#jono's writings

[shoplifting]

Your silent protagonist doesn't have to use sign language btw. They don't have to write things down, either. They don't have to use language at all. Not every single person who doesn't talk can use words the same as you, or use them at all, so your favorite silent character shouldn't have to use what you consider a grammatical language to communicate in your fanart and fics. AAC exists. Drawing exists. Gestures and body language exist. Btw.

[mncxbe]

Soft jouno has my heart♡

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ smut

Jouno never considered himself a soft person; he is a feared and respected member of one of the most powerful organizations in the country, a military officer, a "sadistic prick" like his fellow colleagues often refer to him.

But that all changed when you came into his life. You, his pretty little girl who he loves oh so dearly.

More than anything Jouno loves the way you make him feel, the warm, honey-like feeling you evoke in him- something he can't really place quite yet. With each morning the two of you spend together in your bed- sky bleeding shades of pink and rosy gold as you lay in each other's arms- each time you smile against his shoulder, mumbling a morning Sai in a sleepy voice before kissing him out of his slumber; each little date you plan for him; he becomes a softer, more gentle person.

You're the yang to his yin, the spoonful of sugar to his espresso shot. Cuddly, sweet, always clinging to him like ivy to a wall and kind, oh so kind. The mild annoyance he felt in the beginning when you acted all sweet melted into acceptance and deep devotion.

Jouno never considered himself a compliant person. But when you push him down onto the cushy mattress after a long day at work and crawl on top of him, like a cat chasing its prey, he can't bring himself to protest. He tries to keep up his confident act but fails miserably. When he eventually tells you it's his first time you're too far gone to stop- his fingers knuckle deep into your drooling cunt, your hand lazily stroking his painfully hard cock. So you simply press a kiss to his flushed cheek, reassuring him that you'll go slow, at his own pace, that you'll take good care of him as you sink down onto his cock.

Jouno's air is knocked out of his lungs, his breath stuck in his throat; your gummy walls squeeze him so tightly he almost cums on the spot. You give him time to adjust, to regain his breath before rolling his hips against his- back and forth - up and down at a torturous pace. It's so good it hurts, his body and soul pleading, aching for more.

He wants to call you names, to be rougher, meaner, to flip your over and drill himself into your tight cunt until you cry from pleasure but every time he parts his lips only praise and choked moans fall past. His calloused hands rest on your plush hips, gently as if you're a procelain doll he's afraid to break. Jouno can only imagine the lustful look on your face, the drunk-dazed look in your eyes, teeth nipping ar your lower lip in attempt to muffle your lewd sounds. "Sai baby you feel so good. -so good for me baby hha~" . Fuck, how he wishes he could see you right now.

Soon enough his orgasm washes over him, his cock throbbing at the sound of your heart skipping a beat as he stuffs you full with his cum. You lean your chest on his, skin flush against his and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck. Jouno's fingertips trace the curve of your back up your shoulderblades leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake- an attempt to map out every inch of your skin, to embed it in his memory; you drawn in ink blue.

"Sai..." you say softly and he feels his blood rush "I love you, Sai".

Jouno never considered himself worthy of love nor capable of feeling it. Not until you whisper those words to him. I. love. you. over and over again like a prayer. His chest swells with the same honey-like feeling he now knows it's deep affection, his arms tightening around your frame, pulling you closer. With you, his heart is bliss.

aaa i lowkey combined these two requests though they'd fit so well together. hope you both like it dear nonnies🩷🎀

[tangents-within-tangents]

Would that there was a faithful, accurate adaptation of Dracula so that Jonathan Decker and Alan Seawright could discuss the nontoxic masculinity, healthy friendships, and the BEST MARRIAGE RELATIONSHIP IN FICTIONAL HISTORY but nooo!

[frankenjoly]

Matching

kenji & suegiku + matching hats

“And you gotta wear these too!” Kenji said, passing two straw hats very similar to his own to Tetchô, who put one on and then placed the remaining one over Jôno’s head instead of just handing it over to his partner.

“Thanks, Kenji-kun.” He simply answered, while Jôno scowled.

“Is this really necessary?” Jôno added, and just a split second later, Tetchô elbowed him in the arm. He had already been scowling, but right after, his expression clearly darkened. “Don’t do that! I know it’s necessary in the sense we might as well burn to crisps, but you get me.”

