#cant wait for the replay feature

[ventures-and-wanderings]

[ladyoftheblades]

calm after the storm

jaycetalis x reader

summary: the arcane horrors are enough to send a mortal man into the depths of depravity, jayce, having just ascaped the hexcore know this a little too well. he knows there is only one thing that may keep his sanity from snapping: the girl he knows is waiting for him back home.

a/n: this is not cannon compliant, imagine mel is a lesbian in this universe, i just finished this at 1.30 am i have 8 am classes tomorrow but i cant break a promise, enjoy !!!

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the vast emptiness of light wad oddly a welcome sight. white with specles of pastel color stretched toward all four directions further than his tired eyes could see.

jace took a moment of reprieve, setting his hammer down but not letting go of the handle, far too scared, far too aware of the horrors that could be awaiting him the next second.

he had no trust in the calm but he accepted it anyway, he had no choise but, if he stayed on his feet another second he may collapse, and janna knows what would aait him in his unconscious state...

one by one, cautiously, tentattively, his feet fell to the ground, of the ceiling, or... he could hardly tell. in any case, the weariness became a little easier to bear with his body sitting.

jayce took a deep breath. the sound reverbrated through the abyss of the arcane, travelling, mixing with its surroundings untill it ceased to exist, only to be followed by another deep breath and the course continued this queer melody, monotone, a strange calm.

jayce had been trapped in the hexcore... he knew not how long. the only thing he knew was the strain in his muscles, the ache in his bones, the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and the pain in bones from the hits he took.

through this odyssey of violence and strangeness, his sole anchor was his hammer. symbol of his family and a familiar tool, one that had accompanied him since first he could walk. though that too had been corrupted, its form changed, resembling somewhat the vastness surounding him.

but that was not entirely true... he had one more weapon in his arsenal, ensuring he does not lose himself in the horrors, one entirely uncorrupted, one nothing could take away from him: her.

his biggest treasure, his shinning light, his beacon of hope, his prayar when times get hard.

he sat and pondered, that is all he did when he was alone, replaying the memories again and again, afraid the darkness may erase them from his mind.

they had met years ago, in the academy. she had been hired to fill the void left by victor as professor heimerdingers assistand. he will never forget the first time he locked eyes with her.

the professor had made no attempt to formally introduce them, too preocupied with whatever else in his mind. therefore, when he walked into his lab one morning, only to be met with her back snooping around and taking notes, he was surprised to say the least. at first his instinct was to yell at her but once she turned around to look at him all anger dissipated from his body.

her eyes seemed like stars twinkling in the morning light as they looked at him, her features painting a perfect picture, face surprised ever so slightly. she explained herself but even after she did he remained dumbfounded, stumbling over his words, bringing a smile to her face, and a small chuckle escaping her lips. she took a step forward, leaning into him when she said the words etched into his heart. "i will be seeing you soon, mr progress" and with that she left, leaving him frozen on the spot to be found by viktor.

her words were true. since them they saw more and more of eachother, at first in the lab, then in the lad and after, untill eventually they were essentially inseperable. as his carrer proceeded and he fell deeper and deeper into the intricacies, the guile and the treachery of politics, she was always there, waiting for him in his house, in his lab, backstage from his stage to remind him of his goal, of his self. his pillar his beacon, his hope.

now she was... gone. or rather he was gone, ripped away from her arms and thrust into this labirinth of magic and malice, not knowing when or if he would ever escape.

his mind was running back to that first meeting, a moment of peace at last, when again his surroundings changed.

jace shot up, assuming a battle stance he had become all too familiar with, ready to take on whatever the arcane threw at him, with the hope to return to her, when the landscape changed again, and again, as if glitching, once twice thrice untill he was thrust in the white void once again, only this time, he had company...

councilor salo, his former coleague, standing right in front of him. he thought it was magic playing tricks on him. the councilor was... changed. he was walking, despite the damage taken by jinxs boms and his face had weird marks, reminiscent of the hexcores essance, he was not there to bring good news. "salo ? what are you doing here, how are you walking ?"

salo replied, but his voice was changed aswell, warped unto something unhuman. salo relayed his message from victor, the entire conversation almost too surreal for him to comprehend but the things he had seen had turned hi sstomach into steel, and despite salos words he knew what he had to do...

the councilor or victor or whatever this thing wearing the facade of his former friend concluded its little speech, but jayce knew his destiny "i cant let you leave" spoke jayce.

with a smug but calm confidence, salo turned to leave "im sorry you feel that way" he said as he made his exit.

but jayce had a duty, a goal, a purpose, more importanly he had a promise had had to fulfill, one he was too blind to see before but all to aware of now, "im sorry too" and with a simple swing of his hammer, salo was gone.

jayces vision went hazy, all the exhaustion catching up to him, mixing with the weight of salos words, making his feel queezy, fell all the things he had not allowed himself to all this while.

he knew what he had to dy, call it duty or fate of want, he had to rid the world of the hexcore, using any means necessary.

the tragedy of salos death, rather his muder brought atleast one blessing, he was back at the hexgates. he dragged with the last remainants of strength left in his body his feet forward, his mind replaying all of the things he had seem, nightmares come to life, threatening to consume his mind, to drag him the their abyss now and forever, all the way through the exit, to the elevator to the outside of the hexgates they fought to erase his sanity, but as he stepped outside the gates, feeling the fresh air hit his face, fill his lungs and the morning light hitting his eyes, from the dephts of his soul a light occure: a vision of her, his saviour his saint, his guiding star.

he could see from up here the entire city and for a secont the romantic view, the vision of her, they softened his worries, cleared his head, and a new need emerged, the need to get to her, finally.

the night was young, sun still dousing the sky in twilight, few stars were visible from her window and below the upset city of piltover. tonight was a quiet night, military had pulled from the streets, atleast a little, and there were no conflicts at hand.

her window had a view of almost the whole city, something she used to find much pelasure in but now was indifferent to. the window might as well have been facing a brick wall. it was all irrelevant, the voilence, the conflict, the war... nothing mattered.

she sat on her bed and stared out the window with a lazy gaze. it was a wonder she even had sat up, usually only having enery to turn side to side.

weeks had passed since she had last seen jayce. they had been in this very room when he said "i need to head to the lab, i will propably be late but not too late, wait for me ?"

liar. fucking liar. "not too late" my ass. he was gone for weeks, disappeared off the face of the earth.

his absence had been felt by her immeietly. she had tried to saty up that fateful night, but sleep tugged on her eyelids thus she had gone to bed, excpecting to find him in her bed by the time she woke up. when morning came and he was not sharing her bed, she still did not worry. but morning was followed by noon was followed by night, and jayce had yet to come back to her.

since then, she had fully gone through the stages of grief. the first ?denial.

on the first night she had gone to his lab but jayce was nowhere to be found, she had then gone to his house only to be met with absence once again. she figured he was held up somewhere with work, so, she went to work a usual, taught her classes, returned home, made them both dinner, ironed the clothes he left behind and washed his pyjamas to wear when he came back. still, there was no knock on her door. no sight of jayce

anger. his multy day absence led her to a clear conslusion; he was cheating. she paced around her house, blasting loud music from her record player, cursing his very existance. she gathered his clothes, his clean clothes she had washed herself by hand, fully intending to burn them, but as she saw the pile infront of her, a painting of their life together, she could not bring herself to. besides, she knew her jace, he would never do such a thing, would never hurt her in such a way, which led her to the next stage:

bargaining. something bad had to happen to jayce to keep him away this long, he was obviously in danger and no one was doing anything about it. she attempted to speak with enforcers but they dismised her as if she were a child. she went to everyone she could think of for help, to no avail, everyone either had their own problems or simply did not take her seriously. the acolade of her desperation came when she knocked on the kirammans door, or at least attempled to. the noxian guard posted outside threw her out before she could even approach the door. did truly everyone so easily accept martial law and forget about one of their very own counsilors ?

finally, she reahced the final stage: depression. her jayce was gone, either from her life or from piltover but it mattered little. he was gone and the void he left behind in her heart was to never be filled again. she stopped going to work, not that she had much work, classes having almost completely ceased in the academy in sight of the conflicts, she stopped going out, stopped cleaning, she would have stopped cooking if it was not her sole source of sustinence. all she did was sit around the house, waiting or crying, listening to her vinyls and crying some more untill even that became too much and she was reduced to only her bed.

her friends had noticed, knocking on the door a few days ago. they noted her catatonic state but could do nothing to help her, only offering words of reassurance "you will get though this Y/N. you are strong with or without him, and you will get better".

their words were nice but to her, void. jace had been the axis around which her life rotated for 5 years now, he was her past present and future but now he was gone. ripped from her so violently and without explaination. was he dead ? had he been entangled in a fight which proved fatal ? or had he abandoned her ? the questions swirled her head constanly, creating a buzz, a fog, in her head as well as behind her eyes, rendering her hopeless.

she could not even pinpoint the exact time jayce had been gone, hours had melted into days had melted into weeks, into a jumbled mess as unclear in her head as her questions. it did not matter how long he was gone anyway, he had left her.

as she sat up in her bed, observing the window she cursed herself for having washed their sheets and jayces clothes, his scent she so loved and oh so longed for was erased, tabula raza. everything sucks. nothing is the way it was supposed to. nothing would ever be the way it was meant to again, not without her guiding star, she found his title as "man of tomorrow" quite apt, for she could thing of no tomorrow without him.

and as she sat there wallowing, surrounded by sadness and self loathing, the doorbell rang.

if it had been another time she would have jumped to open it, holding onto the hope,a small ember if it,that maybe it would be her jayce. now all of it had been snuffed out. jayce was never coming back. she took her time, only moving her head slightly, pondering the identity of the intruder. could it be the neighbours ? a student ? noxian soldiers ? she landed on it being her friends, with cleaning supplies propably, ready for round two of 'cheer up the professor".

the bell sounded again. anoying her friends were, but she blamed them not, their insistance was born of concern. thus, she took her feet of the bed, taking a second to find balance before she dragged herself to the door. the bell rang one final time before her hand reached the doorknob, leading her to grow slightly irritated, the little bit her depressed state allowed atleast.

so sure she was of the visitors identity, she did not look through the peephole, oppening the door immedietly to find...

jayce.

jayce, her jayce.

her jayce who had been missing for janna knows how long.

the professors jaw dropped, and she thought of rubbing her eyes to ensure it was not a cruel dream, but was given no chance, jayce stepping into her appartment and falling into her arms immedietly.

her mind could hardly comprehend what was going on, taking a second to react to his sudden affection, to his sudden presance. his familiar frame in her arms finally registered, leading her to instinctively react, placing her arms around him, holding him close, oh so close, sqeezing his frame, as if at any second he would be stolen away from her again.

they stood there, door ajar, frozen in time, holding eachother, not wanting to let go in fear of returning to the nightmare of their time apart. they stood embracing, drinking in eachothother, hearts beating in tandem, finally full now that they reunited. at peace, at last.

the fog of questions in her mind cleared out, they mattered no more, he was back, he came back to her, to hell with what he had been doing in the meantime.

jayce felt his exhaustion melt from his body, muscles relaxing finally. he moved his head to burry his nose in her hair, taking a deep breath, his lungs filling with her scent calming his nerves. the horrors of the arcane mattered little now. the trials he had passed, the tribulations he endured, the eldritch terrors he faced all with the image of her in his mind, with the memories he replayed in his head like film, holding close to his heart to get through that nightmare had paid off.

he would never be the same again, scarred far too deep, the rune etched in his wrist evidence of that but his love had not faltered a second, and he knew she would still love him no matter what.

they stood there awhile, untill it wasnt enough. she was the first to move, pulling her head from jayces chest to look up at him, to meet his eyes she so loved. when he returned her gaze, she noticed the change in thm; the bit of darkness, the lack of liveliness, but still they were uniquely jayce. it was as if two pieces of a puzzle came together, two parts of one whole, two parts that did not make sense on their own but together created a most beautifull image.

a thousand thoughts ran through her head, so many things she wanted to say, wanted to express, so many emotions that she did not know where to start. but from the way he looked at her, deep brown eyes filled to the brim with adoration, eyes that had seen her whole and loved her whole, she knew he understood, words were unecessary.

"you look like shit" she landed on finally, earning from him a chuckle. her words rang true, he did look like shit. looked as if he had been dragged through hell. his clothes were ripped and tattered, modified with makeshift armour in aome places, and the parts intact were either dripping with sweat or dirty with blood and dirt. his face, his beautifull face was in no better state, painted even darker than his usual tan complexion, beard rowdy and uncempt, hair outgrown, with dired blood and aweat covering majority of it. dirty, rugh and dark.

still, as she looked up at him he looked like an angel, her angel, finally in her arms again.

his deep rich chuckle reverbrated in his chest, sending a jolt of joy through her own body. his voice, more hoarse than usual but just as pleasant and masculine as she remembered spoke "you look prefect"

a pang of guilt rang through her chest, there he went and filled her ears with sweet words when she had just insulted him.

he looked down to her, eyes dark, yet filled with the relief only a man who had all he ever wanted could hold, for that is exactly what she is to him: his dream, his religion and key to his happiness.

his head craned down to kiss her, foot simultaniously moving to shut the door behind him. their lips meeting was like an explosion of a thousand suns. they always had been very good at making love, two halves who knew eachother better than themselves, lips now slotting together like puzzle pieces. the kiss was soft but not chaste, deep with the emotions pouring between them, an equilibrium of love and lust, lips moving against eachother seeking the salvation only the other could bring.

that first kiss was everything, when jayce pulled back finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had been derived of oxygen and her kiss was his release. his hands moved on her back, shifting from her waist to her head, the other moving up and down, pulling her closer, even moreso, tracing lines which sent waves of warmth all through her.

he put their lips together again, just as passionate as the first but now there was something new. need. pure untainted need. he needed her to breathe, needed her to exist and the kiss comunicated just that.

the hand on her head burried itself in her hair, pulling just slightly, not to hurt but to hold onto something, to make sure she would not escape. as if she ever would, this, him, was all she ever wanted, all she ever needed.

wirhout breaking away she oppened her mouth, his tongue immedietly intruding, deepening the kiss further.

jayce was hungry, starved.

his hand behind her back moved again, wishing to rid them of the barrier named clothes, bringing itself beneath her shirt. his palm was cold causing the professor to flinch ever so slightly. jayce was not detered, pulling, tugging her shirt up hurriedly. eventually they had to break the kiss, much to both their dismay. swiftly he pulled the fabric off of her, tossing it to the side to land on the other piles of dirty clothes around the house.

he took a moment to admire her. she was as perfect as he remembered, soft and sweet. she waited patiently for him to finish drinking her in, chest rising up and down with deep anticipating breaths, the move causing him to grow even more infatuated.

he moved again to close the distance between them, rougher this time, so quick she had not the time to process, aware of his move only by the renewed presance of his lips on hers. jayces need had transfered onto her, feeling the heat in every inch of her body, stomach flipping in excitement. her hands flew to his chest, beggining to undo his vest but his armour got in the way.

her hands struggled to undo the clasps of it, soon growing frushtrated the longer she fiddled with the clasp to no avail. jayces hands moved slowly, tracing lines from shoulders to forearms to wrists, leaving goosebups in their wake. his hands cupped hers, rough and caloused, taking them fully in their grasp, begining to assist her in undoing the damned clasp.

one by one pieces dropped with thuds to the floor acompaniyng the sounds of their kissing in the otherwise silent appartment. once the last piece was off, her hands sprung once again to action, undoing his vest and shedding it from his shoulders.

her hands began to then roam his chest. she noted new scars had formed, rough under the pads of her fingers, foreign, maiming the man she had up to now known every trace of. the scars were not the only change though. his body had gotten more defined, muscles more pronounced. a welcome change, one which sent a storm of inapproptiate thoughts to her mind. having explored his body to satisfaction the professors hands moved again, lower and lower, slowly, teasingly, threatening to undo his belt but never daring get too close to doing so.

jayce was not having it. he needed her now, her teasing would not be tolerated. to accelerate the process of undressing his hands moved, loosening his belt and lowering his breeches with much haste, discarding them in the same unceremonious fashion he had her shirt.

he began to move forward with quick decisive steps still cautious not to ever break their kiss, tracing a path to her couch. she followed his lead with much reverance, utill she felt the couch behind her knees. jayce did not allow her to fall back just yet. his hands moved to remove her shorts, one movement bearing her of both pants and undergarments.

only then did her allow her to fall back, giving her a shove, harsher than intended, her smaller body landing on the pillows with a thud and a high-pitched yelp from her mouth, earning from him another chuckle.

he did not wait for her to accustom to the new position, moving immedietly to kiss her again, placing his knee between her legs, upper body caging her in, trapping her like a predator corners pray.

their kisses had grown hungry, need growing into an uncontrollable beast, morphing into desperation. jayce kissed her with an open mouth, all teeth and tongue, but it was welcomed, everything by him was welcomed, time appart had made her a husk of herself. now with jayce in her arms again her life was back in orbit and she wanted him in any way he would have her.

his hands moved, beggining from shoulders and lowering; caressing, toutching or groping whatever flesh he could find, promising to leave a few bruises here and there.

jayce had always been a strong man, something he was very aware of and made even moreso whenever they had sex. he was a strong guy and he knew it, leading him to be extra cautious with her, treating his girl like porcelain, like a doll to be revered and taken care of.

none of that was happening today.

whatever jayce had been through mustve shook him to his core. when he toutched her before it was with the reverance of a priest readiyng his altar, now his hands comunicated the hunger of a ravenous animal.

he needed to feel her close, needed to know she was with him. the arcane had put him through horrors beyond the mortal imaginations, forever in his lips her name, one ray of light in the endless abyss of his torture. he may very well have gone insane if it werent for her. even now, the images of all he had witnessed played in his mind, in some dark corner, threatening to take over and drag him in their madness. their attempt only made his need stronger, his hands rougher, his body more desperate, holding onto his light, pouring out onto her all the frustration, the fear and anger onto her skin. and she took it. she took all he would give, as he knew she would.

his hands had lowered to her hips, only to find them moving, ever so slightly, grinding on his knee in a desperate plea for friction, for something to aleviate the burning in her loins. his hands gripped them, halting all movement, causing her to whine in his mouth. "i know darling, i know" he said.

