving slightly downward to give him a better view and better access, smirking as you watched his mouth slightly agape at the sight.

Reiner took one large finger, tracing along the folds of sensitive sex as if memorizing the feeling of it. You gasped quietly at the feeling before you felt his finger dip down towards your entrance which was already wet with arousal.

“All this? For me?” He murmured quietly, almost to himself as he smeared your arousal along his large finger, coating it in preparation for his next move. When he was satisfied with his work, he placed the tip of his index finger at your entrance before looking up at you once again, waiting for your consent.

“Please.” You whispered with a quick nod before he slowly began to slide his thick finger into you.

You let out a quiet moan at the feeling of his finger but didn’t miss the hiss he made as well at the feeling of your walls enveloping him. Once reaching his knuckle he slowly pulled back out to his tip before starting to repeat the process. You let the feeling of pleasure take the lead in your senses as you relaxed into the feeling of him, letting out sighs of content as he did.

After a few moments he slid his finger out before coating his middle finger and adding it into the process. You groaned at the increase in size and pressure as your cunt adjusted to the extra finger before restarting his movements, picking up more in speed.

You could hear the explicit noises of his fingers sliding in and out of your now soaked pussy and you glanced at him who was going back and forth between watching your face for reactions and the sight of your sex taking in his fingers so easily, wet with arousal from the work he was doing.

When he noticed you were watching him, he looked at you with such sincerity before saying, “You are so beautiful.”

You felt yourself blush at his words before looking away again, unable to keep eye contact with his look of utter infatuation. But as soon as you did you felt him curl his fingers just the right way, grazing along just the right spot within your core. You groaned at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and gripped the bed spread below you tightly.

Once he realized the effect that the motion had on you, he quickly began to repeat it relentlessly sending you quickly spiraling into the euphoria of the feeling. As he did you felt his thumb graze along your clit before flicking against it at the same speed in time with his fingers within you.

You felt yourself nearing your climax as he continued, a tight feeling growing increasingly stronger deep in the pit of your abdomen. All you could make were breathy gasps of pleasure as you fought to keep yourself from yelling out and alerting the rest of the ship to your actions.

“C’mon baby, let me make it up you. Let me make you cum all over my fingers as an apology.” Reiner said sounding almost as desperate as you were about to finish. He began kissing along the sensitive inner skin of your thighs as you felt his rough stubble contrast the soft feeling of his lips on the skin.

Finally, with the perfect placement of his mouth and facial hair on your thighs, the flick of his thumb against your clit, and the curl of his large fingers in your cunt, you felt the tightening snap like a rubber band as you were drowned in a wave of overwhelming pleasure as you came.

All you could manage to do was grip the bed sheets desperately and let out quiet whines of pleasure as he continued to fuck you with his fingers through your high.

“That’s a good girl, cum for me, just like that.” Reiner murmured against your inner thighs, peppering your skin with kisses in-between his words as you peaked and then began to come back down once again.

Once he felt your walls finish spasming around his fingers, he gently pulled his fingers from you, an obscene wet noise accompanying the process. Without hesitation, he slid both fingers into his own mouth, cleaning off the mess you had made with his tongue. He let out a quiet noise of approval before finishing and removing his fingers once again as you watched, breathing heavily.

“Have I made it up to you?” Reiner asked, hazel eyes watching you closely.

“Not yet, I need a little more persuasion.” You said with a smirk.

“And how can I do that?”

“Fuck me to show me how much you regret leaving.”

Reiner gave you the first real smile you had seen from him since your reunion before quickly standing up and kicking off his own shoes and undoing his belt and pants. You watched closely as he slid off his pants and own underwear, his erection coming free of its fabric confines as you watched with an open mouth and wide eyes.

You lay back onto the bed as he took your thighs in his arms and pulled you down closer to him so that he could angle himself before taking one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder to bring your hips up to meet his height. He kept the one leg held in place with one arm as he used his other hand to line himself up with your cunt before sliding all the way in.

You groaned at the feeling of his size stretching you even further than his fingers did, hands reaching out to grip his forearms tightly, digging your nails into the skin underneath.

Reiner gritted his teeth, breathing heavily and remaining entirely still once he had reached your cervix. He glanced down at the sight of himself buried within you before his head quickly shot up and eyes closed tightly.

After a few moments of no movement, you squirmed slightly, craving the feeling of him pounding into you but he hissed and swore in response.

“Fuck. Stop moving. If you keep moving, I’m gonna cum right now before I’ve even had the chance to fuck you.” Reiner groaned, using his strong grip on you to try and keep you still beneath him. “So fucking tight.”

You quickly stopped moving, waiting for the muscular blonde to regain his control before you felt him begin to slowly pull back out of you and back in again. He began to fuck you slowly and sensually, reaching further into your abdomen than you felt possible. You were certain if you looked down you could see his dick pressing up through your skin from within you from how deep he was.

“I missed you. So fucking much that it hurt.” Reiner groaned as he continued his slow pace as you gasped each time he reached the base of his erection.

“There’s no one I’ve ever wanted but you. Only you, my love.” He said, opening his eyes with tears shining in them and looking down at you below him, balls deep into your soaking wet, throbbing cunt.

“Only you, Reiner. No one but you.” You responded breathily, squeezing his forearms in comfort, tears beginning to well in your own eyes from the overwhelming emotions you were experiencing with him.

Reiner continued to fuck you slowly and deeply whispering his apologizes and love for you over and over like a mantra as soft tears slid down both your cheeks and his own.

After a few minutes he quieted and then began to pick up his pace as he fucked you. His thrusting became harder and harder as the sound of your skin slapping together echoed within the small room.

You could hear the crashing of waves outside the small window as he angled you more on to your side to begin fucking into you at a relentless pace, your breasts bouncing from the momentum of the force.

“Fuck, missed you so much.” Reiner groaned, head thrown back and breathing heavily as he slammed into you. You could only manage breathy moans of pleasure in response as you felt your second climax quickly forming.

“Only you, only you, only you.” He began to repeat over and over, gripping you tightly as he fucked you before you felt him began to stutter as well.

“I’m close Rei.” You managed to gasp, and he nodded quicky.

