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winter-sol · 5 months

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no shame

*word count: 7k *pairing: afab! reader / leviathan *contents: ! NSFW minors pls dni. pegging. anal sex. demon form/monsterfucking. begging. submissive levi. degrading. praising. handjob. tail-fucking. leviathan has two dicks. reader has afab anatomy and it's described as such. porn with feelings. cheesy ending, i can't help it. (no beta, pls forgive any mistake) *summary: Leviathan gets his ass fucked with a strap-on in his demon form. You give him the right balance between degrading and loving him 🖤 *a/n: guess who's back (?) this fic had been hiding in my drafts for about 5 months while being like 95% completed. i figured it had the right to be finished and see the light. i enjoyed way too much writing it, so pls enjoy it with me uwu

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“It’s okay, hey. It’s okay. Look at me”.

The soothing sound of your words resonates deeply within him, and like a fresh intake of air, you are able to calm his nerves if only slightly.

Certainly, he doesn’t remember the last time he was in that position, so… exposed and vulnerable. But his excitement is stronger and there’s no way he’s stopping this now that you two decided to give it a try.

“MC…” He says your name while he lifts a timid hand and touches your chest, fingers slowly running down you soft skin from your breasts to your belly in an electrifying sensation that tingles through your spine with the way he softly rubs in small circles, as much as he can reach, before continuing to travel lower.

He shyly looks up to you, directly meeting your gaze, and the tenderness that finds you in there would almost look out of place with such a delicate expression if it weren’t for the darkness that’s starting to engulf the color of his eyes. Then, his index and middle finger move to brush over the length of the soft, pastel pink dildo attached to your hips with a touch that seems so delicate but hides an enticing intention. You’re unable to look away.

In a captivating gesture, his finger gets to the tip, and he gives it a faint caress, circling the head in a movement so gentle and full of desire you barely forget to breathe from anticipation.

Shit.

You grab his hand and take it to the length of the toy, and placing your own above his, you guide it to embrace the thick girth and move it down in a firm but steady grip, letting him feel the texture and size of it.

“Mmm… Fuck…” He lets out in a breathy voice, closing his eyes and clearly enjoying what he’s touching. The big, imposing toy was chosen carefully between the two of you for this special occasion, with the sole purpose of meeting Leviathan’s strict demands. The length, girth and texture had to be perfect, for it to touch and stimulate his sensitive zones maximizing the pleasure. As the pervert he is, it could only be an extra-large sized dildo with a rugous texture on its borders.

Just by touching it with his fingers he can feel already excited to be fucked with it, by you precisely, in your room, within this intimate and comfortable space for the two of you.

You carefully observe how Levi gets turned on watching and touching the toy, and you feel the need to start to advance in the act. You reach out for the lube near the border of the bed and pour a generous amount on the tip. The transparent liquid is smeared into your palm and you pass it through the length of the dildo, covering it with the substance and easing the movement through it.

Your hands keep a steady pace, up and down, and even though you can’t feel a thing, the action is erotic enough to make your own body respond to it, your pussy moistening in expectation as you look at how Leviathan’s eyes are set on you, hypnotized. He’s laying on his back completely exposed in his demonic form, and the desire that runs strongly through you wants to have more of him, to feast on what he’s offering so generously.

“Baby… Now I want to touch you some more… Can I?" Your voice comes out low and sultry, impressing you a bit by its intensity. His eyes look for yours again, and after studying your expression, he gives you a shy smile, looking away with a red face.

“Y-Yeah… Please…”

You let go of his hand and proceed to accommodate yourself above him, brushing your fingers over his naked torso. Ah, it’s always a sight to behold, the strong muscles he always keeps hidden rising as his back arches when you touch him. You hear his heavy breathing and how he hums in delight.

Your hand goes down greedily until you get closer to his crotch, his untouched hard cocks demanding attention as they stand big and glistening under the lights. Bewitched by the sight, you don’t think twice and palm one of his erections, the upper one, making him gasp at the motion.

“A-Ah! MC!”

It’s cute how desperate he can get, how touch starved he is. Funnily, it’s not like you’re any different with how much you need him all the time but seeing him like this will always have a strong effect on you. Lust immediately takes over you, and you decide to please him as your touch gets stronger, grabbing his erection fully with a firm grip.

A high-pitched cry comes out of him as your already soaked hand feasts in his ecstasy. As always, you can’t help but notice how big your demon is, your hand seeming so small and delicate compared to the huge, monstrous cock it’s holding. Sensing your mouth watering a bit, you admire the deliciously perfect sight beneath you, his face already red and expressive as he longingly looks at what you’re doing.

You let him go for a moment, getting a discontent grunt in return. “Patience, love,” you say as you grab the lube once more and pour it messily on both of his dicks. The coldness must’ve been unpleasant since it makes him hiss, but as soon as your hand touches him again, he relaxes and lets himself go with the sensation.

You stroke your fingers over his lower one and you feel it twitch under the attention it’s finally receiving. Repeating the act, Leviathan nests his head on the pillow and his gaze sets to the ceiling, weakened by the weight of the pleasure he starts to feel, letting out an airy and silent groan. His neck is left exposed as inviting you, skin creamy and lightly shiny by the sweat it’s starting to appear in there.

At seeing how much he’s feeling it, you tease that one for a couple of seconds, pressing into its length and dragging it through it until you finally decide to indulge him some more and grab both on each hand.

“Ah, fuck! Ah…” The loud, clear whine echoes through the walls as his eyes now close tightly for a second and he bites his lower lip. He opens his heavy eyes once again and looks at you with a needy expression, whispering “M-More…”

You can’t help but smirk at his reaction, your own want growing and making you a bit more desperate too. Motivated by his petition, you start to move your hands slow but firmly in a tight grip, smooth by the lubricant. Light squelching sounds start to be noticeable with the wet and slippery movements of your hands on his hot dicks, Leviathan’s breathing turning faster and heavier as his eyes close and he unconsciously spreads even further his toned thighs, losing himself in the pleasant sensation.

The sight of his exquisite body completely naked beneath you, so submissive and given, is irresistible, driving your head to become dizzy from lust for him. The sensation of his two inhuman cocks in your hands is unholy as they move driven only by the purpose of filling the powerful demon with ecstasy, who can’t stop letting out soft and impure moans with every assault to his body, as in a completely deliriant state that’s out of his control while his long snake tail is swaying, wrinkling the sheets below.

A petty desire grows and burns intensely in your sex at the lewd display, but for now is ignored as this is for him, for his pleasure, for you to see how much you can ruin him and soothe him in the same night. You guess you’ll have your chance to find your own release later, so you choose to not worry for now and focus on him.

You notice how his beautiful lashes flutter and he opens his eyes slowly, unfocused gaze searching disoriented before setting his gaze on you for a few seconds, locking it on you. Then, he looks away distracted by something.

“What is it, love? Am I hurting you?”

“Ah… No, I…” He looks around some more. “Could you pass me the lube?”

So he was looking for that. Intrigued, you stop your ministrations for a moment as you follow his order, handing him the small bottle that he receives without meeting your eyes again. He opens the lid and pours some on his index and middle finger, rubbing them to warm the liquid, clearly letting you know his next movement.

He tosses the botte aside with blushed cheeks and… Wait, is he really avoiding your gaze? Does he have the audacity to feel ashamed right now? Whatever is happening inside his mind, he ends up anyways placing his fingers over his entrance, starting to tease it himself.

He closes his eyes, and his brow is somewhat furrowed while he concentrates on the motion, toying with his hole in slow, soft movements to begin the preparation for the intrusion that’s to come.

You notice he doesn’t take too long easing the muscle and he starts to push his fingers in his hole, his fired up body having responded already to this foreplay, lubricating and dilating where he needs it.

“Everything ok? What do I do to help?” you say awkwardly. You’ve read stuff like this before but honestly, what do you even know about doing this to a man, or demon, in real life?

“I-I’m fine… I’ve done this before plenty of times. Just… don’t stop… what you were doing, please…” He finishes that sentence in a lower volume, almost whispering.

“Ok… Just tell me anything you need…” You answer as your hands resume its movements, though in a much lighter grip so he can concentrate while still receiving a tender tickle of pleasure.

He’s not much better than you, it seems. Even if he has played with himself before, used toys and all, he is as inept as you at doing with someone else like this. You let it go and keep touching his erections while he teases himself. Of course, you can’t help but look, curiosity and desire making it unable to look away as he enters two fingers while you keep attending him with your hands.

His fingering is careful and slow, taking his time in accommodating the action. You watch as he enters them deeper and makes circulating movements stretching it open, and after a moment, searching for a sensation he knows very well. Levi covers his mouth with a hand as he fondles a sensitive spot inside, letting out a surprised moan and his body giving a small shiver.

The sound of his sweet and desperate sound makes you feel drunk from desire, and you can’t help getting closer to his warm body, the musky scent that emanates from him becoming increasingly more intoxicating while you position your face in front of his, and press a soft kiss on his lips that he receives with complete submission. You let go one of his erections in order to support your arm by the side of his head, cleaning your hand just enough with the sheet before bringing it closer to his wet bangs and moving them softly, brushing them back from his forehead and uncovering his mesmerizing face. He turns his gaze back to you and whispers close to your mouth, “W-What are you doing?”

Smiling, you answer while caressing his forehead and his temple. “Nothing, I just wanted to see your pretty face, hehe”. You press another wet kiss to his mouth, and then you start to cover his lips and the skin around them with soft pecks. “I love you so much… You’re going to give yourself to me, right?”

Levi enjoys each one of your kisses, without presenting any resistance. His body shivers from the satisfaction it's receiving from your attention and his own fingers working inside him. Between little moans, he says with a faint, thirsty voice, “Y-Yes… I’m yours right now… Don’t stop kissing me, please…”

With those words, you proceed to claim his mouth passionately, in a long, wet kiss, your tongue assaulting his and slowly licking it, the movement of your other hand on his cock now faster. He responds with the same intensity, melting in the heat and pleasure as his own movements gain more speed.

Frantically, he fucks himself with his long digits, thrusts sharp and deep, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. His sunset gaze is set on you as his body starts filling with pleasure until he can’t keep his eyes open anymore as he keeps nudging his sweet spot. A throaty grunt comes out while the merciless pace fills the room with filthy, wet sounds from the lube and his own fluids. “Fuck… Ah!”

And after a moment, you watch as he decides to slow down the action to restrain himself before he surrenders to his own enjoyment too soon.

“Ah… I think that’s enough,” he murmurs in between pants. “I… I can… take more…” His voice is low and slightly shy as he pronounces those words, clearly conveying what he wants next.

“O-Ok... Just in case, do you wanna start with a smaller one?” You ask carefully, wanting to make sure he’s ready for it.

“No, no, don’t worry... I can take it, I’m sure.” He says with more confidence in his tone, but still not directly looking at you. You smile at his impatience and decide to tease him. “Of course. My little baby has put who knows how many things in there, hasn’t he? Haha.”

He gives you a startled look “You- You have to do that now? I-Idiot, I’m gonna take revenge, you know?”

You laugh at his words, his tsundere demeanor never failing to be as ridiculous as endearing, and you kiss his cheek with a wet peck before softly telling him “I’ll be waiting for that then”.

You sit back to prepare for what’s coming next. Once you get a view from above, you can see the wrecked state he’s into. His silky hair is disheveled around his imponent black and blue horns, staring at you between narrowed eyes and blushed cheeks, and his velvety, moist lips slightly parted that seem to invite you to kiss them one more time. A thin layer of sweat covers his large body, rising and falling with his heavy breathing, his legs spread and his arms weakly lying at each side as his long and thick tail encircles his perfect frame above the bed, the tip swaying in delicate waves.

You suddenly feel small and pathetic above such a sight, how can you even fuck him? You, a mere human, who’s about two heads shorter than him. He has the strength to break you in a second, yet he’s offering himself to you right now with the most sinful and tempting sight you could’ve imagined. It must look so funny from the outside. How in the world could you be so lucky? You don’t understand.

Still, this is no time to overthink, and giving yourself some courage, you reach once again for the poor discarded bottle of lube. You spread more content on the pink dildo, smearing it through the length with one hand while, with the other, you reach for his thigh, caressing his soft skin to let him know you’re there with him, for what’s to come now. A lazy smile decorates his beautiful features as he pierces you with his intense eyes.

After you deem it’s ready, you position yourself above him, setting the toy near his entrance. You hear him sigh in anticipation while you place the tip, pressing lightly into him.

“Are you ok…?” you ask sheepishly.

“Y-Yeah… Are you?”

“…I think I am.” You pause, inhaling slowly to fill your lungs with air and get ready. “I… I’ll put it in.”

His voice is quiet and sweet, waiting patiently. “Ok…”

You enter the toy slowly into him, burying it deeper while you look at his expression for any sign of discomfort. It’s thick and long so you worry for a second, but he seems relaxed enough, his eyes closing softly while it happens, like he knew exactly what to anticipate. It seems like his body gives into it without much resistance, helping to calm your own nerves. You wish you could be… cooler right now. More dominant since that’s what Levi likes, what he’s really into. But you need to trust him, if he says he wants you, you’ll give it to him and hopefully get enough into it for both of your enjoyment.

As the toy is almost all the way in, you stop for him to accommodate to its thicker girth near the base. His breath is faster, but he opens his eyes and looks at you through a heavy gaze. You caress his thighs while you wait, and after some seconds, he speaks.

“I’m fine. You can move… please.” His tone is sweet and peaceful, enjoying from early on what’s happening. The small connection of this moment feels like an intimate secret only to share between the two of you. It soothes your nerves and impulses you to keep going, to give him what he’s asking.

With a fresh and warm determination, you obey his wish. “S-Sure. I’ll… move.”

You rock your hips back in control, not wanting to hurt him in any way, and once it’s almost all the way out, you push inside again up to the brim, feeling how he lets out a small, soft grunt in satisfaction at being filled like that.

Taking it as an invitation to continue, you establish a steady, slow pace, guiding yourself by his little initial reactions. As he's getting used to the movement of your hips, his brow furrows and he gasps softly, gradually starting to get consumed by the pleasing sensation that washes over him.

“Ah… Yeah, just like that…” Between small moans, Levi orders you to continue like this, his body muscles tensing a bit when you strike deep inside, but eventually he relaxes and surrenders to the sweet, thick sensation, his cheeks even redder and his luscious lips parted and his sounds escape from him. You concentrate on giving him a good time, studying his body language and noises as you keep rocking your hips at a steady pace, sinking into him over and over again. You can only trust in his words and hope you’re doing it well.

“Ah! MC… faster, go faster, please.”

For some reason, hearing him begging is doing many things to you. He’s so cute like this you want to wreck him, corrupt him even further, make him an even more sinful, wicked existence. Fuck his brains out until he’s crying your name.

You thrust harder this time, fastening the motion, hitting deep into him with each jolt of your hips. A throaty moan escapes from him as you hit his sensitive spot, singing your name in a sweet tone that hits directly into your own groin. You feel yourself getting more turned on and wet as you sense his reactions, wanting to drive rougher into him, to make that pretty blushed face corrupt in fervor.