with hands on her hips were holding on for dear life, surely to leave large bruises come morning, jayces desperation reached its tipping point, unable to hold back anymore cock hard and dripping, begging for release.

any other day he would put himself aside to focus on her fully and only allow his own pleasure after she had had her fill. but now, whith his limbs burning in anticipation, he had not that option.

with a swift movement her flipped her around, manhandling his girl to bend over the couch. he placed the palm of one hand on her back, pressing her torso into the pillows, the other under her thighs keeping them in place, both creating a low arch in her back.

she had been his prayar when times got rough, her kiss his salvation and now her body his reward, his sin. oh and how sinfull she was indeed.

he could see through the dim light her cunt glistening in anticipation. his thumb moved, tracing a line betweed her folds, dragging down onto her clit and taking pause, pressing on her button. the caress, as slight as it was, sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, releasing in a moan, muffled somewhat by the couch. "jayce... please..." she said, tone a step before a whimper.

in response, jayce pulled his thumb from her folds, in favour of taking his cock in his palm. he lined himself with her entrance, and began to slowly enter her folds. he had only just entered his tip yet the professor already could feel her head fogging up in a lustfull haze, unable now to control the sounds escaping her mouth.

when he was about halfway in, anticipation took control, bottoming put in one quick thrust, his thighs hitting hers with force. the movement caused him to release a groan, low and masculine, synchronised with his girls own moan, a melody of pleasure filling the appartment that had for so long been empty of love.

and that first thrust proved the key that unlocked pandoras box for jayce did not waste any time, setting immedietly a brutal pace.

he was drunk on her, an addict that had been derived of his vice too long, only to now indulge again. the appartment filled with sounds of their coupling, lewd and crude but musical in their own way. her slight uncontrolled moans in direct contrast to his low groans, playing to the tempo of jayces pace.

his hipps slapped harshly against hers but his rough hands kept her somewhat grounded and in place. soon she felt his chest press against her back. skin hot and muscles firm, hard and controlling on her back, forcing her deeper into the couch. she could feel the rumble of his moans through his chest, another sense to add to the cocktail of sensations. she thought jayce could not possibly get more intoxicating when his head landed right next to her ear.

sharp contrast to the movement of his hips, jayces lips were soft, plastering kisses all over the side of her face. moving on toward her neck, nape and shoulderblades. each individual press of his lips a decleration of adoration, somewhat an apology for the rough way he was punding her into the pillows.

in this worship of her body, he found a particularly sweet spot, betwix neck and shoulder, one he knew from years of experience drove his girl crazy and began to roughly suck on the skin. the moan released from her throat was damn near pornographic, making heat rise to her cheeks in embarasment, burrying her head into the couch.

jayce made a cooing sound, mocking, he was fucking mocking her. jayce was causing her delirioum, thrusting into her with unparalleled frevor, lips working her neck like a violin, and now he mocked her for being affected by it.

he craned his head to place again his mouth on her ear. such a smug fuck he was today, but the moan he accidentally released with a hot breath matched her own in hue and desperation "i love you so, so much. i cannot bear to be away from you again, i hardly bore it this time. darling you have no idea what i have been through... but i would do it all over again, just to make it back to you, even if only to place one last kiss upon your brow."

jayces honeyed words sent tears into the professors eyes. hurriedly she twisted her head, lips desperately seeking his, needing to show him what he ment to her, for words would surely fail her at this time.

their lips met in a soft kiss, chaste, innocent, loving. oh so loving. and when they had savoured the moment to satisfacrion, jayce pulled back again. his back left hers, the loss of heat leaving her suseptible to the cold bite of the night air. already she could feel that tightness in her stomach, the sensory overload melting all thoughts away, leaving only pleasure and jayce.

his thrusts got rougher, something she had thought to be impossible. she could feel the tightness in her stomach building up from the movement of his hips, pairing with the swell of her heart from his words. her hands moved from her sides to her back, begging for him to hold onto her, jayce did not give in to his lights request, taking both her wrists in one palm and placing them firmly on her back. she whined loudly hoping it may sway his mind, but he was not so easily deterred, not today atleast.

his other palm grabbed again her hip, starved as he was, brutally pushing his way inside her. the professors entire body rutted, the front of her hips slamming against the couch- yet another bruise she would have to account for in the morning- her ass and back of her hips slammed on by jace, the entire movement an exchange of forcefullness, leaving her in the middle delirious from pleasure. the pressure in her stomach that had built up so long now was nearing an edge, nearing the orgasm she had so long been anticipating.

jayce threw his head back an array of groans and moans he could not hold back escaping his lips, he was close, so close. he kept his eyes away from her form for he knew one glance down at the soft body of the woman he so loved would shoot him straight across the edge.

he wanted to hold back, oh how he wished to, but the depravation had depleted his endurance somewhat, and with the knoledge just a day ago thought the day where he could have her in his arms again would never come, rendered him unable. "darling im...ugh, im close" he said inbetween moans. "i know, please jayce..." she replied in that sweet angelic voice of hers.

with one final thrust he bottomed out inside her, sealing as well her own release, both finnishing with final moans of pleasure.

everything was hazy, her mind swirling with pleasure, the sensations on her body leaving behind a soreness that would only get worse, and in her eyes with unshed tears she could not make out couch from wall. the places jayce had grabbed with particular frevor and her hips where the couch had slammed were more than sore, they hurt, but it was a pain she was glad to caary and one she would choose a thousand times over that of the heartache she had endured these past few weeks.

she felt jayce move behind her but was too tapped out to realise his exact movements, untill she felt hands wrapp around her body, lifting her up off of the couch and repositioning her to sit across the couch. a

jayce positioned himself to the other end of her head, taking in his lap her legs, regret no doubt sinking in as he began to lightly massage them. they both took a moment to breathe, surrounded by comfortable silence.

the professor took liberty of breaking the silence once again "that was the best sex weve ever had"

jayce laughed, no more shy chuchled, he laughed with his whole chest, and for a moment the carefree man she had come to love before the anomaly of the past few weeks returned, if even for a moment. he craned his head to look at her, a sweet sappy smile playing at his scared lips but in his eyes was something else, something she recognised as the brewing of an apology. the air settled in a more serious tone.

"im sorry for-" "its ok, jayce. i know." she replied, not allowing him to relay the little speech he had prepared for it was uneeeded. whatever had kept him away so long was clearly nothing pleasureable, if her trust in him was not enough his appearance proved it.

she had snuffed out the apology but jayce had a lot of things on his chest, clearly. he lowered his head into her lap, hands holding onto her waist for dear life but with clear caustion and tenderness as he began to speak "you do not know the half of it my love. i-... i was with professor heimerdinger and this kid ekko, they had a hextech related problem, they came to me. we went to the gates together to investigate, but the hexcore.... i may never be able to relay onto you the things that happened, the things i saw."

"i understand... i would never force you to do anything you do not wish to jayce" she replied as she began to lazily play with his hair. 'there is still a lot to be done, a lot i have to do. i may need to... i may need to leave again"

those words sent a pang to her chest, hand halting their movements. jayce noticed, taking her palm in his own and lazily playing with the professors fingers, a small comfort. "but i promise, i will be back, i will always come back here, i told you snd i will tell you a thousand times more. do you trust me ?"

he looked up to her as he said those last words, eyes begging for something he knew to be too much. he was asking for her to put her heart entirely in his hands, with close to no guarantee of ever getting it back. but as his brown eyes looked at her, so changed and yet the same, she knew he already had her everything, she would trust him always. "of course i do, i always will" she said.

to love is to trust, to love is to wait, to love is to fight, to love is to traverse the worst horrors of the world only with the prayar of your lovers name on your lips. and they loved eachother more than anything.

as if on que he placed a kiss into her palm, with the worries that plagued him so now lifted from his chest he felt a bit lighter, rising from her lap to stand. "but before anything, i need to bathe"

she laughed, the sound foreign even to her ears, "well i have clean clothes for you, and shampoo"

jayce looked around a bit, gathering his clothes -to throw away- making no comment on the horrid state of the appartment much to her relief, "do you have a razor too ?"

she thought for a moment "maybe keep the beard"

[jymwahuwu]

I was wondering. . What if scenario where darling finally escaped jing yuan by dying and jing yuan had felt all emotions at once anger, furry, sadness, despair, agony. He just cant move on from darling he waited and waited for her next reincarnation and. . Finally after so long of waiting she was finally here standing, breathing and alive

And his not so kind once he kidnapped darling once more and had locked her on his (their) shared bedroom then he just basically fucks darling to the hell and back after so long and he makes her cum and darling felt overstimulated and had kept crying to him to slow down and trying to push him away because who in the right mind would suddenly pull a strange onto some person's house then fucks them into oblivion?!

(Basically idk why im horny or maybe its because i have a period idk anymore-)

From Cloud anon!

thank you cloud anon<3 hesitant to write this…but i love the thirsty ending 🫣 for Jing Yuan, if his clingy and sweet side can't keep you… he doesn't mind getting rough…?

CW: yandere, angst, non-con, kidnapping, overstimulation, (mentioned) death in the past

(The relationship between the reader here and Jing Yuan’s past life is described in a rather vague way. Please DON’T send me requests and comments about angst and take revenge on yandere. I’m tired of receiving those 😭 Please read the rules.)

That's a really rare concept for long living species; life blooms in the spring and withers in the winter. Jing Yuan placed flowers on the coffin, and… still… worked and lived as usual, arranging Luofu's daily affairs at the seat of divine foresight. People whispered- they said, Look. The general is so ruthless. His only lover in centuries had withered like a flower, and he was unmoved.

Jing Yuan knows that he can still live as usual, but there is an empty gap in his heart, which often aches, but he still chooses to keep you in his heart instead of letting time pass by. No loss can cause Jing Yuan to stagnate, he just lives with wounds. He regretted not leaving more holographic records and replayed the few videos you had, over and over again. "mm- Jing Yuan-" Your lips parted slightly, a record of a time when you were so annoyed that you blocked the camera with your hands and giggled while eating ice cream. That was - that was when you liked him, right? The general sometimes wonders - are you tired of him pestering you like that? He apologized, apologized, apologized bitterly - but you wouldn't hear it again. In the end, he still couldn't keep you, you flowed away between his fingers like floating sand. What had hundreds of years left for him?

Reincarnation - Jing Yuan really found you, in another galaxy. In the dim light, you are standing on the street, laughing and chatting with your friends. A familiar frown and a sweet smile, and when talking about interesting topics, the clear and sweet laughter leaked out. Similar facial features, similar movements and expressions are the imprint of the same soul. Jing Yuan suppressed the urge to take you away immediately, knowing that he must first find out your identity in this life. He removes every possible obstacle and takes you away.

Locked up in a room, in the general's mansion. Since you didn't like being able to travel freely among the stars in your previous life.

To you, you who have no information, this is really the cage that abruptly descends. Be sent to the Xianzhou ship by the people of your planet. Your hands are locked with a bunch of locks made of solid space material, but they are wrapped in plush fabric as if to prevent your wrists from getting hurt. The burly man with long white hair, said to be a general named Jing Yuan, caresses your body desperately - desperately. Lots of sticky, dazzling kisses. His tongue dipped into your mouth to search. Tears…tears? This mysterious man doesn't shed tears when you look at him, it's like the tears have dried up. Your thighs and calves were tied together and spread apart, forcing you to expose your most private parts and squirt on his thick fingers for hours. Orgasm is no excuse to stop. After your struggles and twitches, those fingers didn't slow down at all. The cock is buried deep inside you without any suspense after the warm-up is completed. The tight walls contracted and the liquid spread outward.

You are confused - confused, orgasming in pleasure, wanting to push him away (but your hands are tied), asking who he is and why he treats you like this while still maintaining your senses, and all you get is silence. It was the silence of not wanting to repeat the old dreams. From behind, his entire crotch is pressed against your ass, and even your hands are pressed by him, rocking and pounding you back and forth, occasionally kissing your cheek in a daze. Face to face, staring into your eyes, the lower body is closely connected. On top, you were forced to ride him, swinging your waist. From the side, a strong arm lifts one of your legs and slowly inserts it. In front, sucking and servicing that cock for hours. Seed and fluid oozed from the connection. There are two trembling vibrators stuck to your nipples. What a mess.

After making up for some of the love he hadn't had in hundreds of years, the general felt more at ease. Jing Yuan's hands wrapped around your shoulders and waist. You wanted to hate him so much- hate him, but he read you bedtime stories and space. He prepares rich meals for you, toys to relieve your boredom, and kisses your forehead. He promises to take you out, but not now.

Not now.

[starhwazz]

·:*¨༺ ♱ A case of insomnia ♱ ༻¨*:·

「 ✦ Seongjoong ✦ 」

「Wordcount : 6,454」 ── 「NSFW」

「Hongjoong was holding the outline of his dick through the sweats. His team ring being lit up by the blue light and some of his dick outline also being lit. He looked huge. And it took everything in seonghwa not to run into that bathroom and suck him dry, Choking on hongjoongs dick tearing up as the shorter mans fucks up into his mouth」

「 Content: 」

── Top Hongjoong, bottom Seonghwa

── Masturbation, lewd pics, dry humping, hand jobs, mutual masturbation

Like every other night, Seonghwa was having trouble falling asleep, and although he had promised himself that tiktok would help him feel tired. he ended up staying up watching every video that ran on his feed. But he was intrigued by this specific video.

He was on his private fake stan account that was dedicated to hongjoong only because he and hongjoong were close, Like really close. And he thought it would be nice to dedicate a account to his best friend. Just because.

Now he came across a tiktok that had a video of a woman in the back giggling and screaming as she hit the wall in slowmo, Now he thought it was hilarious. But the captions over the video and the comments piqued his interest.

“Atiny when that one hongjoong edit plays.” He had no idea what the edit was nor why atiny was freaking out over it, He scrolled through every comment and every reply and it all consisted of atinys absolutely losing it. “The clips they used! I cant take it!!” “IM SCREAMING” was the constant comments he seen on this video and god did his curiosity peak.

And thats when he finally decided to click on the audio and to his luck the edit was the top video on the sound, He then clicked on the video and to his surprise the edit was beautifully made.

The song was captivating, as was the way each clip varied to the beat. What captivated him were the timing and flashes, the absolute talent they used while making this, rather than the fact that the video featured Hongjoong making some extremely alluring looks and risky body movements and totally not throwing his head back groaning into the camera.

He then looped the video over and over taking deeper looks at every clip, the way the editor knew what they were doing putting certain clips into this with this audio, The intro was what has him hooked using such attractive photos of his leader. I mean he did always know hongjoong was hot but this edit was doing something.

“Hwa, Please change the video i need to sleep and all i hear is the same song on repeat, I dont want to hear the moaning.” Seonghwa paused the video and turned his head to stare at the back of the oreo haired boy.

Wooyoung had his back turned to hwa, The shorter man huffed and shuffled as he tried to fall asleep. And seonghwa laid there on his own bed across from him. He bit his lip as he stared back at his phone and quickly looked up crawling towards his nightstand and grabbing his airpods, Placing them in his ears and replaying the edit.

He didn’t know what got over him but that edit was addictive he didn’t know how many times he watched it but he knew every clip by heart and when it would change, when it would end and how it would start. Why was hongjoong so.. hot?

Wait. What the fuck ? It wasn’t that. No. He quickly closed tiktok and placing his phone next to him as he laid there staring at the ceiling, He’s just tired. Yeah. Maybe he needs to sleep off this confusing edit. Yeah. Thats it.

Seonghwa quietly placed his phone on the nightstand, plugging it in and putting away his airpods being oh so careful as to not make a sound to make the brat that was sleeping across from him. Seonghwa finally laid back down closing his eyes.

But he groaned as he kept tossing and turning he couldn’t sleep but he needs too especially for the interview, He knew hongjoong would be on his ass for going to bed at 4AM. And he felt his heart skip at the thought of hongjoong, ‘ Huh? Cut that out hwa .’ He thought to himself as he turned to his side pulling the blanket with him and wrapping himself cozily. He finally felt himself drifting into sleep.

The next day the boys were all sitting near one another getting their positions ready, Seonghwa was seated next to hongjoong, What luck. He felt his heart race more than usual. And the man took quiet but deep breaths to relax, That was until hongjoong turned and smiled at him. He knew seonghwa was panicking about something so he threw him that cute smile.

And fuuck did it not help instead it made his heart race slightly and he felt his head spin with confusion, Is he still tired? He kept questioning himself not knowing he completely zoned out staring into a wall.

“Hwa, Are you okay?” Mingi spoke up leaning forward to stare at a absent seonghwa, Just then hwa snapped out of it and saw all his members staring at him.

“Im fine! Just a bit nervous.” Seonghwa brushed it off as he smiled and nodded to everyone calming their worries. Wooyoung then locked eyes with seonghwa and the younger male let out a quiet laugh.

“Makes sense why you were up so late, Hyung was nervous for the interview.” Wooyoung laughed and squinted his eyes towards seonghwa in a playful manner.

“You seriously stayed up?” Yunho said with a slight laugh in his tone.

“Yeah every night he’s up struggling to sleep but last night was the worst.” Wooyoung added whining the last word and exaggeratingly throwing his head back with a annoyed expression.

The guys laughed at wooyoung’s stupid exaggeration, San suddenly patted wooyoung smiling at the man as everyone around made annoyed sounds at the lovers.

“Get a room ew!” Hongjoong replied looking away from the two faking a gag at their skinship. “Shut up!” Wooyoung shouted towards the brown haired man.

Hongjoong and wooyoung childishly stuck their tongues out towards another and annoying made noises mocking one another.

Seonghwa stared hard at hongjoong, Suddenly focusing in every detail in his face, How his eyes get smaller when he smiles and laughs, How his cheeks fill while he smiles. And he quickly snapped out of it as he saw hongjoong stop making faces at wooyoung.

“What even kept you up hyung?” San asked softly and seonghwa thought for a second, He couldn’t let his members know he was watching an edit, Especially one of their members. Specifically the captain.

He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck innocently, “Ah i was just scrolling reading what atiny had to say about our comeback announcement, and watching some videos.” And thats when wooyoung blurted out scaring hwa.

“HE WAS WATCHING A VIDEO ON REPEAT FOR ABOUT 20 FUCKING MINUTES!” “I legit couldn’t sleeppp.. and the song had some crazyy shit in it!” Wooyoung blurted and groaned as he remembered the same song on repeat, Everyone turned to look at hwa and immediately the man was bombarded with questions.