“Cum all over my cock just like you deserve to.” Reiner said in a low voice, keeping his relentless pace before you felt the wave of pleasure consume you once again. You bit down hard on your lip to keep from crying out, drawing blood in the process.

“Oh fuck. I’m about to cum.” Reiner moaned loudly as your walls spasmed around him before he suddenly pulled himself from you and took a hand and began jerking his hard erection through his large hand. “Where?” He gasped but instead of responding, you sat up quickly and snatched his wrist from his dick and thrust your mouth onto him instead.

Within moments, Reiner came hard into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat and hot semen shooting from it. He moaned loudly at the feeling as he gripped your hair within his hands as tears welled in your eyes from how deep he was. Once his cock finished twitching in your mouth, you slid off it and swallowed the taste of him and yourself down as he stood above you breathing heavily. You stared up at him before he got back down on two knees before you, meeting your level.

“I will say it as many times as I need to until you believe me. I never wanted to leave you and I’m so sorry that I did. You are everything to me and I promise I will never leave your side again so long as you’ll have me.” Reiner said softly, reaching a hand out and tucking a piece of hair stuck to your sweaty forehead behind your ear.

You only nodded in response before placing a quick kiss to his mouth and wrapping him in a hug as he pulled you into his muscular chest. As you listened to his heart beating against his chest in your ear, you couldn’t help but think how overwhelmingly grateful you were to have him back on your side. Even if it was a suicide mission to try and save the world.

Short epilogue:

You opened the door of the bedroom, walking out after you and Reiner had taken some time to yourselves before redressing and getting ready to face the rest of the world again. But as you walked out you heard a loud voice at the end of the hall near the stairs of the ship.

“HA! YES! I TOLD YOU SO! PAY UP JEAN!” Connie screeched, smacking the tall man beside him on the back.

“Shut up Connie.” Jean groaned, rolling his eyes and reaching into his pants pocket and grabbing out some money and handing it to Connie.

“What the fuck is that about?” You asked as you and Reiner walked over to the pair.

“Jean and I bet if you two would “make up” before we got to shore.” Connie said with a suggestive grin as he counted to make sure Jean had given him the correct amount.

You felt your cheeks heat up from what he had said and quickly smacked him in the chest.

“That’s not fucking funny. And how do you even know? You don’t have any proof, idiot.” You scolded, but Jean scoffed loudly.

“Are you kidding me? We didn’t have to see anything. We could hear Reiner at the other end of the hall.” Jean said with a roll of his eyes as Connie was now doubled over from his laughter.

You glanced at Reiner who looked absolutely horrified at the news before he quickly cleared his throat.

“I’m going to check on the kids.” He said awkwardly before hurrying away from the group causing Connie to somehow laugh even harder.

“I hate you two.” You glared before storming off, Connie’s loud laughter echoing through the halls of the ship.

#reiner x you #reiner x reader #reiner smut #aot reiner #reiner braun #aot x female reader #aot x you #aot x reader #aot #aot smut #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #self insert x canon #snk #snk x reader #18+ only #smut #minors dni #minors do not interact #mdni #oneshot

[happyk44]

Jason being buddies with the minotaur because he knows what it's like to be an animal trapped in a human(ish) form with vicious desires that human people will never understand or relate to, and he understands what it's like to be cursed to a fate you never asked for by a god because your father fucked up

Nico being buddies with the minotaur because he sees the humanity still inside him, hidden behind the insatiable hunger and pain but still so present and obvious in the confines of his battered soul, clinging desperately to the thin and shredded remnants of his human side, and because Nico understands what it's like to be judged by first glance for something you can't help but be

Hazel being buddies with the minotaur because she trusts Nico, and besides she's never really been afraid of monsters and there's a kindness in him, a silent desperation, something solemn and pained she can see in his black quiet eyes

Percy glaring at all three of them from across the table because this is the biggest betrayal they've ever committed against him, and he will never forgive them for this (he's already forgiven Nico because he's incapable of not immediately caving to Nico, Hazel is almost there because she's previous, and Jason is a steady forgiveness in progress because ew, Jason, but also, ew, Jason, you know?)

Thalia not being present because part of her job is literally "hunt monsters" and so she was not invited (but her disapproval is extremely evident anyway, despite her absence)

#hazel levesque #nico di angelo #percy jackson #jason grace #thalia grace #happy talks pjo #the minotaur #feral!jason #its not explicitly meant to be feral jason but it does fit him and ive written about feral jason hanging out the bull man so 👍 #wolf!jason

[shallowrambles]

It's fascinating to me how much I've changed my mind about Dean in The Trap. I'm waaaaay more sympathetic to the whole Cas-being-forgiven aspect of it, because yes, Cas apologized initially, but the root of the issue was Cas's painful withdrawal of his partnership and his withholding of critical information. Full stop. He and Dean are NOT equally culpable in this one.

It's not just about Mary and Jack, and yet Cas keeps pivoting to "Dean blaming him for Mary." Which oversimplifies the whole thing in a terrible way. Yes, they're all culpable, and yes they all saw that things were wrong with Jack, but next to Donatello, Cas is THE authority on souls and physically the strongest of TFW. To make matters worse, he all but demanded Dean to parent Jack and take care of Jack's emotions, even though Dean expressed discomfort over his memories of soulless Sam. Dean has repeatedly expressed how he wants Cas to be open and honest with him, especially now that they're co-parenting, and although Cas demanded Dean parent Jack, he then turned around and hid Big Parenting Stuff from him and went off to meet Anael.

Barring Cas's one feeble and poorly-timed, "I tried to fix it on my own because I was afraid of losing this family," he doesn't really spell out his part in the communication failures or apologize very well for withdrawing from Dean, specifically. He sorts of sulls up and say, "I already apologized and I'm not doing it again." Yet, Cas has a continued, longstanding pattern of withdrawal from the partnership. I'm floored that my Cas goggles kept me from seeing it before, and maybe I'm a little embarrassed, too. I mean, honestly, it's amazing that Dean takes him back at all. :/ Once you look past, "Oh no! Dean said mean things!" anyway.

I think by The Trap, Dean has given up trying to get Cas to change or hold him accountable for his lack of communication. Cas sort of gave Dean ultimatums over it, if you squint, and Dean rolled over. And Dean wants to get back together. He needs Cas's support and Cas need his. He looks at everything Cas is and decides that Cas's avoidance and want to protect the family is just woven into the fabric of him, and Dean decides to accept that. It's something he loves about him as much as he resents it. Cas's chivalry is a feature and a bug. Dean loves him for it. It makes his life a Hell sometimes.

