#mod mysta

[theweebsystem]

Come to think of it, it's been a weird time for multiple vtuber headmates within the last several months 🤔

Nina's source graduated. (She joined the same company that my source did though. Still a weird process.) Yugo's source graduated in a strange way, he didn't even have a goodbye stream. (They have their own channel now though.) Vox's source has been under fire for being weird on streams and claiming that he could be roleplaying at any time. Which has caused a lot of distrust amongst fans (us included and rightfully so)

Idk man it's been a hell of a time for us. We haven't heard from our Nina or Yugo since their sources' graduating. Vox briefly chimed in when the rp controversy happened (he's kinda disgusted by his source's behavior and has distanced himself from everything for now, we think)

Pomu showed up, created her own blog, had a crisis and discovered things about her past. Then she faded back into the void of our headspace and hasn't really reemerged since :/

[anonymous-rendezvous]

Intertwined With You

❤️ Vox Akuma/GN!Reader/Mysta Rias 🧡

Chapter 1: Somno

✧ — Chapter Focus: Mysta x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.

✧ — Wordcount: 11.7k+ | NSFW 🔞

A nonlinear series of intimate moments spent exploring new things with your boyfriends.

Series M.list | Ao3

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Chapter Warnings:

Established Poly Relationship, Kink Discussion, Kink Exploration, Switch Mysta, Switch GN!Reader, Light Somnophilia, Rough Play, Light Sadism & Masochism, Praise Kink, & light degradation

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A long, tired yawn escapes you. You don’t know how long you’ve laid here staring at the wall across from you, but it certainly hasn’t helped you fall asleep. Reaching a hand to grope at the nightstand blindly, you eventually find your phone and check the time – practically flash-banging yourself in the process, causing you to wince – you see it's nearing one in the morning. Sighing, you unlock the device and mourn for your loss of sleep; hoping it’ll be different tomorrow. Behind you, the mattress dips as Mysta shifts in his sleep; his body turns towards you as he readjusts.

Peering over your shoulder, you just manage to glimpse his sleeping face before he buries it into his pillow. It's impossible to keep the tiny smile off your face, his features soft as he’s curled up in your sheets, clutching at the pillow. "Cute." As if responding to you, the brunette lets out a little whine. Your shoulders shake in silent laughter, admiring him for a moment longer before turning your attention back to your phone.

You should be following the detective's lead and getting back to sleep; especially with the way he makes sleep seem so inviting. Unfortunately, it just seemed to be one of those nights – your body was physically tired, yet your mind was wide awake. Dragging your thumb across the screen, you debate what to do. Maybe putting on one of the boy’s ASMR streams will help you doze off. You’ll need the help anyway with the way sleep usually goes for you, the bitter thought creeping into your head.

Opening up YouTube, your first recommended video is Vox's current live stream; lucky for you it’s a relatively chill game too, perfect for attempting to fall asleep to. Clicking the video, Vox's amused chuckles immediately fill the room – at a much louder volume than you anticipated. You panic and scramble hastily to lower the volume. A sigh comes from behind you and for a second you worry you’ve woken Mysta up, silently scolding yourself with a click of your tongue. Before you can turn over and apologize— debating whether to find your headphones— warmth curls around you, locking you in place. One of Mysta's lanky arms curls around your waist, hand seeking warmth under your shirt and coming to rest over your stomach. One of his knees manages to wedge its way between your thighs as his face nestles into the crook of your neck. A tingling sensation creeps over you as his warm breath fans across your skin.

You can’t help but let out a stuttering breath, his touch far more forward than usual, and it takes you a moment to relax in his hold. It’s not like the three of you haven’t spooned before. You all end up cuddling quite often; both of your boyfriends being very physically affectionate men. At least one, or both, holding onto you whenever you share a bed at night. However, there's just something about the way they curl around you, weight against you as Mysta is now, that still makes you flustered. Ignoring the heat creeping across your face, you try to tune back into whatever Vox is playing in hopes of his soothing voice lulling you to sleep; the phone placed on the sheets next to your pillow.

And eventually, it does seem to work. Relaxing back into the embrace only seems to encourage Mysta to curl around you fully though, hands firmly making their home on you. You finally start to slip into unconsciousness, eyes fluttering closed – until your body jolts dazedly when Mysta suddenly shifts roughly into you. It barely registers in your brain until it happens again. And again.