“Actually, I don’t.” Tetchô replied, making Jôno groan.

“Oh, me neither.” Kenji nodded, though his next words were to counter-argue. “But working in these overalls is very nice since your other clothes donʼt get soaked. And now we all match, so it’s even better!” He instantly glanced at the two soldiers with a big grin on his face, even if that was not necessary when it came to making his enthusiasm known: Tetchô had been hearing all about it the past few days, so the image offered zero news, and Kenji had quickly learned Jôno would sense it.

‘I don’t even need to see, or concentrate.’ He had said when they met. ‘You basically irradiate all that energy. Like Tetchô-san when he’s all mopey, but not a bother.’

“Alright. Anyway, let’s get to work.” Was all that Jôno said both after and for a while, sighing less than other times. Meanwhile, Kenji himself beamed.

“Oki-doki! Plus, now we’re three and you’re super strong too, we’re gonna be done in like, no time!”

(Also on ao3.)

[daenystheedreamer]

there’s something so sensual and salacious about partnered real estate agents... seeing a sign with two suited individuals saying like Making Your Dreams A Reality... god the subtle undercurrent of restrained suburban eroticism... 

[an-honest-puck]

I have watched Pray Don't Be Fickle far too many times than is normal (thanks @personinthepalace for sharing the whole scene lol) and I simply cannot get over how incredible Jonathan's voice is- like, the tone of his voice?? so crisp and clear it's amazing

(also, I love rewatching it and watching everyone reacting to him lol)

the fact that it's Harry who first summons him and names him Reverend Jon

Nancy suggesting a silly summoning spell to give Jonathan time to get on stage

the musicians in the background looking at Jon, waiting for him to cue them

Nancy double checking that he's coming and Harry trying not to break as he watches Jon walk on

ok no but hold on, the pure delight on Nancy's face when she realises that Jon's actually going to get on there and sing is so wonderful and lowkey kinda heartwarming?? idk, she's just so hyped for this moment y'all, it's hard not to get swept up in the excitement ya dig?? lol

not Jon Oscar starting his cameo with a pun XDD

"I sense someone has become something jarred!" - Oscar

Charlie: Our headmistress has been turned into a pickle! We need you to reverse that. Oscar: Of course. Well, my children, there's only one way to do that of course. Charlie: Of course- Oscar, breaking half way through this sentence: Which I fear is through song.

Nancy absolutely setting Jon up for a big dramatic song and of course the kicker: "Why don't you take... centre stage?"

listen, I know Nancy literally gestured for him to be centre stage, but that still doesn't explain why he starts this song kneeling pfffff- fr who knows, but it's a bloody power move if I ever did see one

speaking of brilliant moves, shoutout to Charlie for inviting everyone in the cast on the stage to be a part of this iconic moment 😌

Oscar: Uhh. My children, I must say, I'm disappointed that tonight is the only show my parents are watching.

Almost everyone else in the cast: *breaking*

Oscar: But here we go.

the band and Jonathan being perfectly timed on that opening chord and note??? wtf is this improv magic????? /amazed

I'm sorry but even from that very first line "When you've been turned" his tone is so crisp and so strong my god

also, I can't tell if rhyming 'jarred' with an alternate pronunciation of 'prepared' (i.e. 'preparred') is lazy or lazy enough to be genius XD

I adore Lauren and Nancy's all the little interjections in the first few lines and Jon including them in the song XD

Jon: When you've been turned into something jarred Lauren: Sing it, Reverend! Jon: You must be prepared, be preparred Nancy: It's just you! Jon: It's just me it's a solo, that's unfortunate Nancy (literally just as Jonathan has goe up to the two Henrys and Shields looks like he's about to help him lol): Don't try and pass it, Jon! Jon: But do not worry, things are gonna turn out great!

the knowing laugh of the audience when Jonathan sings "Pray, don't be fickle..." (because how else are you gonna rhyme 'pickle' ya dig?? XD)

but fr tho, Jono vocally popped off on the chorus!!!!!!!

also can we spare a moment to appreciate the way he physically embraces this song?? he's not dancing, but he absolutely nails the 'possessed by the music' acting direction of the scene and I friggin love it!!!!!