Occasionally, I still see people harping on how horrible Dean was for "forgiving" Cas, like Cas doesn't need to be forgiven. And with some distance and clarity, I find that pretty baffling now, but I also remember feeling that way when I wasn't looking at their partnership equally and giving Cas too much leeway on his continued absence from the partnership. I almost...respected Cas more. That thought makes me wince. But his bad decisions I was way more likely to stamp as protective or tactically genius, at least compared to some of Dean's similar decisions. Dean's things I tended to group as "too angry/emotional/irrational." :(

I guess I've come a long way when it comes to holding Sam and Cas accountable for their actions, too. Much of the time, my issues with Dean devolved to unfortunate tone policing or not liking him to express his anger and be angry at his boundaries being breached over and over, even when he was taking his anger out on inanimate objects. I balked just because it made a loud sound that made Sam wince (oh noes, not the wincing).

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On the other hand, I'm quite impressed that Dean and Cas were finding their way back to each other after the Death of a Child. That's about the hardest thing a marriage can go through, and they were getting back together and trying to heal even before Jack reappeared. Clearly, it's a stress-tested relationship. WAY more stress-tested than your everyday marriages; they've been through multiple apocalypses. On the whole, they often have good communication, even when they disagree, they knew where they stood (like with Donatello). It's just these huge, incredibly unusual horrible earth-shatteringly terrible things that throw them. Chuck's grooming is such a bitch.

#cas + communication issues #spn #spn 15x09 #spn the trap #spn episodes #spn season 15 #dean stuff #cas stuff #dean/cas + trial separation

[lovelybrooke]

yay for the hades fandom getting hyped up! your self-aware concept for this game is genuinely fantastic, i can't get enough of it. i really can't think of sufficient praise, you characterize everybody so well, it meshes wonderfully with canon.

how about a scenario for zagreus (+ other characters of your choice) reacting to the player/reader coming back after a long period of inactivity? or how they felt during said absence?

(totally not inspired by me not touching the game for almost a year until this recent technical test came out, hahah)

This is just a quick overview of the House of Hades members and the Olympians, not the side characters. If you want me to cover them I will in another post.

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The members of the House of Hades are the most worried when it comes to your inactivity, mainly because it affects Zagreus. Escape attempts don't stop just because you're not there, but it's obvious that he's a mess. He is short with people, more aggressive, and is getting himself killed more and more. Most of the occupants don't say anything, mainly out of fear for what the prince might do. But others, like Achilles, are more willing to point out his poor behavior. It's like he's a child who's lost his favorite toy. Achilles of course, also senses your absence, but he chooses to remain hopeful. This isn't the first time this has happened, you tend to come and go as you please, but you eventually come back. He can't help but worry though, maybe something has happened to you, maybe your absence is more permanent this time. He chooses not to think about that too often. Others like Nyx and Hades are more neutral about your absence, they are like Achilles in the sense that they try not to think about it too much, but in reality it's more complicated then they'd like to admit. They are both ancient beings, and it's worrying to see someone worm their way into their consciousness so easily. Love isn't the correct word, they can't exactly explain how they feel, but your absence has made them think more and more about what you mean to them, and it grows deeper and deeper every single day. Thanatos and Hypnos are more observant than others would think. They both sense the change in Zagreus pretty early on and are able to trace it back to the lingering presence of you. They learned early on that you were mysterious, your presence almost distant in a way. It was hard for them to feel you in the way Zagreus did, so when you left they didn't notice at first. It wasn't until the prince started acting up that they realized something must've changed. Hypnos attempts to distract Zag from everything through jokes and teasing, while Thanatos tends to be more blunt, demanding that Zag fix his attitude, however, while doing this, they're both struggling with lingering thought of you, wondering where you went and how you're faring . Others like Meg and Dusa are even affected by it, Meg especially. She's often more subjected to Zagreus's bad moods than others, since he becomes more brutal in his escape methods. Dusa already does everything in her power to avoid the prince, so lucky she isn't really facing Zagreus often. 

Once you return, things go relatively back to normal. Things are definitely still different, namely people are now more aware what the consequences are for you leaving. Zagreus makes an attempt to apologize for his--less than normal behavior, but for most it's already forgiven. None of them are exactly normal when you're gone, the House is hollow and clearly missing something. For a while, many of them assume it's Zagreus, his sudden shift affecting the mood of the House. Eventually they realize that it's deeper than that, and that you are at the center of it all. Many of them wonder if you're even aware of what is going on when you leave, if you're aware of the mess you leave them in. Regardless, it doesn't matter much once you're back. They all put in an effort to make everything seem normal in the hope that you won't leave again, or at least for not nearly as long. 

The Olympians

The Olympians have a much more different opinion on your absence. I don't know if I explained this anywhere, but in my head, the Olympians have a closer connection to you because of their ability to give Zagreus boons. These affinities become temporarily a part of Zagreus, and so it's a strange way of bringing you closer to them, since technically your presence is strongest in Zagreus. I don't know if I explained this well, but all you need to know is that they sense your absence much sooner, possibly right after Zagreus. Some of them, namely the older ones such as Zeus and Poseidon are less worried about your absence. Honestly, they find it funny how worried Zagreus is for you, this isn't the first time you've gone away, you should be back soon. The Olympians have a small scene of your otherworldly presence, and so are kinda able to assume that this is more than just randomly disappearing. Hermes and Dionysus take a more playful outlook, believing that it's a trick you're playing on all of them. Again, the Gods have more of a laidback outlook, if they thought you were in any danger they would act. The rest are more or less neutral about your disappearance, more worried about how it affects Zagreus. He's reckless, and while that means more fun for them, it means that he's more likely to die over and over and over, and no one wants to see that happen to family, even it they're used to it. 

Even though the Olympians are neutral about you being gone, they are overjoyed to see you back. I imagine that they are the few in game characters where it's obvious they are addressing you, the others are more subtle. So once you return they are actively addressing you. They know you aren't going to respond, so they don't do this often, but it's good to know you're back. At least now Zagreus will be getting back to normal.