A rush of air escapes through your clenched teeth when Mysta’s nails suddenly dig into your stomach. More conscious now, one of your hands reaches down to grip his wrist with an unhappy grunt of his name. However, before you can pry his piercing grip from your delicate flesh, he suddenly whines into the back of your neck, causing you to freeze; goosebumps rising along your skin.

Concern starts to swirl in the pit of your stomach. Was he having another nightmare? Once more, you try to turn over. However, the detective's grip only seems to tighten, whimpering into your neck once more. In the next second, he jolts against you again, and it’s only then that you notice something– a poking sensation on your lower back. Your suspicions were confirmed when he let out a low moan, lips parted against your neck. A tired laugh comes out of you as you slump back against the mattress in relief, affection lacing your voice as you mutter his name.

Finally forcing yourself around, you can put just enough distance between your bodies to take in the situation; the Brit’s face scrunching up in displeasure at the sudden lack of warmth. Unable to hold back an affectionate coo, you let one of your hands reach out to cup his face. The pinch in his expression softens as he almost immediately begins snuggling into your palm; enjoying the warmth. For a moment, your heart squeezes in such a way you feel as if you're drowning in absolute adoration. You stay like that for a moment longer, letting your thumb caress his cheek before moving it to rub across his bottom lip.

Another lazy soft moan pulls from Mysta’s mouth, the lower half of his body in search of friction; his hips were slightly bucking. Letting your hand fall from his face, it instead glides towards the back of his head, gently threading its way through the ashen brown strands. Your other hand finds its way to his side, the tips of your fingers gently tracing their way down to his hip before sliding back up. His body shivers from the tickling sensation, but instead of pulling away, he pushes further into your hands; an overwhelming sense of need in his motions.

A gentle smirk is plastered on your face as your half-lidded eyes trail down the length of his body before landing on the bulge forming in the brunette's boxers. The hand tracing his side finally slides up to his shoulder, ready to wake him– teasing remarks at the ready– when a thought suddenly hits you, pausing completely in your actions.

Taking in an excited breath, you're suddenly reminded of the talk you’d had a few days prior.

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The pot on the stove was slowly coming to a boil. Giving it one last stir before turning down the heat a bit to let it sit for a moment so you can finish chopping up your ingredients. Tonight was your self-proclaimed night to prepare dinner. Vox was banned from the kitchen as he already cooked most evenings and Mysta was banned for, well… obvious reasons. Said man, however, was lounging on the couch in the living room, his bright blue eyes locked intensely on you, tracking your movements like a dedicated watchdog.

Chuckling, eyes remaining on the knife in your hands, you ask, “Something I can do for you, babe?” No response. Tipping your head to meet his gaze for a moment, you flash him a wink, setting down the knife to run a hand up your waist in a comedically enticing manner. “See something you like~?” Your joking gets you a huff, but he made no further comments in response, catching you a bit off guard. After a moment of debate, you reach over and turn the stove down further so you can give him your full attention. Picking up a towel to wipe off your hands, moving around the counter as you ask, “Have I done something wrong, hun? Or did I forget something?”

Another huff escapes the detective as he sits up, though this time he averts his gaze from you; a ghost of a blush creeping across his cheeks. “N–No, you didn’t do anything just…” A gloved hand reaches up to fiddle with a strand of hair, twirling it around his finger repeatedly. “I wanted to–” He signs in frustration, all the courage he had built up vanishing as he visibly deflates. “Never mind, it's not important…” Biting your lip, you debate over whether this is something you should push. You didn’t have much context, and you didn’t want him to retreat further into his shell.

Taking a few more steps into the room, you figure you might as well ask one more time before dropping the subject and continuing with dinner. As you approach the couch, something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. Sitting atop the coffee table is a familiar white sheet of paper; one you haven’t seen for a while.

A couple of months into your relationship, when the three of you were beginning to become more intimate with each other, Vox made a suggestion. Each of you would compile three lists: turn-on's and kinks, hard no’s, and the final list compiled things you were interested in trying out; the last page being the one currently sitting in front of him. Even from a distance, you can make out the bold letters of your name at the top of the page, and intrigue takes over your expression. “Mysta, is there something on there you wanted to ask me about?”