“Who was it? WHAT song was playing? What the hell were you watching? Who’s edit was it!” Was the same questions being asked and he swore he wanted to just dig a deep hole, choke wooyoung and throw him in it.

And just when hongjoong was about to speak the interviewers spoke up asking if they were ready to start and everyone immediately calmed down and nodded, Except hwa he was completely embarrassed why did wooyoung have to always open his annoying mouth.

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The interview ended after 50 minutes of shooting and hwa swore it was the longest shoot they’ve ever done, Everytime he looked at hongjoong while he talked he felt a blush creep into his cheeks painting them with a cute color and if it wasn’t for the blush already there he would’ve been dead. Every moment he talked he felt hongjoong staring at him. But it makes sense, Hes the leader, He does that to everyone so it doesn’t mean anything.

Seonghwa quickly got up and thanked the interviewers for bringing them in the channel and interviewing the members and group themselves, He made a beeline towards the drinks their staff dropped off for them at the lounge side of the huge room. Seonghwa grabbed his strawberry berry mix smoothie and sat down on the leather black couch which was surprisingly comfortable, He took his phone out and scrolled through insta reading atiny’s comments in his newest post.

That was until he was interrupted by a certain main sitting next to him, “Hwa hows the drink?” Hongjoong had asked as he grabbed his own and sipping his pineapple flavored drink sitting back and also pulling out his phone.

“Its good haven’t been able to have this in a while, Hows yours joongie.” Seonghwa said surprisingly calm, He didn’t feel insanely nervous for once being this close to hongjoong plus they’re just relaxing and drinking together that’s nothing strange.

“Hmm same, I can always ask staff to give you that whenever you wanted hwa.” Hongjoong said as he looked at hwa throwing him a sweet smile which made his heart jump, Only cause it was so sweet that he was really going to make the staff always give hwa his favorite smoothie.

“Its okay joongie you dont need too.” Seonghwaa responded also sweet and throwing him light hearted smile.

“You know, I also struggle falling asleep. You can always just text me when you cant sleep hwa.” Joong had blurted as he kept scrolling and he suddenly felt more at ease, now he has someone to text when he cant sleep.

“Then i guess get ready for me texting you tonight captain.” Seonghwa slightly shoved hongjoongs shoulder to teasingly joke with him because they always did that, Its their form of love. And just as expected hongjoong shoved him back and laughed “I will hwa.”

Just after that conversation the two went silent scrolling and drinking the fruity juices they had while sitting super close together, shoulders touching yet none of them moved instead they kept the distance close. There was nothing that felt awkward or off about this instead peaceful and calming it felt like all the nerves seonghwa had from this morning and all the tiredness and confusion last night had completely slipped away from his mind once he was in his comfort bubble that had hongjoong as the center of his bubble.

He was never fully at peace unless he was in his room building his legos or near hongjoong, Hongjoong was his safe space and seonghwa was his. They never felt awkward being close whether sitting or standing together they just felt peace. Unless one of the members tease the two.

The day passes by as the group leaves the building and goes over to their entertainment building and practice for their comeback, And this whole dance practice had seonghwa frustrated.

Not because hongjoong is in a tank top but because seonghwa keeps slightly messing up whether mixing his part up or slipping, It was annoying how he immediately froze the second he saw hongjoong in a tank top with a black cap covering his face and a jacket tied around his waist as he wore black baggy jeans with white sneakers, He looked so good in it. But that wasn’t why he was distracted. He was just exhausted.

Finally seonghwa got the part no trips no slips nothing, The members cheered as everyone got their parts down and just as fast as the excitement started it died out with staff telling them to do it a few more times until everyone is perfect.

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Seonghwa had finally hit the bed, Stretching like a cat trying to get comfortable enough to sleep but of course he couldn’t, So he tossed and turned finally getting comfortable and closing his eyes.

But to his surprise nothing. He had sighed loudly out of his nose as he turned to grab his phone and stare at the time. It took 15 minutes until he gave up. He rolled his eyes at the time cursing the world for not letting him get the rest he needed but finally decided to open his phone and get to scrolling again.

And this time he’s reading comments on the new interview, He loved seeing everyone excited about new things they learned about the members but what he also loved is the clips.

And this clip had seonghwa conflicted. It was when he was talking about one of his biggest things in life and how he achieved it but the clip wasn’t of him telling his story but it was of hongjoong. The man was staring into his eyes like he was enchanted, His eyes followed everytime seonghwa moved on the chair as he spoke, His eyes were focused on him but also not. And seonghwa froze once he realized it.

Hongjoong looked at his lips… Why? That’s just fake, Right?

Wrong it’s in every clip of that part. He stares for a good 10 seconds before going back up to his eyes staring passionately. And apparently this isn’t the first time he’s done this.

The taller man sits up in shock as he keeps scrolling finding every clip where hongjoong does the exact thing and even biting his lip in some. And thats when seonghwa feels his heart race and something in his stomach just flipped.

He quickly closed out twitter, He didn’t want to keep looking because he felt like hes just trying to make something appear in something that would never happen.

So he just scrolls endlessly on tiktok but something stops him.

DING

And thats when seonghwa races to open the message.

Joong

“Yo you up?”

Seonghwa

“Yea.”

“You also having trouble?”

Joong

“Told you id be up, and yes just like you.”

Seonghwa laughed at the little blow “Just like you.” And quickly typed a response. He needed to distract himself from whatever he was feeling from the clips before.

Seonghwa

“What usually helps you sleep joongi?”

Joong

“Y you asking? Tryna steal my technique?”

Seonghwa

“Just need help getting rest.”

“And yes im stealing it <3.”

Joong

“Ill let you steal anything from me any day.”

And thats when seonghwa felt it again. That same feeling, His heart skipped his stomach fluttered and his hands got sweaty. What is wrong with him? It was just a cute snapback at his own flirty joke, Not like joong was serious.

And thats when the next message changed seonghwa’s entire life.

Joong

“Masturbating usually helps me.”

Holy shit. He felt his entire body get shivers as the next images that popped in his mind were his bestfriend, Head thrown back, Dick in hand and hes quietly moaning and groaning as he strokes himself slowly but roughly trying to waste his energy just so he could sleep. All he could think about was how he looked while doing it.

What faces did joong make? How loud does he get? Does he moan groan or whine? Does he do all of them? How fast does he go? What does he watch? Does he top?

He quickly drags himself out of that mindset, Trying to calm himself down by responding. He feels his body hot and his heart racing, He feels like a schoolgirl who almost got caught doing something against her parents strict rules.

Seonghwa

“Really?”

Joong

“Yep, It helps out alot.”

Seonghwa

“Never tried to do that to force myself asleep.”

Joong

“Hey i mean i was going to do it.”

“But i decided to text you.”

Seonghwa felt the immediate rush of blood flow everywhere but his brain. The thought of hongjoong jerking off kept popping up, And now he’s in a hole he dug himself with a problem of his own.

Seonghwa

“Wowww im so special you decided to text me over jacking off.”

“im so honored.”

Joong

“Idc. Id do it while texting you hwa. im tired and cant sleep and thats honestly the only way i know how.”

And at that second seonghwa quickly but quietly ran up and out his and wooyoungs shared room and into the bathroom he had closest to his room. He locked the door and sat at the toilet groaning as he looked at his own hard on.

Seonghwa

“Thats pretty crazy to say joong.”

And just after he sent that he raised his own hips to slide off his sweats, Along with his boxers letting his dick spring out into the cold air. He sucked air through his teeth trying to get used to the coldness.

Just as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock his phone dinged and he immediately opened the message.

Joong

“Says the one who just ran into the bathroom.”

Seonghwa

“???”

And just then his phone dinged again this time an image showing up, He bit his lip as he anxiously opened the image. It showed him opening the bathroom door phone in hand. The photo was taken across from him. Exactly where san and hongjoong were roomied up.

Seonghwa gulped as he slowly stroke his own dick while typing back to hongjoong.

Seonghwa

“Stalker much?”

Joong

“Not my fault i saw you the second i went to do what your doing right now.”

And seonghwa quietly groaned at the fact the other male knew exactly what he was doing right now.

Seonghwa

“Perv.”

Joong

“Aren’t you also jerking off right now.”

Seonghwa let out an airy laugh as he squeezed at the tip teasing himself as he read the message out again imagining hongjoong saying that to his face, Practically spitting at him at how much of a pervert he was for masturbating while texting his best friend.

Seonghwa

“This might be weird but how do you do it.”

Joong

“Bold question, But ill answer.”

“I usually go fast and hard since im exhausted. So id rather get it over with so i can sleep.”

And that second seonghwa swore he was about to cum just at the thought of hongjoong abusing his dick forcing huge strings of cum to burst out of his cock.

Seonghwa

“I have to try that. Im usually slow and hard. But then again im never in a hurry.”

Joong

“If you really want to sleep faster everytime you get to your tip squeeze a bit tighter and twist your hand, I come fast from doing that like 3 times.”

And seonghwa immediately listens placing his phone down on the sink counter snd quickly picking up his pace and quietly moaning as he slams his hand down hard on his shaft. Keeping a fast and hard rhythm and just as he goes to stroke again he squeezes around his tip and twists while pulling his hand down his dick, The shock that spills through his dick to the rest of his body feels electric, He throws his head back and lets out a groan as he repeats the same motion and rythmn.

And the third time he does it he feels his legs start to shake as he fastens the pace and constantly twisting his dick, The absolute wave of pleasure he gets slapped with is overwhelming that he completely ignores his phone buzzing with texts and covers his mouth muffling the loud moans and curses that slip past his mouth as he shoots strings and strings of cum.

Seonghwa sits there hand full of cum as the shots of cum land on his shirt and thighs, Some missing and landing on the seat and floor. He sits back panting and catching his breath as he feels his cum becoming hard, He groans and quickly grabs the wipes wiping down his body riding himself of his cum leftovers, And cleaning the seat and floor.

He throws his cum stained shirt into the hamper leaving him shirtless in the coldness of their place. And just then another ding comes from his phone, And he quickly picks the phone up left with an image and a few messages

Joong

“Hwaaa?”

“Seems like someone took my advice.”

“I miss you i wanna talk to you before i starttt.”

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And once seonghwa opens the image he feels his stomach drop. Completely shocked and in awe at the picture, The image shows off hongjoongs hand with his sweats, The blue light just barely lighting the shorter mans hand, And if you adjust the brightness you can see it almost perfectly. Hongjoong was holding the outline of his dick through the sweats. His team ring being lit up by the blue light and some of his dick outline also being lit.

He looked huge. And it took everything in seonghwa not to run into that bathroom and suck him dry, Choking on hongjoongs dick tearing up as the shorter mans fucks up into his mouth.

And just then seonghwa smiles at himself as he quickly pulls his sweats down slightly just showing off his vline, And the light just so perfectly shines showing his perfect abs and just stoping at his perfect hips. Vline just visible, Any further and his dick will peek out. And with that seonghwa takes a picture and sends it along with a text

Seonghwa

“Maybe you might go to sleep faster than you think joongie.”

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“Dream of me will you.? Also thanks for the tip.”

And just with that seonghwa unlocks the bathroom, Walking out with a proud smile and just before he enters his room he stares where hongjoong would be at in the bathroom and just as he enters his room he swears he could hear a groan.

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Quickly the morning arrives and seonghwa swears he had the sleep of his life, He walks downstairs and everyone turns to the usual grumpy seonghwa.

“Morning grump.” “Morning jongho.” Seonghwa replied with a smile and thats when yeosang and jongjo froze. Hwa walked past them to grab a banana from the counter behind them and walks back around and sits at the island across from the two.

Mingi turned his head and stared at seonghwa squinting at the older man trying to understand why hes not his normal grump self.

“What?” Seonghwa spoke up while having mouth full of banana. “Did you actually get sleep.?” San spoke in a soft and quiet tone, Everyone but hongjoong was confused.

Seonghwa glared over towards where hongjoong was standing at which was near the fridge, And the two locked eyes, Hongjoong smiled towards him and seonghwa smiled back and immediately everyone look at hongjoong.

“Oh my god did hongjoong help you get sleep? I heard he always stays up so im guessing he gave you tips!” Yeosang spoke up and everyone around broke out into “ohhh” and went back to their normal routine, Except wooyoung.

“Hongjoong how do you get good sleep even though san tells me it take you hours to sleep.” Seonghwa gets up to throw the banana away and grab a plate of food that wooyoung cooked earlier.

“Cant share my technique to those who dont need it.” The brown haired man said and wooyoung groaned in response.

Of course hongjoong wouldn’t say anything why would he? He would threaten the friendship by exposing themselves and saying “We jerked off last night together.”

No hongjoong wasn’t like that, And he knew that too. For the years he’s been with him in this group and the years they’ve been best friends he knows by heart hongjoong would never jeopardize anyone in the group but especially the bond they have.

And for the rest of the day he could feel hongjoongs focus on him, And seonghwa enjoyed every second. The sudden awkwardness he felt during the interview yesterday completely faded away after the two’s little fiasco last night. The weird feeling seonghwa felt as if he was feeling dirty at how much his heart would skip as joong looked at him was completely washed away as he feels something had been growing between the two and it was about to fully bloom.

Hours had passed and it was finally their break, Everyone ran to grab drinks or just lay on the couch or floor. And some just wanted to rest ontop of their preferred member. Seonghwa had walked past woosan who were practically cuddling on the dance practice floor, He had completely let his body go limp once he sat down on the black couch that rested in their practice room.

He laid his head back resting his arm on top the back of the couch while his other arm stay limp near his body. His chest was rising and falling slow as he was finally catching his breath after the hours of practice, His feet and back were killing him and he swore he developed a headache from the hardcore dancing he had just done.

And just when he felt at peace he hears footsteps approaching him slowly yet rapidly, He picks his head up and stares at an exhausted hongjoong who just walked up to him with a weak smile. He knew what his captain wanted and wouldn’t push him away, He also wanted to just rest with his comfort person.

And so they did, Hongjoong laid his whole body out on the couch and laid his head in seonghwas lap as if he were a cat just wanting to be near their owner constantly. The taller man softly played with the peaceful mans hair causing his body to relax more than it already was, He felt joongs soft inhales and exhales as he kept playing with his hair. This is what peace is. This is what he wants for the rest of his life.

Just afterwards seonghwa quickly falls asleep while hongjoong fell asleep in his lap, The two look so peaceful and happy just to be in this position, To feel completely safe and normal with small things like this. And the last thing seonghwa hears before fully sleeping is sans giggling and whispering.

At least an hour passed and seonghwa woke up as he felt hongjoong move to lay on his back, Seonghwa groans and lifts his head from leaning to the side and stretches his neck cracking the sharp pain he had from holding his neck in place like that. He then stared down and smiled at the half awake male that laid in his lap staring back at him.

“Hey.” Seonghwa spoke up his voice slightly deeper laced with the remaining drops of exhaustion that ran through his body.

“Hey.” Hongjoong responded back in his soft tone, The mix of the softness and deepness he heard made his heart skip.

The two just stared at each other with no more words spoken, The two stared into each others eyes, Their chests rising and falling slowly as they wake up from that nap. The air felt thick seonghwa felt suffocated in the air that traveled his body and wrapped around it. And that’s when seonghwa leaned in. Slowly their faces grew closer.

Seonghwa moved a piece of hair that fell onto hongjoongs face once the man had moved to get comfortable in the beautiful mans lap. Something about this made seonghwa want to risk everything. Hongjoongs gaze felt rough. Like if he was staring at him with such a huge want.

He stared eyes moving as he took in every detail. Seeing hongjoong relaxed in his lap, Seeing how beautiful hongjoong lips looked right now made his heart twist, The way his hair is laid out on his face was so hot. And he took in all the piercings he had, He always knew but to see them this close was perfect.

And the second he met eyes with hongjoong again he felt himself swallow hard and just for a few more seconds he held perfect eye contact until he stared again at hongjoongs beautiful lips and suddenly they crash together.

Hongjoong holding the back of Seonghwa’s neck as the two kissed, The kiss was quick and soft until they got longer and the kisses became intense. Hongjoong had fully sat up and moved away this time his body was staring towards hwa. Seonghwa took this quick second to look at the man’s entire body and how hot he looked as he started breathing faster. And in that second hongjoong snakes his hands around his waist and suddenly pulls him in by the waist.

Seonghwa kissed the man in response to this and suddenly he’s climbing on top of him sitting in his lap as the two kissed again.Hongjoong quickly bit the taller mans mouth causing him to open it allowing hongjoong to dominate his mouth. Taking every second to explore his mouth and just as he would do so the longer haired man whined into the kiss.

Suddenly hongjoong broke apart the kiss to catch his breath and take in the sight of a fully kiss fucked seonghwa, His lips were sore and bruised from the amount of rough kisses the two had.

“You look so beautiful.” Hongjoong said barely above a whisper as he leaned in to leave soft kisses and kitten licks to his neck, And as expected seonghwa tilted his head leaving his neck out for him to just abuse and mark up.

And hongjoong did just that, He started out with soft kisses and started biting and sucking on the mans neck leaving marks up and down his neck as seonghwa quietly moaned out with every marl to his neck.

“Joong-ah.. Is this.. mm.. okay?” Seonghwa moaned out as he stared into his eyes, Hongjoong had responded with a soft kiss to his lips and a smile.

“It is unless you don’t think so then i don’t mind stopping right here hwa.” The shorter man responded as he rubbed circles into seonghwa’s hips with his hands, It was comforting and perfect. This entire thing was.

“Mhm.” “Good im glad, Especially because of that perfect fucking tease last night.” Hongjoongs voice suddenly changed as if it was laced with lustrous undertones to his soft and needy tone.

“You liked it mmmff! Didnt you?” Seonghwa managed to speak up as hongjoong bit his neck again perfectly marking him up, And seonghwa loved every bite that he took because it symbolized that joong wanted hwa. He wanted people to know he’s his.

“Liked it? You know what you did.” Hongjoong said his tone was completely full of lust and it was driving seonghwa crazy.

“What did i do? I mean you helped me so i just wanted to show my appreciation.”He breathed out as the shorter man softly brushed his fingertips along seonghwas waist all the way up to his chest.