#soft yandere #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #self aware hades #yandere hades game #yandere hades #zagreus hades #hades game

[blue--ingenue]

"Evasive Maneuvers" - Part 8

Summary: You've been in love with Sebastian since the moment you knocked him on his arse on your first day. Entering your sixth year, you finally begin working up the courage to confess your feelings when he suddenly becomes the best Beater Hogwarts has seen in decades - and subsequently becomes the school's most eligible bachelor.

Author's Notes: back at it with part 8 after an extended hiatus! i'm so sorry for the angsty cliffhanger, my loves. college has been taking up most of my time, but i promise this isn't the last chapter! see you at the next one :)))

Sebastian Sallow had never considered himself undesirable, but ever since his daring rescue and subsequent placement on the Championship team his popularity skyrocketed. Several of the girls in his year had begun giggling each time they passed him in the halls between classes, and a few of them even trailed him class to class, blushing like mad. He seemed to have caught the eye of every witch, and nearly every wizard, in the castle. Every witch, that is, except the one he so desperately longed to speak to. To add insult to injury, his beloved Gryffindor was seldom seen without Garreth Weasley by her side. Garreth, who had been chosen as the Championship team’s second Beater. 

When Professor Howin announced the official roster after dinner last week Sebastian was hardly surprised. Everything was going to Hell in a handbasket, and he would’ve been more shocked if she’d chosen anyone other than that smug git. He hadn’t spoken to his Gryffindor since last week. It might take time, but surely she had to understand that he was wrong for her. Even if he’d wanted to apologize to her, what would he even say? He couldn’t - wouldn’t - place her in harm’s way ever again. Despite his every effort to make amends for his actions in fifth year, there was always a voice whispering to him in the dark recesses of his mind. It mimicked her screams and promised that she would never be safe so long as he was by her side. In time Ominis, Anne, and his beloved Gryffindor had all forgiven him. But he could never forgive himself. 

He was growing restless in her absence, throwing himself into his studies and pushing himself to exhaustion at every practice. He found work to be the best distraction, but even his fellow team members could sense he was nearing a breaking point. 

He found himself searching for her in every corridor hoping to get her alone so that he could begin to fix things. Perhaps he could convince her that they weren’t right for each other. He could sever the thread connecting their hearts and cauterize the wound with the guilt that tormented him each night. They could remain friends, just friends, and nothing more. Sebastian told himself that it would be enough. If he could survive just having her in his life, even if it meant never having her in his arms. And every day, just before he saw her laughing with Garreth, he could almost make himself believe it. 

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The worst thing about nightmares wasn’t the horrors that waited, but the inescapability of it all. For all his books and cleverness, logic was useless against the throes of his own terrified mind. A good night’s sleep was a pipe dream. After nearly an hour of tossing and turning Sebastian gave up on trying to rest and slipped away to the common room. 

The cavernous hall was as empty as he expected it to be in the dead hours of early morning. The fires burned demurely in the hearths and the gentle padding of his slippers against stone was the only sound to echo back to him. He stood in the center of the main atrium facing the windows and took a deep breath. As a little boy Sebastian had hated feeling small, like he was at the mercy of everyone and everything bigger than him. 

But now as he gazed up at the great vaulted ceilings he was reminded of how freeing it felt to let go. A year before his parents’ accident they’d taken a family trip to London. His most vivid memory was of the grand cathedrals they’d visited. The stone arches sloped around intricate stained glass windows reached proudly for the heavens at least a hundred feet above him. The gentle timbre of a practicing choir and the sun caressing his cheek had lulled him into a sense of peace reminiscent of falling asleep in his mother’s arms. He’d give anything to feel that small and safe and protected again. 

Ever since he’d lost his parents Sebastian had been determined to keep those he cared about safe at any cost. If he had to choose between his happiness or theirs, he’d relinquish his own without question. If he was doing the right thing to keep his Gryffindor safe, then why did it cause him such agony?

The unfairness of it all seeped into his very bones and settled like lead. Sebastian wondered if the universe decided ahead of time which souls were marked to suffer. If he had been faster the night his parents collapsed in their laboratory, perhaps his family would still be together. If he’d been just a bit smarter in fifth year, perhaps he could have found a cure for his sister before resorting to torturing his best friend. 

He vaguely registered the book slip from his weak grasp. It was the starting thud of the spine hitting marble that roused him from his thoughts. As he bent to retrieve the tome he heard a soft sigh from one of the couches by the fire. He wasn’t alone. Curiosity got the better of him and drew him toward the sleeping figure. 

His breath hitched as he recognized the girl asleep among the velvet cushions. A faraway voice reminded him of Ominis’ passing remarks from breakfast. She and Ominis were working together on a class project by the end of the week and they would be working in the common room for a few hours. But it didn’t matter. None of it did. She was curled up on her side, hair sloped gently around her shoulders in the softest halo he’d ever seen. Her chest rose and fell and with every breath Sebastian felt himself pulled impossibly closer. He was near enough to notice the tiny shiver that sent a tremble through her frame. He realized she must be cold. 

On instinct he slipped out of his robe and laid it over her. She didn’t stir when the makeshift blanket settled around her, and he didn’t want her to. Inexplicably the anxiety had drained from him. He would have given anything for her to just look at him. Weeks without her company had made him desperate. But seeing her sleeping peacefully, knowing that she was safe from harm and poachers and all else for at least one night, was enough for him.

He allowed himself to stare shamelessly, selfishly, for a moment more before quietly making his way back to his room. As he crawled beneath the covers he idly wondered if her ancient magic was what had calmed him so. It was the last thought to cross his mind before he fell into the gently arms of oblivion, free from nightmares for the first time in ages. 

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[edwardian-masquerade]

"We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it."