This time there was no mistaking the flush spreading across his face, head briefly looking up at you; letting you catch a proper view of his face. “I–Uh… y–yeah.” Mysta quickly clears his throat, hoping to cover up the crack in his voice. He doesn’t succeed, but he’s cute, so you don’t feel inclined to tease him about it right now. “I was looking into a few of the things on here and uh, I wanted to ask you specifically about–” He leans forward, dragging the paper closer to him, words a bit hesitant as he reads– “som–somnophilia?”

Your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before giving him a firm nod of your head. “Alright, give me one second.” Turning on your heels, you make your way back into the kitchen, explaining further, “Let me cover the food and turn the stove off. Don’t want to burn the food… or the house down.” The last part was more so muttered to yourself, setting the lid on the pot as you continue. “Can you text Vox to come down, please? He should be here too.”

Although you can’t see it, Mysta nods his head. Pulling out his phone, he shoots a quick text to the demon before dropping the device back down on the cushion beside him. He takes a few deep breaths, preparing himself for the conversation, eyes closing shortly to compose himself; this was a first after all and he didn’t wanna say anything wrong. It’s not long before Vox emerges from the hallway, looking between the pair of you curiously. After you make sure the food is safely set aside, the three of you settle in the living room.

Vox claims a spot on the couch, one leg crossed over the other and an arm draped along the backrest. Instead of sitting with them, you chose to sit in an armchair across from them, getting comfortable as you give both men a comforting smile. “Okay, so Mysta, you wanted to ask me about somnophilia?”

Immediately, Vox’s eyes light up in recognition before turning his attention to his lover beside him; interest piqued. The brunette nods his head, hands moving as he talks. “Like I said– I was trying to look into it, but most of the search results were…” He trails off, brows pinched.

“Unhelpful?” Vox supplied with a chuckle.

With a roll of his eyes, Mysta agreed, annoyance clear in his voice. “Everything was all over the place! So many articles with doctors, psychologists, and whatnot. And none of the forums it linked me to were very…” He let his sentence trail off, visibly cringing. When he finally meets your gaze, you give him a sympathetic smile.

“Believe me,” you let out a dry chuckle, “I understand. The thing about this kink is that it very much rests on a border. If not approached appropriately,–” you gestured with your hand as though underlining the word– “can lead to doing one of the most disgusting things you could ever do to another person.”

“Have you ever tried it before?” Mysta asked before looking like he wanted to smack himself. Of course, you hadn’t tried it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be on your list.

Before he can try to correct himself, you shake your head and answer honestly, “No. I haven’t.” You look between your boyfriends before your gaze trails to the side, a slightly pained look in your eyes. “It’s something I’ve thought about before, but… I haven't felt…” you pause, eyes trailing off to another corner of the room as you try to find the right words. “Safe enough… in past relationships to bring it up.”

Your attention is brought back to the couch when you hear a loving, deep chuckle. Vox has his golden eyes locked on you; expression nothing but adoration and trust. His wide smile causes his eyes to squint in a way that the pink hue becomes more noticeable; a perfect color to complement his affections. “Well, love, I’m very glad you feel safe enough with us to want to experiment with new things. It’s a pretty unique kink; so you feeling comfortable with us, enough so to want to try it out, means the world.” His head turns to look at the man beside him. The detective sits a bit straighter as Vox’s loving gaze is turned on him. The demon’s arm that had rested on the back of the couch moves forward, softly running his hand through Mysta’s ashen brown hair. “I’m sure we both feel that way...”

Mysta's soft blush quickly grows at Vox’s words, and he pointedly keeps his eyes away from both of you; staring down at his hands and biting his lip. The detective doesn't pull away from Vox’s hand though, instead, leans further into it before nodding his head in agreement. Clearing his throat, Mysta finally continues, “There were some pretty sus things on most of those websites…” His blue eyes meet yours, expression becoming serious. “But I know you– we know you.” With a sigh, Mysta finally swats away the hand playing with his hair– causing Vox to retreat with an amused chuckle– before crossing his arms over his chest and returning to the main topic. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you about it. It’s on your list, so I wanna hear how it works from you.” He says, tilting his head in your direction.