If only you could feel him, feel his tight, hot walls squeezing the fake dick you’re penetrating him with, to feel the hotness that engulfs it. You can’t, you fucking can’t, but you’re so into it you simply need to set a frantic pace while you pound into him with all your strength to have that connection. To hell with it. Even if you can’t, you’ll make him feel it, you’ll force him to let you know how it feels. He’s yours right now, and no one else can ever give it to him.

“Ah! Ah, MC! Fuck, yes, just like that!” he whines loudly, his head thrown back and his torso arched as he falls more and more into rapture. You grab his thighs on each side, lifting them and grabbing them in a tight, violent grip while you plunge into him, nails burying into his creamy skin, glistening under the warm lights of the candles at the tree. You’ll never see a more ethereal, more immoral thing ever again. He’s absolutely perfect underneath you.

“You like that? Is that what you like? Hard and fast? Are you that dirty and indecent, Third Ruler of Hell?” Your voice is hoarse as you fall into rapture, suddenly not afraid anymore to talk to him like that.

“A-Aahhh, yes! MC! Please, give it to me!” He responds eagerly to your degradation, like the big fucking pervert he is. He desperately grabs the sheets as he surrenders to you, his face of pure ecstasy with heavy, rolled-back eyes and sweat glistening on his forehead and neck while you ram into him.

Provoked by his euphoric response to your brutality, you release one of his legs to bring your hand to his neck, pressing just below his jaw but without completely choking, not daring yet to do something like that. The moment you grab tightly to keep his neck in place, Levi lets out a choked and indecent sound of pleasure, enjoying immediately being subjected this way. “Aahhh… MC~”, he says with an exalted, shivering voice, the air from his ragged breathing is warm from his smiling mouth.

“Do you really enjoy me having you like that? Restrained and submitted while I’m fucking you hard? And you’re supposed to be an Admiral? How pathetic and disgusting you are, Leviathan…” You can’t help laughing at insulting him like that, especially when he only lets out another moan at your supposedly hurtful words.

“G-Grand Admiral, but yes… I am pathetic and disgusting, that’s what I am, right? A repulsive, creepy pervert, yet you still love me, right? Haaah, MC…” He says with a voice almost maddened from pleasure while he enjoys the grip of your hand and your hard movements inside him, hitting his most sensitive parts over and over again, filling him deep to the bottom.

Now a wicked smile decorates your face, losing yourself in the delicious spectacle your demon is offering you, his perversion and arousal filling you with desire for more. He really is a depraved otaku, but you can only feel a light heat in your chest when you hear how he wants to be reassured of your love even at a moment like this. “Yes… I love you… You, being a degenerate and all… You are mine, right?”

“Hmm!” Levi arches his back when a certain thrust hits right into his sweetest spot, and when you notice his reaction, you aim at it vigorously, hitting over and over again as he starts letting out a flow of high-pitched whines in a delicious staccato that resonates over the walls of your room. “Yes! I’m all yours, aah! Keep going, please, keep going right there, please!” He moans while you see his face contort with ecstasy, surrendering to you.

Answering his pleading, you give him what he asked with a few more pushes until you stop your actions and release his tense jaw, cutting him out of his pleasure in a cruel and sadistic act that makes him scream. “W-What are you doing?! N-No… D-Don’t stop,” he says with a begging gaze, quickly filling with tears of frustration at your lack of movement, “Please, n-no…”

His desperation is so adorable that you can only smile lovingly while you rub his sweaty forehead and his red cheeks. “Shh, shh, it’s ok, don’t cry, my love. I’m still here.” You whisper for him to ease his tension and relax a little bit, a small sob escaping his throat, but he decides to maintain his eyes on you while he tries to calm down and convince you. “I need you, please, please, keep going, don’t be mean… I love you, keep going, please.”

You give him a few sweet little kisses to his cheeks, one on the tip of his nose and another soft one on his lips. “I’ll keep going, Levi, I just need you to be good and listen to what I’ll say now, ok?” At the promise to continue, he can only nod desperately and beg a bit more, “Y-Yes, whatever you say, just do it, please…”

Sitting back and pulling away reluctantly from his warm and inviting body, you pull out the toy from inside him, which makes him let out a broken cry as if he was being deprived of the air he needs. “N-No…” he says now, releasing a couple of tears. The truth is, it’s not like you are necessarily a sadistic person, but the thing is it’s him who drives you to be this way right now, especially when he gets like this. But you know you wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t because he really enjoys It, he enjoys the desperation and the loss of control, and in this moment, you crave that control more than anything.

Smiling warmly at him, you instruct, “Turn around, my love, I want you on your knees and elbows right in front of me.” His eyes widen when he understands what you want, and with the little strength he can collect, he follows your orders and turns his back on you, exquisitely presenting you his ass and his broad back, a drop of sweat running down his neck. “L-Like this, right?”, he looks back at you expectantly and hopes to meet his lover’s expectations.

“Yeah, just like that. What a good boy you are… Hehe.” You tell him with a giggle while you position behind him, your hands running over the skin of his round butt and pulling out a shiver from his body. “Ahh…” he moans in approval while you start to rub circles through his cheeks and then squeeze them greedily with your hands. His tail undulates in a soft wave-like movement as he enjoys the attention you’re giving his ass, and you place one of your hands to the base of the appendage to give it a slow caress with two of your fingers, making him shudder and let out some small, choked moans.

“Y-You’re teasing… haha,” he says with a breathy, pained voice, arching his back to give you more access. “Hurry… up…”

At his attempt to order you around, you decide to punish him immediately with a slap to his cheek, the loud sound of your hand against his skin sounding through all the room along his whine of pain and pleasure that interrupts any word he was aiming to say. “Oh? You were saying something? Don’t be disrespectful, Leviathan.”

He bows his head and bites his lip at the demonstration of power, feeling a wicked desire for more humiliation. “Y-Yes…” he says before gulping, the movement of his torso showing how heavy his breathing is right now, “B-But… I can’t promise to behave… haha…” he dares to say with a soft, high voice before letting out a giggle sick from lust.

He really sounds delicious when you turn him desperate like that, and before you answer, you decide to claim him yours. With your other hand, you align the tip of the dildo with his ass again, making him choke in a whimper. “Ah, I see… You don’t want to keep your dignity at all… It’s ok, if that’s what you want so badly, you disgusting little fuck,” you pronounce before easily inserting the toy in his already open entrance, wet by his fluids and the lube, receiving it once again without any resistance.

“Ohhh, yes… Please, fill me, love,” he whispers, absolutely surrendered to the sensation, forgetting any other comeback he had in his mind a second ago. Once you put the dildo all the way in, it doesn't take long for you to start moving your hips, pulling it out and pushing it inside repeatedly while you grab his ass with your hands to steady yourself and hold him closer to your hips as you keep fucking him. You notice how he begins to lose himself in pleasure as he drops his weight on the bed, leaving only his back half in the air and burying his face in the pillow, drowning his loud, beautiful moans in it.

You focus your concentration on his pleasure, on how his body trembles and moves alongside yours in total synchronization, his hips and thighs slamming against yours over and over again, the sound of skin hitting skin loud and dirty. Just to enjoy his reaction, you decide to add another sound to the symphony by slapping his butt again, Levi letting out a scream as his cheek turns red from the violent action. "More! Give me more! “Nggh…!” he says desperately, asking you for more of the brutality that you don't hesitate for a second to give him again. “Yeah? Is that how much of a bitch you’re going to be with me?” You pronounce hotly before repeating the action two, three times, causing him to raise his head only to breathe easier between ecstatic grunts.

“Come here,” you whisper almost hatefully as you reach out to grab Leviathan by his hair and bring him towards you, lifting his body and supporting him with your other arm, circling it through his slim waist and positioning your hand on his abs. Your fingers in his damp hair grip the strands tightly, pulling it in an act of pure subjugation of the demon that he lets himself enjoy while his eyes narrow and roll back, his half-open mouth letting out small gasps.

You suddenly feel his tail start wrapping around your leg first, and then by your hips simply to touch you a little bit more, deliciously rubbing his scaly texture against your body that you didn't know needed attention so badly until now. The tip naughtily approaches your crotch, and you honestly have no idea how Levi bothers to do it while he seems to be delirious from the sensations he's receiving, but you greatly appreciate it when he touches your clit, making you tremble with pleasure, interrupting your movements. That does not go unnoticed by the demon who, unable to turn back to look at you from the grip on his hair, tells you softly and sweetly, “You like that, right? Keep going, love… I will take care of you...”

“...” You’re speechless for a second. This idiot has no right to make you feel so warm inside while you fuck him right in the ass, but he does. He does, and it makes your desire to finish him and ruin him even stronger. You resume your movements immediately, the pleasure beginning to fill you, motivating your hips even more as you thrust hard and deep, the tingling sensation of your own ecstasy making you join his chorus of moans and pants.

The hand that was holding his abdomen now goes down, and you take as much of his two huge penises as you can to give him the satisfaction he deserves for being so adorable, so him. Smiling maniacally and pulling his hair towards you, you begin to whisper close to his ear, encouraging him to find his satisfaction and finish. “Do it, my love, come. You are so beautiful and perfect, give it to me, come for me…”

"Mmm! Yes… Aah! MC! I'm close…!" The demon cries loudly as you penetrate him hard, his voice now raspy from whining so desperately. The contrast between the rough sex and your now sweet words make him lose his mind immensely. Your hips slam again and again, impaling him with the long, thick dildo that stimulates every part of his insides, the wet, slippery sounds only exciting you more to continue doing it, bringing your demon closer to his climax as he is being stimulated by both sides, your hand desperately pumping his erections wet by pre-come. You let go of his hair in order to caress his warm chest now, touching his nipples and squeezing them in an action done only to get the greatest amount of pleasure out of him, his sweet and desperate moans pointing out the fact that he is already on the verge of collapsing.

With the little consciousness left inside him, he makes sure his tail can give you a fair amount of the pleasure he’s receiving, and it slides forcefully between your folds, stimulating your clit over and over again before sliding the tip inside you, now fucking you while the wetness through all your cunt and nub makes your head dizzy with pleasure. Before you can come, you make sure it’s his turn first.

After a few more pounds, a loud and clear cry comes out of his throat, his body completely tense as he finally reaches his orgasm, deafened and dizzy from the intensity of it. A huge flow of liquid and almost transparent cum releases from both of his cocks that shamelessly stains the sheets of your bed and your hands, the slippery moisture serving as a great lubricant while you accompany him and pump him to finish his climax, the movement of your pounding in his ass now starting to calm down until you stop in order to not overstimulate the mess of a demon right now.

Leviathan’s body cannot support itself anymore, so you hold him up with your hand on his chest, the weight making the position difficult until you begin to let him slowly lower himself towards the bed, his mind completely blank and his body falling in his post-orgasmic state as only pants can be heard from him. You remove the dildo from his hole to let him lie down and rest weakly on the bed, as he also retires his tail from you. You miss the sensation immediately, but decide to wait for him to compose himself before you ask anything from him again.

As you take off the harness, you suddenly realize how tired you are, lying down next to him and wrapping your arm around his waist while you watch his heavy breathing begin to calm down. Smiling, you lean in to kiss his temple, and he turns to look at you softly, the unnaturally bright orange of his eyes resting on you. In one slow movement, you guide him to your chest, resting his head on it as you pet his hair and his horns, which makes him jump and laugh a little.

“I don't think I have any words,” he says in a husky voice before giving you a couple of pecks on your collarbone, and then adds “That was simply incredible… Holy shit, MC, haha…”

“I'm glad... Oh, and don't forget that you're not pathetic or disgusting, if you believe that shit I'll punch you.”

Leviathan chuckles softly as he wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles into you even more. “I know… I trust you and I love you.”

Being filled with bliss, you hug him back and kiss his sweaty forehead. A few minutes pass like this, but the heat of his body is simply so pleasant that you lose yourself in it a little, pressing him harder against your chest and nuzzling his hair sweetly, a hint of desire escaping and reminding you that you’re still missing your own climax.

The demon notices your craving immediately, your hot body and your need for more physical contact revealing that you are still aroused. Levi lets out a playful giggle and says in a whisper, “I think I still have to take care of you, right? It would be cruel to leave you like this…”

“Ah… I can't help it, sorry,” you say in a strangely embarrassed voice, which is too adorable for him. He subtly moves his face up to look at you and smiles, whispering deliciously, “Don't apologize for anything, MC… I'm yours and you're mine… Let me just… give it to you…”

The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, but more than anything it's the strong anticipation that fills you right now. You smile back and bring his face closer to yours to give him a warm kiss that quickly turns passionate and wet, your tongues intertwining irresistibly. His arms wrap around you while your hands caress his hair, massaging his scalp full of devotion.

“Levi… Anything… Give me anything you can,” you say in a voice almost pained with hunger and desire as your eyes slowly close overwhelmed, to avoid looking at him so closely now that you're giving him the control. "Yes my love. Don't worry, Levi will take care of you,” he responds with almost the same intensity, but also happy to give you back even a part of everything you just gave him.

With a silent and sinister movement, you feel his tail again enveloping your thigh and rubbing your entrance, making you jump a little and let out a soft whine. “L-Levi…!” He looks at you studying your reaction while the tip of the scaly appendage begins to delightfully rub against your wet folds once again, satisfied to get that response out of you so quickly. “You like my tail… No matter what you say, you are as perverted as me…”

“H-Hey, don't insult me like that- Ah! Mmm…” you are able to answer him not so eloquently before you begin to give in to the pleasure. “...It's because it's perfect... You are perfect...”

He can't help but feel tremendously praised and content to receive those words, almost blushing as he usually does at any open display of affection from your part, but right now, that warmth only encourages him more to satisfy you and bring you to your climax. His tail continues to move playfully between your legs, stimulating on the outside before entering again, using its flexibility in order to touch everywhere it can reach, eliciting a string of sweet breathy moans from you. Right now, it sounds irresistible to his ears.

The sensation is simply too delicious, the tickling under your skin and the sensuality of the movements quickly taking you to the peak of your pleasure as you can only cry his name, still caressing and gripping his hair lovingly and desperately. One of his hands stops embracing you as he takes it to your abdomen, touching and fondling your stomach in small circles before traveling up to your breasts. He touches them gently at first, brushing the palm of his hand gently over your erect nipples, then rubbing them with his fingers. You let out a soft groan as he pinches one of the nubs, and then shamelessly squeezes your tit with his palm while he places a moist kiss to your jaw. The mixture of pleasant sensations becomes quickly too much for you.

“Ah! Levi, I’m… I’m coming…” you warn him some seconds before the inevitable, his voice a whisper of sweet nothings right in your ear. “Do it, come for me. You are so beautiful, so perfect, I love you. Don’t ever leave me, you’re mine forever, I love you…”

His cheesy words would make you hide ashamed in another context, but right now they only bring you to your orgasm while his tail, devoid of any mercy, continues to move strongly in your pussy, abusing your clit and rubbing the sweetest places inside you. You can't help the loud sounds that escape your throat, a high-pitched cry that Levi would drown out if he only reached and claimed your lips with his, but he decides to let the sound envelop him and enjoy the exquisite voice of your pleasure. Suddenly, you can only see white as your eyes shut and you feel your consciousness escape while your climax takes over you, the only thing grounding you to this place is the demon holding you against him.