-Richard Siken, Crush

#dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #light acadamia aesthetic #classic academia #quotes #romantic aesthetic #book quotes #poetry #books & libraries #dark academia aesthetic #academia moodboard #art academia #academia #chaotic academic aesthetic #dark acadamia quotes #dark academia books #dark academia moodboard #nature academia #richard silken #cottage academia #dark cottagecore #cottagecore

[pavlovianfuckery]

how about a fucked up game of hot potato because why not

anyone else a greedy indecisive bitch or is it just me? no? this got messy as fuck and i'm sorry, i was just unbelievably thirsty

Going to bed on the night of your birthday is a somewhat gloomy affair. The day itself had been...fine, you supposed. Sure, there had been a bit of a party, a cake and a few thoughtful gifts from your closest friends. But that had been all. Nothing wrong with any of it. Still, you couldn't help being just a bit disappointed that the only one you had truly wanted to see today had been conspicuously absent. It's stupid of course, something so insignificant as somebody turning a year older would be laughably far beneath the notice of someone like him. And still.

Annoyed, you fully expect to have several sleepless hours ahead of you, so when you drift off as soon as your head hits the pillow, it's a pleasant surprise. Even more so is where you find yourself when you enter the Dreaming.

You'd been in his chambers before, of course. It might not have been very often or for very long, as the fleeting moments before waking up always seemed to pass so quickly. Arriving straight here was new. When his arms envelop you from behind you can't hold back a smile.

"Hey. I missed you today."

"Then I hope my absence can be forgiven," his voice is sly as he continues, tightening his arms around you a just fraction, "but I must confess, I wanted you all to myself when offering my gift."

Leaning back into him, you simply bask in the feeling of having him close.

"What kind of gift would that be? Nothing nefarious, I hope."

He rests his chin on your shoulder and clicks his tongue in mock disapproval, breath tickling your ear. "'Nefarious'? You wound me. That would depend entirely on what you wish for."

"I see. So the gift is a wish, then? Can I wish for anything I want?"

"Within reason, yes. Do you perhaps have a request in mind already?"

Being spoilt for choice isn't your strong suit and usually, this kind of situation would leave you at a loss and unable to make any choice at all, but for once you do know what you want. The real question is if he will go for it or not. Possibly mistaking your hesitation for reluctance, he makes you face him.

"I do have something I would like, but it's...silly." Biting your lip you turn your eyes away, unable to keep some embarrassment from showing.

"I have already seen your every fantasy, every dream. Nothing you could request would shock me," he reassures you."So go on my sweet, make your wish known, for I long to hear it."

"It's more of a combination of two different things, now that I think about it."

"Fortunately for you, I find myself in a very generous mood this evening." His tone is dry but his lips twitch into a small smile.

"Okay, so, first things first. Could I..." you take a deep breath, "Could I have more of you?"

"More in what sense?" The question doesn't faze him in the slightest, which bodes well for the other half of the request.

"In the 'more than one of you' kind of sense." Your cheeks are blazing and you almost can't believe that you just said that, but at least now the cat is out of the bag. Or one cat, at any rate.

"While we are here, in my realm, you certainly could. Is that what you want?" The way he looks at you when he asks makes lust coil in your belly, hot and heavy.

"Sort of." You plant a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth, "Do you remember..." you fiddle with the collar of his coat a bit, still feeling a bit shy about the whole thing, "when you showed me some of the things you used to wear, way back when?"

"I do." Judging by the look in his eye, he can tell where this is going. "As I recall, you rather enjoyed that."

"I did. Very much, in fact." The way he preens at that is kind of adorable.

"And was there, by any chance a...favourite?" He looks at you through lowered lashes, the way he fishes for another compliment not nearly as subtle as he would probably like to think.

"Well, you see, that's the problem, I don't think there was." You've never seen him confused before, but this comes pretty close. Figuring it's better to rip the bandaid off sooner rather than later, you go on; "I adored every version of you. How could I choose only one? I want all of you."

"Is that your wish?" You have a sneaking suspicion that he will be insufferable after this, because he looks like a cat that has eaten an entire flock of canaries, eyes gleaming. "To have one of me for every era? All at once?"

"Can I?" The thought makes your insides quiver, want making you almost dizzy. "You're not...upset with me or anything?"

That makes his eyebrows shoot up, or as close to it as you've ever seen.

"My love, how could your request possibly upset me? If anything, I am flattered that you would hunger after me so." He cups your chin in his hand and brushes his lips across yours. "I would deny you nothing, but I do have terms of my own."

"Tell me." The eagerness in your voice makes him smile again and you almost regret the whole thing immediately, because if there is one thing he doesn't particularly need, it's an ego boost.

"As it happens, my request is also twofold. Firstly, I get to watch." He slides his arms around your waist and pulls you close, and his breath is hot against your ear as he continues; "Secondly, you may have each of me only once, and after you have had your fill, I fully intend to have my own turn with you as well."

"That sounds," the thought of him watching you like that makes the words stick as if your tongue was made of flypaper and you struggle to swallow, getting the words out. "Sounds fair. Why only once though?"

"I admit my motive for that is entirely selfish; I want you lucid enough by the end of it for me to enjoy properly." The way he says it is almost a purr, and if your knees weren't weak before they're certainly starting to get there now. That he would even be willing to indulge you like this wasn't a given, but him outright enjoying it makes you almost giddy.

"Okay. So, this is a bit embarrassing but...I have no idea how this is supposed to work. I didn't really think that far ahead," you admit a bit sheepishly. "Is there anything I should keep in mind at all?"

"Did your appetite get the better of you?" That earns you an outright chuckle, though not unkind. "No matter, I will take care of you," he strokes your cheek with a soft smile. The emphasis on 'take care' doesn't go unnoticed, and it makes anticipation buzz under your skin. "The only thing I require of you tonight is that you enjoy yourself. You need not treat them any differently than myself because, in every way that matters, that is what they are."

"And you're sure that you're alright with this? I don't want you to feel like you're being left out or anything like that." You frown up at him, feeling terribly selfish.

"Your concern is touching but unnecessary, my love." He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, his tone airy as he continues, "Anything I create for you will be connected to me, and in part, I will share in the sensations."

Flicking his eyes over your shoulder, he steps closer and kisses you deeply, pushing you to take a few steps back until you hit something solid and pair of arms circle your waist from behind. Your heart is beating against your ribs like a bird in a cage and when another pair of hands join in and slides under the hem of your shirt, it feels like all the air leaves your lungs at once. When you whimper into his mouth, he pulls back and has the absolute gall to smirk at you.

"Go on now, indulge yourself to your heart's content. I will be right here, awaiting my turn."

And with that, he saunters over to the sturdy chair by the desk and sits down, in what might be the most nonchalant way you've ever seen. Leaving you there with, well, all of him.