“True, but I appreciate you trying to do your own research.” You smile at him. “Even if you couldn’t find anything helpful, the thought that you went out of your way to try to learn already means a lot to me.” He pouts a bit in embarrassment, but quickly bounces back to the topic at hand.  

“So what exactly is the goal of somnophilia?” Mysta finally asks, fingers tapping over his arms. “Like, a lot of comments I saw were about waking or being woken up by their partner going down on them or giving them a handjob.”

“Mmm yeah, that can be part of it but, that’s not really the full thing…” Your fingers start picking at the arm of the chair as you contemplate the best way to explain this without making it more confusing.

Seeing your predicament, Vox chimes in, “Waking up your partner is not exactly the goal.” Mysta raises a brow at that.

With a nod of your head, you continue, “Yeah, exactly. If you wake up in the middle of it, that's fine. However, the idea is that you perform those sexual acts while your partner stays asleep.”

Mysta’s eyes widened with understanding, connecting the dots in his brain. “That’s why you said it rests on a border.”

“Exactly.” Sitting up straight, you give both men a serious look. “I know you both know this, but I’m going to say it anyway. I will never do anything involving somnophilia unless I am given explicit consent by either of you beforehand. And vice versa if I want it done to me. Understood?” Both men nod firmly in agreement. “Good. If we do ever try this out, aftercare is of course a must, but also it’s good to check in as well. Just to make sure. And as always, our safe words still apply.”

Relaxing back into the chair for a moment, you send another smile in Mysta’s direction. “Any other questions, babe?” He opened his mouth for half a second before closing it shut. He genuinely seems to contemplate it for another moment before shaking his head no. “If you have any more thoughts, definitely ask. For now, I should get back to dinner. We still gotta eat!”

Just as you turn around to make your way back to the kitchen, Vox slides up behind you, arms slipping around your waist, his warm chest pressing against your back. “Why don’t I give you a hand, dear?” His chin rests on your shoulder, using his smooth voice to coax you. “It would make the process a lot faster.” Your eyes roll fondly at the dark-haired demon, however seeing as this would get it done faster, you ultimately agreed. ‘Just this once.’ you tell him, causing him to laugh.

Mysta remains on the couch, watching the pair of you with a smile tugging at his lips; the tension leaving him after the conversation. He still doesn't understand how he got so lucky to be with the both of you. Letting out a fond huff, his thoughts tell him exactly what the pair of you would. ‘Luck has nothing to do with it.’

After eating dinner, Mysta pulls you aside before the three of you can head off to your rooms. Vox continues on ahead to his room, but not before giving you both a supportive smile. Once he’s disappeared from view, Mysta finally speaks. “I–... I think I wanna try.” He mutters as he fidgets with one of your hands, eyes fixated on the lines along your palm. It’s not difficult to figure out what he’s talking about and you turn fully towards him, giving your full attention. With a sweet smile and a squeeze of his hand, you lock eyes with him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He gives a firm nod and grips your hand tightly. “I’m sure.” Mysta takes in a shuddering breath before continuing, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. “Maybe not tonight cause I think I’m too anxious about it now, but maybe we can try it sometime soon?”

“Of course baby.” Your free hand raises to cup the side of his face before placing a gentle kiss on his quivering lips. “We’ll try it out sometime soon.”

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A shiver of anticipation and nerves runs through your body. Your hand moves back from his shoulder down to his side, fingers lightly dragging down his body as you make it to the edge of his sleep shirt. The fabric had ridden up ever so slightly from his tossing and turning, exposing a quarter of his hip and stomach. Tracing a finger lightly over the newly exposed skin, you watch his body twitch; his expression twitching with the small motions.

Now, this was not the first time you had sex – nor was it the first time you’ve had sex with Mysta. But just the realization that this was something new that you had wanted to do, and were going to be trying– with him specifically – had a warmth already pooling in your core; thighs clenching together tightly. Your gaze trails back up his body to pause on his face, thinking about all the things you want to do to him. God, you wanted this– wanted him. Slowly sitting up, you lean over to move his body as you wanted it, easing him onto his back. First step; done. Next in order: clothes.