“Yeah, that's right, just like that… Look at you, you're so warm and beautiful, my love…” He whispers while you convulse, caressing your thigh as his tail finally leaves your crotch, freeing you from any over-stimulation and letting you catch your breath. Heavy pants come out of your mouth while you fall completely limp on the sheets, letting yourself be cuddled by Levi, who’s tenderly pecking your face with little kisses before placing his face between your shoulder and your neck, letting you rest. “Yeah… so perfect and adorable,” he keeps murmuring.

…

Slowly, your thoughts come back into coherent shape, and all you can think about is how talkative he gets, especially when he's this excited. This man just won't shut the fuck up. Ever. But it’s fine, his voice is comforting in these moments of intimacy. With a slight smile, you kiss his sweaty forehead, convinced that you're not in much better shape. Everything is so warm and comfortable as he said, his body against yours feels like a comforting dream.

“That was fun, don't you think? Although I must admit… it makes me cringe a little now remembering-” You pause as you’re filled with sudden embarrassment. “Aaahhh, I'm sorry for saying so many strange things,” you tell him, strangely nervous. But he turns to look at you with an expression... similar to yours, his big eyes seeming to finally become aware of everything that happened.

“N-No, I-I, ahhh!” he says embarrassed as well, his face turning impossibly redder. “N-No, b-but no matter what, I won’t regret it! It was amazing! All I ever wanted! You are amazing and aaaggghhh-!” He blurts out to you, trying to reassure both of you that there is no reason to be ashamed, although his exaggerated expression is even more embarrassing to look at. You stare at him and laugh lightly. Nothing like a good cringey moment from Levi to forget your own discomfort.

“Okay, okay, baby… Everything's okay, haha…” you say with a softer voice as you press in to hug him closer and bury your face in his chest, hiding. You feel him embrace you back with an awkward giggle, both of you ignoring for now the deplorable state you're in and the need for a shower.

A smile decorates your face as you remember all you got to see and hear from him today. You strongly believe there’s no way this will be the first and last time you do this. Not after you had so much fun, despite the cringe.

There is still so much more you have to experience together. And you can’t wait for it.

#this is a long fic for being pure smut but you've been warned #obey me leviathan #obey me #obey me levi #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me fanfic #leviathan smut #leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #the title is more for me y'all don't know how challenging this was to make so i needed some big ass determination and zero shame #i'm satisfied with the result tho #Winter writes

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thequeenofthewinter · 11 days

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Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Khajiit has words if you have the attention span. Come take a look.

(Honestly, WIP Wednesday is the only thing keeping me writing at the moment. My life has been chaos.)

Tagging: @oblivions-dawn @dirty-bosmer @skyrim-forever @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @vivifriend @inkysqueed @your-talos-is-problematic @throughtrialbyfire @sylvienerevarine @bostoniangirl21 @umbracirrus @ladytanithia @theoneandonlysemla

“If you do not try, you will never know.” One of his arms comes up to squeeze her shoulder, pulling her back against his chest. “Besides, I know what you are capable of. We all do. It is a great and terrible burden to carry on one’s conscience, but I also know you are not one to run from what is difficult. Neither of us do.”

She sighs and she leans back into him.“How did you do it?”

It is a simple enough question; however, it holds a complicated answer. “I do not know if I am honest. Only that I continued on one day at a time. However, it got easier at some point.”

“When?” Her eyes sparkle with hope as she looks up at him.

“After you walked into my life.”

She shakes her head at him. “Because it is your birthday, I am going to allow you to tell me pretty lies.”

“Perhaps it sounds cliché, but it is true. Life became easier once you were beside me.”

“More like pushing you like a stubborn goat up a mountain, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Ulfric chuckles as he presses a kiss to her temple and moves to the wardrobe. “We will continue on together, and you may lean on me for whatever strength I have left.” He reaches up his hands to massage his temples. He can already feel the headache there pounding behind his eyes with what is to come. “I am not sure what I will have left after dealing with Lord Corolius and the council this morning.”

“I’d quite like to Shout him off the top of a mountain.”

“And I would love nothing more than to see that, but unfortunately, he is an integral part of the council.”

Dahlia’s brows furrow into a scowl. The last time she had the displeasure of interacting with Levus, they had gotten into an argument. Typical. However, she knows that Ulfric has played the game of politics almost as if from the cradle, and she trusts his judgement more than anyone. “Would you like me to accompany you?”

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #ulfric stormcloak #dahlia wintersnow #ulfric x dragonborn #winter writes #wip wednesday

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hypewinter · 5 months

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New chapter and new fic just dropped. Go check them out!

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter writes

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iphoenixrising · 11 months

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Masterlist 3

Tim-centric con't

Red Robin tweaks: BatDad & Boomerang | Fallen (What if Dick didn't catch Tim | Kon catches Tim

Tim Drake Week: Day 2: Sick Bird| Day 6 (Firefly fusion) | Day 7 (Injury/Healing)

Whirlybird!!!! BABE MADE ME A WHIRLYBIRD & HC

Kid!Tim: De-Aged!Tim: Not trusting the BatFam ... but the Titans | Kid!Tim works (Different ways Tim joins the Bats earlier):Tiny!Tim au on Ao3 | Kid!Tim is discovered by Robin!Jason & Window Seat & Tiny!Tim au: The Fever & Tiny!Tim and the Secret (for 500 Followers!) & Tiny!Tim and The Wrong Bus | Tiny!Tim and Tiny!Peter ask | Home for Tiny Birds (Convergence w/ NHFDB!Tim): One & Two | Jason's Death (HCs): One & Two & Three

Converging the AUs:

"Feels" by iphoenixrising , a graphic by Miss Coco Chips | Convergence

Home for Tiny Birds: NHFDB!Tim visits Tiny!Tim

Fracture!Tim meets Talon!Tim & Dr!Tim | Sated (NSFW HC)

Fracture: the Multiverse & Future!AU

Boy All the Bad Guys Want:

Pamphlets: One (based on this ) & Two

Joker Junior: One & Two

Jean Paul One & Two

Talon!AU: in which Tim is a Talon & RR without Tim & Mindfuckery & Titans on the Hunt | Gray Son must Die (in which babe wrote most of the thing) & Functionally Immortal & Brainwashed, Hurting, Dissociating, Angry, and Lost & the Assassin & the Talon | Refuge w/ Shiva & A Killer | Rebuilt & vs Fracture!Tim

Dr!Tim (DickTimJay; in which Tim is a trauma surgeon and DickJay are vigilantes)

Meta: on AO3 | Art in which I cry with joy | How it all Began (light NSFW) | Follow-Up

The Submissive & Safeword (HC) & Safewords Out & Sub-Drop | Not Safewording Ask | Annnd Consequences

London Bridge: is Falling & (Missing Scene) & Afterward w/ guest star, Tony Stark!

That whole thing at Arkham Dr!Tim and Arkham Riots: One & Two | Arkham Breakout | But, that's not all Dr!Tim and Fear

Tony Stark in Dr!Tim: The Surgeon, The Captain, and the Soldier (for 600 followers!) | SteveTonyBucky (for 700 followers!)

BatFam Prompts, Drabbles, & Thoughts

Interest (see also "DickTimJay: Destroyed")

SuperBats

Fic Recs: Funeral & Dr Oz by awkwardbluefish Calling It by reallyautomaticvoid

Damian

Headcanons: on Tim & Shiva | Characterization | as a Boyfriend and NSFW specifically w/ Jason and also with Dick

Dami and ...: Dick & Tim at the Arcade | Tim & Don't panic, but we accidentally got marries | Comfort | Robin's Redemption (for 400 followers!)

Fic Rec: DamiTim by hauntedlittledoll

DamiTim Nurse Tim! Robin!Dami WIP on Ao3 | Concept | Alph!Dami/Alph!Jon/Omega!Tim: The original ask| Tim & Dami

Night Sky

Jason

Jason Todd's mouth & Languages (HC) | Jason's Accent & its inspiration

v. the Pit and then I saw Counting Bodies like Sheep

Misc: Jason, the Outlaws, and the Joker | Crochet | RHatO #25!UA | Silence (tw warning: major character death) | Bottom Jason Todd Week: Daddy Kink, Rare pair Jay/Thomas Elli Heavy in your Arms: One & Two (Angst; Based off the song with the same title by Florence + the Machine)

Marvel

Misc

Miraculous Ladybug Play | The Way to His Heart

Check Please!Check Please WIP | WIP 2

Voltron: all because of satire-please Team Dynamics | Left Behind | Waking | You, Not the Lion

#masterlist #masterlist 3 #winter writes #we have some fics here

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winterpower98 · 10 months

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It's my birthday and as a gift, I'm giving you one wip of the three fics I've been trying to write for the last half year

Demon sounds and monkey noises Chapter 5

Mission: Make boss feel better!

Through flowers and fruits, through stories and memories (placeholder title)

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #wip #winter rambles #winter writes #winterpower98

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scattered-winter · 7 months

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alien languages glossary

*up to date with chapter 13 of quintenary stars

ALTEAN

ket’afari ābwulidat alghubar inēmii ābihayth ket’yi

translates to "as you have been born from cosmic dust, so have I." stems from the ancient Altean belief that all beings share a common ancestor of pure quintessence and cosmic dust derived from arabic "kama wulidat min alghubar alkawnii bihayth yakun" and amharic "ket’eferi ābwara inidetewelediki inēmi ālenyi"

shi’menā

literally "life-weaver." an Altean who possesses the ability to manipulate the pure quintessence around them by weaving threads of quintessence like a tapestry. derived from amharic "shimena"

najāmi

"my star" or "starlight." a very meaningful term of endearment most commonly used by a parent to a child. (Coran's use of it toward Allura sheds some light on their very close relationship.) derived from arabic "najima"

ii’zamh

"bones." an Altean game involving small rods carved with numbers. derived from arabic "eazam"

mota ii'zamh

"bone death." a degenerative Altean disease similar to muscular dystrophy derived from amharic "moti"

GALRAN

pieramoha ilo smeirk

victory or death. the motto of the Galra Empire. stems from the Galra belief that strength (their most important virtue) is defined by victory over their enemies, or honor by death in battle.

znaniya ilo smeirk

knowledge or death. the motto of the Blade of Marmora. a subversion of the Galra belief of death and glory in battle being paragons of honor; instead, the Blade of Marmora define strength in their own way: biding their time from the shadows and gathering all the knowledge they possibly can before striking. to the Blade, strength lies in collaboration and patience; rather than battling their enemy with a cannon, they use many tiny blades to cut and whittle away piece by piece.

duksha

literally means "part of a whole" or "other half". twins and triplets are incredibly common for Galra, and they have a very close bond for their entire lives that cannot be severed even by great distance. derived from russian "dusha" and ukrainian "dukh"

duksha-svyaz

literally "linked souls"; describes the empathy link shared between twin or triplet Galra siblings (ie: Thace's connection to his sister that allows them to sense each other's emotions even over a great distance) derived from russian "svyaz"

ya ydu tanetsvaty nebe

a solemn galran farewell used in the context of someone who will never be seen again. roughly translates to "I go to dance with the stars". Ulaz says this to Shiro before sacrificing himself to destroy the robeast in the xanthorium clusters, though the paladins don't yet know the significance of the phrase derived from russian "ya idu tantsevat' v nebe" and ukrainian "ya ydu tantsyuvaty v nebi"

BALMERAN

tamai’ta nga hfetu

literally "child of the stars". an expression of great honor and respect that stems from the Balmeran belief that those connected to the stars above and the Balmera below are blessed with power and wisdom. (ie: Shay's grandmother calls Allura this after discovering her connection to the Balmera, which in the ancient days was a sign of someone with this very spiritual connection to the universe around them. Shay's grandmother is one of the oldest Balmerans, and she's likely one of the scattered few on the Balmera who still remember their old traditions and the weight such a phrase would carry.) derived from samoan "tama a fetu" and maori "tamaiti o nga whetu"

#winter writes #quintenary stars series #voltron #gonna continually update this as we go!!!#i have a LOT more terms + words from languages old and new but these are the ones y'all have seen in action so far :]

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dee-de-winter · 1 month

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playing with fire

|| marcoace || 5,281 words || rated E ||

Read on Ao3

It's weeks of hostility from the new guy before Marco reaches the end of his rope and does something about it.

It goes better than expected, all things considered.

this one goes out to all the people who liked the last E rated firefighters fic <3 hope you like the one i'm warming up for too

#marace #opfanfic #marcoace #winter writes

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academicsworld · 1 year

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You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.

- Ernest Hemmingway, A moveable feast

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whimsifae · 6 months

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the five homoerotic love languages:

- intimate stabbing

- outright obsession

- confused pining

- "no one knows me like you do"

- lifelong promises that always sound suspiciously like wedding vows

#the secret history #henry winter #writing #dead poets society #dark academia #writeblr #obsessive love #dark romanticism #marauders

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slowstorms · 7 months

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the gojo in your head is clingy and never lets go of you but the gojo in my head is touch starved yet touch repulsed. what else is to be expected? he’s put a literal invisible wall up for most of his life; separating his existence from the rest of the world. it’s all he’s known.

how is he supposed – no, expected to suddenly know how to be physically intimate with you? you, who sees through him. you, who despite never fully understanding him and his position in this world, never lets him feel as lonely as he once did.

with you, gojo’s loneliness isn’t bone-deep as it once was. it’s no longer chipping away at whatever is left of his soul. no longer does it spread like a cancer or pump through his veins in place of blood.

yes, loneliness will forever make up the core of gojo satoru’s existence – but, for the first time in a long time, he’s beginning to feel human again.

so, he tries. he tries, for your sake and his. a brush of your knees together here, a touch of your shoulders together there. it’s not much, but he’s giving what he can.

he tries not to pull away when you initiate any physical contact. he tries not to let the uncomfortable pang in his chest upon the feeling of your fingertips on his skin take over him. he tries not to hurt you when you’ve done so much for him; always easier said than done. what is wrong with me, gojo thinks. this is the least i can do for them.

your kindness and understanding towards gojo never seems to falter despite this. he’s grateful that you help to push him out of his comfort zone, and even more grateful yet that you’re so attuned to him, knowing when to not overstep boundaries that he so uneasily set. he wishes he didn’t have to set these boundaries at all.

unlearning these reactions he didn’t even know settled so deeply within him will take time. he knows the efforts will be uncomfortable for himself and you. but, gojo is glad to have you by his side. for the way you soothe the ache of his solitude, the throbbing pain of it reduced to a dull push and pull, he’d do anything for you.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #my first time posting my writing on any platform please be nice thank you #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #winter writes

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winter-sol · 11 months

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leviathan vs. leviathan?! (or an idiot's internal struggle)

word count: 2,4k

pairing: GN! reader / Leviathan

contents: ! nsfw minors DNI. pathetic and jealous levi, begging, praising. handjobs. a light crossover with what in hell is bad? featuring its Leviathan as a fictional character.

Leviathan, as the pathetic demon he is, gets terribly jealous over WHB!Leviathan while you play that game. You are willing to reassure him he's the only one for you.

also at ao3 here 🖤

There was a limit to how long he could endure watching you so engrossed in that damn game. The game with the fictional -and inferior- versions of themselves, the Seven Rulers of Hell. How could you be so interested in that when he is right there?!

He could guess that, in some way, it’s a compliment, considering it would mean your attraction to him transcends the limits of reality and made you want to install the game and meet that Leviathan.