“Yeah by showing me your half naked sexy body while i was about to jerk off.?” And just as he said that he locked eyes with him again, And he swore he could’ve came at the spot, His eyes were so dark and hidden behind such a need such a want. It was so addictive to look in his eyes and feel himself harden more and more just with staring into his eyes.

“Well.. did it work.” “Fuck yes hwa.” And right with that sentence they crashed lips again this time it was dirty. Their lips sloppily making out, Hands traveling all over each other trying to find a perfect spot. And just as they did so seonghwa grinded his hips into hongjoongs, Their erections rubbing against each other. The sudden electric jolt that ran through their bodies sending shivers down their spines and causing pre cum to spill from their dicks was intoxicating.

The two men kept grinding against each other as if they were horny teenagers with nothing to use but a pillow to rut against. It was so hot, All seonghwa could hear was hongjoong groaning each time he rolled his hips into his. The friction being made was killing seonghwa.

Hwa then pulled his own shirt off just to feel closer to joong in anyway, He needed their skin to touch or he was going to fucking lose it. And immediately after hongjoong threw his to the side and immediately started attacking his shoulders with kisses and bites, Then his chest. Especially stopping at his muscular breasts.

That was one of hongjoongs favorite things about soenghwa. His beautiful full chest, He loved squeezing them and watching the mans face contort into such a pleased face, Watching how he reacted everytime he kissed his nipples, Hearing the beautiful sounds that slipped his mouth as he sucked and licked and bit his sensitive nipples.

Seonghwa was gripping the shorter mans shoulders as he sucked and treated his chest with such beautiful respect, The sounds hongjoong made while sucking and lapping at his chest was disgusting. And in that moment he wanted to cum.

“Joongie nghh.. Jagiya . Pleasee..” Hwa whined and hongjoong smirked as he stopped and flicked at seonghwas chest, Slightly pinching and pulling his nipples. “Yes baby?” He replied innocently and watched as seonghwa held back the loudest moan.

“Pleaseee . Joong.” “Speak jagi.” Hongjoong calmly responded just smiling up at the man who was a mess, His head was thrown back and sweat ran down his neck all the way towards his stomach. His body was covered in hickeys and bite marks, And fuck the whines spilling out of his mouth.

“I need your dick so bad.” Seonghwa moaned out as he locked eyes with hongjoong, And just like that he groaned quickly grabbing the waistband of his pants and immediately unbuttoning the pants and zipping them off, Lifting his hips up and seonghwa lifts himself up to rid himself of his pants, He sat back down on his lap their clothed dicks touching making the two bite their lips.

Hongjoong wrapped his hands around seonghwa’s long dick, Yeah it wasn’t as much as his but hwa’s size was easily 6inches. It was skinny and slightly thick and god in his eyes it was perfect. Seonghwa whimpered at the sudden grip around his neglected dick.

He slowly pumped the mans cock through his boxers and just as he did he watched seonghwa place his hands on hongjoongs things and throwing his head back as he arched up forwards. It was such s beautiful sight and he needed this man to be completely naked and a ruined mess now or else he was going to murder someone.

Hongjoong stopped and pulled both his and seonghwa’s boxers down to let their dicks spring together and to breathe. They both gasped at the cold air that smacked their dick violently, The coldness sending shivers down their body.

And just as hongjoong pulled both their dicks out he connects them by grabbing both of them and forcing them to rub together drawing a long mewl from seonghwa.

“Jagiya.. mm give me your hand.” Hongjoong groaned as he felt seonghwa’s dick twitch against his own it was such a thrilling feeling. Anyone could walk back into this room and catch the two here like this. Seeing seonghwa marked and bit up and on the brink of falling apart all at the cause of hongjoong.

And seonghwa held his hand out for hongjoong he watched as he brought his hand up to kiss it was so idiotic and adorable, And hongjoong held eye contact the entire time as he kissed his hand, And as quickly as it was cute it was hot.

Seonghwa watched as hongjoong placed his hand wrapped around both their dicks just like homgjoongs and seonghwa whimpered at the sight, He then grabbed seonghwa’s other hand and wrapped it about their dicks.

Hongjoong held an arm around seonghwa pulling him closer and their dicks rub again causing them both to moan at the sensation.

“Fuck, If you need to tap out just tell me okay.” Homgjoong said as he threw a sweet smile at hwa and im response he gets a nod amd a “hurry the fuck up please.” And just with that he starts jerking the two off at a normal speed, Seonghwa keeping his pace and doing the same as hongjoong, The two moan as they jerk each other off the feeling of having their dicks rub against each other as they pump their cocks together made seonghwa’s head spin.

He would’ve never expected that a simple “u up” text would’ve ended up with him moaning in his captains lap as he jerked his dicks off. But was he complaining? No.

“Look at me pleaseeee hwa.” Hongjoong had moaned out as he stared at him with half lidded eyes clouded by lust, The only thing on his mind was seonghwa and the feeling of his beautiful dick rubbed against his own. Seonghwa looked straight into hongjoongs eyes and moaned out as they both picked up the pace hongjoong groaned as he watched the taller boys eyes roll into the back of his head and throw his head back moaning loudly and letting curses slip past his kiss bruised lips.

Neither of them cared how loud they were just focused on how good it felt, The intoxicating sound of the wet slides of their cocks rubbing and being pumped, The strings of moans and whines of curses slipping out of hwa’s lips, And the groans and curses coming out of hongjoong filled their room and their ears. And that was their music.

Seonghwa felt his legs shake as he started pumping their dicks faster, He kept begging louder snd higher moaning out ‘fuck fuck fuck fuck.’ and a bunch of “joongie ah ah hongjoong!” in the middle of his begging. And once he saw seonghwa’s body jolt he immediately started squeezing his hand around their dicks and pumping them both fast and hard.

And just as he did that Seonghwa’s dick spasmed and squirted out strings of cum painting both their stomachs white and dicks coated, Seonghwa let out the loudest moan as he shot his cum all over his captain and himself, And hongjoong kept going even when seonghwa was a whimpering squeaking mess as he was being overstimulated.

“Hwa hwa hwa fuck im gonna cum.” Is all seonghwa heard before hearing a loud groan and watching as hongjoongs dick shot out loads mixing with seonghwa’s own cum. Once hongjoong let go of their dicks hwa let his body fall into joongs and took in his scent as he rode down from his high while joong drew circles in his back while hugging the man tightly.

“Hah, Who would’ve guessed the most innocent text lead up to the most disgusting masturbation session i ever had.” Hongjoong laughed out his voice raspy from all the groaning and moaning.

“I wouldn’t have wished for a different outcome.” The blonde spoke up kissing the smaller male before laying his forehead on his shoulder.

“Now please clean me up i feel horribly dirty.”

“Yes my princess.”

「AO3」 ────

[pluto-bop]

The Person You Care For Most (Terurei-ish)

When Teruya receives his motive video, he already knows who he’ll see. He still doesn’t take it well.

(This is my first DRA/SDRA2 fic, and I haven’t written anything in about a year, so sorry if I’m rusty or the characters seem OOC. And shoutout to @i-cant-stop-fandoming-help for inspiring me to write this!)

“The details of the video are different depending on the person, but each will feature the person you care for most.”

As soon as the words left Monocrow’s mouth, Teruya went stiff. He could tell people had started to talk again, started to ask questions, but their words all went in one ear and right out the other. His gaze lowered to the floor, and his mouth felt dry. The person he cared for most… even now, without her by his side, he could picture her perfectly in his mind. Her piercing golden eyes, her soft ginger curls, that warm look she always saved just for him…

…It couldn’t be, right?

He didn’t have time to dwell on it, being jolted out of his thoughts by an abrupt, booming voice. “You’re right!” Shinji cried, his gung-ho energy no less apparent than ever. Who the heck was he talking to…? Who was right about what? How long did he zone out for? “We can just choose NOT to watch it!”

For a few seconds, Teruya almost considered the idea. No way something Mikado called a motive would be any good to them, and maybe they’d be better off not knowing anyway. Maybe he’d rather not know… but as his mind drifted back to her, countless conversations replayed themselves in his head. Countless conversations where, over and over, he’d been told the same thing. Setsuka, Nikei, Sora… everyone. “Dead,” they each told him. “That Rei woman is dead.” Even when he refused to believe it outright, the thought haunted him every waking hour. The question never completely faded. Teruya clenched his jaw and let his hand fall to his side, carefully hovering over the pocket that held his Monopad.

“If you don’t watch the video, you’ll be punished.” Any other day, Teruya might have found the thinly veiled annoyance in Mikado’s voice amusing. Heck, he’d have found it hilarious. But this time… he couldn’t this time. Not now.

One or two people piped up in protest. Hibiki first, then Nikei after her. Part of Teruya wanted to snap at them, to tell them to just be quiet so they could watch their videos, so he could learn the truth, so he could see her face one last time… the other knew better. Of course he was antsy, his concern only growing with each passing second he was left in the dark. But could he really blame them? These people couldn’t be trusted. He knew that much. But still, when they tried so hard to keep it together and work as a team, this kind of setback would be demotivating for everyone. He knew that all too well. Still, the hand he kept waiting over his pocket twitched impatiently, and no amount of sympathy could stop the questions hurtling themselves around his mind in their own little hurricane of stress and anxiety. Teruya grimaced.

He wanted to say something.

He wanted to see her.

He needed to know if she was safe.

“Enough with the nonsense. If you’re gonna show us something, do it already. It’s already nighttime, and we’re wasting valuable time here.”

Teruya’s head snapped upward. He never thought he’d see the day he and Syobai agreed, and he felt a little guilty that they did. Maybe it was too blunt, and maybe it was a bit insensitive, but… what good would stalling be? A few people glared his way, not that Syobai seemed to mind. “Hmm… very well then.” Monocrow conceded with a firm nod. The room went silent, and everyone held their breath. In no more than five seconds, a number of dings went off. “I’ve now sent the videos. Please check your student handbooks.”

No one had to tell him twice. Teruya wasted no time damn near yanking his monopad right out of his pocket, briefly fumbling with (and nearly dropping) the device in the process. One or two others had already checked their student handbooks by the time he’d caught himself, but he barely noticed their reactions, let alone had time to acknowledge them. His focus was entirely set on the device in his hand, held so tightly his knuckles turned white. On it, a black screen with a white play button awaited his input.

Teruya braced himself, and hit play.

At first, nothing happened. No audio. No visuals. Nothing more than silent, black nothingness. Just as he thought to ask if it was glitched, some crackling noise stopped him. He focused back on the video with wide eyes and bated breath. The black began to fade, and the first thing to catch Teruya’s eye was the bright, illuminating flames growing higher and higher in what looked like a plaza. Where was this video taken…? He didn’t remember ever going to a plaza, nor did he remember anyone mentioning one to him, but for some reason it all felt so familiar... Screams erupted from within the video, and for a moment he could have sworn he heard his own among them. The camera zoomed in, slowly travelling closer and closer until it was enveloped by the flames. Teruya subconsciously brought the tablet closer to his face, fully engrossed.

Nothing could have prepared him to see his partner standing in the middle of all that fire.

Unsurprisingly, she recovered from the shock faster than most would have. Rei took a deep breath as she examined her surroundings, keeping her composure despite it all. Teruya had always admired Rei’s ability to keep calm even in the most dire of situations, but even she couldn’t hide her fear behind that stoic expression for long, and a similar sense of dread slowly began to wrap itself around Teruya.

“Damn it… Teruya!?”

He could feel his breath hitch when she started to frantically shout for him. “Teruya!” Rei shouted again, more firmly this time. He desperately wanted to respond, to tell her he was right there, that everything would be okay, and that’s when it hit him. Rei was there, and he was here. She was in danger, and Teruya wasn’t there with her. He was completely helpless to do anything but watch. As the video went on and the realization slowly creeped up on him, his heart began to sink. “I’m fine, just listen—“ she yelped, suddenly yanking her hand away from the fire. She tightly grasped her hand in the other with a pained hiss, but continued to call out to him. “You need to get out of there!” Despite her almost screaming by now, the horrified cries of whoever was on the other side seemed to completely down her out. Rei swallowed, the fear growing more evident on her face as the ever-growing flames closed in from every direction. “Get back to the boat, I’ll—“

Teruya and Rei gasped simultaneously as the bottom of Rei’s coat caught fire. Rei looked just as horrified as Teruya felt as she searched fruitlessly for a solution. An escape. Anything. She swore under her breath, running her fingers messily through her hair. “Alright,” Rei muttered to herself, her face pale and sweating. Her whole body trembled as she opened her mouth to shout one last time. “Teruya, I—!”

The screen went dark.

Teruya waited.

Nothing happened.

He felt sick.

He kept staring blankly at the screen, silently praying. This was just a glitch. There was more. There had to be more, that couldn’t be it. All those desperate attempts to convince him of Rei’s death came flooding back, and each argument seemed to repeat itself over and over on a painful, endless loop. Even as the others finished their own videos one by one, even as they began to scream and panic and cry, even though he’d so desperately wanted to help when he first arrived, Teruya did nothing. He couldn’t. He couldn’t comfort anyone, he couldn’t save anyone, god, he couldn’t even…

Teruya slipped his monopad back into his pocket. His vision blurred, and he struggled to tell if it was his hands shaking, or the rest of him. With everyone talking over each other, he could barely make out what they were saying. He couldn’t bring himself to try. All he could think of was Rei, the fire, her terrified expression, whatever she had tried to tell him before the video cut off… just picking apart his emotions felt like an impossible task. Fear. Despair. Rage. Confusion. And though on the verge of passing out, he just managed to tune back in once Monocrow cleared his throat.

“…To explain, you’ve probably seen a scene involving your most precious ones.” He scanned the crowd as if taking the time to analyze each individual face, and yet seemed to somehow avoid looking any of them in the eye. “I don’t know what kind of state they were in, but you each know what your own was like. So, here’s the highlight: three days! If a murder occurs within three days, I will show the blackened the final part of the video they watched.” So was why it cut off…? “In that video, you’ll see what happened to that person, where they are, and the state they’re in… so, you’ll get to see everything.”

The rest was a blur. So that was it. That was the motive. Teruya wanted to break down and cry, or hit something, or just do anything to rid himself of the utter misery that had befallen him. To be given a choice like that… killing someone to find out what happened to Rei, or never knowing… god, it was cruel. Teruya couldn’t kill anyone. He wouldn’t. He had made enough mistakes in his life, and he wasn’t eager to make more. But having seen all that, having no idea where Rei could be, and having no idea how to proceed… his whole world stopped. He took a deep breath in, then a deep breath out, grasping his scarf for comfort. Keep it together, Teruya. He told himself. What would Rei do? What would Tsurugi do? What am I going to do…?

“M-Mikado… Sannoji…” He whispered, his desperation barely contained as he seethed. “You bastard… what— what did you do to her…!?”

“Oh my,” Mikado sneered. “Has my dear Teruya already forgotten? You can find all the answers your heart desires all by yourself! You don’t even need to ask me! Well…” A sadistic grin formed on the masked half of his face, the other half deadpan as ever. “…If you want it badly enough.”

Teruya froze. It didn’t take a genius to understand the implications. Not after it had been explained so clearly. But he refused to believe it. Any of it. Rei wasn’t really dead. He wouldn’t really have to kill anyone to find the truth. None of this was really happening. Images of that damned video flashed through his mind despite his attempts to cast them out. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t happening. “I-It can’t be true,” Teruya declared aloud, desperately clinging to that last, baseless strand of hope. “Yeah…” He reassured himself again. “That can’t be true!”

He pushed past someone—he couldn’t tell who—in his beeline for the exit. He could hear somebody calling after him, but didn’t look back. He just needed to think. It was a coincidence. No matter what he saw or what anyone told him, there had to be something else. Something that could explain what he saw. All he had to do was find it.

Rei was still alive.

She had to be.

Even if no one else believed it.

Even if Teruya didn’t believe it.

[inventedfangirling]

Nanon + Khao in 55:15 Never Too Late appreciation post

I had been wanting to watch "55:15 never too late" for the LONGEST time. For several reasons not least among them was that it featured two of my most favourite thai actors - nanon & khaotung. And pls the premise of five 55 year olds returning to their younger 15 yr old bodies in order to make some changes to their past selves and the hijinks that ensue is interesting enough. But ofc the prime reason i was there was to watch the acting masterclass that i knew nanon and khaotung would deliver. I'm only 3 episodes in but im already bowled over.

Nanon especially. I don't know if there is any role that he can't do. he just becomes the role he is doing. It's virtually impossible to see nanon in the role he is playing.

This scene where he is hiding from prim. What shook me was just how much of childishness nanon was able to convey in this scene. He's playing a 15 year old after all. And he does an excellent job of it. Not at all in a forced caricature sorta way. In fact he was so convincing i had to replay several scenes multiple times. It was so very impressive.

And look at that. That's pining personified and you cant even see his face. He is just THAAAT good.

His body language, his micro-expressions, the delivery of dialogues, everything is just pure perfection.

Look at him absolutely nail the look of a lost hurt child who doesn't know who or what to turn to. He really has no business being this good!?!

I was in a bad mood when i was watching that episode. But Nanon is just so good at his job that by sheer force of his acting brilliance he turned my mood around.

His dimples helped for sure. of course.

i mean LOOK AT THEM.

This scene was especially fantastic. Really fun to watch.

But i meant something much more intangible.

You know that feeling when you feel better just by seeing certain works of art, a painting or a sketch, or if you're looking at the sky, or listening to a piece of music, just knowing that such beauty exists in the world by itself enough to lift you up?

Watching Nanon do his thing in this episode felt more or less like that!

Especially this scene that took my breath away.

How was he just 20 when he did this??? it's so mind blowing!

I'll never not be beyond grateful that i decided to watch bad buddy, cos 1. it gave me patpran and 2. it gave me nanon! one of the finest actors i have seen in my entire life. EVER. And he's just 22? I really can't wait to see what all he does over the course of his acting career!

Episode 3 follows the adventures of Khaotung's character "Songpol". I loved his story the most out of all 5 of them. No surprises here. How it's about an adult closeted gay man decides to stop suppressing his identity and live out a life he had denied himself all along. How he has known that he was gay for decades but because he hid that part, he still remains a sorta baby gay at the age of 55, and how this time/body reversal situation gives him a second chance at a more free life.

And while there were fewer opportunities for moments of acting brilliance, he did amazingly well in whatever there was.