It's a bit like being thrown to a particularly polite pack of ravenous wolves. Being surrounded like this is a bit disorienting and with the way they all eye you hungrily, the thought that you might be in over your head this time flashes in your mind. It's surprisingly gentle though, the way you get passed from one version of him to the next, all of them stepping in close, taking turns, putting you at ease. You've always marvelled at the softness of him, of his skin, but in this mass of bodies and mouths and grasping hands, it feels like you could drown in it.

The way they undress you is no less gentle, one pair of hands passing you to the next until your bare skin is pressed against the myriad of fine fabrics. Some questionable decisions aside he has always dressed well, every texture brushing your skin feeling nothing less than luxurious. It's intense, all the teasing little touches and kisses from every direction, and they don't stop even when you feel like you might implode. The entire time you can feel the way your Morpheus watches you, his gaze on you an almost physical weight.

It's overwhelming, and your knees start to buckle. For a moment you think that you might just sink to the floor, but strong arms steady you as the closest one pulls you to him, the cloth of his tunic so lovely against your heated skin.

"It's alright," he murmurs against your lips, "I've got you."

Pushing one leg between yours he guides your hips, encouraging you to grind against it. It feels better than it has any right to, and when he backs the few steps away to the bed and hauls you on top of him, you don't resist. You're not expecting to come like this, humping his leg like a bitch in heat and ruining his trousers, but the rest of him won't stop touching you and he's watching you and it's simply too much. His slightly longer hair tickles your cheek as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, and with one last slow drag over his thigh, you come, without even meaning to.

Some silly part of your brain feels like you should be apologizing, but when you open your mouth to do just that, this version is gone and you're alone on the bed. You shoot a confused look at your Dream, sitting leisurely in the chair still.

"Did you forget my terms, my love?" He looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth as he reminds you, clearly enjoying himself.

Not letting it get to you, you simply set your sights on the next one. It's not as easy as you might have hoped. It's a lot like being a kid in a candy store at this point, they all look so tempting and you just want to devour every single one.

You've always enjoyed a good suit though, and the suit he'd chosen for one of the more recent versions of himself was very good. His hair is shorter than you can recall ever seeing it, and with the ruby shining at his throat, he looks every bit the distinguished gentleman. The sharp lines of the suit are a stark contrast to the rest of him, making the plush pink of his lips look even more inviting. That's probably not the effect he intended, to look kissable rather than imposing, and the thought almost makes you giggle. It doesn't stop you from approaching him and doing just that, though, grabbing hold of his lapels as you do so.

The kiss leaves you winded, the fabric of the expensive-looking suit jacket rubbing deliciously against your nipples.

"This is a good look on you," the words are a bit breathless in their delivery, but they do come easier now, inhibitions crumbling away. The shorter hair feels a bit strange in your hand, not being as much to pull on. It still works though, and he gives easily enough, letting you bite his neck gently, scraping your teeth over the creamy skin. "You should wear a suit more often."

He's a bit too perfect though, still too composed. Undoing the buttons of the vest takes some doing, but you manage it, fingers barely shaking at all. The dress shirt is a lot thinner than what you're used to, and having him so close with almost nothing separating your hands from his skin is maddening.

"Perhaps I shall," the slight curve of his lips makes you want to kiss him again but he grabs your chin, his grip surprisingly gentle as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip. "Tell me what you would like."

You can't resist flicking your tongue out, licking the pad of his finger as you consider your options. When you suck the digit into your mouth he blinks at you slowly, and you can feel him stir through his trousers. It makes your mouth water, makes you know precisely what you want.

"I want to suck you." It comes out as a sigh, full of longing. "Want to come with you in my mouth." Stroking his thighs through the deceptively thin fabric feels wonderful, the muscles of his legs firm under your hands. "Can I? Please?" When you meet his eyes, they are barely blue anymore, the way they reflect the light betraying his true nature.

"You may."

He makes dropping to your knees so easy. Something about kneeling at his feet like this feels right, and as he gets his length out and rubs the tip over your lips you can't stop a small whine from escaping.

"You have the prettiest cock I've ever seen, have I told you that?"

"No." He strokes your hair, gently encouraging you. "Show me."

It's not an order, not quite. Still, he doesn't have to tell you twice. Everything about him is so smooth, his skin like silk as you run your lips over him. At first, you simply lick at the head, teasing fat drops of pre-come out of him, lapping them up like the most precious of pearls. The way they coat your tongue is heady and it always makes you feel oddly powerful, this tangible proof of the effect you have on him. Using your hand to cover what your mouth can't, you start working him in earnest, putting on a bit of a show as you let the drool drip down your chin, drawing the loveliest noises out of him.

The long, shaky exhale as he hits the back of your throat makes you ache.

"Touch yourself for me."

You can't respond, but you can do as he says, so that is exactly what you do. It's hard to do it effectively, but you don't have to be very precise, just the sounds you coax out of him as you bob your head is enough to bring you a good part of the way on their own. From here you can see your Dream from the corner of your eye, and it looks like he wasn't being disingenuous about the "sharing the sensations" part. His cheeks are flushed, legs spread wider than before as he breathes heavily, his eyes never straying from you. Even from here, you can tell that he is painfully hard, the tightness of his jeans does nothing to hide it.

Just to see what he'll do, you decide to press your limits, just a little. In the waking world, you probably wouldn't be able to do it very easily, not like this. But this is the Dreaming, so you relax your throat and take him even further. When you swallow around him the noise he makes above you is a strangled thing and he grabs onto your shoulder, steadying himself.

"Do that again."

When you do, the Dream watching you sags in his seat, knuckles white as he grips the armrests. It doesn't take a lot after that, hearing him and tasting him and watching the way he watches you. It's not as fast as the first time, but you still come faster than you wanted to, your own fingers pushing you over the edge with a few shaky rubs. With the way he fills your throat, you can't even moan as you spasm around nothing, regretting that you hadn't asked for more, to be filled there too.

You wish you could have kept going a while longer but you had agreed to the terms and he holds you to them, though it's less of a surprise this time around. Still just as frustrating though.

"I wasn't finished with that one," you pout at him.