…That Leviathan.

Blond, light-colored eyes, a sensual and mysterious gaze that leaves on their knees anyone who has the bliss to look at his graceful and erotic figure, wearing a tight and elegant black suit. He looks nothing like the disgusting and socially awkward otaku he is, the real one.

“Mmm… So, if I level this up I can get that skill… I see.”

While he observes you from the floor cushion, he thinks immediately you’re only pretending to be interested in the gameplay instead of the demons, his insecurity and envy overflowing and shamelessly escaping his control. He should pretend as well, pretend he’s fine with it. But in that moment, he simply doesn’t care.

“Ahhh, there it is! Hey, Levi, you wanna take a look?” You ask innocently, thinking that he also feels curiosity at it when in his insides he only wishes that shithole of a game never existed in the first place. Fuck them. Fuck that… sexy imposter, he bets he could never summon Lotan and destroy the entire Hell or Celestial or Human Realm.

“Nope, pass.” He says in an indifferent voice as he pretends to focus his attention in an allegedly more engaging game in his console. His pout still goes unnoticed by you, so you insist.

“You gotta be kidding, you really don’t wanna meet your alter ego? He even has completely voiced lines! His voice actor apparently has experience doing these kinds of things, hehe.” You say as you stare at your phone’s screen, with your arms propped on the edge of the bathtub, poking out slightly, while you await your demon’s answer.

“Nope, not interested. I’m grinding so leave me alone.”

His curt tone now actually grabs your attention back to him, and there’s no way you can ignore his expression. He’s literally huddled up in a ball, sulking and avoiding at all costs looking at your direction. You find it hard to contain your laughter in that moment, but making fun of him may not be the best decision. This is the Avatar of Envy.

Smiling to yourself, you get out of his bathtub and move closer to him, laying down behind him and draping your arm around his waist, pulling him into a hug. Without expecting the sudden physical contact, he makes a little jump at your action. “H-Hey! What are you doing?! Get out and stay over there with your little game, since he clearly is a better Leviathan than me, right?”

He must be joking… Is he really that obvious? Now you can’t hold back the laugh, but you do the effort to make it look like a silly, flirty giggle.

“Levi~ What are you saying? No matter what, I only want you,” you tell him in a sweet voice while you nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder, his back still turned on you.

“Don’t lie. Deep down, you’d like me to be like that, don’t you?” A tinge of sarcasm is found at the end of that sentence, jealousy fueling his words as he keeps going. “He’s sexier, his voice is more attractive and deeper, and he looks absolutely dreamy. Aaand he totally must have a better body, obviously, ‘cuz he was created for that. Oh, and he doesn’t have this horrible tail I grow in my demon form. Does he even have demon traits or is he just a pretty boy with horns? Hmph.” He scoffs and continues, “And I bet he wouldn’t info dump you or make you all bored with my stupid animes all the time. And he doesn’t have a 2D waifu or husbando since that’s totally disgusting and unattractive, right? Also-.” You can’t help interrupting.

“What the fuck, Levi” You feel like cringing at his rant a little bit but now you’re entertained. “Have you really been staring at him that much? Wow, I mean, I thought you didn’t care about him at all.” You finish that sentence with another giggle, knowing you could be entering more dangerous territory with the teasing, but deciding to test your luck and see how he takes it.

“N-No!! Don’t be ridiculous! Aghh, you normie,” he says grumbling. Mmm… You figure you’ll have to convince him otherwise before he sinks in his bad mood even further.

You reach your hand to his chest, caressing lightly above the fabric of his hoodie, and you get your lips close to his ear. “You seriously believe those pixels are better than you? When you’re this amazing, Leviachan~” You purr his name while you press your fingers over his thick muscles, wanting to emphasize his body’s appeal. “No one makes me feel like you. No one ever will. You’re the only one for me.” You finish with a kiss directly on his neck, sensing how he shivers at the gesture.

“H-Hey! You’re trying to make fun of me?”, he says with a confrontational voice, but you know it won’t last long if you play your cards well.

“No, love. I mean it. You want me to prove it to you?”

You embrace him from the back with both of your arms, sneaking your hands below his clothes. You rub your palms over the hot skin of his torso, fondling him without any subtlety in your intentions, desire starting to flow through you while you cover him with pecks on his nape, his neck, and his shoulder.

“Ngh!” Leviathan responds immediately at your ministrations, air escaping through heavy, ragged breaths while you delight with his reactions. His sensitivity is adorable.

One of your hands travels to his v line, sensing the hard muscle there in direction to his crotch. Expectant, you follow the trail and slide your hand under the hem of his sweatpants that are already flaunting his quickly growing hardness through the fabric. An exciting sight, indeed, that you only want to put your hands onto. And as much as he tries to play difficult to get, he’s easy when you know what to say, where to touch, how to fire his own want too.

You decide to continue with the sweet nothings. “How am I supposed to look elsewhere, hmm? Please tell me because I couldn’t if I tried.” Your hand palms his length through his underwear as he gasps, trying to fight his urges and wanting to prove you wrong even though it’s almost impossible for him now, not when he can feel your touch so vividly, so irresistible.

“A-Ah…” A moan comes out finally as you reach under the fabric and fully grab his erection, your own composure faltering at the sensation of his scorching skin of his long, thick cock.

“Levi.” You say in a low voice while you circle your hand around it, gripping it greedily and dragging it down in a slow, tormenting movement. Your voice is almost a whisper, deviously teasing him “I bet you’re bigger than him”. He shivers at the touch, gasping as your grip goes down, then up, torturing him in a delicious, slow pace. You always enjoy taking your time when it comes to feeling all of him, as much as you can. No one else can have the honor of touching the Third Ruler of Hell like this.

As if awakening something feral in him, a growl comes out while you keep working him with your hand, desire pooling in you as you feel his frame stiff. Before you can continue, he grabs your wrist and turns his head to your direction.

“Prove it”, his voice is hoarse while he looks at you from above with serious, lust-filled gaze that fails at hiding his true desperation. The sunset in his eyes almost nonexistent as black engulf his aching stare. “Show me I’m the only one you need.” You notice him gulping, and conveying his own longing, he gives up his dignity in a low, weak voice “...Please.”

You smile viciously at the display, grabbing firmly the base of his cock and pulling a grunt out of him.

“Of course, love. You’re the only demon for me, Leviathan.”

You kiss under his jaw, licking that sensitive spot for him while you start a quicker pace. A sweet groan echoes through the spacious room, and his body tenses as your grip twists, giving a circular motion that only makes him fall deeper into delirium, a touch so delicious he melts into it, resting his body against yours while his legs spread giving you more access to anywhere you want.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you like this, don’t you?” Your sultry voice makes him shudder, completely surrendering himself to you. In this moment, he couldn’t care less about the other Leviathan, fuck him, he doesn’t even exist but he does, he does and he’s right here for you to take as you please.

“MC…! Yes, yes, I like it, please,” he cries out, feeling his toes curling at the buzzing ecstasy that fills him violently, your other hand rubbing his nipples under the hoodie, pinching one and gently fondling it after, turning him into a bigger, hungry mess.

He suddenly wonders if you’re even comfortable, his weight resting more on you as he squirms, but any thought dies when your thumb rubs the slit of his dick, eyes watering at the pleasure that defies his own self-control. “Fuck, MC, ahh!!” he whines while precum comes out, making your movements smoother as the strokes only grow harder and faster.

You are delighted by his sounds, possessiveness and power clouding your mind with the desire of him to beg you more, to beg for you to own him and show him he’s the only one. He still gets like that, insecure and jealous over the most stupid things, but you’re ok with it. You’ll reassure him as much as he needs. If that’s the kind of partner he needs, you’ll gladly be that.

“C’mon, baby, tell me, what do you want from me?” You sound playful and delirious yourself, marking your words nibbling his neck again afterwards, starting to abuse the red skin in there. He cries at the bite, closing his moist eyes and his hips moving with increasing frenzy.

“MC… Please, keep saying it… Say you love, say you need me, ah! As much as I need you… please…”

There it is. More begging. It sends electricity through your own body, and you let him fuck your hand as he cries out. You’re as desperate for him as he is for you, and you can only obey him.

“I love you, Levi.” A hungry adoration can be heard in your words, your whisper loud enough for his ears only. You bite his shoulder while he erratically rocks his hips into your hand, searching his own selfish pleasure and bringing himself at the edge of his release. “Come for me, love. You’re mine, mine, mine… I need you, only you.”

Those final words are too much for him, a loud moan resonating as he spills his orgasm on your hand, flows of cum leaking and making the last drags thicker and strained, as he finally collapses. His mind is still on the clouds, vision white as he slowly starts regaining his consciousness. His body starts relaxing, still in your tight embrace, and his breathing is gradually becoming steady once again.

You kiss his jaw, his lobe, and his cheek while you wait for him to recover his senses, soft pecks tenderly awakening him from his intense climax.

“…MC… You’re amazing… hehe.” The light chuckle that decorates his voice at the end makes you smile at his sincerity.

“You are amazing. Now give me a kiss, love.”

He shifts and gets on his side, finally facing you properly. He complies and kisses you gently, a wave of affection and unreleased want filling you as his soft, moist lips presses against yours. You smile into it, letting it grow more passionate in an intimate moment of calm and blissfully quietness. The movements of your mouths are languid, lazy, as you enjoy tasting each other.

After a while, you both part and regain your breathing. The tension between your legs is starting to rise as your own hunger remains unattended. You decided to tease him some more in order to get what you want from him.

“Levi… I need you…” You lock your eyes on his, eager arousal filling your thoughts of getting to claim him one more time.

He widens his eyes as he gets the meaning of your words, smiling and pecking your lips once again. “Yeah… Let me do it for you.”

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As you two hide under the cozy blanket, he admires the way the voice actor seems to be giving his all in the porn scene of the game happening in that instant. “Wow… this is hot, I give them that.”

You enjoy how he’s finally open to try the game and share this… unique situation with you. You chuckle, “I told you, you wouldn’t hate it. Besides, take it as a compliment, you’re so cool you inspired this little guy to exist!” You scratch the imposter demon through the screen, red lines appearing on his skin as the sound of a breathy moan comes out. “Look, he’s into pain like you sometimes.”

He gives an exaggerated noise as a complain. “H-Hey! That’s… Wait, how would they even know?! It’s just a coincidence… Right?” You laugh at how he ends up admitting it.

“Yeah, but an incredible one.” You say as blond Leviathan whines while you keep stimulating him. You try to give your Levi the phone. “Here, do something to him too.”

He looks at it for a moment, contemplating his options. “Mmm, I don’t know. Wouldn’t that count as some type of masturbation?”

You burst out laughing at that.

“Hahahaha! Holy shit. Maybe? I don’t know, you aren’t him, so...”

“Yeah, I don’t know, it’s kinda weird? Doing these things to this 2D version of myself?”

“…You’re really saying that as if you haven’t jacked off to multiple hentai games before. The audacity of this pervert.”

He looks at you with a horrified expression. “Shut up!! That’s totally different! It has nothing to do with myself! It’s with other characters.”

He really has no shame anymore.

#obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me fanfic #leviathan smut #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #whb leviathan #what in hell is bad #hope i'm not spaming their tag but well since it's part of the plot...#winter writes #guess who's back

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thequeenofthewinter · 1 month

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Work-in-Progress Wednesday

On this day's edition of WIPsday, I give you...Ralof.

Tagging some friends: @oblivions-dawn @dirty-bosmer @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @bostoniangirl21 @umbracirrus @arisenlicious @skyrim-forever @changelingsandothernonsense @tallmatcha @gilgamish @vivifriend @your-talos-is-problematic @throughtrialbyfire @ladytanithia. No pressure but I would love to see what you've got! :)

Being out in the wilderness of Skyrim brings with it a certain calm and familiarity that Ralof relishes despite his exhaustion. All around him late-summer crickets chirp as cicadas buzz their farewell song through the dark backdrop of the verdant forests in-between Whiterun and Hjaalmarch, and he takes in a minute to breathe the lush scent of leaves and pine—the last such moment he will have before chilly autumn sinks its claws into most of the landscape.

While the cold is a part of his Nordic heritage—something that most here are accustomed to—, there is a certain stillness which he appreciates in this in-between space before the season turns over her new leaves to don an attire of vibrant, fiery oranges and deep-bleeding crimsons.

Ralof takes another bite of the danish in his hands, bits of the flaky confection unfortunately falling from his fingers and onto the ground. How Dahlia ever got the pastry into his bag he will never know. Perhaps it is a new skill which she has acquired since motherhood, and he had to shake his head and smile when he found it along with a small attached note in his bag.

Take care of yourself, Ralof, and may Mara and Talos watch over you through your travels. Come back to us as soon as you can.

Short and sweet, much like the danish he just polished off, the note brings a warm feeling to his chest despite its brevity. He is ready to do what he has been asked despite the tired itching behind his eyelids.

Over the last few months, he has traveled and learned more than he had ever dreamed he would in this lifetime. It is as much a blessing as it is a curse he would say. Far flung colorful cities dance through his dreams, perfumed air of cardamom and cinnamon along with the tang of citrus floating on his tongue. However, not all of it is sunshine and spice. At the same time, he can still feel the grating irritation of sand between his eyelashes with every blink—even if he has washed them countless times between his leaving the endless desert until now. The sensation haunts him much like the illusive elf he is currently following.

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #ralof #dahlia wintersnow #winter writes #wip wednesday

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mournfulroses · 5 months

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Kōtarō Takamura, tr. by Hiroaki Sato, from Chieko & Other Poems; "Two Under the Tree,"

#lit #kotaro takamura #poetry #writings #words #poetry in translation #selections #fragments #excerpts #quotes #p #winter

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iphoenixrising · 2 years

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Broken Trust: Chapter 3

I’ve had this done for months, but originally I wanted to do an epic follower post with tons of fics. That seems like it might happen eventually, but until it does, here’s the next part of utter angst.

“Explain complication to me,” Gar makes it slow, mentally already preparing himself for news bad enough to make their SB look this wrecked.

“He...he’s missing some memory,” Bart glances through the glass where their Robin is deeply asleep after being in a coma for a week. “He thinks he’s still, you know, the other Robin.”

Raven’s spine straightens and her eyes move to the sleeping vigilante as well, “we need to get him to a real doctor immediately. The Tower can give us reports, his vitals, but none of us are medically trained enough to deal with an injury of his magnitude. We need to know if he shall recover or not.”

“You want to tell Grayson,” Kon rubs the bridge of his nose. “Tim wouldn’t want that.”

“Well,” Cassie is biting on her lower lip, “if he’s really lost his memory of the last few years...he actually might.”

“We know Leslie Thompkins, and that’s who they would take him to anyway. We can call her directly.” Bart shrugs, trying to make it look careless.

“Whoa, whoa, okay. Let’s all just calm down and think about this,” Gar puts up a hand, before the YJ trio starts to come back at him, “because Rave is right, and getting someone qualified here to check out Tim, who is now the worst trope we’ve ever had to deal with, is priority one. We don’t know if he’s, you know, gonna get his memory back, or if we’ve got a teenage Rob to deal with. Like, permanently. Or...until he grows...up?” His hands waffle back and forth at how to really explain it.