And more importantly there wasn't a single second where he was on screen where my heart wasn't brimming with affection.

I especially am LOVING this gay uncle and supportive niece dynamic. We usually see it the other way around so loving this twist on the usual trope. Also khaotung does SO well in this scene where he is occupying his 15 yr old body but his facial expressions reveal the maturity of a 55 year old uncle of his niece who he is talking to.

Also LOVING the way he fanboys over "Jaya".

His devotion is so visible. It's unbelievably endearing. I would make a home for him in my pocket if i could.

Like that's MY baby. A whole cutie patootie.

And also he is SO so handsome i could just watch him just existing for hours.

Gorgeousness🤌

I'm so excited for him to be living out his happy dream gay life. He deserves it so much. Pining for decades and then finally going to confess and then finding out he has found somebody else yet again, just next level of pain. He needs his happy ending. And he better be getting it. I am really looking forward to it.

What i'm not looking forward to is how the multiple love triangles the show has already set up is going to blow up in everyone's faces. It's such an annoying trope. But ANYTHING for a show featuring Nanon and Khao. And for the most parts i am LOVING this show, hopefully i will love it till the end :')

[tyedyeinherveins]

My thoughts on the new Linkin Park...which are JUST MY OPINIONS.

As a teen I remember my first favorite BAND(I was a pop girl before this) being Linkin Park, I had their posters on my wall, I had shirts and bought all the magazines they were featured in. I had all the albums and in my depressed moments(which were a lot at times) I replayed "My December" and "Somewhere I Belong" probably a bazillion times. I was a mega fan for years and their lyrics helped me endure tough times.

Eventually as time went on I discovered Good Charlotte and thus began my emo phase and I listened to LP less and less but the love never died.

Fast forward to the day I heard the news...I remember exactly where I was.

My Mom,Daughter and myself were at the doctors office with my Grandpa who was starting to have health issues(he was in his 90s) My daughter and i were in the waiting room while they went in with the doctor.

I got a text, I cant remember from who(maybe my ex?) I'm not sure,but the text read " did you hear about Chester?" At this point I hadn't but as soon as I go onto FB im bombarded with posts like Rip Chester Bennington & Linkin Park front man dead from suicide. I audibly gasp which makes a few heads turn in the waiting room. I can feel the tears burning my eyes but I can't cry around all these people so I held it in But to say my heart was broken was an understatement. The rest of the day I felt numb.

Someone who helped so many of us with our demons couldn't outrun his own in the end. Utterly tragic and such a horrible loss for the music world. And I still feel this way and still struggle deeply myself with depression and my own mind. Sometimes I picture Chester in those final moments because sometimes I feel so low that I wonder what it would be like in those moments but I have kids I have to care for and if I'm gone there is no one else here responsible enough to take care of them. So I live for them, even when I wish so badly that I wouldn't wake up some days. (The song Heavy could could been legit been written about me) I wish Chester could have found some peace in his life, I truly hope he has it now.

I still mourn his death,I probably will forever. Will there be a day I can watch his last performance(I also have thoughts on this, the look in his eyes) and not cry? Doubtful.

Fast forward to last week when LP announced a new lead singer.

*I audibly sigh* I have such mixed emotions I don't know where to begin.

Even before they announced I always said I wish they could do what the band Apocalyptica does and just have guest singers on new tracks OR have Mike be the new main vocalist. I still stand by this.

I have absolutely nothing against Emily because frankly I know nothing about her. Her voice is fine and I may even check out HER band in the future but why does this feel like a punch in the gut?!

I never got to see LP live and if I remember correctly they were touring or getting ready to with MGK before Chester died. I remember saying I wanted to get tickets if they were near me...unfortunately that never happened. I see that LP plans a tour soon with Emily, and I don't think I could bring myself to go. If it were just the original guys i would absolutely, it's just not the same not to mention we are down 2 original members as well?! No I don't think my heart could handle finally seeing them live but like this. I'll pass.

Why not just start a new band with a new name at this point? I'd support that. Don't sing old LP songs with Emily.

Recently I saw Chester's son had lots to say about it(nothing good) while I understand I don't think I agree with it to the extreme he does but then again Chester wasn't my dad so maybe he knows more than we do? I don't know.

I don't doubt Mike and the guys love and miss Chester too but there's no LP without Chester in my opinion. I don't even doubt that Chester would give this his blessing but I'm sorry I can't get behind it.

Also,tell me what band that replaced their lead singer has ever done well after doing so? I can't think of any.

Anyways....big sigh. I wanted to get my thoughts out there.

I do plan at some point to get a tattoo of Chester,once I find the right photograph and a artist that will do it justice.

Gonna go listen to some old LP now.

Much love.

National Hotlines

* 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline: Call or text 988

* Crisis Text Line: Text HOME to 741741

* Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA): 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

Online Resources

* National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI): https://www.nami.org/

* The Jed Foundation: https://jedfoundation.org/

* MentalHealth.gov: https://youth.gov/federal-links/mentalhealthgov

[guessknee]

130423 Final Fantasy XVI Showcase

"I'm going to drop 200+ hours in this game"

some quick notes then ill start blabbering :)

Naoki Yoshida as producer! he played a huge part in the relaunch of FF XIV and saved the game honestly love that man.

The story of FF XVI isn't related to any of the other games so this can be a great game for anyone to play even if they aren't caught up with the stories of other games.

okay now we ramble

CLIVE ROSFIELD <3 already a slay we love to see it

having a world map system with updated locations as the story progresses and the ability to fast travel is a GOD SEND omg the amount of times id get lost especially in the crisis core remake that had me LOST when i had to get Cloud the clothes in that one part (iykyk).

riding chocobos. enough said.

combat. final fantasy but with real time combat. the interface also looks amazing its simple (doesn't take up too much space on the screen) but its easy to understand. and theres button mashing sections in combat. i LOVE a good button mashing its the rhythm game player in me i swear. theres also a lot of accessibility features in the game which is great to see cause you can tell they really want everyone to be able to play adn it can also help with casual players who dont want to be stressed out and rage quit every 10 minutes (lowkey me). side note. controlling infrit. end of side note.

the leveling and ability system reminds me of a mix of final fantasy x and god of war just based on looks alone and i LOVE both of those games.

the training area. this. they popped off with this. it sounds like a "oh who would really use this" type of thing but honestly sometimes you gotta just keep retrying combos and other things just to get used to it so if im ever confused about anything i will definitely end up there.

story focus mode. i think if i replay the game depending on how long it takes me to beat it or if i really want a platinum i will replay on story focus mode so i can relive the story but without being as stressed.

MEOW MEOW WOLF FRIEND. we can give him treats. literally shed a tear when i saw that.

arcade mode. im gonna grind in the training area so i can smoke kids in the arcade mode. i dont have classes in the summer so all my time WILL be put in this game hence the "200+ hours"

theres bounties to hunt. theres a library to fill. theres so many side quests to complete when you want to take a break from the actual story or if you complete the game and want to play even more. I cant wait to see what is needed to plat the game.

im so excited for this game i cant wait. the last game i played that i dropped a lot of hours in was persona 5 (not royal) and i dropped a little over 180 hours into the game...

[julibeeline]

hey! okay so dream said that he gets really heated in arguments and says stuff he doesn’t necessarily mean but after the arguments done and it’s been a couple hours he feels really bad about what he says and apologises, do you think you could write something based off of that? if you could include something like he leaves the house for a while and comes back to see you asleep on the couch after waiting for him? going. From angst to fluff

while i ostracize the ones who love me, back.

[cc!dreamwastaken x reader]

a/n: this one took a while, thanks so much for the request, it was fun to write :) enjoy <33

you could sense dream’s sour mood from the moment you walked into the living room. the evident frown on his face and his stiff body was not something you were used to. you slowly sat down on the couch next to him, gently brushing his shoulder up and down.

you had just finished an smp stream with george, just messing around the server and making joking comments here and there. but to dream, however, just looked like a bunch of bullshit.

the continous,

“hey y/n look what i got for you!”

“george touch me again and i will kill you with my sword”

“we make a good team y/n”

really set dream’s temper off to its finest.

he backed away from your touch, looking at you with pure rage and distress. 

“hey baby, whats wrong? d’ya wanna grab food maybe? or we can just watch a mov-“

“im not really in the mood right now, y/n. cant you tell?” he says, catching you off guard with his harsh tone. he saw the look of panic on your features for a split second.

“okay, then tell me whats going on.”

“its not like you would care anyways” he mumbles. since when did he get so bitter? you swore he was in a good mood, peppering kisses all over your face just before you left to george’s stream; less then 2 hours ago. 

“is this about the stream? is something bothering you clay?” you ask.

“of course its about the fucking stream y/n. take a goddamn hint.” his voice raises, harshly standing up in defense as you remain seated on the couch alone. you lift your head up to see his hands wavering all over the place.

“its about george. and its always about george for you isnt it? do you even like me? WHY ARE EVEN WITH ME IF YOURE GONNA SPEND HALF YOUR TIME TALKING TO GEORGE!” the words come spewing out of his mouth at a fast pace, too fast you almost couldnt catch them.

“what are you talking about?” you say, the temper building up in your chest. the pressure and anger let out of you making you feel unsteady.

“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!” dream shouts. hes never shouted before.

“i couldnt care less if you left me for george, i dont even care about our relationship anymore. you ruined it, y/n. you ruined our relationship and days go by where im left wondering when youre gonna break up with me.” he walks around the living room in rage, the eeire silence felt too loud.

“go back to your stupid fucking streams with him. im going to take a drive.” he mumbles walking towards the door, grabbing the car keys off the counter.

hot tears blurred your sight, it all happened so fast. his words felt like a knife in your heart; you couldnt bare to take it out. those nasty words that were directed to you made you want to slap him across the face.

and so you started crying. as much as you wanted to cry your heart out, the only thing that came out of you was a silent sob. your body shook on the couch as you dropped your head to your knees, rocking yourself back and forth. your breath shuddered as it became harder for you to calm down.

as dream threw opened his car door, he ran his hands through his hair taking in a deep breath. he took the argument too far, his plans to carefully confront you about it had been buried inside his chest the moment you came out of the room. he sat in the drivers seat for a second, before turning the keys and drivng out of the house.

over time, the burning anger in his chest died down. but as it happened, the guilt built up. he thought back to his words, furrowing his eyebrows as he replayed each and every word in his head. everything he said was out of pure anger; “the heat of the moment” as some would say.

he cared about the relationship. for fucks sake, he cared so much. but when he felt your attention shift from him to george every single day, he couldnt help but want you to feel the same betrayal. the jealousy in his throat every time you called, texted or even talked about george in front of him got too much to handle.

he turned the music up, stressfully tapping the side of the car handle. he tried to slow his breathing and stop the tears from clouding his vision, but it seemed to have no use. he pulled over to the side of the empty, dark road. 

and then he let the tears fall. he sobbed into his hands. the fear of you leaving him made him say it to you; he wanted you to feel the fear of him leaving you. if you did care, that is.

I thought I couldn't love anymore

Turns out I can't,

but not for the same reasons as before

I use everyone I ever meet

I can't find the perfect match

Abuse those I love

While I ostracize the ones who love me,

Back

On the path of least resistance

I find myself salting the Earth

Every time that I miss you

I feel the way you hurt

And I don't deserve you

You deserve the world

Though it feels like we were built

From the same, dirt.

he turned the music off in fustration, clenching his muscles. he took a moment to calm down, his mind racing of things he should say to you when he got back. the apologies and the “please dont leave me, please forgive me’s”

by the time he reached the front door of the house, it was near midnight. he hesitantly turned the key and walked in. 

and you were there. asleep on the couch with the tv silently playing in the background. as he got closer to you, he noticed the tear stains on your cheeks, and ones on the sleeves on your sweater. it made him want to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

you were awoken by a gentle shaking, as you looked up to whoever it was. it was dream. his eyes were red and his hair was messy, as he brought you into a hug the moment he saw your eyes open.

“im so sorry baby, i didnt mean any of it.” he cries. he sobs so hard on your shoulder before you can even process it. you rub his back as he struggles to speak, hicupps interuppting his words. “please dont leave me” he mumbles repeatedly. 

“im not going anywhere, clay.” you say.

you werent ready to forgive him, you were ready to listen. 

and he was ready to speak.

the kisses at night, cuddles before breakfast and the “I love you’s” in the car were too good to give up just yet.

[fcknstar]

,, arrest me, major "

valerian x gen!reader

a.n. ive been vv addicted to the idea of valerian being vv needy but dominant, m gonna write it soon. i love love this cause i imagined this when i was abt to sleep. DANE DEHAAN BDAY AHAHA!! my taglist.

warnings : suggestive ending.

**lowercase intended**

playing cat and mouse was one of the things you enjoyed a lot. having major valerian chase you like a cat because of how quickly and sneakily you were able to slip into the cracks like a mouse. 

during one of his missions, which included him taking the last pearl from the long destroyed planet mul, he had realized that you switched the actual pearl with a fake one. he noticed how light the pearl was and saw you walking off right after you 'bumped' into him, muttering a quick apology for your clumsiness and handed him the fake pearl. 

" hey " valerian called out to you. but you were too quick, as if you had done this countless times. 

valerian however, was constantly blocked by such ads being popped up by aliens, losing sight of you. 

he knew that if he didnt get the pearl, he would have such consequences. running off to look for lauraline, he panicked. he was not going to mess up on such a simple mission, and there were you, doing exactly just that for him. 

" lauraline, i lost the pearl. im very sorry but there was this girl, beautiful hair and features, bumped into me and literally swapped the actual pearl for a fake one. " he rambled on, showing the fake pearl to lauraline. she couldn't help but sigh and give him a death stare. 

" youve got me to kidding me, valerian? you do know that this mission is incredibly important and you just messed it up big time. "

" yes, m very away of that. thank you very much. " removing the special glasses, looking around in frustration. what caught his eye was that he saw a very familiar figure walking into some type of space ship. it couldnt be. 

" sir, ive got the pearl. " placing the pearl into a confinement. 

" youve done great. i have another mission for you, and then you are free to do whatever you like until the next one. " your sir informed, letting you prepare your mind mentally for the next mission. 

walking into your room, you sighed. ' god, i cant wait to have a break.. ' you thought. 

placing yourself under a memory watcher that replays your recent memory, you tried to see whether you went wrong somewhere and there it is. before you went into the spaceship, you turned around to look at the empty patch behind you. you often walked in without looking behind to ensure no one saw you, but you were sure that you probably attracted a certain someone.

back in alpha, valerian was getting an ear full about how irresponsible he had been during the mission. it was very rare for this to happen, and valerian wasnt having any of it. 

" alex, are you able to detect anything from this pearl. i know its fake but is there anything left behind in that pearl? " 

" collaborating data. it seems like this is just a fake pearl from earth. but there are fingerprints left that doesnt match any of the people here. would you like to find more information, major? " a robotic voice played. 

" yes, alex. " 

" it seems like this is the fingerprint of sergeant marlene monae from cooperate diverse. cooperate diverse is located on the other side of the planet of a thousand cities. " valerian nodded. quickly thanking alex, he got suited up to get the pearl back to its rightful owner. 

taking his skyjet, he skillfully dodged multiple boulders. and by the time he reached cooperate diverse, you had left for your mission way before. 

valerian waited for a right time to slip in, not knowing how advanced the technology is. so when a ship left and opened the gate, valerian quickly slipped into it.

" alex, do you know where marlene is? " he thought itd be better if he were to just confront you, not wanting to attract more attention. 

" 100° from your left, straight down until the big patch of manmade land. then turn to the right and up the lift to level 13. last room to the left. " 

valerian counted himself lucky because no one seemed to be around him, it being very quiet. once he maneuvered through the whole entire cooperation with the help of alex, he saw a figure walking into the said room that was supposedly yours. 

once you pushed the door shut, valerian was quick to stop the door from completely shutting, not daring to move in yet since he didnt know your next move. hearing another door shut, he quickly peeped through and made sure that no one was in sight, before slipping into your room. 

your room was very clean, but too big for his liking. what he learnt about the cooperation is that it was mostly made out of soundproof walls to ensure maximum security of the sharing of conversations and plans. walking around your room, he tried to inspect it, just in case you knew he was coming. 

when valerian was sure that there were no traps, he quickly opened the door to the room where you disappeared to. and there you were, sitting in the chair near your desk peacefully. carefully and quietly walking up behind you, he saw you researching the pearl he thought you still had in your possession. 

“ its beautiful isnt it? “ valerian teased. not expecting anyone behind you, you jumped up in shock. 

“ fuck. “ you muttered. you were right. you messed up. you didnt know how he was able to find you, but whatever it is, you know he wont stop until you surrender. 

“ give it to me back. “ valerian pulled out a gun, not knowing what power that gun holds you hold your hands up. 

“ i dont know what you are talking about..major “ you gave him a smug look.

leaning to the side, he pointed behind you.

“ that. “ 

“ i dont have it. “ 

" dont lie. " valerian advanced towards you. backing up, you realized you were against your desk. 

" its either you give me it, or i do something worse. "  he suggested. 

" what are you going to do? " you laugh breathily. 

" arrest me, major. " you leaned forward, just enough to sense valerian tense up. 

" you know what? i might just do that.. " he whispered, leaning in. 

feeling valerian wrap his arms around your waist, pushing you down onto your desk just enough for you to stabilize yourself. valerians touch made you feel safe, too safe for your liking. it felt like he was able to kill all negativity off, risk himself and the world to save you. valerian then pushed your legs apart and stood in between them to get as close to you as he could. you didnt care whether this was going to be a one night stand. he cared, because he had never seen someone like you, met someone like you, felt someone like you. and just like that, you are the object of his possession and lust. 

his to love, his to care about, his to fuck.

[cynettic]

I just read Kitsune reader x yan Scaramouche's fic, may I have gotten hooked on it? and of course, it's just perfect and that's why I'm here to lose a part two with nsfw, thank you in advance and understand if you refuse:3

Link to Part 1

Summary - Taking you captive, Scaramouche continues to see you as a pillar of support. Coming back home to have you there, always. Even if it meant chaining you up.