(the man is surprisingly light on his feet I would love to see him tap - Charlie says he was a great tap dancer back in their LAMDA days lol)

gotta love the musicians changing the rhythm of the song on him - to be fair, they are keeping in the gospel style of shifting the rhythm lol

and in true improv style, Jono incorporating that into the song XD

"A different kind of rhythm has started / And I know that we're all gonna see the change!" - Oscar

(yo how did he hit that note on 'change'?!!?!?)

and then of course he pops off lyrically and vocally

yo I legit have to record it here because this bit of lyrical improv is Showstopper level!!!!

A different kind of rhythm has started And I know that we're all gonna see the change! Magic's here and the lord is upon us So don't be fearful, now don't be enraged!

his vocal interjections in the second chorus!!!!! the way he becomes a choir director and gets everyone to do the chorus again because no one actually knew how the chorus went, least of all him!!! XD

and then he gets back on his knees and it's all over for us bitches /affectionate because it's me, I'm bitches XD

the way he signals for the music to stop is so fckn cool omg

THE RUN HE HITS ON 'PRAY' ADFSAKHDJFKSLAHLDJSK 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

(Nancy in the background looking so proud!!!!!!!!!!!!)

THE TIMING OF THE BAND TO COME BACK IN WITH THE MUSIC ASDFHADSFJLKAFHLJK 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

again with the badass stop-the-music signal?!?!?! we get it you're a fkcn bombass vocalist AND you're musically trained goddang- /jk

and to top it all off: a pitch perfect exit featuring a Shields flourish to end

in conclusion: Mischief, give the people what they want and let Jonathan Sayer sing more in your future productions!!!!!!!

[yallemagne]

Brain: "You know, in a roleswap or what have you AU, like where Jonathan gets attacked instead of Mina..."

Me: "Go on."

Brain: "The other members of the team would be infinitely more distrustful towards Jonathan because of internal biases and thinking that men are inherently more prone to violence. I'm talking being paranoid about him sleeping with his wife, tensing up whenever the two of them are displaying affection--"

Me: "You can stop now."

Brain: "Just being infinitely more trigger happy in this universe."

Me: "STOP."

Brain: "But I didn't even mention that Mina gets her gun earlier."

Me: "Oh... continue."

[selfnss]

(comfort) : one muse has been having nightmares and unable to sleep, so asks the other to cuddle with them to help them drift off

[ I know the meme was on vash but please consider for tetchono! ]

the iv site in his arm still hasn't healed. they said it was something to do with the cocktail of chemicals and drugs they were feeding through it - said that he should expect it to leave a scar when it eventually closes up and to keep it covered while it heals. tetcho can feel it itch beneath the dressings. it festers, feeling like it might slough off of his body if he moves too much or takes the dressings off. the other wounds they left him with are all but gone - only bruising around his wrists and throat remain visible enough that the hound catches sight of them in his reflection every now and then. the iv site, though? his arm feels weak, feels slow and heavy and tetcho can't ignore it like he thought he'd be able to when the doctors gave him the all clear to return to desk duty...

not that they'd have been able to stop him once his strength mostly returned.

it's late at night when tetcho finds himself stood at his partner's door, grip on his own bandaged arm trembling as he fights with himself. he shouldn't wake jono. not at this hour... not when the other hound has work of his own to be worrying about. a bad dream doesn't need prioritising over their very real and impactful jobs... tetcho knows that. and yet, he cannot bring himself to leave. he cannot bring himself to face the empty darkness of his own quarters again. not when he can still feel phantom cuffs against his wrist. not when the echo of jono's voice - as ragged and desperate as it was that day - still rings in his ears.

he doesn't want to wake jono. but tetcho can think of nothing else but the idea of listening to his partner's heartbeat in the comfort of his arms. he can think of nothing else but the gentle scolding he's sure he'll be subject to if jono finds out how long tetcho hesitated at his door... or if jono sees him itching at the still open wound on his arm.

tetcho's voice is quiet as he leans his forehead against the door and all but mumbles against the barrier. "...jouno-san?"

tetcho suehiro has been a hunting dog for as long as he can remember. he hasn't felt this raw and exposed, this weak and vulnerable since he was a child staring down at his parents dead on the kitchen floor. that self assured confidence that came with his given strength and earnt swordsmanship is nothing but a faint itch in the back of his skull as the hound tightens the grip against his own arm further, willing the itch to fade. he feels small, stood in tracksuit bottoms and the only casual t-shirt he owns... feels isolated where he stands in the hall way willing himself to act for once in his life. the decisiveness he's always been so praised for has left him here, reaching out for the only other form of safety tetcho has known in his life.

he takes a breath. "i... i cannot sleep... again."