“What Gar is trying to say,” Raven sighs, cape fluttering as she crosses her arms, “is that we are out of our depth, and any delay on our part could hinder Tim’s recovery, in whatever form that may take.”

“We want the best for him, too,” Gar cuts in, taking some of the tension from Kon’s shoulders and Bart’s back. “But if he’s that far back, then our bud is absolutely going to ask for Dick or Bats eventually. We’ll have to lie to him to keep him here, even if that’s what he wanted before the accident. But, like, it’s still Tim, and he’s going to sniff it out of us in a hot minute. So, how are we supposed to handle that?”

The silence is deafening, but Kon still hears it, the steady rhythm thrumming in his best friend’s chest, not the half-stutter a split second before the gun–

"We tell him the truth." Is what spills out of his mouth. “We tell him he isn’t that Rob anymore, but he’s still our Rob. We tell him he’d want to stay with us for a while instead of in Gotham.”

“What do we say when he asks why, Kon?” Cassie pleads, eyes going to the bed and back. “Are we going to tell him about the League of Assassins and Batman getting lost in time and–”

“He’s still a detective, dude,” Gar throws in, “if he wants to find out bad enough, he will. Pretty much Batman, right?”

“It’ll be better in the long run if we tell him up front.” Bart shrugs, “ask him to stay until he’s looked through all his own hidden files from the last year before he goes anywhere near Gotham. Then, be there for whatever the fallout might be.”

Realistically, at this juncture in Tim's vigilante career, he still believes in Grayson, in Gotham, in what he thinks the Bats stood for. Telling him what they knew, then sending him off to find out the gritty details is going to be the worst part – the eventual spiral just waiting to happen.

Bart and Kon exchange a knowing look between them while Gar does the same with Raven, and it looks like the division is pretty equal. Someone is going to have to be the tie-breaker.

Cassie rubs at the tension headache starting behind her right eye, staring through the glass like Tim’s lax body could give her the real right answer here. At this time of his life, what he can access of his memories, would tell him Bruce and Dick would be the best option, but the Tim she’s known the last few years would rather lose another semi-important body part than go near Wayne Manor.

The answer really should have been what would be best for him to recover but the nagging part is asking what Tim would want once he gets his memory back.

(If he ever does...and honestly, he might be happier this way.)

“Before we make any choices,” Kon’s voice is soft and hesitant, his arms folding over his chest, hands gripping hard into his own biceps, “there’s something I should tell everyone. It’s...not going to be easy to hear, but I think it might help make this decision.”

A few days after the unsettling video chat with Titan’s Tower, a messenger brings a letter to Wayne Manor.

B doesn’t open it right away, not recognizing the return address on the front. He’s busy on the phone with Diana, trying to get her to talk to Cassie so he can at least get some footage, some vitals, some scans, some part of the backstory, anything to indicate why Tim is apparently in a coma.

He doesn’t even remember the letter until Jay is stomping through the door of the Manor, looking pale, almost sick.

Neither Bruce or Alfred get in a word when a box is thrown at their feet, red and black Kevlar spilling out, the hint of a metal bandolier.

“Why the fuck would he send that, B? What the motherfuck–”

“Master Jason,” Alfred gives Bruce a pointed look and steps closer to the younger vigilante’s side, “perhaps a bit of tea is in order, and we can look at the evidence with a clear head and warm belly.”

“Alf,” and it’s there in those blue eyes, a helluva lot of guilt.

“Come then, Young Sir. You will help put the kettle on, won’t you?”

Bruce kneels to take a closer look at the box as Alfred leads Jay toward the kitchen, listening to the soft back-and-forth while he gingerly pulls what’s apparently the Red Robin suit spilling out of the box.

Since he really is the World’s Greatest Detective, Bruce looks the suit over critically for any tears or bullet holes, any other indication the suit had been tampered with. Some reason why it was sent to the Red Hood.

(Instead of to him, B thinks a little desperately.)

Some hidden message.

The note flutters to his feet from the folds of leather and Kevlar, and something in his stomach starts to turn on pure instinct. Tim in a coma, his suit sent to Jason, the Titans dodgy about what happened. None of the evidence was adding up to anything other than a catastrophe.

Jason,

You were right. It never should have been me after all.

The scrawl is familiar, the swoop of the g and straight edges making up the final T.

The note is gently put down on his desk for later analysis even though he knows Tim’s handwriting like he knows his own. He quickly searches the suit, utility belt, harness, gloves, and the cape/cowl combo–

(no gauntlets, no wrist computer.)

He finds worn spots in the over-armor from fists and weapons, marks on the leather from gauntlets, bullets, and blades, the cowl patched on half of the face protector.

Utility belt has some dents and dings, but is still polished and buffed, a few hinges obviously fixed based on the nearly imperceptible scratches between the sections. The harness has taken the worst of the beating, and Bruce has to wonder if it was from Tim...or Jason.

While voices come from the kitchen and the kettle finally whistles through the hall, Bruce makes his way back to his desk, sitting down heavily with the suit laying in his hands, the detective trying to find something he may have overlooked, a clue in the suit that could give him answers he can’t get from hacking Tim’s own system–

(his last notes made in the Batcomputer were more than a year old, something about Ra’s and research on artifacts Bruce had left through the timestream hoping his Robin would find them, wouldn’t give up on him)

–when he glances up at the white envelope still there from earlier where he’d carelessly tossed it.

He lays the suit over his lap, takes up the envelope with footsteps approaching. That nagging feeling doesn’t go away when he splits it open. Inside a sheaf of paperwork, standard introductory letter, and a...key?

His eyes skim the essentials while Alfred lays the tea tray down, humming at whatever Jay is saying while he serves. And just like he’d never been away, like all those years hadn’t existed, Jason Todd comes around his desk and plants his ass on the immaculate surface of the desk beside Bruce with no second-guessing. Sits there with his palms curled around the worn edges, feet idly swinging a lot closer to the ground than back when he was fifteen and the most adorable punk kid Bruce had ever met.

The swoop of his hair and hard edges of his jaw, the wider set of shoulders and chest, all of that gets hazy in Bruce’s eye for a long, bittersweet moment when he can look back on the early years and see the same kid with a chip on his shoulder and so much heart sitting in the same spot. For Jay to come back to the Manor, to sit in this place so he can look at both Bruce and Alfred from his vantage point, is wonderfully nostalgic, and Bruce might just have a half-smile on his face instead of concentrating on what his second son is saying.

“Came ta the one nice place I got in Gotham, ya feel me here? Ain’t nobody got those deets, not Dickie, not Kory n’ Roy.”

Bruce is shaken from his nostalgia when Alfred offers him the first cup and saucer. He has to empty his hands of the paperwork to accept, take a sip before interjecting, “you mean the loft apartment in Mid-Town? The one off 48th and Grand? Third floor, three bedrooms, two baths?”

It’s enough to see Jay’s jaw abruptly shut and those eyes narrow down at B’s half-smirk.

“All right, wise ass. Suppose it ain’t that hard ta figure.” The pout, lower lip sticking out, makes his heart even warmer, a needed distraction when he’s been worried about Tim since the talk with the Titans.

“Tim’s a detective, Jay, just like the rest of you.” Bruce wiggles a brow while he takes another sip, watching his former Robin chuff back.

“Don’t ‘splain what th’ hell he means, B. Never said a word ta that lil’ asshole ‘bout being Red Robin. He was outta Gotham more n’ he was in what when he was in that name. S’ pretty sure he was gonna keep this one anyhow.”

“Perhaps Master Tim,” Alfred interjects gently from his other side, “has taken some of your...less than generous criticisms to heart, Master Jason.”

Jason’s eyes grow shuddered, his jaw tightening. “I know I said some shit ta that kid inna past, Alf. Alla that shit was about the R.”

“And how would Master Timothy know things have changed, young sir? Considering the Red Robin moniker was also once yours and Master Dick’s, it would be a logical conclusion.”

“So...so’s he just...givin’ it up?” Jason looks up at B and Alf, eyebrows squished together.

“Apparently,” B sips his tea again.

The guilt is there in his eyes, but the detective is hovering just a little closer, “He sent back the Red Robin suit, then somehow gets himself in a coma? Dunno ‘bout chu, but this don’t seem like a co-inky-dink, you feel me here, B?”

“Master Timothy...always has a plan,” Alfred shoots them a look, one brow arched. “Regardless of how he received such a grievous injury, it would not surprise me if this package perchance has been waiting to be sent for quite some time. Well, if the date on the stamp is any indication.”

And another mystery to unravel in the story leading them up to one former Robin currently in critical condition.

“Been waiting fer the right time or some shit, Alf, and alla rest is just universal bad timing? I don’t buy it.” Jason's eyes are drawn to the suit laying over B's lap, "we know he wasn't working a case. No baddies had 'im, no team ups, nuthin'. No reason someone made him send it."

"You're right. This was Tim's call to send it. His handwriting on the note, postage from Midtown Gotham where we believe his apartment is, no trace of tampering with his systems…"

"So," Jay starts slowly, "Baby Bird is trying ta feel out another name, one what ain't gotta history?"

"Don't tell Dick about the note," B says absently instead of answering, already aware how much his oldest blames himself for Tim pretty much leaving the Manor.

"Yeah, yeah. Don’t make ‘im feel like more of a shit head. And what ‘bout Timmy?"

"We need more evidence, dear boy." Alfred, in a moment of leisure, drank his own tea, eyes for the packaging while he thought.

"Agreed," Bruce takes up the suit and the note. "Once Victor cracks his systems and nav, we'll have more to go on."

"Dunno why ya just don't pull a fuckin' Dark Knight n' take the League ta the Tower."

"Clark would never be okay with that."

"He'd still do it if’n ya asked."

“Probably, but it’s not a precedent we can set. The Titans are autonomous, which means I can’t just demand they let me in unless it’s possibly world-ending. The JLA might back me because it’s Tim, but...”

“I getcha. S’ not an easy sitch,” Jay shakes his head a little, glad he doesn’t have to put up with the fucking politics dealing with a team like the Justice League. S'why he enjoyed working with first Kory and Roy, then Artemis and Biz. All of them make the hardest part fighting dirt bags fun without politics.

"It just means I have to be sneakier than normal."

"World better look out. Batman's on the warpath."

"One of my kids is in a coma," he sighs as it comes out, “I went off the deep-end when it was Dick, and then when it was you, and then Damian...because all of you are my sons. Contrary to popular belief, I love all of you equally. I don’t have a favorite, Jaylad.”

Jay looks away, shakes his head with a little smirk on his face, “simmer down, BatDad. ‘Least we know his people won’t let nothing happen ta ‘im.”

“I’ve known those kids for years. They won’t compromise him just to keep me out of it,” and Bruce knows it, knows if he keeps his ear close enough to the ground, he’s going to find more answers, “If it’s too much for them to handle, they’re going to call someone else in.”

“And I trust you will be waiting for if they do, Sir.”

“Always have a plan, Alfred.”

“Very good, then. In the meantime, I shall attempt to teach Master Damian the more intricate uses of Geometry and then tackle the blood stain on Master Dick’s shirts. Hopefully at least one of those tasks should prove successful.” With that cheeky rejoiner, the butler takes the empty teapot and tray, moves with purpose as the rest of the household must keep sallying forth. As always, when Master Bruce gets distracted, Alfred strives to pick-up the slack around the Manor.

After the butler leaves with his own plan, Bruce’s eyes flutter back over the paperwork and the key attached to a standard, plastic fob labeled with Tim’s own handwriting. His thumb absently rubs over one of the worn spots.

“Least Alf’s got it t’gether. How ‘bout chu, B? Whadda the next steps?”

Looking up at that raised brow, this man overlaid with his teenage brawler, his bibliophile, his poet, Bruce doesn’t realize he’s smiling that gentle smile when he shakes his head fondly.

But his eyes fall back down to the sheaf of papers and key.

“First thing, I need to run some analysis on this suit, find out if there’s anything to indicate it might not have come from Tim. Or, find definitive proof it is from him, not one of his enemies. There could be trace elements to tell me what he was doing before he sent it, possibly lead up to whoever put him in a coma.”

“S’ a good plan. If this ‘un is the last suit he wore, might gedda better idea why he sent it back,” and the way Jay’s eyes darken when he gazes over the suit, looks away with the guilt written all over his face.

“Well, since you’re here, you might as well help out. Maybe you want to run the spectro analyzer this time, huh?”

“Why Batsy, I thought ya’d never ask,” that grin, the little hop off his desk, right foot still kicking off, is enough motivation to get Bruce moving.

He folds the suit gently in half, scoops up the key and paperwork he will eventually get around to reading more closely (probably after the analysis on the paper composition and fingerprinting). Jay has the harness and utility belt back in the box, the thing tucked under his arm while he waits.

And it’s a whole different Dynamic Duo taking the stairs down to the Cave,making a plan together, and it’s easier than either would have thought possible.

“Follow my finger please,” Epione, Chief Healer to the Amazons, requests the young man in the bed before her.

“I don’t know how you managed to pull this off,” Kon is leaning toward Cassie, talking to her out of the side of his mouth, “but you? Are literally the best ever.”

With a sigh, she watches Tim follow orders. He responds to her questions, and allows Epione to unwind the bandage around his head to check the wound.

“You’re the one that didn’t want me calling Leslie Thompkins, remember? This is the best I could do on short notice. Luckily, Epione was willing to leave the island for an emergency.”

“Will she tell Queen Hippolyta? Or Diana?” Bart doesn’t look away from Tim, can’t seem to make himself since Kon told them the truth.

“If the Queen orders her, then yes, she will. She’s a loyal subject,” Cassie shrugs, “but again, best I could do last minute. Kon was right after all, if we didn’t want to tip off Batman, we couldn’t bring Dr. Thompkins here.”

“We’ll have to take the chance. Besides, we might get lucky if Epione can do whatever hand-wavy magic she can do and tell us more about his memory loss than an ordinary doctor.”

“She has hundreds of years of experience and literal Gods on her side, Kon. She’s a warrior and a healer, not a Magic-8 Ball.”

“At this point, we’ll take whatever help she can offer.” Gar interjects, arms crossed tightly over his chest while he watches.

His heart breaks a little when Tim catches them watching on the other side of the glass in the viewing room and waves with a small smile while Epione gently touches his injury. Raven knowingly lays a hand at the small of his back in support, still wondering if they’re doing the right thing by keeping Dick in the dark about all of it.

“When he came back in that cowl, he was...different. More than just dark, you know? I think the whole thing, everyone dying, losing Robin, all of it pretty much broke him, and that’s why he tried...he…”

“Kon, what are you trying to tell us?” She remembers the tight knot of anxiety in her chest, trying to dismiss what she believes to be impossible. Not Tim, not one of the more level-headed Robins.

“He had a gun,” and the half-Kryptonian’s shoulders shake, his eyes spilling over, “he-he had a gun and told me to leave him there, to walk away, like I could just leave him to do it! But I wasn’t-I wasn’t fast enough and he fired–”

The strangled noise out of Bart matches the look of horror on his face, “he tried to kill himself?”

“If I hadn’t heard his heart speed up, I would have been too late,” and Kon’s knees go out, his immense strength not keeping him from sinking down to the floor while his chest hitches.