Pairings - F!Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Smut, slight noncon ( I tried to make it as consensual as possible but its difficult with yandere themes ), fingering, electricity play

Rating - NSFW

Penpal - Ahhh I'm actually beginning to get attached to this series, might end up writing a couple more posts with different hc and stuff. I hope you liked the post though, have a great day <3

A/N - The literal definition of the ‘stoic cruel boy who’s mean to everyone but you.’ Oh well, Scaramouche is ooc af, but I did change a few things in his backstory so its supposed to make sense for this story ;) Also- since we dont know Scaramouche’s actual name, I have the reader still… yknow, call him Scaramouche. Which is kinda weird cause its his harbinger name but oh well. Also, credit to @cycletr4in for proofreading it ;3

Taglist - @cursedraiden

Stay with Me pt.2

Scaramouche was a gentle captor.

In contrast to piercing eyes and harsh stares when it came to others, he had a soft spot for you. Like the ice that encased him whole melted at your touch, craving for the warmth only you could give him. For your arms around him, to play pretend and imagine he were a child, free, fearless, unbound. A child in your arms, safe and protected.

But you were held hostage, which meant that the chains around your wrists and legs held you down and secured you. Like you were bound to one spot like you’d always been, except this time you didn't have a choice.

You weren't waiting for the Kitsune Saiguu.

Hell, you didn't even have your vision.

This brought on resentment for the dark haired boy. You hated him, you despised him for holding you down under his own judgment. But at the same time, all you saw in him was a child, a little kid who hadn't had the time to grow up. The one who refused to do so because it was his only way to survive in the type of world he lived in. Hide behind that same facade he developed as a kid, snide remarks and unrelenting cruelty.

Just to come back to your arms, sobbing because he was still that child. Sobbing because he was still hurt. Sobbing because you were still his beacon of light, of hope.

He depended on you.

And as much as you built up harsh words to use against him, they dissolved in your mouth when you saw him. His vulnerability that he saved for you and you only. A deep part of you cared for him, a little too much.

Gentle fingers brushed through the locks of Scaramouche’s hair, twirling it around and playing with the strands. It was smooth, a small detail no one would have the chance to notice from the distance he put around himself and others. A quiet hum left his lips as he leaned against your chest, eyes fluttering closed against the soothing feeling of you against him.

The lavish silk sheets were soft against your skin, pillow pushing your form to sit up. Just enough to have Scaramouche in your arms, knees on either side of his body as his head rested under your chin. His chest rose and descended, almost on beat with yours, if not just a tad slower.

You hoped he wouldn't hear the way your heart thrummed against your chest.

Warmth, his body flushed against yours, the luxury of a bed and the small candlelight on your bedside. Different from what you’d grown into just on the side of the trail, sitting for decades. Or with your time with the Kitsune Saiguu, it was never this warm, never this gentle.

But this warmth ended at your beating heart, furiously blazing. Sending an urge of adrenaline through your body, whispering ‘run’ through your veins. A primal urge that would've had your hands around Scaramouche’s neck, till he was wrangling and dead.

Till you could escape.

Hand slowly sliding down his jawline, you let your gentle fingers ghost along the soft skin of his neck. Claws outstretched and ready, sharp and pointed with a deadly intent to kill. You could end him so quickly, overturn his trust and make an escape. You deserved it, you deserved freedom. Not a delusional boy who thought himself protector against someone who’s lived decades more than him.

Jolting at the sensation of a soft grip on your wrist, you watched with idle fascination as he simply cupped your wrist in his hold. Not stopping you, not restraining you, he simply brought your hand to his face. To his lips where he pressed the softest of kisses into your palm. So heartfelt and genuine that all you could do was freeze, not even considering clawing his face.

“I love you.”

You both stayed in that position for a few moments more, silence cradling the tension that slowly dissipated from your body. Forlorn eyes watching as he shift the angle of your wrist to kiss your fingertips. He wasn't waiting for an answer, basking in these soft moments where he could hide in your hold. Like a child, forced to grow up too quickly, yearning back for his foolish naivety, yearning for the childhood he missed.

You were that childhood.

Which is why he clung to you so dearly, showed expressions he didnt know he could make, hold you captive under the impression that it was ‘right.’ What he was doing was okay.

Claws retracted, you pursued your lips, holding back the tears of frustration that burned at your eyes. You hated him, hated him for the chains on your wrists, for the disappearance of your vision that you’d given so much value to. Hated him for the warmth he still made you feel.

You hated him.

You felt like a housewife in some respects. Not with the cleaning and cooking part, and of course no children were part of the equation. But in terms of support, you stayed rooted to that room, loose chains too strong for you to break or tug holding you down. Window was too far, and you were stuck moving around the bed and the desk that sat just a little farther away.

Attempts at having your vision back or more freedom in movement had been discussed with Scaramouche, but as childlike and free as he acted with you, he was not an idiot.

“I don’t plan on underestimating you,” was his answer, head resting on the plush of your chest. “You’re strong, always were. But I have to take extremes to make sure you don’t get hurt, some people out there are stronger than you.”

You wanted to point out that there were a ton of people stronger than him as well, but you kept your mouth shut. “Can I at least see the house? I’ve been cooped up here for so long…”

And he cant say no to such an innocent request as that right?

So he unlocks the chains, the vision at his side reminding you that he was strong. You solely knew that he’d been tough as a kid, and under the intensive training he’d seemed to endure, he was much much stronger. You werent willing to give it a go and lose his trust just yet.

Not like he really trusted you anyways-

At the very least, you’d hoped to get some sort of blueprint of the house, and all you’d received was confusion and your mind making up that the house itself was a maze.

“Didnt we… just pass through here?”

Glancing at the obvious frustration on your face, Scaramouche chuckled, pulling your arm through the hallways you swear you’d seen three times prior. “Nope, most of the hallways look pretty similar. The house wasn't built for dumbasses.”

You flashed him a look and were about to make some snideish rebuttal before you saw the smirk. You knew what he was doing, trying to comfort you with casual arguments you both used to have. Consisting of you telling him to work on his people skills, and him calling you a lazy ass. Of course you missed it, but you also knew you couldn't go back to it.

And then there was the issue when you learned that he was a harbinger.

A scene you didnt want to replay in your head, when a maid burst into your room, Scaramouche acting a tad more intimate. He had an awful tendency to do that, hug your waist and press his face against the crook of your neck. Press gentle kisses down the length of your shoulder that had you shuddering. You weren't used to intimacy, and considering you’d watched him grow up, it was just weird.

Stuttering, the maid had demanded that he was requested by the Tsarista. You’d seen the fear in her eyes when Scaramouche slowly turned to her, seen the unshakable immobility of standing under his gaze.

“Do not enter.” He said, “It’s on the door.”

That was the first time you’d seen Scaramouche kill.

You hoped it’d be the last.

But you’d seen death before, so much death in the time of the Kitsune Saiguu. And for a few seconds, you found yourself fearless as you yanked against the chains, yelling at his figure at the doorway.

“Tsarista?” You snarled, standing just a few feet away from him. His hand on the girls neck, clenching around the pretty skin of hers. Disgusted, the chains that held you back from closing the gap and throwing the girl away from him were impossible to overcome. “Why the hell does she need you?!”

‘Let go,’ you wanted to say. ‘Let her go, she’s going to die.’

It worked, because the ironclad grip was gone, the maid tumbling to the ground lifelessly. You’d been too late, and now her blood was on his hands, your hands. This was your fault and you had half the self control not to thrash against the chains with sharp claws, hands on his neck.

The hard steel gaze vanished in an instant, and like he’d regained his senses, he took a few steps to you. Hands clenching to fists before loosening to fingertips brushing against his palms. Confusion, regret and guilt clouded his features like a child waiting to be reprimanded. You didn't back away, stood firm and fierce when standing and keeping a tough front.

You wanted to cry.

“Its… its a long story.” He finally stated to your question, and when you didnt budge, he took a deep breath. In control again, he closed the distance between the two of you, “I’m sorry.” And that same thrum of electricity jolted through your body, sending you into a spiral of the girls lifeless eyes and Scaramouche’s childlike eyes. Till everything went black.

You woke up with the body gone. Scaramouche was gone as well.

You learned that Scaramouche liked to have things his way. Which meant that he was always in control, always had control of every situation.

Even in those short stretches of vulnerability when he rested in your arms, he still held something over you. And you had to adapt, shift for his wishes, coddle him and stay as his beacon. Because he was stronger, and even if you’d find some way to escape, he would find you.

It was odd, and you slowly let go of the image of him as a child, you knew he was a lot older. He’d probably reached the age your body was stuck in, and with every sweet kiss he pressed to your lips, you knew he saw you as some sort of lover. But as someone who wasn't in control, you simply had to play along, just until you found some way to make your escape.

Without killing him.

_-_-_-_-_

“Strip.”

Laying on one side of the bed, your eyes jolted open at the commanding voice. Slowly, you sat up, eyeing the dim figure at the doorway. Without the help of a candle or the moonlight at the window, you could distinguish Scaramouche at the doorway, taking off the large headpiece as he flung it to the ground.

“Excuse me…?” Your voice was soft, rusty after an evening nap.

“I’ll make you feel good,” was his only answer. Slowly making his way to the bedside till he could properly face you. His eyes were soft, but there was an odd sort of determination that you hadnt seen before. You held back his stare, confusion lacing your features when he suddenly started pulling off loose decorations that hung on his clothes. Just till he unlaced the vest and slid off his shirt. “Don’t worry.” But you didnt know quite what he meant until he leaned further to you, catching you off guard.

So you yelped when his hands suddenly slammed down on your shoulders, shifting you to have access to the buttons of your top layer. He was quick when undoing them, simply swatting away at your hands when you protested and tried to pull him away. Throwing it to the edge of the room when he was done, you could only thrash in horror when he undid your trousers just as quickly, pulling them down before you could grab them back up.

“Scaramouche? Hey-”

And then he threw you down on the bed, exposing you in your undergarments in the cool air of the room. Shivers crept up your spine and bristled across your skin, and before you could curl up to at the very least hide away, you felt a tug at your chains. Fear finally settled in when you saw Scaramouche attach the chain to the bedpost, until your hand was lifted up and he began to do the same to the other.

“Wait wait wait, stop and explain what you’re-”

Only then did he pause from what he was doing, slowly looking down to properly face you. His eyes slid up and down your body, and he took a step towards you. “I’ll make you feel good,” were his only words, and you were forced to take them as all he was planning on giving you. Only when he sat on the bed next to you did you realize what he meant, hand settling on your shoulder, waiting.

“Alright,” you said slowly. Painfully, the words bit your tongue, but you were merciless against someone who had control against the situation. You could say no and you knew Scaramouche would stop, he was gentle to you and you only. And even if he’d been firm just before, you knew that he’d still stop if you asked him to.

A part of you felt thrilled to have that power over him.

Another part of you just wanted to escape.

But you didnt have any hope to do so unless you were willing too give him everything. Because he expected everything and would do anything in his power to obtain it. You’d let him fiddle around with this delusion, thinking that he had control. Until he didnt.

Which is why you didnt flinch when his hand gently slid up your stomach, cold against the warmth you’d had under the blankets. Rubbing gingerly against your skin and drawing smooth shapes over before he slowly slid over your body. His eyes seemed to glint under the darkness of the room, lust filled and wanting.

You didnt shift uncomfortably, you pretended to be that doll he expected you to be.

Just staring up at him as he slowly leaned down to kiss you. His lips felt like snowflakes on a winters day, idly swaying side to side to catch one in your mouth. Jolting like electricity when they melted into your touch, red and swollen when he pulled back. You now vividly felt every touch, as if a current flowed and static jittered in the places he briefly brushed his fingertips.

“You always take such good care of me,” he breathed, lips slowly drifting down your chin. Just past your jawline and right on your neck. The space between your head and shoulder, a soft vulnerable spot that had your lips humming at the affectionate pressure. “Its my turn to take care of you.”

And then his lips were everywhere, collarbone, shoulders, cleavage. Just until his teeth were tugging off your bra, face nuzzled in between both breasts. Both of his hands now resided on your hips, grabbing both thighs to hold them up and against him. You could feel him hard, pressing so close to your heated core.

You managed to keep your reactions in check.

Just until he slowly grinded against you, mouth on your breasts as he again pecked the soft mounds, molding his lips against them as if he could remember the texture, memorize the feel. It was just to that point that mindless sounds slipped past your lips, turning to gasps when his hands on your thighs suddenly buzzed, and static rushed in. Your legs felt weak, entire body thrumming in response to the electricity he sent jolting.

He was using his vision.

The realization was numb against his lips on your breasts, hands slowly stroking the skin of your sides, travelling up. He hovered over you for mere seconds before mashing his lips against you once more, different. He was no longer gentle, and it was with the contact on your tail that you lost all control. When he gently moved it out of the way, backing up.

You were a mess.

Not that you tried to be, you’d been doing your best not to enjoy his touch. But it was hard when your core heated up so fast, mashing both legs together in hopes he wouldn't notice. You knew he would, any action beyond that was just you trying to save your dignity.

He sat there like he was enjoying the sight, the first time you’d seen him actually portray any visual confirmation of satisfaction towards the chains. He’d drink dry any ounce of control you gave him, and it was impossible not to give him it all when you were visionless and vulnerable.

But the dignity you struggled so hard to keep shattered when his hands brushed against your inner thigh.

Fingers slowly made their way to the padded fabric of your undergarments, two digits rubbing the area slowly with expertise. You bit your lip, muffling any groan of anticipation, hiding the way your hips tried to rock back into the gesture. Desperate, oh so desperate. Hiding back the whimpers as he slowly quickened the pace of his fingers against your garments. “Archons Y/n,” he murmured. “I haven't even put anything in and you’re already a squirming mess.”

“Shut u-up,” was all you managed, trying to shift away from the pressure against your clit. But his other hand was on your hip, holding in place. You could only watch and press your thighs tightly together as he slowly slid down your panties, resuming hovering over you. Distracting you with kisses, his fingers gently stroked your core, two fingers slowly sliding into your cunt using your juices.

He was gentle when pumping both fingers in and out, too slow when you thrust your hips to meet his fingers, pleading for him to go faster. But he liked hearing your cries, slowing down when you begged, quickening when you whined and just lay there, taking it.

You shuddered the first time electricity jolted from his digits.

It was when he had three fingers that he sent the static up your body, back arching with such intensity that it even had him chuckling. “Oh? You like it that much?” And then it is like something buzzed against your body, fingers vibrating against your clit as your thighs tightened around his hand. So much that you thought you’d crush it, but it didn't matter, not with the electrifying feeling against your body. It felt so odd, so overwhelmingly good that it had your legs sliding up and down the bedside, toes curling as the static grew and you fell paralyzed to his touch.

It didn't take long with his fingers thrusting in and out of you to cum. Moaning mess when he gave you the time to breathe, teeth biting your bottom lip and then mashing against yours. Your eyes grew fuzzy and most happened in a haze, and all you knew the entire time was that you’d given yourself to him, and that it felt good. You couldn't see the childlike wonder in his eyes anymore, not the need of a beacon or of support. No, the look he shared was feral, the smile tinting his lips almost scary. But it felt too good to care, and you let yourself enjoy his ministrations.

He pulled out and suddenly his own shorts were undone, boxers thrown to the side of the room just like all your other clothing. You didn't see how big he was, just felt his hard shaft against your throbbing cunt, pussy dripping and legs open wide and tired after your first go at it.

You expected him to be gentle like he’d been with his fingers. But he pressed the tip against your core, and in one full motion he was in. Teeth grinding against each other, you held back a scream, shock coursing through your body, overwhelmed with pain and discomfort. It hurt. But it was quickly overshadowed by his movements as he slid in and out of you, slow when pulling his hips back, and rocking himself completely inside you each time. A pattern that let you catch your breath and lose it all the same. Like he was continuously having a go at hitting the deepest parts of you, pulling back before fully thrusting into you and sending waves of pleasure and pain alike.

It was expected, but you couldnt hear yourself.

Not with your mind trapped in a haze of how he felt, body still buzzing after how he’d pulsed his vision through you. And now you were at the mercy of his member, hips swaying along with his, no energy for you to rock with him and try to push him deeper.

Archons, you didn't even think he could go deeper.

But you were proven wrong again and again as he kept the steady pace, hands clawing at your ass and hips. Stabilizing himself and trying to press himself against you, as far as he could go. Slowly, his hands drifted up to your hair, playing with the soft sensation of your furry ears. Pinching and rubbing, fingers coaxing the back of them like a massage. So gentle, but it paled in comparison to the harsh treatment of his dick.

You came first, gripping the chain with your hands in an attempt to stay stable. Walls clenching around him one last time before you got your release, your moans turning into cries when he continued to thrust into you. Your body felt numb, all nerves centred on the way he pounded into you, chasing his own release.

When he did, he pressed his head into your chest, his own breaths heavy with pleasure. Not pulling out, you could only lay there helplessly as his seed filled you, warm in contrast to the electricity he’d shot up your body just earlier. He didnt pull out, and laying in your chest, your heavy breathing didnt stop until he was asleep, collapsing on you and using you as support yet again.

Taking only a minute later to regain control of your senses, you shifted uncontrollably at his member inside of you, sending waves of pleasure every time you moved. Your wrists were restrained and you were stuck in this position till morning.

Achingly, you looked down at the boy, wondering how you would ever manage to escape.

[biigiiiii]

Rewatching the Bingham house scene and noticed a shot of what looks like a grandfather clock (or at least a grandfather clock face but - where is the pendulum?), immediately followed by a ‘Time Out’ sign 🫢

Also on my current rewatch I was paying close attention to the red tower in the lab, and….

(I can’t find or make screenshots of these things so you’re going to have to just deal with photos of my tv lol)

I know it’s been talked about many times how the Bingham house is full of foreshadowing. Some of season 4 was foreshadowed (like Tabitha being filmed choking, they broke the fourth wall so hard mike might as well have looked directly down the lens 😭) but I believe most of it will be hinting at stuff in season 5. I just noticed this detail with the clock and time reference, like the camera kind of twists/pans back from argyle to show the clock only to… move back in again? So the clock was intentionally shown. And then the very next shot is that close up of ‘time out’ before panning down to Eden putting Cornelius in time out. The last one I gasped at when I noticed it, since @chirpsythismorning kinda opened red tower gate in a post about how Will could be 12. So, I went back to season 1 where Hopper broke in to the lab to see if the drawing hopper found in 11’s room was the same and

No. lol. But it looks like El possibly draws her and papa a lot (which it’s shown in the rainbow room that they have colours and the kids do draw often), carrying out experiments. So if the first one was the test where he tried to get her to kill the cat, then the one that is featured in her replayed memory must have taken place in the rainbow room (as she drew the rainbow) and involved her, papa, and the red tower block.