[strayslost]

Jono Saigiku. Elite member of the Hunting Dogs. ...Sigma has never met him before, but he knows well that he's someone to be feared.

But why is he visiting the casino now of all times? When Sigma thinks that he may have been exposed, anxiety makes his heart skip a beat - but it's overpowered by the burning determination he feels rising within himself. Of course, it's possible that Jono could be visiting for any number of benign reasons - but regardless, Sigma knows that he'll raise hell for his casino if he has to.

After all, even an ordinary man with no hope of winning can fight until the bitter end.

"I'm honoured to receive a guest of such high calibre like yourself." Sigma's tone is no-nonsense, and he radiates a sense of confident detachment to go with it. But despite how effortless his countenance might appear, it's something he's worked to the bone to achieve.

"You're welcome to entertain yourself here until your heart's content, but... I have to ask. Is there some other reason for your visit?

@moonhund ( starter for jono! )

[casshasfangs]

[ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓, reversed ] ― Cass inhales Piper’s scent

Piper Oliver was intoxicating.

Her presence in the booth made all three of them hold their breath, clinging to the feedback she'd whisper through headsets.

Her foot tap-tap-tapping on the floor of the tour van drummed the beat to the songs of the Summer, a playlist she'd crafted herself.

And now, when the band and crew were burning the midnight oil in preparation for a 3am gig, she was absolutely hypnotic. They'd locked up the club they were playing at, turned off the lights, turned up the music, shared jugs full of beer, and now they were all dancing.

Miki and Cass were slow dancing, their long, lanky arms wrapped around his neck, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Cass thought they might fall asleep, but to be honest, he was close, too. Late, sleepless nights were nothing new to him- but they'd been on the grind for weeks now, and he was exhausted.

Next to them, Piper was spinning, her arms out to the sides, fingers sprawled, head back. She twirled round and round, and both Miki and Cass were watching her.

"Isn't she amazing?" Miki mumbled, smiling lazily across at Cass.

"Mmm." Cass responded. Piper, seeming to sense their drunken admiration of her, looked across at them and smiled, gliding over to them and taking both of their hands. Miki and Cass were separated then, but held hands in a big circle. Piper kept spinning, and suddenly all three of them were turning, the fire exit's green glow was blurring as they went round, and round, and round...

Miki fell to the ground and giggled, her head lolling to the side as she splayed out on the ground. And then Piper clung herself to Cass, and they kept spinning- except now she was closer, her neck was right at his level, and it wasn't just her gaze that was hypnotic, but the thrum of her pulse...

Cass inhaled deeply, riding her high. And Piper looked so dazed, swaying her body to follow Cass's every breath, both of them stuck in a hypnotic dance.

---

"Oi!" Jono's voice roused Cass, who blinked abruptly, looking around, "Oi, Cass! Sound check in five, go on then." When Piper and Cass pulled away from each other, it felt like they'd plunged themselves under a freezing cold shower, startling them both awake. Piper blushed, and Cass folded his arms, tucking his hands away sheepishly.

[pluumed]

somewhere in the back of his mind, tetcho can hear teruko telling him he's gone soft. somewhere in the back of his mind, there's that lingering shadow of his father telling him it's not good enough that this is upsetting him. tetcho doesn't understand why this is all coming up now, why he can feel a pressure in his chest he's sure hasn't been there since he and jono escaped the grasps of the hunting dogs and underwent the ability to cure them of their numerous surgeries. he doesn't understand. he's sure he would have just carried on if he were still a soldier, if this were still their sworn purpose in life - to hunt.

jono's hand is in his and tetcho blinks, amber gaze focusing down on their hands for a lingering moment. he knows the fox has likely already figured out that something's not right with the hound, knows that he wouldn't really be able to hide it even if he wanted to. he doesn't want to. not from jono. not anymore.

without resistance, tetcho is following the smaller of the two back down the street and away from the carnage they'd caused with their good intentions. he listens to the quietening bustle of a crime scene littered with innocent people's bodies and slowly focuses on the back of a pale head of hair. it's a single sentence that finds tetcho suehiro's lips, then. a simple sentence he finds himself speaking on soft tones as feet fall still and he lets his hand slip out of his partner's own.