Cassie’s mouth opens, but no sounds come out. Her eyes go to the still boy in the bed while Gar, Bart, and Raven crowd around Kon because he finally breaks down…

“Agreed,” Raven sighs, “I believe Epione will be able to give us a better understanding of Tim’s condition. Then, we may better be able to–” she pauses before she says make decisions he would want “–help.”

Kon’s jaw tightens, his shoulders bunching under his t-shirt, “I can’t believe you still want to tell the Bats after what they did. Don’t you get it? They drove him to this, Rachel.”

“Not on purpose, Kon,” Raven argues gently.

“Grayson maybe,” Bart doesn’t look at any of them, “but I don’t want him anywhere near the newest Robin. B and Dick, fine, but Damian? Jason Todd? We can’t let him go back to Gotham with those two ready to try again.”

“That’s logical,” Kon agrees with his jaw tight, “I’m still not on board with Grayson getting a second chance. Him? He’s probably Tim’s jumping off point, so fuck that guy.”

Cassie takes a moment, listening to the talk, watching Epione talk to Tim during her assessment. She gently leads their Robin to lie back, helping him lift his feet back on the medical bed. Her hands aren’t glowing or anything, but Cassie can still feel the warm ebb and flow of power from behind the glass when Tim closes his eyes, and Epione lays her hands over them.

“C’mon, dude!” Gar is looking at the super helplessly, “I get how upset you are, ‘kay? Like, I totally get you. If I had been the one to walk in on my best friend about to shoot himself, I would be pretty screwed up about it, too. But Kon, bro, you know Dick would never want Tim hurt, not for anything. They’re brothers, have been for, like, years, man. He’s put himself in danger for Tim a hundred times. The Bats have a credo all their own!”

Bart’s head swivels, eyes narrowing, “sure, sure, G. But, it was pretty easy for that to change once Tim wasn’t Robin anymore, right? Maybe Grayson only gives a fuck about whoever is wearing the tunic at the time. I mean, look at how well their brotherly bond turned out for Tim and Jason Todd.”

Garfield and Rachel both look like they’ve been struck, “dude, that’s so far beyond fucked up–”

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Bart shrugs, unrepentant. “I’m fine with Plan C, which is to take Tim to a safe house far away from everyone and let him figure out the truth as much as he can before he can make a decision to go anywhere. He’s sure as hell not putting on a cape anytime soon.”

“We’re only going to be able to hold off the Batman for so long,” Cassie interjects. “Gar’s family technically owning the Tower is a flimsy excuse at best, but I didn’t have time for a better bluff. Still, he’s going to find a way to get to Tim whether we want it or not. That is, if we don’t at least tell him what’s going on.”

Kon’s sigh is irritated at best.

“Kon,” she stresses, finally looking away from Tim, “it’s Batman. The best we can do is delay him because we’re certainly not going to stop him. The best thing we can do is try to control what he knows.”

“What is your suggestion?” Raven asks quietly.

“We talk to him. Just him. He has to leave all the former Robins out of it. We tell him what we know so far, that Kon found Tim injured and brought him to the Tower. That we didn’t contact him for the exact reasons we gave them on the last call. That Tim has woken up, his vitals are good, his injury is healing, that we’ve contacted experienced medical assistance,” she waves a vague hand toward Epione bending over their friend, “and that we’re very sure he wouldn’t want to return to Gotham after apparently feeling so far left out of the family, none of them even knew where he was.”

Bart’s epic frown is enough of an answer.

“I know,” Cassie placates quietly, “but, he was lost in time when everything went down, so as far as I’m concerned, Batman is the person that deserves to know what happened. Damian, Dick, and Jason pushed Tim to–” she swallows, blinks rapidly to dispel the moisture in her eyes, “–to try ending his life. So, I don’t give a shit about them. Bruce, though...Bruce probably still cares.”

Cassie looks from Bart and Kon to Raven and Garfield, “so, we’re going to compromise. Kon, Bart, if we don’t go to someone in Gotham, Rave and Gar are probably going to go to Dick whether Tim would want that or not. Rave, Gar, if you go to Dick and he shows up here, Bart and Kon will probably take Tim out of the Tower to who knows where. We want to avoid our Robin getting hurt, so we’re going to go to B. That’s the compromise.”

For long moments, the four regard her silently, considering the plan.

“Guys?”

Tim’s voice through the intercom gains immediate attention.

Epione is gathering her things, so the assessment is apparently over.

“It’s time we talk.” And the slight bite to his tone, the old vigilante they all knew and loved, the guy that was on fucking top of his game when he was in the red, gold, and green, is there in an older, more beaten, more broken body.

Giving up the ghost, Kon and Bart visibly steel themselves. Raven and Gar squeeze hands, bringing up the rear while Cassie stays where she stands, looking at him with her heart in her throat and her instincts rising to the fore.

Still, someone has to call Batman, and that someone is going to be her.

“You will recover fully,” Epione tells him after she’s touched his forehead and done something to make his head stop aching so badly. “Of this, I am positive. How quickly is up to you, I’m afraid. I cannot give you a specific timeline.”

The Amazon squeezes his wrist, her smile sympathetic. “An injury such as this will take time.”

“My memory will come back eventually?” Because just laying back like this is starting to get old. Seriously.

When she visibly hesitates, a sharp spike of oh shit shoots up his spine.

“Tim…”

“Tell me. Whatever you’re going to say, is that why they’re–” and he motions with a turn of his chin to the directions of the blacked out observation window “–out there having a conversation?”

Because just by the look on their faces when they filed out the door on Epione’s order, he knows they’re talking about him, about this, about what decisions they think they’re going to make for him.

Yeah, no. That’s not how it works.

He’s Rob, remember? Guy with the plans?

“I believe,” Epione is hesitant, glancing toward the darkened glass, “they are divided on how best to handle what you should be told. However, that is only my guess.”

He hums, eyes sliding from the glass and back to her, “and my memory?”

Her eyes crinkle at the edges, “if you truly desire to remember, Tim, then you shall. Whether or not you regain those lost years is purely up to you, and no other. Medicine cannot give it to you.”

Well, if that’s how it’s got to be, maybe he got hit with some alien ray gun or a magic spell / curse?

(Not that it’s something unexpected. Those Young Justice days were packed.)

“Okay, then all I can do for now is heal and do my best to remember,” he fills in for her benefit because honestly, he’s a busy vigilante. Who has time to wait around?

(He still has boxes to unpack now that’s he back in the Manor. Then, he’s got to find Cassandra after he brought David Cain to the oil field in what he thought was saving her from the League of Assassins just to find out she’s leading the League of Assassins...)

“Somehow, I don’t believe you will actually do that,” Epione muses, gathering her things, which pretty much consisted of herbs, mortar and pestle, and a whole lot of Amazon awesomeness.

He grins a little, “I don’t know. My best friends are alive, so I’m probably not going far from the Tower for a while. Batman will have to protect Gotham without me for a while.”

Yeah, but he really needs to check-in at least. Is pretty surprised he hasn’t had a visitor slip in through some flaw in their security. Wonders if his adoption paperwork has gone through yet, if it’s really okay to start calling himself Tim Drake-Wayne now or not.

Epione’s expression changes, just a little, a tiny bit, not enough to really mean anything. But, welp, he’s a pretty good detective at this point in the vigilante game.

His eyes slide subtly back to his teammates talking animatedly outside the room, makes a note to get to a workstation later when they left him alone for at least five minutes, check the footage out and see what the fuss is about. Somehow, this feels more grave than just him getting hurt during a fight that he totally has no memory of, or any trip to Titan’s Tower in the last year.

“It would be the most beneficial for you,” Epione starts slowly, “to do what is most comfortable. Be where you feel safe and secure. That will be crucial in recovering your memory.”

Tim’s eyes slowly go back to her, “where I’m most comfortable, huh?”

She slings her bag over her shoulder, “yes. If you need anything, even to...talk, please come to Paradise Island. We may not be fully integrated with the outside world, but you would be welcome there. Do you understand, Tim?”

And for some reason, the way she offers makes his stomach clench with some impending dread.

“I will, thank-you again.”

She turns and his eyes are all for the huddled group now looking contrite at their feet while Cassie speaks, crosses her arms over her chest, expression grim.

Tim reaches for the intercom button close to the medi-bed, “Guys?” Before they turn back to the observation window, Tim’s eyes slide up to the vent above the door in consideration. He shakes it out because first thing is first: he need to enough evidence to make a plan.

“It’s time we talk.”

“This is Oracle.”

Bruce Wayne pulls the Batsuit on in a familiar progression. Armored bodysuit and boots, utility belt and sundries, gloves and gauntlets.

He’s alone in the Cave for the moment, his mind working all the evidence.

Earlier this evening, he, Jay, and Damian made their way to the outskirts of Gotham to a storage facility and took a look inside a specific locker, the one with the key delivered to him from who is legitimately Tim’s lawyer.

(And the gut feeling, the impending something badawfulhorrible is waiting on the other side of this, is only overshadowed by the slowly mounting evidence his detective brain is putting together. None of it is good. This? This is all preparation for something, like Tim completing some kind of bucket list.)

Once he’d taken a moment to do more than skim over the introductory letter and following paperwork, a stab of dread knotted up in his chest, something palpable enough for Jason to grab his elbow and steady him while he read.

The well thought-out plan on infiltrating Titan’s Towers to set-up their own brand of surveillance along with the long, long list of known affiliates for all the members of the Titans, Jay’s brilliant work, waylayed when Bruce realized what it is exactly he’s holding.

Mr. Wayne,

The following documents in your possession have been sent under the stipulation that Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, your adopted son, has been out of contact with my office for over 30 days.

While I would not normally have a time-specific task like this on my agenda, Mr. Drake-Wayne was very adamant these documents must be sent if I had not heard from him in a month’s time. The importance of the Wayne Enterprise stock ownership is crucial enough for me to send them to you for safeguarding as instructed.

The key included is to a storage locker by Dixon Docks. You will find the address and locker number enclosed. If you have any further questions, please feel free to contact me at your convenience.

As the legal counsel stated, Bruce is holding several signed, witnessed, notarized sheets of paper returning the controlling stock in Wayne Enterprises back to him, Tim’s signature like a slash across the page. With this, the board would side with him becoming the CEO again.

(Dammit.)

The worrying factor that drives him to call the lawyer, handing the papers and key over to Jay, is the fact Tim’s been out-of-contact for a month. A quick call to Tam Fox verifies that theory.

This is more than Tim changing his name, giving Jay the Red Robin suit before he’s suddenly comatose in Titan’s Tower.

This is something terrifyingly more permanent.

Jason had been pragmatic about it, grabbing B’s hand and hauling both of the back up the winding staircase into the Manor proper while the analysis on the suit still ran and samples were being reviewed.

“Alf! We’re going onna ride. Gotta check out some storage locker by th’ docks, west side ‘a the city.”

Damian literally appears out of nowhere, holding a half-eaten veggie wrap, calmly watching their progression from the kitchen doorway.

“Why are we going to a storage locker now? Should this not wait until night?”

“This ain’t a Dynamic Duo moment, Demon,” Jason breezes right past the kid, “knowin’ you, it ain’t gonna be yer cuppa tea anyhow.”

Those eyes narrow as Damian follows them to the garage, taking his last few bites. “If you do not better explain, I will accompany you regardless.”

“Well. Shotgun, fucker. Get cha ass in gear.”

Damian pauses, mouth open in shock. He hadn’t expected Todd to acquiesce but covers it up by lifting his chin and snatching his jacket on the way out.

The key fits in a standard Masterlock.

Disappointed, the vigilantes eye all around the storage facility, finding two fake security cameras, and an in case of emergency, call someone who cares sticker by the policy listing.

The door slides up with the weakest push, no reinforcements, very not Tim’s usual brand of paranoia.

Bruce grabs the first box that catches his eye, one that has something scrawled on the side.

He nearly chokes when he removes the lid, and it’s all kinds of red and black – the suit the color of Tim’s grief. But, the shuriken R glints in the daylight, a reminder.

“Oh,” Bruce breathes out, that terrible knot in his chest getting tighter.

None of it got any better.

The storage unit is full of old files, Tim’s hardcopies of things. Some boxes have post-it notes in Tim’s terrible scrawl, short and sweet–

Burn this box

You might need these

Give to the Titans

Old Bludhaven Records for N

Pictures Burn this

Legal

In less than an hour, Bruce finds himself on his knees beside two boxes, pulling out intimate pieces of Tim’s life, holding them in his hands, looking down at the very few candid shots of him in the red, gold, and green, standing with his arms around Impulse and Superboy, back when he was with Young Justice. Him making goofy faces with Nightwing over his shoulder against the backdrop of Gotham. B recognizes it as the Wallstone Apartments.

He cracks open one of the Burn this boxes and comes face-to-face with Jack and Janet Drake’s wedding album.

Jay sets up real cameras while Damian quietly puts a few necessary boxes in the trunk of the car. B stands outside the storage unit talking to Alfred on his mobile, his tone clipped and precise. They would come back tomorrow after patrol was over with a truck and empty the damn thing. There was plenty of storage for all of it in the Manor where it could be safe. Nothing, nothing was to be burned or thrown away. These were Tim’s things, and one day, he’d need them again.

(Or so Bruce fervently hopes.)

The three of them are quiet on the drive back, thinking deeply about the life packed in boxes and stuffed in bags. The busted old utility belts and torn capes, the pictures from the streets below, blobs that could be the Dynamic Duo of yesterday, before Tim ever stepped into the boots. The ticket stubs from important movies, a set of keys to the carriage house. R decals that were the same ones B himself put on the fender of the Red Bird.

Suiting up after seeing all that, Bruce Wayne has to dig deep to pull up the Batman before the cowl goes on.

Luckily, O is the one that interrupts his night.

“This is Oracle.”

“I’m here. What’s on for tonight?” The deep growl isn’t quite there yet, and there’s an obvious pause like Barbara notices.

“You’ve got a call actually. It’s Wonder Girl from Titan’s Tower.”

That gains his attention because she must be calling to tell him Tim’s awake, and hopefully, maybe asked his team to let them back in Gotham know he was okay.

“Understood. Put her through.”

“You got it, boss. Call me back when you hit Mid-Town.”

The click is minute as he’s pulling on gloves and gauntlets, surprised when the camera on the big computer flashes red in warning.

He approves the request, and Cassie Sandsmark appears on his screen, looking wrung-out, quiet and sad. His heart almost stops, stuttering in his chest painfully.

“Wonder Girl, how is he?”

When she notices her screen, she visibly perks up a little, looking around the Batcave as if to make sure he’s the only one in the frame.

“He’s...awake. Disoriented.”

“Let me talk to him.”

“I promised the team I would talk to you on neutral terms first,” she sits up straighter, looking up at the camera instead of at her screen. “And not with your other partners around. Is it just us?”

This is not boding well, and he immediately starts ticking off, “Nightwing and Robin are heading to the docks to check out tonight’s drop. Red Hood is at the Narrows on patrol. Black Bat is in Hong Kong. Batgirl and Signal are heading to investigate a cold call on the police line.”

With that, B pulls up a chair and slides the cowl away from his face, becoming Bruce again just that fast. “It’s just us, Cassie. Tell me what happened to Tim.”