Slipping off of the bed, it only takes a moment before you're stripped bare. Easing your way back to the bed, you ease his legs apart, bending his legs enough to sit in between them. As you settle between his thighs, you assess your next move. It would be fairly difficult to remove his shirt completely while he is asleep, you determine before nodding to yourself, ‘It’ll be fine for now.’. You really only needed to worry about his bottom half, after all. With the plan set, your hands move to strip him of his boxers – careful to be as slow as possible. Fingers curling into the waistband, you ease the fabric down and off. Once removed, you throw them aside with little concern, his underwear finding their home on the floor; mingling with your discarded pile of clothing.

Your hands trail up his thighs as your eyes lock on his already hard cock. “I wonder what kind of dirty dream your head thought up this time to get you this hard already?” You chuckle, eyes briefly flicking up to look at his face before looking back down. The head is flushed red and there's already a small trail of pre-cum dripping from the tip, twitching slightly in the open air. Perfect. Less work for you to do.

Reaching over to your nightstand, you pull out the things you’ll need. Grabbing a small bottle of lube and a couple of condoms before setting them to the side and closing the drawer. Now prepared, you settle back between his long legs quickly, making sure he doesn't shift back onto his side. Your hands are drawn back to his thighs, causing them to jolt a bit at the cold touch – his body is abundantly warm. Keeping your touch light, your hands slide up to his hips and back down, occasionally giving a firm squeeze. Eyes remain locked on his face as you watch the way he reacts to your touch, short breathy huffs whenever your hands slipped closer to his crotch; but not quite where he wants them to be.

Unable to help yourself, you lean your face down and begin mouthing at the dip of his waistline. A trail of kisses, licks, and nips is left in your wake. Goosebumps spread across his body at the feather-light sensations. As you draw closer to his hardened cock, you can feel the heat of it against your cheek, eyeing him as you switch sides; reveling in his soft noises. Once you've reached the base of his cock, you leave one last kiss – watching him twitch – before drawing back.

Fingers gripping the bottom of his shirt, you slowly push it up, the fabric resting close to his face. Letting out a quiet hum, your gaze trails along his soft stomach and chest as it is exposed. Lightly pushing his leg down, you maneuver over it so you could prop yourself up beside him as one of your hands slides back down to rest on his hip. With the better angle, you continue your previous mission. Trailing light pecks up his stomach before finally reaching his chest, which rises and falls quickly with his quick breathing. Hovering over his side, you continue your trail around his pec, hand still lightly stroking over his hip.

By this point, his breathing had turned into soft yet audible panting; brows furrowed on his sleeping face. Finally, you decide to stop teasing him, taking one of his nipples into your mouth and giving a few gentle sucks before tugging at it with your teeth. He whines at the sensation, causing you to pull your mouth away quickly when his body jolts. Yet a quick peek at his face confirms that he's still fast asleep – eyes practically glued shut, mind still wrapped up in whatever dirty dream he is currently having. Releasing a quiet breath of relief, you return to your previous actions, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud. Trailing your hand from his hip up, you let your nails lightly drag across his skin before reaching its destination; beginning to pinch and tug at the nipple unoccupied by your lips.

Whenever he becomes restless, you pull yourself away from his chest; starting this cycle to make sure he stays asleep as long as possible. After a few minutes of this, you push yourself away before pursing your lips – completely unsatisfied by the current lack of love bites on him. Though it’s not a total surprise; he’s had more cases to solve than usual this last month resulting in schedules clashing. The only mark that remains is a faint trace of a bite left by Vox, placed just over his heart. You can’t help but look down at your own chest, running a finger along your own fading mark. Debating it for a moment, you ultimately decide to wait, reassuring yourself that you can refresh his marks later. This wouldn’t be the last time, after all. For now, you had another task to accomplish.

Pushing your body back, you make yourself comfortable before reaching for the bottle of lube; practiced hands, pouring the appropriate amount on your fingers. Preparing yourself doesn’t take long, as this is fairly routine at this point. Though, that doesn’t mean you don’t let out a few quiet groans of pleasure while doing so; biting your lip to keep quiet. Once you deem yourself ready, you slip your fingers out before slowly moving to straddle his hips; climbing on top of him at last. Trailing your hands down, you finally let them glide along his cock, causing his entire body to shiver, a groan slipping from his mouth. Keeping your eyes locked on his face, you close your fist loosely over him. Another gasp leaves him and you feel him twitch within your hand; giving him a couple of light strokes to make sure he’s hard enough before releasing him.