"saigiku... we killed those people."

'We should go home.'

As soon as Jono hears the words, it becomes all he craves. A soul-deep yearning for their quiet apartment, cut off from the noise and chaos of the world, with nothing to do after a hot bath but sink into bed and one another's embrace. He can't imagine wanting anything else, leaning into Tetcho's hug now as though to savor a taste of such promised things.

However, Jono only allows himself a moment of selfish indulgence before he draws back. As weary as he is, he has more pressing concerns: namely, his partner.

It is impossible for Jono to miss the distracted, uneasy air that's been surrounding Tetcho since the confrontation. As accustomed as the two are to these situations, Jono had expected Tetcho to take the mess in stride, yet he still sounds tense, the scent stress and misery linger on him more strongly than any of the blood.

"Let's go, then." Entwining his fingers with Tetcho's and offering a single squeeze, Jono puts his back to the scene. Their statements had been given, and he'd be sure to email Kunikida later with a more detailed report, but for now all that matters is getting Tetcho far away from here. Everything else can wait until his hound is sufficiently cleaned up, spoiled, and rested.

[vintageflowerangel]

S/O who loves to doodle on them

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐊𝐔 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐎, 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔.

SAIGIKU JONO

JONO would immediately know what you're about to do, especially after detecting that strong scent of a marker.

He doesn't mind it whenever you'd draw on his skin, but he'll say a few annoyed complaints here and there.

Please tell him what you're drawing or writing. JONO doesn't want you drawing anything inappropriate onto his skin he has a front that he has to hold.

RANPO EDOGAWA

RANPO would always whine whenever you'd draw on his skin.

He will sometimes scribble on your skin as revenge, but most times, he'll draw cats and smiley faces.

RANPO would throw candy wrappers at you.

DAZAI OSAMU

Great, you created a war of who could draw on the other person the most with DAZAI.

It honestly amuses him whenever you'd draw on him out of boredom.

DAZAI would jokingly write inappropriate stuff on you, but it's all harmless jokes.

DATE: 6/29/2024

[frankenjoly]

listening to their heartbeat while laying on their chest + jouzai ohmygod please

“What are you even doing?” Jôno asked when Dazai slid his head down a little, so it would be resting over his chest instead of shoulder. 

As if it wasn’t obvious already.

“Well, since mere mortals can’t usually hear heartbeats without assistance, I’m doing what I have to so I can listen to yours. Which you know, so why get all rhetorical right now?” Dazai then shrugged; the motion was unmistakable.

“You can control your own heartbeat to the point of sending messages with it and still talk about ‘mere mortals’? Really?” Was Jôno’s answer, positioning his arms in a way that would make most people wonder if he was about to pull Dazai closer or proceed to kick him out. Though Dazai himself would likely see it coming, something he couldn’t say bothered him much in that specific moment.

They could stay like that for a little more before going separate ways, and likely not speak about that one time ever again. It would be easier.

“Ah, about messages.” Instead of elaborating, Dazai proceeded to compose one, a rhythmic succession in Morse which was pretty much child’s play to decipher:

‘It’s been fun. A lot.’

(Also on ao3.)

[ilovechuuy4]

₊˚⊹♡ WEEK FOUR || FINAL WEEK ࣭ ๋࣭ ⭑BREEDING KINK & CHOKING

Specifically Saigiku Jōno

Warnings 'Breeding', Kinks, Choking, Aggressive sex, explicit words, degrading & praise words, not specified but slightly more fem!reader OR AFAB reader. char calling reader's sex 'cunt' (again not fem specified.), slightly more aggressive penetration, mentions of the male sex, rude / mean char, warnings were wrote out b4 fic was made sorry if any are missed!! (guys i dont know how to write abt these topics or for jono dont fight me. also its more breeding than choking lolol)