"You were, though." His breathing is still a bit uneven. "Would you rather argue with me, or enjoy the rest of your gift?" Before you can respond he continues, "Or have you perhaps changed your mind? I can take it back if you'd prefer."

"Now you're just being mean." It gets you to your feet and moving again though, not wanting to risk finding out that he's serious. He always looks good so making any kind of choice is still difficult, but you manage. This one you trap against the edge of the desk with your body, caging him in with your arms.

"Why the fuck," you ask, kissing his neck, "are you dressed like a priest? On second thought, don't answer that."

"You seem to like it well enough," he murmurs as you grind your hips into his.

"It's absolutely ridiculous." Twisting the voluminous sleeves you wind the fabric around your hands, using it to pin his wrists to the desk as you bite his neck, perhaps a little bit rougher than you had originally intended.

"Never have I met a creature quite as greedy as you, my love," he groans as you mark him, bruises staining his pale throat prettily. "I would lay my hands on you, if you'd have me. Let me please you."

The way he says it makes it sound so good, so tempting, that you let him go, let him lay you out on top of the desk. This way you're close enough to touch your Dream, so you reach for him, pulling him down for a kiss. Being crowded like this feels better than you had ever imagined as they take turns kissing you, touching you, until you're almost dizzy with lust again.

"Is this..." you pant against his lips as one of his other selves sucks one of your nipples into his mouth greedily, "is it alright, like this?"

Every bit of worry or shame evaporates as he slides a finger into you, though, making you abandon the kiss in favour of watching his hand between your legs. The sleeves might look ridiculous but they feel lovely dragging over the insides of your thighs as he pumps in and out of you slowly. He's always known how to touch you well, and this time is no exception as he adds a second finger, hooking them just so. The way his fingers drag over that one spot inside makes you tremble.

"Can I have some more?" You can feel him grin against your skin at the question, but he doesn't bother to tease you, just adds a third finger, his thumb settling over your clit, just barely touching. The way he ghosts the pad of his finger over it makes you squirm, wanting more still, for him to rub you properly.

"Patience, my sweet," he admonishes you, "I will take care of you, if you let me."

With that, he plunges a fourth finger in and gently presses down on your lower belly, trapping that sensitive spot between the palm of his hand and his fingers. The way he massages you is slow and methodical, as if he has all the time in the world to pull you apart. Every brush of his thumb is light as a feather, and while it makes you want more, you don't strictly need it. You can feel your peak approaching, slow but inevitable.

"If you keep that up I'm going to, "you tangle your hand in his hair, gasping, "make a mess of your desk."

"I know." The way he looks at you then is so smug and just all-around indecent that you can't decide if you want to punch him or kiss him. You barely have time to settle on the latter before pleasure overcomes you, washing over you in powerful waves. You can't remember the last time you were this wet and he's not stopping, whispering encouragements against your lips as you pulse and gush over his fingers with a pitiful little whimper.

The last spasm has barely finished when he leaves you empty, splayed out alone on the desk. Or, not quite alone. This time, the choice isn't yours, another Dream stepping in between your legs before you've barely had time to catch your breath. Compared to the softer fabrics you're accustomed to, the fine leather makes him look sleeker, meaner, though no less inviting.

"This is...different." Running your hands over it, you revel in the buttery feel of it under your fingers. "I think I like it though."

"Of course you do," He doesn't bother to hide the pleased look on his face.

"Hold on, is that..." you pull him down closer, craning your neck to see. "You never told me you had an earring."

"Should I have? It hardly seems important." There is a small wrinkle between his eyebrows, confusion over why something so small could be significant at all. It's pretty adorable.

"Maybe," you hum, wrapping your legs around his waist, petting his hair as you catch the small ring in your teeth, giving it a little pull. He seems to enjoy that, letting out a short exhale of breath as he grinds his hips into you. He's half hard already, uncaring of the mess.

"You can have me like this, if that is what you want." Preoccupied with the earring still you don't respond right away, so he adds, "Unless you would rather play with my jewellery?"

"Sorry." You let it go, albeit reluctantly.

"No need to apologize. If you enjoy it so much, perhaps I should wear it again." His eyes sparkle with mirth as he kisses you, clearly amused by your dumbstruck expression as you imagine the present iteration of him with an earring. "Now, turn over for me."

When he asks like that you can hardly refuse, nor do you want to. At this rate, you're not sure how much more you can take. Being in the Dreaming can only stretch your limits so far, and you're starting to approach yours.

"Wider." The leather of his boots is smooth against your calves as he pushes your legs apart. Once you're arranged to his liking, he leans over you and kisses the back of your neck, his tip prodding your entrance as he rocks his hips gently, not entering just yet. Your Dream is watching you intently, reaching out to twine your fingers together.

"Are you enjoying your gift so far?" The small smile on his lips makes it very obvious that he doesn't expect you to respond in any coherent way. When his other self slides into you, burying himself as far as he will go, they both moan, his grip on your hand tightening.

The pace he sets is slow and deliberate but not very gentle, his grip firm on your hips as he nearly lifts you onto the tips of your toes. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, the way he drives into you with inhuman precision is its own form of torture, pushing you towards the next one with relentless focus.

"Morpheus please, I can't," the words come out in a garbled kind of plea, "it's too much, I can't."

"You can." He sounds so certain, not leaving you any room to argue as he presses himself against you and pushes you down to prevent you from wriggling. "You will."

And he's right, you can feel it. It's a slow burn, like petals unfurling, and it feels like you could swallow him whole, the intensity of it turning your legs to jelly. This isn't the kind of release you can chase, all you can do is wait for it, for him to bring you there.

"You feel so good like this, so plump with pleasure," he sighs, rolling his hips into yours. "Let me feel you." Just hearing his voice brings you closer, he's watching and you're so very nearly there, and then your Dream is kissing you, drinking your every sound like a man parched and he's still talking.

"Come with me." He bottoms out then, and it's either the 'with' or the way he swells so deep inside of you that does it, but you do. It's like melting, like falling, but he catches you, holds you there as you go limp underneath him, hardly able to breathe. He hurtles over that edge right along with you, groaning as he does, but the noise your Dream makes right into your mouth is downright filthy.

Being left empty is no less jarring this time around, but you're more interested in him, the damp spot at the crotch of his jeans. He notices you looking, and lets out an amused little huff of not-quite-laughter, leans his forehead to yours.