I cant wait to see how this red tower stuff plays out but I think it’s gonna involve more lord of the rings parallels. But there’s just something about the “all this time we’ve been building it… for you” and all the other times this red tower features in season 4. I’m sure there is something important about the red tower. There’s something important hidden in the Bingham house. There’s something important hidden in the hellfire D&D campaign from episode one. I can’t wait to see how it all plays out, and I can’t wait to see more theories and analysis about this. I think that the upside down army that Nancy saw coming from the gates might build a tower, or that might have been their plan until their hive mind controller (Henry? Or the mind flayer? We still don’t know whose really running the show lol) has been weakened (assuming that it is vecna). So maybe in that experiment El drew, papa was trying to get her to knock down (or build?) the tower with her mind. Maybe we might see in 12’s room and the exact same drawing is there (but in will’s style). Maybe we’ll see this experiment in season 5, similar to how she kept getting lab flashbacks in season 1 (I mean they did say season 5 will be going back to it’s beginnings 🫢). Also something about how it was 12 building the tower. Something about that and the theory that Will created the 1983-Hawkins version of the upside down. Maybe vecna stole wills powers in the upside down to create a tower, just like he stole Els in season 3 to be able to open gates. Maybe theres gonna be Two Towers !!! One in the upside down one in the right side up and they can communicate easily between each other.

Omfg.

I’m so excited.

Idk if someone already opened red tower gate and it’s called something else, but if they did just tell me nicely in a private message so I can quietly slip away lol 😂

[lunaastoir]

Hi! I really enjoy your writing so is it alright if i request xiao, diluc, childe with an idol s/o where one of their old stalkers come back or they just recently had a stalker in general but with how busy they were since they’re an idol they don’t even notice? And something bad happens (i cant think of anything</3) Thank you very much !!

hi anon!! a million apologies since this is so late but i hope you like the fic <3

there also aren’t any explicit details for anything bad happening - i briefly touched on subjects that you may not have control over, i hope that’s ok! 

warning (?): struggled a bit on this prompt so i apologize in advance if this isn’t my best work LMAOO

gn! reader

tw: hints of assault, slight angst, very light abuse if you squint

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xiao

now xiao is a very observant man but he's also extremely busy keeping liyue safe

he makes it a point to always come to your shows even if you don't actively see him bc he cares a lot abt you and he enjoys listening to your music ‼️

it's normal for him to sometimes get lost between his own world of demonslaying and the world he shares w you

so one night, he's hanging on the rafters of a house with the perfect view of your singing

everything goes smoothly, he sets his spear down while lightly swaying his head to the music

the concert ends and fans disperse after you say your farewells

a night like this is rare since for once, xiao can walk home w you back to the inn sweet boy really cleared out his schedule for you huh

you're unsurprised when you see him materialize next to you, opting to flash him a smile and a hello

his cheeks are lightly flushed as he crosses his arms before talking quietly about how well you did

he relishes in the wide smile you give him as a result of his praise and he lets the corners of his lips curve upwards slightly

the quiet bustle of the harbor seemed to slow down as the night grew longer

since this was a fairly large concert, you had boxes among boxes of equipment so xiao decided to make your life easier by quickly flying them to their appropriate locations

when he got back however, he was surprised to see you talking animatedly with someone

he didn't think anything was wrong until he saw the person trap you between the stage and words filtered into his ears

your back was painfully pressed against the stage wall as you defiantly met their gaze. after xiao had left, they had immediately come over to you: first introducing themselves as a fan and making amiable conversation, before divulging in personal details of your life that made your skin crawl. you weren’t helpless, you always had your weapon on hand regardless of whether you were performing or not. the way they pushed you against the wall however, made it near impossible to summon your sword should you need it. 

they leered down at you while balancing an arm against the wall next to your head. you had dealt with things like this before so you weren’t overly worried; you could defend yourself. you almost felt pity for the person in front of you as they asked for your number with a sadistic grin, disgusting words tumbling off of their lips. however, that was before you felt their cold fingers idly make their way to your stomach and you felt your breath hitch. oh no

the telltale sound of whooshing alerted you of xiao’s presence, and the press of the tip of his spear against their jugular brought you relief. 

“back away” he tightly growled while his golden eyes narrowed into slits. they stared at him in shock before holding their hands up and moving to step a foot away from you. 

“farther” he motioned with his spear before stepping in front of you as you attempted to collect yourself. 

“ok ok, i’m far away can you put your spear down now?” 

“no.” 

you mentally cursed as you watched the two of them glare at each other. this was supposed to be a carefree night but this unfortunate twist made the air thick with tension. you could feel the anger radiate off of xiao in waves and in an effort to deescalate the situation, you spoke. 

“i’m glad to meet such an...avid fan but i’m sorry the two of us must get going now” you hastily said before attempting to grab xiao’s hand and walk off past them. 

the next words had you halt your steps as they divulged their secret. 

words painted in careless arrogance with hints of violet overconfidence flew out of the person’s mouth - “judging from the weeks i’ve been following you, it didn’t seem like you had a boyfriend”

at the mere mention of prolonged stalking, xiao immediately lunged to pull you behind him. god, he didn’t kill mortals but he swore if he plunged his spear into this human being right here, no one would even blink twice considering how low of a person they were. 

“if i ever see you near them again, i will not hesitate to kill you. i won’t blink twice, i already have blood on my hands.” he ground out.

at the threat, the person grudgingly turned their back to you before leaving the two of you alone in the quiet harbor. 

you carefully reached a hand out to touch your boyfriend’s shoulder, but stopped after you saw the expression on his face. the mix of rage, sadness, and anguish imprinted his features as you watched his chest rapidly rise and fall - a result of his emotional battle. 

“i’m sorry i didn’t notice them before. i should’ve been paying more attention to you” he whispered before silently striding away from your grasp 

you knew that no matter how many reassurances you gave him about how, “it’s not your fault xiao, i didn’t notice them either” he would still blame himself. 

he was supposed to protect you right? so why couldn’t he sense the danger beforehand? what would’ve happened if he wasn’t there?

it’s still a learning process for him to realize that things happen, and he inevitably couldn’t be there to save you from everything. he needs time to understand and adjust. you’re willing to wait, patiently helping him through it. why? because love is worth it. 

god im sorry this ended up kinda sad whoops

diluc 

i swear everytime i say i’m a childe simp diluc kinda wrecks me

ahem anyways onto the hc!

he’s kinda never around but similar to xiao he will overwork himself to clear out an hour or two just to watch your concerts 

he’ll always stand off to the side too so if you tilt your head while you’re singing you can spy his red hair 

you always flash him the sweetest smile and this man blushes like CRAZY before quickly lifting his hand up to give you a thumbs up 

everyone watching the both of you like 😍😦

people think it’s the cutest thing i swear like c’mon the elusive “bachelor of mondstadt” being seen in public supporting you??? wow pls can we share him

he walks with you back to the winery, the entire time linking his hands with yours while gushing about your performance 

1939248/10 it’s literally the sweetest thing 

the next day however, adelinde brings you a pink letter addressed to you 

he doesn’t pry because it’s addressed to you and it’s your business but as the letters start coming by everyday, he starts to grow curious 

one day he straight up just asks you about it

“hey, you know those pink letters you keep getting? who are they from?”

you laugh slightly at his bashfulness and respond with a “just some overexcited fan” and he smiles before kissing your forehead 

he loves that people are noticing your talent 

loves it! until you get stalked by the same person who wrote you those letters while you were shopping!

diluc knows something’s wrong when you rush into angel’s share panicked after not returning his usual smile. 

“darling? are you ok?” he asks worriedly before quickly setting down the glass he was cleaning to move towards you. 

the widening of your eyes as you looked behind you at the sounds of someone else entering was all he needed to swiftly step in front of you, blocking their gaze of your face. 

the slightly panicked look in your eyes before you hurriedly whispered, “they’re following me” made diluc glance at them subtly out of the corner of his eye. he watched as they walked over to find a seat next to the bar, seemingly ready to order a drink. he quietly asked if you would like to sit in the room reserved for the employees, away from their prying eyes. your hasty nod was all the confirmation he needed for him to let you access the door behind him. 

the night went by fairly smoothly with kaeya’s usual teasing and venti’s usual begging for alcohol. diluc’s eyes narrowed however, when the person seemed to ask him questions regarding you. things like, “i heard you’re dating y/n... they’re amazing, how long have you been together?” and “do they live with you at dawn winery?” diluc answered these questions as short as he could, trying to convey with his body language that he truly did not want to talk to them. 

everything was going well until he made the mistake of leaving the bar unattended. he had briefly forgotten about your residence in the room behind him as his mind immediately gravitated to breaking up a brawl. when he returned, the half drunk glass of liquor combined with the person’s absence from their seat, caused sparks of worry to light up inside his chest. 

turning to the door, he knocked once. 

“is everything alright in there love?”

the sounds of things rustling about and the occasional muffled voice had him opening the door quickly. he saw you with your arm being held tightly in their grasp, your mouth muffled with their hand, while you strained against them by pulling at your arm. 

diluc immediately made his way over to you, quickly pulling your arm away before letting you enter into his embrace. 

“get out.” the venomous words clawed their way out of his throat as he looked at them with eyes that screamed hatred. his blood was boiling as his mind replayed the scene; your scared expression and their greedy eyes. 

diluc didn’t need to repeat himself twice as they ran out, trying not to trip over crates of wine. he made a mental note to find out who they were in order to make sure they never came near you ever again. 

he quickly looked down at your form, relaxing slightly at the sight of your tentative smile. “my knight in shining armor” you joked before softly nuzzling your head into his shoulder. the anger had yet to dissipate from his veins, and although he knew you were still shaken up, he was sure you would be fine. 

a pink letter placed on the table next to you caught his eye, and he made sure to quickly pocket it as he led you out, gently jesting with you about the “unnecessary amount of wine barrels in here, diluc this is a safety hazard!” 

he would deal with this person later. 

childe

ayo AYO ITS THE TOY SALESMAN

ok tbh he’s very rarely around so he unfortunately cannot make it to all of your shows 

dw tho, he will try his hardest to be there for the ones he’s in town for bc what is he if not your number one hype king??? 

ok kinda creepy! alert 

he’s tasked two of his subordinates to keep watch over you whenever he’s out of the harbor

it’s not anything creepy,,, he just gets extremely worried abt you and wants to make sure you’re safe 

sO when he gets a ransom note??? he’s understandably confused but also very much freaked out 

bc did they not know who he was??? the fact that they thought they could get away with holding you captive was quite honestly kind of funny to him 

very stressed and angry tho - hides it behind a facade of smiles but he’s raging 

takes him only a few hours to track you down bc he had everyone and i mean EVERYONE looking for you 

the note crunched in his hand as the harbinger made his way towards windrise. his pace was erratic, long legs rushing towards the small cave his agents had found. they were bordering the perimeter of the enclosure, careful to not alert you or your captor of their presence. childe’s subordinate head had calmly stated that childe need not come out to rescue you, the situation was under control and they could do it for him. however, childe’s sharp gaze along with his sickly sweet words of “thanks but no. i’m coming out to see this sorry asshole for myself” had the agent backing away apologizing. he wanted to see the look on this person’s face before he shoved their sorry ass into the abyss himself. 

as he reached the opening of the cave, he glanced over his shoulder at his head agent; a silent warning to keep the area sealed. his blue eyes glinted with a thirst for blood before making his way into the cave, sealing off the exit with his body. 

“well well, playing games with the love of my life are we?” 

his teasing words reached your ears as your eyes immediately found the face of your boyfriend. you weren’t horribly scared, just a little shaken up and sore from the bindings on your wrists. relief coursed through your body at the sight of him. you needn’t put in your plan of getting out of these bindings to fight your captor yourself anymore. 

childe’s eyes quickly scanned over your frame, making sure you weren’t hurt. at the state of you completely unharmed, the harbinger let his heart calm down slightly. you were completely ok. 

“wait a little longer, love? i promise this will be over soon”

the wink he sent you had you lightly rolling your eyes at his antics before he directed his attention back to your kidnapper. if your captor wasn’t scared before, they were certainly shaking in their boots now at the sight of childe’s twin hydro blades rotating playfully in his hands. 

“listen, all i want is the money-”

“and all i want is your head” 

your boyfriend smiled after cutting them off. the severity of the situation truly seemed to sink in at that moment before pleas of mercy fell from your captor’s lips, desperate to escape the bloodthirsty gaze of the harbinger. childe’s eyes flickered over to yours where you sat there, with your head ferociously shaking. a silent “no.” he sighed before swiftly bringing his arm up to hit your captor on the head, effectively knocking them out cold. 

his hands worked at the ropes holding you and he gingerly rubbed at your bruised wrists. you silently thanked the archons he could never say no to you. archons forbid what would've happened if you hadn’t said anything. while you were explaining what happened, the young man quickly scooped you up in his arms before walking out of the cave. 

you playfully hit his shoulder while muttering “drama queen” but you stopped when you saw his face morph into an expression of seriousness. you had informed him on the situation about your captor revealing themselves to be a recent stalker of yours, completely oblivious to the look of frustration on his face as he freed you from your bondages. 

“i was scared you know.” he quietly divulged. “i knew that it wasn’t anything extremely serious but i... i was still scared”

you swore as you looked at him in that moment, he had turned ten again. the youth of his face betraying his vulnerability. 

you quietly hummed before tangling your fingers in his hair. “i hope you know it wasn’t your fault. it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not even the two fatui agents who you sent to stalk me while you were away.”

he quietly laughed at that before mentally filing away a reminder for a lecture to those two agents in the near future. 

“i’m just glad you’re safe. i know you can save yourself but i’ll always be here. i still wish you would let me take care of your asshole kidnapper myself though.” he pouted jokingly. 

“i’m sure the millelith will lock them up for a long time.” you laughed sweetly. 

his usual smile reappeared at your antics. maybe he didn’t get to beat your captor up and do...much worse. however at the end of the day, your smile was still intact regardless of what happened. that’s all he wanted. 

[aresrambles]

Are You Bored? [Pt. 2]

shigaraki tomura x f!reader - explicit nsfw, strictly 18+, villain!reader, degradation, phone sex, mutual masturbation (1091 words)

a/n: ok so a few ppl requested pt. 2 so i gave it a shot! i’m not sure if i took this in the right direction but hopefully it’s ok. obviously a lot more steamy from where we left off. please enjoy!

click this for part one

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”What is it?”

Shigaraki’s grumbling through Discord, something about how it’s late at night and you’re disturbing some important planning of his. You pretend to have not seen the ‘Playing: Minecraft’ update on his profile and promptly apologise before mustering the courage to speak up to your so-called superior.

“Well, y’see Boss, I think you might have something that belongs to me.”

Well, fuck. So she had the brains to notice her bra’s missing. Honestly, you can’t even blame Shigaraki for what he did. Infact, what kind of fucking slut leaves her undergarments just laying around for anyone to see? You were practically begging for him to steal them, especially with the way your eyes not-so-subtly washed over them with sheer panic. If you asked him, he was doing you a favour: one less uncomfortable contraption to hide those beautiful tits away from him.

“Boss?”

Shigaraki pauses for a moment before slumping down on his desk and groaning into the mic. He decides it wouldn’t hurt to fuck with you for a little bit. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” he lies, eyeing the pretty black number thrown onto his bed. Just looking at it was beginning to give him a semi.

“No, I think- I think you do. I had, uh, an item of clothing on my floor. Maybe you accidentally picked it up or moved it aside?”

You wait anxiously for Shigaraki’s response. He’s always been calculated and cool around you, not really speaking more than he has to. It makes you reflect on whether he even has any real personality at all, behind that huge goal of destroying hero society and playing a shitty game now and then? Your waiting is not prolonged however as you hear him shifting around in his chair before continuing.

“You called me for this? To throw some baseless accusation around ‘cause you lost some panties?” You can practically hear his shit-eating grin and cant help but feel a insulted pang in your chest. Why won’t he just own up to it?

“Boss, c’mon. I know it was you- can I just have it back?”

Shigaraki pretends to mull it over before something flashes up on his screen, stopping him in his tracks. He almost can’t believe his eyes until he hears your soft voice in his ears again. “I… You’re putting me in a difficult position without it.”

As soon as his eyes roll over the promiscuous pixels on his screen, Shigaraki’s palm shoots to rub over his clothed dick. It seems this said ‘position’ was nothing short of you splayed out in a chair, alone and topless, body dimly illuminated by cool blue lights. Shigaraki assumes it’s coming from the monitor in front of you. Taking a deep breath, you turn on your video camera and angle it so he can see, well, everything.

And boy, if he was struggling before, it was no comparison to the pathetic state he was in now. Your bashful expression only turned him on more, as you shoot a pleading look his way. “Instead of that flimsy thing,” You take a second to drag a finger down from your neck to waist, “Wouldn’t you rather have this instead?”

Truly, you do want that bra back. It was expensive and you know damn well the bastard won’t reimburse you for it, but the need to act like a cockwhore had been on your mind ever since he fucked off from your place. Ever since you had kissed, the scene has been on your mind replaying over and over.

“What are you doing?” Shigaraki pants out inbetween breaths, scrambling to free his cock from his pants that feel far tighter than a few seconds prior. “Just-just what the fuck are you doing?”

You don’t think you could answer that even if you tried, instead taking those same fingers and sticking them in your mouth. Shigaraki groans before you once more begin to hear shuffling on the other end.

“I- I’m not showing you my face.” He mumbles before your screen lights up with the sight of him adjusting his camera to face his crotch. You don’t fail to catch the light blush that was caught on Shigaraki’s nose and cheeks before you’re faced with a much lewder sight. His cock, red-tipped and leaking, cast a brighter glow across your features. You watch him begin to give himself languid, firm strokes as you almost salivate in awe.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” You murmur, not realizing you’ve taken your fingers out of your mouth and are speaking loud enough for the mic to pick it up. Shigaraki only whimpers in response as he looks at the soft curves and edges of your body. This is so much better than anything he could have ever imagined. The way you were just presenting yourself to him like some desperate bitch in heat was like a straight-up snippet from his wildest dreams. What he would do to be able to touch you right now, to drag his nails across your supple skin and mark it up real good. Instead, he reminds himself to grab ahold of the current victory and pay attention to you in the moment. It’s not everyday he gets a bitch willing to put on a live show.