A\n i dont think yall understand how HAPPY i am this is over. like i love writing for yall but im SO DANG HAPPY. Im so tired of all this, im also expecting this one to flop since its Jono. Im gonna try to post a fyodor fic on either the 30th or 31st IF i have the motivation cause i still need to put a chuuya fic out that has been sitting in my drafts. Thanks for stickin around for ilovechuuy4's (mine) first kinktober !! (this is more of a shorter fic sorry guys AND IDK HOW JONO ACTS PLS GUY)

You were already fully aware Jōno was a bit more aggressive than most during sex. But you never cared to much, you still enjoyed it. Yet for some reason the feel of his hand around your neck, squeezing just a bit as he plowed into your tightness, groaning in your ear how much he wanted to "breed your tight cunt" was a bit more intense. His breathe heavy in your ear as you let out moans of pleasure. "Baby, you're enjoying this aren't you? It's not too much?" The white-haired man asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't doing too much. You could only nod as you moan louder while your lover plowed into you. "Great, so fucking good... I'm gonna breed you. I'm going to put my babies inside you." Jōno murmurs in your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe. He pulled away from you, watching as your tightness sucked him in as he pulled back his hips to slam back inside you. "Ggh! Jōno, it feels good~ Keep going..." You whined softly, a grin spreading on the other's lips, his eyes full of pure lust. His fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he fucked you. Your boyfriend's digits leaving marks in your skin as he pushed your legs up to your chest, something like the piledriver sex position. You bury your face in your hands as you whimper.

"Mhm, honey. What's wrong? You like it that much? Are you a good slut for my cock?" Jōno asked with a wide smirk, thrusting his hips into your pelvis aggressively. Your moans echo off the walls with each hit of your lover's hips slamming into yours. "Fuck, I'm gonna breed you, hm? You like that don't you, having my babies inside you. Fucking whore." He hissed in your ear, placing messy kisses on your throat. His hands were trailing up and down your body, his fingers squeezing your nipples as he plowed into your roughly, mercilessly. You already knew this would be an unforgettable night, not only was Jōno pent up from work but just the sight of your panting and moaning under him turned him on. "Baby, it's too much... ahh~ Jōno.." You moaned, eyes closing tightly, you felt breathless. Not cause of Jōno's hand now back holding your throat but just how harshly he was plowing his length into you. It was one of those feelings where it was somewhere else, but you could feel it everywhere inside and out of you. The white-haired man still constantly plowing into your tightness his groans mingling with your sounds of pleasure.

Sweat droplets were forming on Jōno's forehead as he slowly rubs them away with the back of his hand. He slowly pulls out of your tightness, kneeling down on the bed as he slowly gets on his back, pulling you on top of him with a groan. "Fuck, look at you baby. So goddamn gorgeous on top of me like this. How in the world did i get this lucky." He groaned, slowly pushing his erection back inside you with a pant. His hands gripping your hips tightly as you are slowly grinding your hips down into his pelvis. The man's eyes shut in pure pleasure as his own hips thrust up, meeting your gently grinds. He couldn't bare it you were going too slow. His hands dipped down your hips to your thighs, palms holding tightly on the plush flesh as his fingers grip the underneath of them. Slowly, with brute force, he lifted you up from your thighs before thrusting his hips up into your tightness. The room filled with loud squelching and flesh against flesh as the pace he set was brutal, your hands on his chest as he pounded into you. You kept your eyes shut tightly, bottom lip bit harshly between your teeth.

"Damnit, you're squeezing around me to tight, baby. You like my cock that much?" He chuckled, sitting up as his lips quickly found your throat once more, sucking dark marks into your soft skin. You shiver, back arched like a cat with each moan and sound of pure lust you let out. Jōno's movements were unforgiving but full of passion, he was in pure bliss being inside you like this, deep within your tightness, threating to spill his seed all inside you. "Hurry and cum, baby. I can tell, you're so fucking close i can feel it." Jōno cooed, he kept driving upwards into you, one hand leaving your thigh to find its hold on your scruff, squeezing just a tad. You couldn't hold back anymore, with one more final propel of your lover's cock inside you made you reach peek, your orgasm hitting you hard. The other groaned deeply as he felt you squeeze around his cock. "Shit, I'm cumming baby." He let out a grunt into your ear as he came deep inside you. He panted heavily, chest rising and falling with deep breathes. His face flush with pure lust and love.