Grabbing the condom you'd set aside, you carefully open it before easily slipping it over him; doing your best to throw the wrapper back towards the nightstand. Once it’s in place, you re-pick up the lube and apply some to his cock, favoring being overly prepared than not. None of you want to make that mistake again, you think with a grimace. Brushing the thoughts away, you allow your strokes to be much firmer this time, causing his hips to jerk up into your hand; causing you to try to stifle a laugh. His lips part in a long moan as his hands clench at the sheets below him, pulling them loose from their tucked-in position. Mysta’s face scrunches up, and you’re almost sure he’s waking up as he starts to mutter; head-turning into the pillow with a whine before settling once more.

Taking a deep breath, you move forward, body hovering over him as you position yourself over his cock, lining yourself up before slowly sinking down till your ass is flush against his hips; feeling him fully inside you. The reactions it pulls from the two of you are immediate – eyes fluttering as your mouth falls open in a silent moan. Mysta, however, is anything but quiet. His back arches, head tossed back into the pillows, exposing more of his neck to you as a wanton moan tears past his lips, his hands digging further into the sheets. You watch with bated breath as he blinks rapidly, staring up at you. His blue eyes are half-open now. However, they're still heavily glazed over by sleep. With the way he dazedly looks up at you, you can't help but wonder if he even realizes this is real.

He mutters something incoherent to you before his eyes flutter close again, settling back into the plush bed. As he eases back into unconsciousness, you have a moment to collect yourself. Taking a few deep breaths, you can feel yourself relax further against him, leaning forward so you can place your hands on his chest to give yourself a bit more leverage. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the feeling of him. You're so turned on that you want nothing more than to start riding him hard and fast until both of you are dripping with sweat and cum, unable to think of anything other than reaching your next orgasm. You hold back though, taking another deep breath as you remind yourself, ‘Not yet. Gotta ease him into it first.’. After you’ve calmed your thoughts down, you start to move. Picking yourself up before gliding back down his length, keeping your movements slow and meticulous. Enjoying the feeling of being filled, gently grinding your hips against him, with soft moans and sighs escaping your lips. 

Mysta, on the other hand, is all wrapped up in having such a good dream. Honestly, it had all started out very sweet and innocent. Lying beneath the stars, his lovers on either side of him, cocooning him between them as they stargazed. He’s unsure when innocent touches had shifted to something more heated, but it’s not like he’d complain. The feeling of being taken care of both physically and mentally by such amazing people– a wave of different emotions crash through him. The three of you have been dating for over a year now. He often recalls how the pining and flirting had started long, long before that.

Yet, Mysta still can’t wrap his head around it. How can the both of you love him so unconditionally? Without a shred of hesitation? Logically, he knows the answers, and he returns those feelings completely. He knows that no relationship is perfect, and the three of you have gone through your own trials and tribulations. But it still baffles him from time to time.

He didn’t need his experience as a detective to understand why you and Vox fell for each other. The two of you complement each other perfectly; the chemistry is undeniable between you two. Vox was intimidating, smooth, and so put together. His experience in both social and romantic situations is an obvious sign of the long life he’s lived; giving off an aura of both class and dominance. Though, as intimidating as he can come off, Vox is immensely caring. Being attentive to every little known change in mood and having comforting words ready at hand, knowing exactly what to say whenever either of you or even your friends are in distress. Many knew of his flirtatious habits, yet very few are granted a glimpse of the true romantic he is.

Not to mention the bonus of being an excellent chief and a diligent enjoy-er of keeping the house tidy. The detective has been more than happy to reap those benefits.

Alternatively, Mysta could wholeheartedly say you were just as supportive and caring. Similarly to Vox, you could also be pretty intimidating. Though, more so in personality than in looks. It's almost concerning how easy it is for you to read them. Finding ways to get under their skin – In the best of ways, of course. Always seeming to know exactly which buttons to push; whether that was in day-to-day life or, more excitingly, in the bedroom. You had basically taken a masterclass at looking after them when they’d forget to look after themselves, always a grounding presence for both him and Vox.