“Touch yourself,” Shigaraki breathes out, ‘and- and say my name, say Tomura when you do it.” The gentle commands make your gut clench as you take off your jeans and begun to rub your clit through your panties. The wet stain makes Shiggy’s hips buckle and he stops stroking himself, just for a couple of seconds, to regain his composure.

“Can I put my fingers inside?” You question quietly, shyly peering at the camera. Shigaraki nods his head vigorously before realizing you can’t see him, and instead settles on grunting in approval. You let out an almost comically lewd moan at the feeling of your fingers entering you, slowly pumping in and out.

“Tomura, m’feels good. Want your fingers inside me-“

Watching you squirm and mewl as you fingered your soaking pussy was doing things to Shigaraki, things that were making him wander dangerously close to mistaking the line between lust and love. Because Shigaraki truly believed he loved you in this moment. Watching you be so vulnerable, so beautiful, all for him… He had to lay his claim on you. If he didn’t, he thinks it’d kill him.

“Just like that, keep going.” he cooes.

For once, you don’t look bored.

[gb-patch]

Ask Answers: May 15th Part 2

And here’s the next part of the long answer set of the day!

When will OL: N&F take place? Beginnings and Always took place during summer breaks, will now and forever take place during a fall break or will the characters be going to school at the time of the events we play through? 

It takes place over all of the fall season, so school will be happening in OL2. Some events do take place in school, though many times events only start after school is already out for the day, haha.

Hey!! I have kind of a weird question?? I’m sorry if it’s been answered before and I just haven’t seen it but is OL 2 taking place during the same years as OL 1? I’m just curious, thank you for such amazing games!!! 

It’s a similar time frame, but not 100% exactly same.

Do you have any idea when the demo for now and forever will be available? 

Hopefully this fall! But that’s not a guarantee.

Okay the crime show in Step 2: Growing up. Long blonde hair, police station, crime series? Was it The Closer? Because I’m the same age as MC and Cove and my mom was constantly watching that when I was 13. 😂 

Haha, yeah! The Closer and, to a lesser degree, Medium were the kind of shows I was referencing there. My mom also used to watch those back in the day.

Hey um this might be an odd question but if the setting of OL: N&F is  fall/autumn, what country or city will it take because my mind tells me it is either Poland or Canada. Also I can't wait for the game I am hyped 

It’s set in the USA again. We’d like to be able to have cameos and that’s easiest to do if the OL games take place in the same country.

Is it possible for the PC of OL to have non-seriously dated other people in the in between years even if they’ve had a consistent crush on Cove? 

You can causally date Baxter in Step 3 if you get his DLC and then ultimately choose Cove in Step 4. If you mean off-screen people, it doesn’t really come up, but you can certainly headcanon that. The game never says Cove is the only partner you’ve ever had.

Is there going to be a Kickstarter for Now and Forever as well? For like voiced names and stuff again? Didn’t find B&A until after it was released and I’d really love the opportunity to hear my name in the game 🥺 

Yeah, we are gonna have a Kickstarter with getting a voiced name as a reward! Though, it will be more expensive than it was for OL1. I feel bad to raise the price but we realized too late the first time around that it was being super undersold for the amount of work it took, aha.

Do you know how much the remaining DLC for OL will cost? (Step 4, Derek, Baxter) 

Step 4: Free

Wedding DLC: $2.99USD

Derek DLC: $4.99USD

 Baxter DLC: $4.99USD

Has an artist for the new position been picked yet?! I'm super excited for the new game! 

We did fill that spot. Thank you so much for taking the time to apply!

hmmm what would it take to get each of the XOXO jerk squad to feel the need to hug you? 

They’d have to first like you a fair amount, otherwise the most you’d get is maybe a pat on the shoulder. If they were attached, they might hug you if you broke down crying or if you gave them super good news.

Unless it’s Shiloh, of course. If you want a hug you only have to ask!

May i ask how the Derek DLC will work? I believe that there aren’t any memories in step 4 and doesnt derek’s dlc take place during that step? So will the dlc add memories? Thank you! 

Derek’s DLC will add five Moments to Step 2 (a new page will appear on that screen if you get the DLC). Then in Step 4 you’ll have to choose between playing the default epilogue or going through the Derek romance story.

Is the pc version on itch,io different from the steam version? Like an offline one or something? 

Steam has achievements, but that’s about it. Both can be played offline, if you prefer.

I've been wondering this for awhile, what determines if cove winds up with a ponytail in step 3? I've done multiple runs with different MCs with varying hairstyles. Or does it have to do with a particular moment in step 2? 

I’m afraid I can’t say exact choices that determine things. But generally it’s preference based options in the Step before that decide those things.

Any Floret Bond updates? 

No, the artist had to leave the project and it’s been on-hold. I’m not sure if I want to try working just with what we have or replacing it all entirely. The design is a bit too specific for us to easily find someone who could mimic it. Hopefully we’ll work things out later, though.

In step 3 is Cove's plan always to stay in sunset bird? 

Yeah. He is never ready at 18-years-old to make a big life change.

I love your content! If it's alright to ask, you answered in a previous ask about how Jeremy was too particular with what he likes his types to be romanceable with just any MC and it's sort of got me wondering.. What /are/ his types and/or preferences and such? Sorry if it's a lot! 

Jeremy likes stubborn jerks and will not date someone who’s sweet or even generally a decent person, haha.

uh, excuse me if you said this somewhere before, but how will step 4 be actually? Will it he like an actual step and have moments and dlc and all? Or will it be more like a long epilogue of some sort?

Will the step 4, the wedding and extra routes dlcs be paid too? Im just confused, sorry if im asking too much

Step 4 is only an epilogue, so it’s just a long series of scenes one after the other rather than a collection of Moments you can choose from.

The Step 4 epilogue is free, the wedding DLC, Derek DLC, and Baxter DLC cost money.

i’m not sure how much of the wedding dlc you have planned already, or if this would be to spoilery, but what kind of wedding traditions will be included? i keep thinking about how flustered cove would get over a garter toss & was wondering if we’d see a scene like that haha. obviously no worries if it’s not included, i’ll enjoy literally anything cove related 

I don’t know for sure yet, haha. Right now we’re focused on the parts before the big day. We’ll see how many scene alterations we can include for the wedding itself later on.

Hello! Firstly, thank you for creating such an amazing game like OL, and I couldn’t be more excited for OL2! Out of curiosity, are you looking for any writers to come on for OL2 or are you all pretty much set in that department? Just thought I’d shoot my shot haha but I’m still excited regardless ^^! 

We will be hiring writers for OL2 later this year! Thank you for the interest.

Will we be blessed with a spin-off Yandere Cove, like XOXO Blood Droplets? 

Sadly, no. It’s a shame but there’s not enough time to keep making OL1 bonus/spin-off content.

How is Q pronounced?

I’m afraid Q’s full name hasn’t been publicly announced yet so I can’t answer here (Q and T are the first letters of the names for the new LIs in Our Life: Now & Forever).

Question; is the steam version getting a Mac update?  I purchased the dlc there thinking it had Mac support without realizing it and just wondered if I’d need to refund it to purchase on itch.io 😭 

I’m really sorry, you will need to get a refund from Steam. We do hope to have it there for Steam eventually, but have no idea of when it’ll happen. Apple requires special notarization to be an officially accepted app for their devices. We don’t have that. Steam requires having that, Itch will let you release it as an non-notarized third party app. That’s why Itch is the only place that has the Mac version right now.

would you mind posting outfit sheets for Cove in every step? it would make things a lot easier for us artists. it would save a lot of time spent looking for references 

I think we did do the earlier steps when they were finished way back in 2019 (this game took a long time to make, aha), but we can probably repost them sometime!

In our life n&f, will we be able to get into qprs/will there be more options in regards to having deep platonic relationships with the love interests? Because as an aroace individual, it would be great if there could also be emphasis on platonic love so that it's more aspec inclusive. 

It’s a little hard to say at this point. There may not be things like a wedding DLC for OL2 and so the relationship for platonic and romantic feelings might not go as far as it did in the first game. We’ll kind of have to see how much we can do based on timeframe/budget constraints that will only be set near the end of the year. But we will be keeping things like that in mind at least.

hi! i really really like your game and im absolutely in love with it! i cant wait to try your other games like xoxo droplet and future OL NF :))

during the step 3 erands moment i got curious, which fudge flavor is his favorite? it seems like he likes all of them, but which 4 do you think he would like best?

also i noticed that in some playthroughs cove would let me give him a piggy back ride, and in some he wouldn't, how come?

how does your choices affect cove's interests or looks? i replayed the game without changing any choices but i got cove to look different, is it just random?

thank you!

Cove’s favorite flavors are ones with nuts and that are fruity! But he appreciates them all. Whether or not you can give him a piggyback ride depends on if your MC is fit/large enough to hold a muscular 6-foot-tall beach boy, haha.

Cove’s appearance does depend on choices and it’s generally tied to choices that are preference based rather than emotion/action based, such as which key chain you pick in Step 1.

Is it possible for cove to reject MC's proposal at the end of step 3? 

Nope. He’ll always accept.

hi! i was wondering how heavily the side characters will be featured in the our life wedding dlc? obviously it'll be cove & mc focused, but i was thinking it'd be sweet if we could take lizzie dress / suit shopping or dance with cliff at the wedding or something. 

The side characters are there about as often as they are in normal events. So, it’s clearly focused on Cove but he’s not the only person you have any meaningful moments with.

When will responses be sent out to applicants? 

I’m afraid we don’t send responses out to all applications, only ones we’re interested in offering the position to. Not everyone likes rejection emails and the amount of applications is too high to contact them all to say we’re not hiring them. We post updates on the job page when a position has news. Right now we’ve filled every role that was open.

Is there also going to be the option to keep your relationships with the love interests platonic in Our Life: Now and Forever? That's something I really appreciate in Our Life: Beginnings and Always

Yeah! OL will never force you to end up in a romantic relationship with someone.

I was wondering, in the Step 3 Happiness moment, what are the different fishes Cove can compare MC to? I got "you'd be a paradise fish, because being with you is paradise," but my friend got "you'd be an angelfish." Are there more variations? 

He says paradise fish if you’re a couple, angelfish if he’s just crushing, and then a royal dottyback/queenfish/emperor tetra (based on your gender) if he likes the MC platonicly.

Hello! So, in one of the Step 3 DLCs, Cove's arm was gone. I think it was to show him putting his arm behind his back. But if that wasn't the case, did it get yeeted? 

Thanks for letting us know. That was an error we tried to fix a little while back. When did you make the save file you were playing? If it was older that might be why it happened. Or maybe the error wasn’t fully fixed after all.

Asking for your opinion, but do you think Cove would at all be into ABBA? Because all I could imagine during the car trip in step 3 was him and the MC belting to Mamma Mia. 

Haha, yeah, there’d definitely be some ABBA songs he was into.

So throughout the game, Cove can develop different interests depending on the player’s choices; does this mean that he can have different careers in Step 4? Or his is line of work in adulthood never mentioned at all? 

He can have different career paths in Step 4!

Hi!! I'm so so sorry if this has been asked before but I just acquired knowledge about the so famous nsfw dlc for OL and nearly chocked on my bubblegum 💀💀💀 So, my real inquiry is if that specific moment will have any kind of impact at some point of the fourth step OR if it will just be treated as a side-story-ish “what if” scenario.Also, is there any chance there'll be something similar for Step 4? Haha jk,,, unless 😳Questions apart let me thank you profoundly for making the best visual novel I've ever played 😭 Really really looking forward the epilogue and OL2 💕 Have a nice day 

It’s just a bonus side story that’s fully separate from the main game.

It would be nice to have one for Step 4 too, but I sadly don’t see us having time to actually do it. I don’t know, if people are still asking for more OL1 content several months from now it might be doable and worth doing.

I'd just like to ask, when is Baxter's birthday :0 -- I'm really curious esp with their zodiac signs so ;w; 

I don’t know, haha. Maybe I’ll come up with one someday.

Please help!! I bought the Step 3 DLC but I still have no idea how to get to where you can propose to Cove - any tips? 

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How do I get the option to propose to Cove at the end of the game?

You can click HERE for a discussion on that.

I love that Miranda and Terry are getting together! I'm curious if you have canon sexualities for them? Also just wanted to say how much I love OL and how much joy it brings me everytime I play it <3 

Terry likes ladies and Miranda likes dudes!

ngl Step 4 Terry's design reads like y'all see trans guys as their assigned gender more than you see them as men to me (a trans guy)... like maybe if he isn't heavily dysphoric, I could see it, but everything you've said about him doesn't line up with that. Even then, immediate warning bells go off in my head looking at him. I wouldn't have touched the game if I saw him ahead of time.

I’m sorry you aren’t comfortable with the way the design looks. The situation with Terry is that he’s now open about who he is, but the body he was born with is still physically the same. He only came out recently as an adult and hasn’t gone through any treatments/procedures yet (his chest is flatter because he wears a binder). However, even though his body hasn’t transitioned at the point Step 4 happens, no one treats him as anything other than the guy he is. Having a trans character who’s identity is supported/respected from the start is what we’re going for in this case. But what we’re doing with Terry isn’t the only trans content we’ve ever had/ever will have in the future.

how would baxter react to bae pyoun and vice versa? and can you please detailly explain both love interests personalities from our life 2: now and forever? i was just curious, sorry for dumb question!! 

I imagine it’d be pretty opposite experiences, haha. Bae would initially think Baxter is pushy and thoughtless, but would quickly realize, oh, he’s instead a soft, considerate boy. Very cute. Baxter would first be struck with the impression that Bae is charming and gentlemanly, but then would realize that, no, he’s a sarcastic asshole. And I’m afraid we can’t reveal the personalities for the next game yet.

Sorry if you've already answered this, but I have a question about the patreon exclusive moment you're working on. I was wondering if it's mainly going to be CGs or if it's mostly character sprites + backgrounds with some CGs.

Either way, thank you for doing the Lord's work and not only making Cove, but making this bonus moment as well 😌😌😌

It’s mostly sprites/backgrounds with two CGs!

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Could I request headcanons of Haikyuu characters being sent nudes by their girlfriend(s)? Akaashi, Atsumu, Suna, Bokuto, Oikawa, Kuro

ding! - various haikyuu x reader

HAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS IDEA OH MY GOD i was cackling in my notes

ima make a gintama version i think that would be funny as hell

akaashi

- he’s just going on about his day, probably out to get coffee

- casually waiting for his order and his phone buzzes

- he figures it’s bokuto so he ignores it

- it buzzes again

- and again

- he slides his phone out, features softening when your name flashes up (but ofc he wrote your nickname with a bunch of cute emojis😔)

- oh the horror on his face when he didn’t think twice about opening a snap from his girlfriend

- he just stares at his phone, slowly blinking

- looks up from the screen, slowly scanning the environment lmfaooo imagine this dudes passive face just eyes darting around while hes like ah shit

- turns his phone off and has to breathe for a bit

- takes his phone back out, replays it and takes a screenshot then slides it back into his pocket

atsumu

- LNDHFH HAHAH oh my god im sorry

- dude this guy would literally drop everything and leave he would gloat that he’s getting some

- in the middle of practice w his team and his phone buzzes, he takes it out and he snorts

- “alright im leaving”

- “leaving?” suna creased his eyebrows, facial expression softening in realisation when he gazed over at his phone,

- ohhh. okay.

- “atsumu, you can’t just leave during practice-“

- “shut the hell up osamu, i’m getting laid tonight, see you cherry boys later”

suna

- literally will not act on it if he’s in bed

- even at his age he acts like some kind of toddler LMAO

- “if i’m already under the blankets then i’m not getting out”

- bruh if you send him nudes he’ll just be like aight

- probably replays it, gives you a compliment (he means it, he’s just lazy)

- “if you want dick you’re gonna have to come over cause i’m in bed already”

- like wtf who says that suna please LOL

- “and you’ll probably have to ride me”

- okay thank you for your input

bokuto

- always hanging out with his friends

- they were playing the “whoever gets a text message first has to pay the bill for the food”

- bro the disappointment on bokuto’s face when his phone lit up

- well at least he’ll open it

- literally chokes on the food he was eating LMFAOOOO

- akaashi and kuro just look at him with bewilderment like “wtf is wrong with you”

- he doesnt say anything, but hes got that face where theres tears pricking the corner of his eyes and he looks like he’s about to cry out of glee

- just stands up with his phone in his hand, still staring at the photo and leaves

- “get a load of that idiot, what the hell’s wrong with him?”

- “beats me”

oikawa

- definitely hanging out w/ iwaizumi

- they’re out clothes shopping together because we still ship

- “oikawa, shouldn’t you answer your phone? it’s been going off for five minutes”

- “nah”

- “no? isn’t it your girlfriend?”

- “i asked her to send me photos of the assignment, i’ll look at it later”

- “are we doing the same assignment? the biology one? it’s like two pages”

- “really?” oikawa creased his eyebrows, slipping his phone out

- huh,

- would you look at that?

- mf would have the dirtiest smirk on his face

- literally wolf whistled under his breath

- “yeah, that’s some pretty nice assignments there”

- bro iwaizumi would be sus af oikawa has never sounded so excited to see work LOL

- “listen, can you take this to the checkout? you can drop by later”

- “you’re really gonna tell me you’re leaving to do work huh”

- just waves at him, turning his head back to wink at iwa

kuroo

- i know a lot of people like to write him for being the world’s smoothest mf (myself included) but i feel like if he can’t act on it right there and then he’ll just be the worlds biggest bumbling idiot

- definitely the type to start accidentally juggling his phone in his hands because he dropped it LMFAO dude has the biggest nosebleed he can literally FEEL it dripping down

- bro he cant think straight like

- for being so intelligent and able to analyse things my guy saw some ass and it left him speechless KDHFHS

- kenma’s just blinking at him, homeboy already knows whats up

- “is it (y/n)-“

- “no, it’s uh, i need to pay for my phone plan”

- “you need to pay for your phone plan but there’s a tent in your shorts?” HFGHF kenma you didnt need to call him out like that

read part 2 here! features iwaizumi, kageyama, tendou and ushijima