Jōno looked at you, a smile on his face, he acted as if he didn't just ruin you! What a jerk. But it felt amazing. You let out shaky breathes as you rest your head against his chest. "You didn't have to cum inside." You couldn't help but grumble out, it felt intense and your felt full though you couldn't tell him that. "But I did have to. I wanna see you carry my kids, is that a big deal?" He asked, his lips had such a shit eating grin on it, how annoying. You loved him nonetheless, no matter the silly shit he did. "I love you." You told him, and you'd tell him that a million more times if he didn't understand the first. "Hah, I love you more." He said, rubbing your back soothingly, laying down with you on top of him.

A/n; sorry this was sorta rushed at the end, im just so tired and i want this to end already 3: idk when im talking the full hiatus but ill be sure to update when i have an exact date till then my lovelies !! (ill still post a fic or two a month im just exhausted this month)

[cornley-amateur-drama-society]

Oh my god, I also was thinking about damsel in distress!Chris when I wrote that last bit a;dlkfja;sdljf

I think that there are two ways it could go down, and by “it” I mean the cast getting him the FUCK out of dodge.

(Under a read more because I am the way I am)

Scenario A (Or, Suck Up and Hope It Works)

This method involves several key cast mates: Vanessa, Sandra, and Jonathan.

I'll start first, though, with why the other's didn't get picked.

Robert is, well, self-explanatory. His blasting the news of his and Celia's affair (and I choose to believe it was an affair, though one that Robert had been misled into thinking that Celia and Raymond were separated) on the radio for the whole nation… Yeah… He's out for this.

Dennis is out because I think that Celia and Raymond would have such strong conflicting feelings about him. On the one hand, they know how poorly Dennis acts on stage when it comes to his lines and cues, and so they see Chris helping him (staying after rehearsals, meeting up on the weekends, etc. back when they were younger and Chris was still at home full-time) as, awfully, a charitable thing that their only son is doing.

Look at him, helping this dreadful actor in a going-nowhere play. It's truly only because of our parenting that Chris could be so kind and patient. ← Raymond and Celia Bean being themselves and hubristic

But on the other hand, they see him as not worth Chris' time and talent. The more their son has to help him, the less time their son can work on his lines. Why does Chris even bother doing this, spending time with the sorry boy?

They see Dennis as both something to pity, but also something that grates against the very cores of their beings.

So, because of that, he's out.

Max is out because I cannot picture him seeing how Chris is treated, the subtle barbs and guilt-tripping, and not lashing out.

I have a headcanon that the Bennett family is very large, and so Max has a lot of cousins that are both close to his age and more like siblings to him. And he saw how one of his favorite cousins was being treated by her fiancé-at-the-time, so's he, uh. Ended it. The engagement. Forcibly.

I think that he's one of those people that is totally chill and go with the flow until they're not.

He would go off on Chris' parents with a very personal tone, and it would quickly get out of hand.

Trevor is the same, except he would be hostile from the moment he stepped foot on their property.

He's seen how Chris acts around his father, he's seen the way that he tenses at the sound of his mother going, “Chris, dear, this is acceptable, but…”

Trevor would be there ready to fight and take Chris out of the house forcibly.

Annie is the same.

Listen. I was stage crew for several years. You don't work backstage and not be ready to throw down at a moment's notice.

Now for the people who do get to go.

I believe in my mind and soul and heart and bones that Vanessa grew up in a similar environment to Chris.

Same middle-class upbringing where appearance is nearly everything, and accomplishments make up for what appearances may lack.

Vanessa's issues with her parents, however, are firmly with the fact that her Nan lived with them throughout Nessa's teenage years.

And Nana Margery was not a woman who lived through the War for nothing. Her words were cruel, coated in a veneer of advice. Her eye was discerning, picking out the slightest misstep, the slightest wrong breath at the wrong moment.

And Vanessa's parents?

Nana Margery was her Dad's Mum. He, though the “man of the house”, couldn't kerb his Mother's tongue.

And Vanessa's Mum was constantly working during this time for the very same reasons Vanessa hated her Nan.

But, Vanessa is an actress. She may have stage fright and trouble with improvising, but she can smile politely and say the right things and butter people up with the best of them.

She not only knows the battlefield to come, but she grew up in it. If she can do anything for Chris, it's this.

Sandra was chosen also due to her acting skills.