If a stranger were to ask him what the two of you were like in a relationship, the detective knew he wouldn't have the proper words to explain it. Neither could he put words to the feelings he felt for the pair of you. Hell, he could search for hours through any of Ike’s novels and he’d still feel like he didn’t have the right words. So how in the world had he gotten both of you to fall for him? It was not a hidden fact that the detective didn’t think highly of himself, struggling immensely with his self-image and confidence; especially when he had still just been crushing on the pair of you. Yet with both your patience and love, Mysta was slowly getting better at voicing his feelings and what he wanted. Learning to see in himself what you both love about him.

So it makes sense that whenever he dreams, it’s always with both of you. It makes sense that when his eyes flutter open to meet you and he sees you atop him, the only rational answer is that this is still a part of his dream. And what a dream it is.

You’re breathtaking – the haze to his vision only adds to your visage. Straddling his hips, head thrown back as his cock slides in and out of your hole with every movement. Feeling the way you clench around him, hearing your moans muffled, but happy he can hear them at all, even in this dream. You're so warm, so tight around him. Every sound you make causes his head to spin. A moan falls from his lips and he watches as your attention draws back to his face. Eyes opening, your head tipping forward to look down at him; eyes half-lidded and swirling with lust. And then, you smile. A smile so sweet and adoring it drives him to the edge. His back arches off the bed and he swears he’s about to cum– but then you stop.

Mysta gasps and whines, trying desperately to reclaim the high he’d been just seconds away from; hips trying to buck up to finish. However, you don’t allow him to. Pinning them down firmly as you gently shush him. Leaning down, your hand brushes the sweaty strands away from his face before trailing light kisses over his flushed cheeks. He asks why? Why won’t you let me cum? Except his words are mumbled and heavy with sleep; eyes still frosted and half-lidded.

“Not yet, sweet boy. Not yet.” You whisper against his ear, placing a light kiss against it. And although he whimpers, you feel the shiver of pleasure run through his whole body.

He takes in deep breaths as you run a hand through his sweaty locks before cupping the side of his face. He nuzzles into your palm, pressing sleepy lazy kisses against it as your hips begin to move again; lifting yourself slowly before dropping back down. He’ll get to cum this time. He swears it– he has to. It’s his dream, after all. There’s no way you’d be that mean in his dreams, right? You couldn’t possibly deny him a second time. Right? Besides, you love watching him cum. Though as his high starts to reach its peak once more, your movements stop; hips freezing in place. Mysta tries desperately to buck his hips up a second time, but you hold firm above him. What had he done to deserve this? He’s been good, hasn't he? Why were you being so. Damn. Cruel. Why wasn’t Vox helping him? …… Wait. Where is Vox? Both of you had been there at the beginning of his dream; so where had the demon gone? 

Suddenly, the detective felt much more aware of his surroundings than he had before. There was no canopy of stars above him – instead, he was greeted by the sight of the white-painted ceiling of your shared house. The grass beneath him was replaced by the silk of your sheets and the breeze he swore he felt was just the AC pumping into the room. He takes in a sharp breath, only for it to catch on a moan as your hips grind against him. He tries to call your name except it comes out slurred as his tongue is still heavy from drowsiness, yet somehow you still manage to understand him. Shifting your body so your chest lays against his as one of your hands trails up to cup his face, your seductive expression hovering just a few inches over his pleading one.

“Hi baby,” he blinks up at you, blue eyes locked on the way your lips move, sleep slowly draining from his eyes, “finally with me?” He can feel a growl building in the back of his throat; frustrated and pent up now that he’s coherent. Speaking so softly to him as if you hadn’t just stolen his climax from him – twice – not even seconds ago. While your guard is lowered, he grounds his feet down on the bed before forcefully thrusting up into you. Mysta enjoys the way your body jolts in surprise, digging both of your hands into his shoulders to keep your balance as your eyes flutter slightly from the sudden friction. It drags moans from both of you before you forcefully shove him back down onto the bed once more. One of your hands is suddenly around his neck, fingers flexing as your eyes narrow down at him. He nearly chokes on a whine when a smack is suddenly delivered to one of his thighs. “Do that again, and I promise you won’t get to cum at all tonight.” You take a deep breath, your expression softening for a moment as you ask, “Color?”