She seems to steel herself a little, “So...so, I just found this out, and I think you should know. Before this, Tim hasn’t been back to the Tower as a member of the team since he was Robin, he hasn’t been on the roster since he took up the new name. I thought he needed space, so I was okay letting him do his thing as Red Robin. A few days ago, Kon found him and brought him to the Tower to treat his injury. That’s how he got here. The reason Kon brought him here instead of to Gotham is because the injury appears to be… self-inflicted.”

She pauses, gives him a moment to let that sink in, “the majority of us agree it’s very likely because of the last two years. Tim’s gone through...a lot, and most of it came after Dick Grayson fired him. So, we aren’t convinced coming back to Gotham would help him recover. In fact, Bart and Kon are sure it could even hinder his recovery, and none of us want that.”

Bruce feels frozen to his chair, feels something bitter and cold when he thinks of the suit sent to Jay, the locker full of boxes already labeled, the important things that meant nothing more than ashes. And it’s too much evidence glaring him in the face, saying your son tried to commit suicide for him not to feel anything but immediately sick.

“Cassie, he–”

“I argued for just telling you because someone there should know,” her tone is wavery and she suddenly looks away from the camera, rapidly blinking. “Raven and Gar wanted to tell Dick, but Bart and Kon...are Bart and Kon. If Dick shows up here anytime in the near future–”

“They’re going to take him and disappear,” because with this information, his whole world is suddenly tilted, disoriented.

“Yes,” she fills in softly, “same with Damian and Jason. They’ve tried to kill him more than once, and we aren’t going to give them another shot. I don’t care if you say they’re part of the family now, or if Dick says Damian has calmed down the whole murder vibe. They helped push Tim to-to…” she looks away from the camera, blinking rapidly, clearly shaken. “S-so we aren’t letting them near him, or Jason or Dick. Not until– not for a while, anyway.”

(Cassie closes her mouth with a sharp clack because she’d almost said, not until he can defend himself against them. The real bitch is, Tim probably could even as he is now, but he wouldn’t know why he’d need to, even with Jason Todd...)

“I understand. I don’t...agree, but I understand,” and Bruce’s heart aches with it, with how shuttered Jay’s expression will turn once he learns why Tim won’t be coming back to the Manor for his recuperation, how Dami will tt, but will be silent and sad, will snap at him and Dick and Alfred for days.

(Because his youngest still hasn’t figured out how to navigate the depths of his emotions, still can’t explain or show it then things hurt him. They’ve come so far this last year, but still miles to go.)

“Thank-you,” and when the current leader of the Titans looks back up at him, Bruce can’t help but pick up on the visible ticks.

“There’s more you aren’t telling me.” Is an absolute statement.

Her eyes move away, another tell. “Yes.”

“Anything you can tell me now?”

“...not on an open line.”

“Then at least let me, just me, maybe Alfred, come see him. Cassie, please.”

And in the Tower, having this little discussion with a very scary vigilante that looks more approachable without the cowl, that looks just like her mom had when she found out Cassie found the jackpot of superpowers, Wonder Girl can’t help but give in.

Her sigh is deep enough to lift her chest, “Okay. Okay, only you. The Tower is on lock-down for anyone else.”

The Caped Crusader feels relief literally down to his boots, “thank-you. When?”

“Give me a day or so at least. We’ve got someone here looking over Tim’s injury, so two days max, and you can see him.”

“Perfect,” and B is already making plans. After patrol tonight, he’s throwing things together and riding up to his safehouse in San Francisco. He’s going to take the boys aside and explain how it is, make sure they’ve got the city before he’s off. “I should be in San Francisco in the morning. You can use Tim’s phone to call my cell.”

She blinks at him delicately and the turn of her smile looks slightly bitter, “yeah, we checked them already. All four of his phones. Believe me when I say he doesn’t have your cell number in any of them. And, unfortunately, I don’t have permission to call the Bat Cave through our systems. Why do you think I went through Oracle to contact you?”

“Oh,” is all Bruce can think to say. None of them?

Suddenly, seeing Tim is more of a priority.

Breaking into his nest in Titan’s Tower proves there’s definitely something off because he knows where all the pressure traps are in the vents, crawling his way here is a blaring alarm that something is up. A bunch of his traps are gone, and there’s only one that doesn’t look like it’s been there for a while.

Tim gives himself about eight minutes before Bart comes back from the bathroom and finds him gone from the Med-Bay, but Tim has already deduced there’s something the team isn’t telling him, so he’s going to figure it out for himself.

(He asked for his celly last night after Epione left, but Bart said it got dusted against the last baddie. And he doesn’t already have another? Do they even know him?)

Considering some of the crazy baddies they’ve come across in their time as Young Justice and now as the new Titans team, he wouldn’t be shocked if some mind-controlling jerk hijacked everyone’s higher brain functions for a while. So, in the interest of good crime fighting, he’s going to do his research with or without team approval.

His system takes way, way too long to boot-up, and while he’s waiting, he scopes out the Nest for more clues. He’s got no idea where the wine coolers in the fridge came from and has to hack around for a while to get the new code to his door. The bed is stripped bare and the whole place, his living area, kitchen, bedroom, workshop, all of it...isn’t marked.

Someone had removed all the R tags from his things.

His hidden niche in the closet is completely empty, all his extra Robin suits are just gone. The places for extra utility belts, red under suits, reinforced tights, all of it is...gone.

He has a moment of panic, but pops up a section of floor deeper in the closet. Luckily, he gets one of his OG suits, red, gold, and green for the win.

(It’s even more emotional because Kon is back, Bart is back, Steph is back, so he can toss the red and black R, can go back to the original him. He can go back to the best times of his life–)

The tights fit but are too...short? Covered up by his boots and it’s fine. The tunic is snug enough to tell him the suit is really old because there’s no way he could have filled out this much and gotten two extra inches since the last time he wore this one.

(But, it’s been almost six months since Dad died, since Kon was gone, and the phone fell out of his hands with the news of Bart. Six months and the world went to absolute shit. The mistake between him and Cassie, almost putting DNA in a damn Lazarus Pit but luckily, Dick pulled him back to sanity before he could do something he’d never be able to take back.)

His utility belt doesn’t fit, and he’s tisking at himself when he’s in the workshop to quickly add two more sections before it goes around his waist. It takes some time to ignore the pull in his shoulders, but he eventually makes it back to his system, surprised no one’s pounding on the door yet.

The burner phones are still in a drawer below empty blast caps, and he turns one on to warm up while he works.

It takes probably a minute longer than he’d like, to get the belt ready and slap on a domino, feel more like he can take whatever is going on out there. But when he stands up again, cape at his ankles, he feels like Robin.

His system bings with notifications and he moves out of the workshop, boots making soft noises on the carpet. He passes the pictures of the Young Justice team, the Titans team before everything crashed hard, even one of him standing by the memorial to the second Robin, Jason Todd.

(You know, before he crashed the Tower and tried to slit Tim’s throat. Not like he’s bitter about it. Not. At. All.)

He sees how many updates he needs to run with wide eyes behind the whiteout, but the final piece is when he catches the date in the upper left-hand corner, and all his plans go right out the window.

#winter writes #or finally posts #broken trust #tim drake #bart allen #conner kent #cassie sandsmark #garfield logan #raven dc #bruce wayne #jason todd #my fic #my writing #the feels man the FEELS

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Beach and comfort

More dialogues from the RP I'm doing with @elianaroselight! For context, Ri Shi used an artifact to go back in time and pull Ju Ling into the present, and now they are dealing with the aftermath of that.

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Ju Jing sat down next to Ju Ling, rubbing her back while he held Ri Shi's hand.

"Why don't we go on a little walk? I'm sure some fresh air would do you good"

The injured demon nodded making Ju Jing smile happily as he gently grabbed Ju Ling and walked out, followed by the solar monkey.

"I know exactly where to go"

Ri Shi followed him curiously as they walked the path that brought them to the sea level. When they reached the beach, Ju Ling's eyes lit up in excitement.

Ri Shi noticed and asked curiously "Have you never been to the beach?" "A few times when I was a kid" Ju Ling answered without taking her eyes from the shimmering water "But I always wanted to go back to it" Ri Shi smiled "We all live on an island, so you have plenty of beaches to visit now."

After a few minutes, she asks, having an idea "May I take Kai for a moment please?" The dark monkey gave her son to the other demoness and Ju Jing looked at his mate curiously. Ri Shi held Kai and leans in, whispering to him. "Hey. Help me find some shells and later, you can help me make something like a necklace" She coos softly, looking at him to see his reaction. The little demon smiles widely and he nods at his mom. When Ri Shi sets him down, Kai starts to sprint around the entire beach, grabbing shells as he goes. Both Ju Jing and Ju Ling watch in amusement as their son goes

"What did you tell him Mooncake?" She grins happily at them "I gave him a little job with the promise to help me make something later."

Ju Ling watches her son for a little while longer before turning to her husband "Could you set me down please?" The oni does as requested and he lets his wife stand on her own. She walks closer to the water until it reaches her ankle and the monkey sighed softly.

The other two yaoguais smile happily. After a moment, Ri Shi walks over and takes Ju Ling's hand. "When you are healed up, we can get you a swimsuit and spend the day here." She offers.

The injured demon turned to look at her with small tears in her eyes and a soft smile "Thank you"

Ri Shi smiles back, sweetly "You're welcome. It can be just us, a date, or a family outing. Whatever you want." She says softly, wrapping her tail with Ju Ling's in sweet comfort. The shorter demon wiped her small tears away before resting her head on the other monkey's shoulder and purred softly as her tail warped around the other.

Ju Jing watched the two with a smile and he sat down, enjoin the small breeze. After a few minutes, Kai walked up to him with so many sea shells that they fell from his arms as he walked. "Mama and Moma like each other" he whispered to his father. Ju Jing smiled "Yes they do, which is good. Here. Let me take those for you. Do you want to run back and get a bucket to carry all these? I'll watch over them if you want."

The kid run back to their house as he shouted "Thank you Baba!" and Ju Jing couldn't help the chuckle. Looking back at his mates, Ri Shi had put an arm around Ju Ling's back, helping her as she started to lean heavily on her.

"Did you want to go sit in the sand or stay here in the water for a bit longer?" asked the solar twin softly. "I don't think I can stay up anymore" Ju Ling said with a small sad voice. Ri Shi nodded, understanding, and she gently picked her up before going to sit next to Ju Jing with the monkey still in her arms. Ri Shi purrs softly to comfort the other monkey as Ju Jing puts his arm around them. They sit in silence, enjoying the peaceful moment and comfort of each other.

Kai comes back a few minutes later with the bucket. He sees how his parents had all sat together and he decided to climb in his Baba's lap. "Mama, I got the shells" Ri Shi smiled at the child. "Good job, sweetie. We can make it after we get home, okay?"

The small demon smiled happily as he nodded and he settled down as Ju Jing petted him. Ju Ling purred as she nuzzled the other monkey "You're a good mom. I'm happy Kai had you in my absence" Ri Shi blushed and nuzzled back. "Thank you. And thank you for giving birth to him and raising him. I wouldn't have been a mother if you hadn't, and he is a sweet kid. I could see your influence on him during the entire time I knew him. Thank you for giving me the chance to be a mother." The injured demon purred louder, smiling happily at Ri Shi's words.

They cuddle together for a few hours, enjoin the gentle breeze of the sea before it was time to leave. The solar monkey got up with Ju Ling still in her arms and Ju Jing chuckled at the adorable surprised expression his wife made.

As they neared their home, they came across Bai He and Mami who were grooming each other and hanging out. Ju Ling looked curious at the interaction between the demon and the monkey.

"Hello" greeted Bai He with a smile.

Ri Shi smiled back before turning to the woman in her arms "Ju Ling, this is my cousin, Bai He. Her parents are Ba and Beng, my Fuquin's old generals. Next to her is Mami, my nainai."

"Hello. I would bow to you but" Ju Ling looked at Ri Shi with a little laugh "I'm incapable at the moment"

Bai He smiled and waved her off. "there is no need to bow. Thank you though. How have you enjoyed being on the mountain so far?" "It's a lovely place. It's exactly how my mother described it in her stories" she answered with a bit of a sad tone. The solar twin noticed it, and she held the other a bit closer.

Bai He nods slightly. "Yeah... I can understand that..." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before giving a soft smile. "By the way, if you need clothes, just let me know. I enjoy sewing and I am always open to making clothes or something else for people. I'd just need measurements, and you are also welcome to come to pick from my fabric library." She says warmly with an adorable smile.

Ju Ling looked at the demon, surprised at her gesture "Thank you. I won't make use of your kindness but that's very thoughtful of you"

Bai He nodded slightly. "I can understand that. The offer is still on the table." She grins a bit.

Mami got up from her spot and walked up to the two monkeys. She looked over Ju Ling as if deciding if the demon was in good shape, before she nodded her head "I have taken care of Kai now and then. He's a sweet kid. I know his baba is sweet too. And I know you will be sweet as well" She patted Ju Ling's shoulder before continuing "My granddaughter is not fragile, but she has a heart. Be sweet to her too"

Ju Ling smiles and nods as Ri Shi blushed "I will do my very best." "Nainai!" She whines a bit, feeling a touch embarrassed.

The old monkey snickered a bit and Bai He couldn't help but follow. Ju Jing and Kai looked at the two confused, unable to understand the monkey language "What did she say?" the oni asked as Ri Shi kept blushing. Ju Ling giggled "She said that you and Kai are sweet, how she knows I will be as well before asking me to be sweet to Ri Shi as she has a good heart." Ri Shi blushes brightly, wanting to hide her face from the world but unable to. Ju Jing chuckled at his mate's blush and he gave her a small kiss on her head "She's telling the truth Cream Puff"

Ri Shi blushed more "I-I think it's time for us to go home. Goodbye Bai He, goodbye Nainai" and she marched in the direction of their house.

The ancient monkey and gibbon crack up as the group leaves. The only one who wasn't chuckling or giggling was Ri Shi who was becoming more flustered as they neared the house.

"You still look very cute in this shade of red" teased Ju Ling as she smiled more at the other's tiny squeak of surprise. The flirt almost causes her to trip, but she catches herself and holds Ju Ling a bit closer to protect her. Thankfully for Ri Shi, they made it to the house fairly quickly, and to avoid further incidents, Ju Ling halted the teasing. But when Ri Shi was about to put her back in the nest on the bed, the monkey started again "I know you can lift me, but you were able to hold me for a very long time. I wonder what your muscles look like when they are not covered"

Ri Shi squeaks loudly in surprise, a faint trail of light pink smoke leaving her mouth. As soon as she realized what she had just done, she quickly covers her mouth, eyes wide in shock. Ju Ling looked at her with quite the same expression.

"Mooncake, Kai brought the shells in the kitchen if you-" he walked into the room as the two monkeys stared at each other, and he watched them in confusion "Did I... miss something?"

Ri Shi looks toward Ju Jing and moves her hand slightly to let a bit of the pink steam through. It wasn't as light as it usually is when making love, but it definitely was showing how flustered and warm she was feeling. As soon as some escapes, Ri Shi tightens her grip again.

Ju Jing blinks surprised for a moment before chuckling "Oh... You really managed to fluster her hard Windchime" Ri Shi glared at her mate as the other monkey still looked confused between the two.