She didn't grow up in the same situation, but she knows how to improvise, how to pivot on a pinpoint, how to make a situation work for her (for the most part).

And she's got grit. She knows that Vanessa isn't unconfident, but she also knows that this situation is different from some random critic in the paper or coming up to them on the street.

So Sandra volunteers to go with Vanessa. She will refuse to be cowed by Celia's guilt-tripping comments, Raymond's snide remarks.

And Jonathan. He's chosen because he's so forgettable.

He is the cast's assurance that Chris will get out of Celia and Raymond's house.

While Sandra and Vanessa distract his parents, Jono is grabbing the overnight bag (that turned into an overweeks bag) and getting Chris to pack his things away.

He's getting Chris down the stairs and out the door, which he has Chris open for him.

(You know, given his history and all.)

Jono gets Chris in the car, his rucksack in the boot, and then is rejoining the group nonchalantly.

Oh dear, he'll say, faux worry in his voice.

I apologise for stepping out for so long. I was phoned by my ex, you see, and I have to leave to pick up my daughter from school.

He'll frown slightly, a lemon twist to his mouth, and look apologetically to Celia and Raymond, who are trying to cover their surprise at his presence. They had forgotten that the two women had another person in their party.

He'll shake Raymond's hand, perhaps slightly more firmly than he ought, and give the barest shake to Celia's hand, hating how limp it is. (He's not going to bow over it, fuck that noise.)

Well, we must be off now. I don't want to keep my little girl waiting, and I was these two lovely women's impromptu chauffeur.

And with a light chuckle, the three of them see themselves out, saying No, we insist, Mrs. Bean. Celia, of course. You shouldn't have to worry over seeing us out when Mr. Bean, Raymond, yes, I apologise. You shouldn't worry over seeing us out while Raymond needs you with him. Oh, to one day have a marriage like that.

Light smiles drop the moment they're no longer facing the Beans.

If Max and I ever become like that, hit us with your cars.

Gladly. Gods, that was awful… I nearly lost it on her, how she talked about Chris…

Who is currently in the car, so if you'd like to walk just the slightest bit faster so we can leave, that would be helpful.

Sandra sits up front in the passenger seat. Jonathan drives, and Vanessa is in the back, both of Chris' hands clutching onto hers.

She's doing the same, knuckles turning white. They both have a distance in their eyes, a certain vagueness to their expression, that Sandra and Jonathan just turn on the Satnav and make for Robert and Dennis' flat.

Sandra will get her chance to comfort Chris later.

Once the anger slowly rears its head in his ice-cold veins.

She will get the chance to curse his parents to the Ninth Circle of Hell and back, with Chris smiling quietly next to her. Both of them holding onto their own shite wine coolers because that's all that was in the flat.

(Trevor and Max are on an alcohol run. Dennis and Robert are sitting on either side of Vanessa, their presences grounding her. Jonathan is angrily making biscuits for them to eat. An interesting moment for nearly everyone to find out that he's a stress baker.)

(Annie shows up with takeaway Chinese, enough to feed an army, so that the group has something in their stomachs while they get pissed. If she snips the bags holding the food open a little too aggressively? Well, perhaps traffic was shite.)

(She walked to the restaurant. It's the opposite corner to the Grove-Tyde flat.)

nauseating thought for the day but how bad do you think the fallout would've been for chris if raymond had gotten injured on the set of the pilot (not the pilot)

[justamagicalpurpleshark]

Hermitcraft! Band AU

Gotta say, the hermits' musical sides have really fostered this Hermits & Friends! Band AU I have in my head.

Like hear me out:

Gem & The Scotts are already a rock band (say they get invited to join the HermitBand™ collective or smt)

Impulse and Joel at the drumms

Xisuma composes and plays the guitar

Etho on the note blocks (because Minecraft)

Zed on the creeper explosions (wait... what?)

Oli for a piano and vocals

Joe writes music and has his sister Quinn as a guest performer

Ren on the guitar too

Ariana Grianda singing

Ren invites his brother Jono as a guest composer (and feat.)

Welsknight and Helsknight are the singing/rapping duo

The HermitBand™ had a big fight a few years ago but they resolved it with a disstrack (S6 Civil War "Hermit Gang")

Their music is distributed by Beefy Tunes Record Company

Mumbo is their Music Video cinematographer