"Don't worry, my love," he nips at your bottom lip, eyes dark. "I fully intend to have my turn with you still." He leans back in his chair and drops a kiss on the back of your hand. "Enjoy the rest of your gift. I will be waiting for you."

Flopped bonelessly on top of the desk, you do your best to catch your breath and clear your head. If you had known exactly what you were getting into, you might have been a bit more restrained and not asked for all of him like this, but you're not going to back out now. He's not really letting you either, his mind set on giving you exactly what you asked, for better or worse. When the next pair of hands touch you softly, gliding up the back of your legs, you lean into it, refusing to let him get the better of you as you turn to face him.

"Do you need rest?"

Probably.

"No."

"Very well." If he doubts you, he doesn't show it, leaning over to take the tip of your breast into his mouth.

Something about this version of him is a bit too immaculate, too polished. Everything from the too-rich fabrics of his clothes to the touch of makeup around his eyes makes him look decadent, like a dessert that is just a bit too heavy to stomach more than a mouthful of. There is an honest-to-god ribbon in his hair, tied in the most infuriatingly perfect bow you've ever seen. The effect is maddening; he looks like something you'd like to ruin. And judging by the way he looks at you as he kisses his way down your body, he absolutely knows it.

It's a simple thing for him to haul you to the edge of the desk, leaving you open to him. All his finery makes him look entirely out of place kneeling between your legs, but you can't quite find it in you to care as he kisses you there softly, giving your clit a little flick with the tip of his tongue. Everything is just this side of too sensitive and you flinch away on pure reflex, but he doesn't let you close your legs, keeping them apart with his hands.

His breath is hot on you as he gently laps at you, soothes you with his tongue, almost impossibly soft. Rather than devour you he cleans you, his eyes fixed on yours as he takes every part of you inside his mouth, working his way from the outside in. And in.

The way his cheeks hollow as he sucks at you is nothing short of obscene. The sight alone is enough to make you want him all over again but then he opens his mouth, shows you his tongue coated in his own release and you throb. Watching his adam's apple bob as he swallows makes your mouth go dry and you're not sure what kind of noise you just made but it must have been something to make him smirk at you like that. When he puts his mouth on you again, you bury your fingers in his too-perfect hair.

He is nothing if not determined, wholly uncaring of the fact that you're nearing the limit of how much more you can take. Slipping first one finger into you, then another he sighs, kissing the inside of your thigh.

"I love seeing you like this, all undone for me."

When he puts your aching clit between his lips and gives it a few slow gentle sucks, you can't help clawing at him until the ribbon in his hair comes loose.

"Morpheus, please!" Everything is hazy around the edges and you're not sure if you're begging for more or less or something else entirely, "please, oh please, pl..."

And then there is a mouth on yours, muffling your cries, hands cradling your face. There is almost too much of him like this, so much to touch and his other self is still devouring you like you're the sweetest thing he's ever tasted until you're a quivering mess under his tongue, tense like a bowstring. It's a slow kind of falling apart and you can barely make a sound as he wrenches your release out of you, dragging it out hot and slow, bordering on painful. His hands are the only thing holding you up as he kisses you as if he could swallow you, take you into himself and keep you there.

When the waves of pleasure recede it's almost a relief, finally letting you breathe. Opening your eyes, you think for a split second that you might cry, the way he's looking at you is so soft. No tears fall, but your love for him rises and swells in your chest until it feels like you might burst at the seams, choking you as you wind your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"Take me to bed? Please?"

And he does, they both do. You want to undress him, to peel him out of all those layers, you do, but you're shaking and your fingers can't quite obey, fumbling the buttons until he simply lets all of it fade away and you're pressed between both of them with nothing separating you.

It's a remarkably tender thing, the way they tangle their limbs with yours, kissing every inch of your skin like you're something precious. You vaguely remember how he said that he wanted you "lucid enough to enjoy" but that isn't what he ends up getting, not quite. He doesn't seem to mind though, even as he puts you on your hands and knees.

Despite the exhaustion starting to set in, having his cock right in front of your face like this is a temptation, one you don't bother fighting. Even your mouth feels clumsy as you take him in, wanting him in any way you can get. When his other self starts easing into you from behind you can't keep a whine back, overstimulated nearly to the point of tears.

"Shhh, just let me..." He whispers, pressing kisses to your back, long hair sliding over your skin like strands of silk, "just let me..."

And you do, letting him sink in as far as he will go. He rocks against you so gently, like he's worried you might break. At this rate, it feels like you might. Trapped between the both of them like this, the only thing you can really do is let them, let him, use you. When he puts his hand between your legs and starts stroking you, it feels like he might actually drive you mad.

"Just one more, my sweet," he whispers, his breath tickling the back of your neck, "one more for me, then you can rest."

Every slide of his finger over your swollen clit feels like ice, like fire, and you can't even move away. You feel like a worn-out spring being wound up too tightly, but he is utterly determined to coax one more climax out of you, not stopping even when you start whimpering. When your walls start fluttering around him, weakly at first, you swirl your tongue shakily over the tip of his cock, the shared sensations making him moan.

"You're doing so well," he pants, stroking your hair with a not-quite-steady hand.

You can tell that he's just as close as you are, swelling inside you and on your tongue, and you want him to come with you, properly this time. The noise he makes as you take him into your throat is a shattered thing, he's barely holding on and his eyes are black and that finally makes the tension inside you snap with a strength that wracks your entire body. When you swallow it's more on reflex than anything else but it's enough to push him over the edge right along with you, pulsing down your throat and in your cunt with a sound that isn't exactly human, either.

As you come down from your high everything is a bit of a blur, every part of your body is aching as the tension finally drains out of you. The only thing you have energy for is collapsing on the bed in an ungraceful heap. He wastes no time pulling you to him though, chest heaving for breath you know he doesn't strictly need. When you start shivering, he conjures a blanket to cover you, holds you close. He's never been a selfish lover but the tenderness of the gesture still makes your heart constrict in something like pain, knowing he might not be there for your next birthday. You've always known what he is so you try not to mourn prematurely, covering your worry with humour instead.

"Dream?"

"Yes, my love?" He kisses the top of your head softly, content for now.

"Do Endless have birthdays?"

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