The solar demon takes a deep breath and slowly lowers her hands. "I-I...." After another deep breath, she tries again "Yue Shi and I have an ability to create smoke. But in a situation where we begin to feel warm or... Turned on... Pink steam will escape from our mouths. The lighter, the more heated." She managed to explain without looking at Ju Ling, steam slowly escaping from her mouth.

Ju Jing went to sit down on the bed next to his wife as she processed the words. Then a slight smirk appeared on her face "It amazes me every time I learn something new about you. And I have to admit, that lovely shade of pink paired up with your cute blush makes you look even more gorgeous"

She squeaks, more steam escaping, lighter this time. She looks over at Ju Ling, eyes open widely. Ju Jing chuckled again and decided to play along with his injured mate "She's very pretty in any situation, but she's even more beautiful when I see her concentrate on a task. It's like her eyes became that of a predator studying her prey"

Ri Shi groans softly and backed herself into the wall, legs weakening from her flustered state. Her tail flicks quickly in restless energy. Ju Ling motioned for her new mate to come to the bed as she kept teasing her "Aww, come here dear. Come to cuddle again so I can see that soft gorgeous fur of yours up close"

Ri Shi nods slightly and walks over quickly, reaching for Ju Ling with a trail of pink steam following her. The injured demon giggled softly, amused by the pink trail. Ri Shi hid her face in the other's chest, allowing Ju Ling to run her hands in her fur "I have never seen someone like you. So pretty"

Ri Shi purrs softly and smiled slightly "Well, my brother and I were created using my baba's shadow clones and my fuquin's magic. So we are the only ones like us."

"That makes you even more beautiful" Ju Ling nuzzled her head with a happy purr as her hands continued to play with the other's hair "I'm a bit jealous that my husband got to spend so much time with you. Maybe we can make up for it somehow" she winked, teasing the monkey further. Ri Shi blushes more and nods slightly.

"O-okay...I've never tried anything like this with a girl before...." She says, nuzzling into the monkey's chest a bit more.

"Oh honey, no" the monkey laughed slightly as she held Ri Shi close "I was just teasing you. We don't have to get intimate. Just .cuddles and spending time together is fine" she reassured her

"I've only snuggled or hung out with my sister, cousin, aunt, or nainai. You will be the first girl I am having a relationship with in general, let alone cuddles and spending time together." She admits softly.

"That's fine" Ju Ling reassured her as she petted her head "You don't have to do anything different. It's the same as when you spend time with Ju Jing"

Ri Shi nods, purring happily. "Thank you." She says softly and kisses her cheek sweetly before hiding her face in Ju Ling's chest. The monkey purred louder as her tail wagged happily. She nuzzled Ri Shi's head, bringing her closer to her.

Ju Jing had watched the entire interaction with a fond smile. His heart was filled with warmth as he watched his two mates not only get along but clearly like each other. He gently pulled both of them in his arms and kissed their heads, making them giggle happily.

A moment later, they hear soft movement by the door. "Mama?.. Are we still gonna work on the seashells?" Comes in a very soft and shy voice. Almost sounding guilty for breaking up the cuddling.

"O-Oh!" Ri Shi get out of the small pile a bit reluctantly as she walked up to Kai "I'm sorry Muffin, I got distracted. We can go work on the shells now, okay?"

The little demon looked down "I-I'm sorry... You can go back... I just wanted to know..." He says softly, ears lowered in guilt. He could tell his mom didn't want to leave the pile.

"No, sweetie. I want to" She gently picked him up in her arms and nuzzled his head "I'm sorry for getting distracted. I promise you, I do want to work on this"

Kai nods slightly and lays his head on her shoulder as they head for the kitchen. "I'm sorry." He says, sounding a mix of tired and on the verge of tears. The monkey's heart broke at his tone and she did her best to hold him closer "You don't have to apologize Kai. You did nothing wrong" "B-But I took you away from cuddling moma and baba... You all looked so happy and comfy, but..." He says as tears slip down his cheeks. "But I promised you we would work on this little project together" she gently wiped away his tears "Besides. We can all cuddle together later. All four of us"

Kai nods slightly and wipes his tears away. "O-okay.." He sniffles softly. "Can we bring some fruit for everyone to eat as well?" "Of course Muffin" she reassured him before giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.

In the bedroom, the two demons had watched as Ri Shi walked away with their son before Ju Ling relaxed again in her husband's arms. The oni smiled at her and kissed her softly "You seem to really like her"

Ju Ling giggled softly as she kissed back "Yeah. I do. It's hard not to honestly. She is a sweetheart and truly beautiful. I can see why you fell in love with her." "I'm glad you do" he says before gently guiding her to lay down with him "I was worried this morning to tell you the truth. I wasn't sure if all three of us together would have worked. But my worries were clearly unfounded"

She chuckles softly and got comfortable in his hold "I don't blame you for that. I have a feeling that if it hadn't happened this way, she would have left the relationship altogether."

Ju Jing's hold tighten a little on her and his expression turned dark. His mate looked at him in worry at the sudden change.

"Ju Jing?"

"S-she... She tried to. She tried to leave. W-when she gave you Kai and walked away... I found her here. She had taken off the courting necklace I made her, and she was taking her clothes out... I-I had to beg her not to leave" the oni did his best to keep his tears in as he hid his face in his wife's shoulder.

Ju Ling frowns more and pets his head softly. "That's..." she didn't know what to say. She felt horrible, knowing that her presence had caused this to happen. But at the same time, she was happy to be here now. Ju Ling could feel her eyes burning from unshed tears as well. "I-I am so glad you were able to get her to stay. You are truly amazing for doing that."

He murmured a soft "Thank you" before he turned his head around for her to see him "She still thinks she's just a substitution. That I only need her and not love her... Maybe whit your help we can convince her that's not true"

Ju Ling nods, determined "We will make sure she is loved to death." She says seriously. The oni chuckles a bit at the promise "Thank you" She kisses him sweetly. "Your welcome, my handsome baker."

It was a few hours later that Ri Shi and Kai had finished their little project. Some of the sea shells that weren't used for Ju Ling's necklace were used to make a small crown for Kai that the kid now wore proudly.

"Come here, little prince" Ri Shi giggled softly "Let's get some fruit ready then we can go show moma what we just made. Okay?" the kid nodded happily and went to grab a large bowl while the solar monkey grabbed the fruits. She took what she knew were everyone's favorite, as well as a few others. Kai insisted that he brought the food while she brought the gift and Ri Shi wasn't able to change his mind as she chuckled at his determination.

She carefully hands him the bowl, following close behind as they head back to the bedroom, ready to catch the bowl and Kai if needed. Thankfully the kid was able to bring the food with no issue, but Ju Jing had to help him up on the bed when they reached the room. Ri Shi hid the gift behind her back and watched in confusion as Ju Ling whispered something to her husband and he nodded. Kai watches his moma and baba, curiously. He had heard what they whispered but said nothing about it. He just reaches in and grabs a piece of fruit to eat. Ri Shi walks over to the bed, making sure to keep the surprise hidden.

"Come on dear, why don't you come to sit?" Ju Ling patted the spot next to her but Ri Shi only got closer to the bed. Her face was heating up as she found the courage to give the other monkey her gift, something that Ju Ling had noticed "Is everything alright?"

The solar yaoguai takes a deep breath and slowly holds her hand with the necklace out. "H-Here. We made this for you so you could always have the beach with you."

The injured demon looked at the gift with shining eyes. She put it on carefully as her eyes started to water before looking up at the other monkey "Thank you, Ri Shi. This means... a lot to me" she motioned again for the other to sit down, and once Ri Shi was next to her, Ju Ling hugged her close. Purring loudly as she nuzzled her. Ri Shi blushed more and nuzzled back with a purr of her own. She wraps her arms around Ju Ling's waist and holds her close.

After a few minutes, Ju Jing gently picked up Kai "Why don't we go cook something Pumpkin? So we won't just eat fruits for lunch" The two monkeys watched as they left the bedroom.

When they were far away enough, Ju Ling turned to her new mate and moved Ri Shi in a way that made her face the other monkey. The injured demon's expression was a serious one, but it didn't hold any anger. It almost looked sad.

"Ri Shi, I am grateful for all you've done for my family and for me. I'm happy that Ju Jing fell in love with you, and I'm even happier that I get to see why he did" she sighed before continuing "But I don't want you to feel like you were my substitution. Your worth in this family does not change just because I'm here now. I will understand if you will never prove for me the same things you prove for Ju Jing. But I want to at least be your friend. And most of all, I don't want you to leave this family"

Ri Shi blinked in surprise and listened closely, tearing up more as the other monkey kept speaking. The twin tried to wipe her tears away quickly, but they kept coming.

"I-I...." She swallows thickly. "I just don't want to pull them away from you. You have been through a lot and have jumped through time just to survive. They have missed you immensely. I don't want to leave them, but I know that I will if I have to..." Ri Shi hiccups softly, wiping more tears away. "I want to see you all happy...I've.... I've been raised believing I was a defective copy. I don't want to be someone's substitute. But I sometimes feel like that's all I'm good for. Being a defective copy and substitution..." She says softly through her tears.

The injured demon gently cupped her face and moved it to look at her "Ri Shi. You are not a defective copy, mine, or anyone else. And you're certainly not pulling Ju Jing and Kai away from me. You did quite the opposite, you brought them back to me, my dear." Ju Ling wiped away her tears gently before she continued "No one will force you to leave Ri Shi. And if anyone did try that, all of us would do our best to make sure that didn't happen" she rested her forehead against the monkey's "I want you in this family. I want to wake up with you and Ju Jing by my side. I want to see you and Kai play. I want to see how you perform and hear more of your beautiful singing"

Ri Shi cried more, leaning into the touch. "Y-you mean that? I... I feel like I don't deserve it... I have don't such horrible things in my past... I don't deserve having you both as my mates or Kai as a son. You are all so wonderful and amazing. A-And I-I... I'm not..." her voice grows softer as she speaks.

"I mean every single word I said" Ju Ling looked at the other girl even more worried now, trying her best to understand what deep seethed fear was eating up at her new companion as her hands gently petted her face "I don't know of your past my dear, but I don't need to know that to know you. You deserve happiness just like everyone else. Whatever negative thought is running in your mind, whatever doubt or fear you have, please voice them so I can show you that they are wrong" she had almost a desperate tone as she spoke.

Ri Shi looked down, unable to hold the other's sight "I'm... I'm scared... I have so many fears and doubts. I... I'm terrified of what you would think of me... Once you learn about my past... Who I was back then... I..." She let out a shuttering breath. "I'm scared you will hate me and push me away. Like I'm a monster... That I won't be able to see any of you again... Ju Ling... I...." She takes another shaky breath as she works up the courage to tell her the deep fear and dark truth hidden in the back of her mind. "I was worse than the demons who hurt you, killed your family, and traumatized the three of you... I was a killer. A destroyer. Created to eliminate anything and everything..." She says softly, refusing to look at Ju Ling and feeling how the girl had begun to shake at the twin's confession.

The monkey looked at her in confusion, she couldn't understand how Ri Shi could be any of those things. How could she be worst than the demons who tortured and killed her family? "Ri Shi... I fail to see how any of that can be true. I'm sure there's more to your past that you're omitting now, but I won't ask you to explain it to me. I can see how much it pains you." Ju Ling gently moved the other's head to look at her again "But one thing I know for sure is that Ju Jing knows about your past and is still by your side. He only told me what very little I needed to know, and what he told me worried me, but not for the reason you think. If you truly are as scary as you say, we will work through it"

Ri Shi seemed confused for a moment before understanding what Ju Ling was meaning. She takes a deep breath. "I-I was created to be a weapon by the Lady Bone Demon. To kill off her enemies, anyone who stood in her way. Even... Even the Great Sage himself... My brother was the brains of the two of us... He would make the plan of attack. He would figure out the weakness of our opponents... From humans to demons, both old and young. Innocent and guilty. I was the brawn. The brute force. Angry and deadly. If...if we did something the lady believed was wrong, she would punish us... Both of us. No matter who did it... I... I would lash out at her and... And watch as she punished my brother before being punished myself... I learned to remain quiet because anything I said brought pain... That's why I'm so quiet today... After she was defeated, we had nowhere to go. We moved from place to place, leaving destruction, pain, and death in our wake. Even when we tried not to..." She looks down at her paws. "I spilled so much blood... Murdered so many innocent lives. And try as I might, it still happens to this day... I killed the demons who hurt you... I wanted to destroy a clan who kidnapped Yan and injured him so badly..." She sighs, tears dried up, and resigned to her fate now that Ju Ling knew the truth. She hadn't meant for it all to slip out, but she was emotionally exhausted and couldn't find the energy to stop herself. Her tail hit the bed in anxiety behind her.

Ju Ling listened with growing horror as the solar demon spoke. Then suddenly Ri Shi was being pulled into a tight hug. Ju Ling held her so close she almost blended in with the other demon's fur "Ri Shi... I-I... I can't imagine what any of that feels like. How you and your brother had to survive... The Lady Bone Demon was a horrible creature, that much I knew already... But to use and torture children..." She held Ri Shi closer, afraid that someone might take her way "My dear, you can't shoulder the wrongdoings of someone that used and manipulated you. You can't call yourself a monster for defending the people you love"

Ri Shi clings tightly to Ju Ling. "T-The worst part... The girl the bone demon had possessed was Bai He... I was terrified of my own cousin for so long. I didn't trust her or showed her any sort of love during a time she needed it the most... Struggling to regain her memories, figure out how she fit in and try to transform into her true form without hurting herself only to learn that not only was her magic messed with, but she no longer looked like she did as a child. And here I was, hating her and terrified she wasn't who she said she was..." Ri Shi hides her face in Ju Ling's neck. "I have been so scared... I break everything I touch... I'm surprised I haven't broken any of you..." She says, voice hoarse and heartbrokenly depressed.

Ju Ling nuzzled the monkey gently, trying to give her as much comfort as possible as their tail found each other "It wasn't your fault Ri Shi. You can't blame yourself for a trauma you can't control. And my dear" she held Ri Shi's hand, intertwining their fingers, and brought them up for the monkey to see "You don't break what you touch, that's why I'm here. That's why Kai cuddles with you. That's why Ju Jing holds you close"

Ri Shi tears up again, internally surprised that she had more in her. "I try so hard to make sure I don't. I don't want to lose you guys. You are my life, my everything. I don't know if I would make it very long if I lost any of you." Her grip on Ju Ling's hand and tail tighten slightly. Enough to express the seriousness of her statement.

"You won't lose us, my dear. We have you to protect us, don't we?" She rubbed her back, hoping to lift her mood a bit. Ri Shi smiled slightly and let out a soft laugh. "R-right... Thank you... And I'm sorry for all that. I didn't mean to share as much as I had... You are just easy to talk to and trust." She expresses softly, kissing Ju Ling's cheek tenderly.

"You don't have to apologize sweetie" she gave her back a kiss as she kissed her forehead "And I'm glad you trusted me. You can come to talk to me any time you want"

She nods slightly, purring in happiness. "I extend that offer to you as well. I'm not the best with advice, but you can always talk to me or vent or whatever. I... I want to truly feel like we are mates." She says quietly, holding Ju Ling close.

"Thank you, dear. I'll make sure to make use of your offer" the demon nuzzled Ri Shi more as her hand kept rubbing her back. Now all Ju Ling wanted to do, was to make sure Ri Shi was taken care of

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