His mouth is so dry it nearly causes his voice to crack. “Green.”

The hand on his neck shifts so your thumb can brush over the skin normally hidden by his choker. “Are you fully awake or still drifting?”

“I–” his breath hitches when he feels himself twitch inside you. “I’m awake. I think…” A groan edging on a growl leaves his throat. “Fuck, I hope I’m awake.” That draws a giggle from you, hand shifting down and pulling at the fabric of the shirt still bunched above his chest. It takes him a moment, but the detective eventually realizes what you're trying to do. Arching his back, you fully remove his shirt before letting it sail over the side of the bed. Once gone, you lean down and brush your lips against his. Mysta tries to deepen the kiss, attempting to lean up, but you’re already pulling back, hand pushing his now fully bare chest down to keep him against the bed.

Allowing your hips to start grinding down on him again, you can’t help but feel satisfied with the way he squirms. “God, you look so pretty Mysta. So fuckin’ pretty. I should have taken a few pictures while you were still asleep.” His cock twitches at the idea, his head tilting back with a sudden, needy moan. “You would like that, huh, baby?” You state, fingers curling on his chest to allow you to slowly drag your nails across him. “Could have sent them to Vox. A nice little surprise for him to see after his stream. Or,” you allow the word to draw out as your fingers find their way to his pecs, “maybe he’d open them in the middle of his stream. See how gorgeous you look as I fuck you in your sleep, while he’s just a room away entertaining thousands of people live.”

This time, when his hips buck, it’s an involuntary reaction. Mysta’s fingers dig harshly into the sheets, breath labored as the scenes vividly play in his mind. Imagining the demon taking a moment in the middle of his stream to check his phone. Vox opening up your messages just to be greeted with images of himself fucked out across your sheets; a mess on display just for him. What would his expression be? Would he stay impassive while his web camera is still on? Or would he react in a way that’d leave his chat asking questions? Fuck. Fuck. The idea was turning him on more than he thought. God, he wants so badly for you to get back to fucking him. Craving that dopamine rush, needing the feeling of you. He’s brought back into the moment when your fingers ruthlessly pinch and twist at his nipples; eyes squeezing shut at the pain. “Fuuuuck …. Fuck! Shit, don’t–don’t!”

“Why? What’s the matter, baby?” Your words sound curious, yet your tone is anything but. The urge to mark him returning with a vengeance as you eye him intensely. Swiftly leaning down, you take the unattended bud into your mouth, giving it a harsh suck.

“They just–” He cuts himself off with a gasp. "The bruises just healed!" His back arches when your laughter causes vibrations against his skin.

"Exactly. We can't just leave you bare like this, now can we?"

Mysta silently curses you in his head, yet his heart races at your words. Neither you nor Vox ever left his neck, chest, or thighs bare for long. He loved the marks you both gave him just as much as you and Vox loved it when he'd leave scratches down your backs and across your shoulders. Except– with all the frustration building in his body– what he did next was less about pleasure. No, this was about payback.

One of his hands leaves the sheets to grip your shoulder instead. Your eyes meet his, but you believe he’s just bracing himself, so you continue your work; meticulously sucking and licking over his chest. However, you are once again surprised as he digs his sharp nails harshly into you; retaliation for the last several minutes. You hiss at the sudden pain, eyes narrowing as Mysta stares back at you, looking all too pleased with himself – a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Except the feeling doesn’t last long, crying out as you attack his chest. His body instinctively tries to jerk away from you as you bite down harshly, as your fingers clench down on the tender skin of his throat – not choking exactly, but enough to make him breathless. It’s only once he removes his nails from your shoulder that you ease off. It could have given him whiplash with the way you immediately switched to gentle licks and kisses to soothe the now-abused skin. You continued that for a moment before switching to the other side, sucking and biting to match his other side. Dark reds and purples paint his skin as you go.

When you finally pull yourself away, your gaze is drawn to the tears welling in his eyes, causing you to coo at the sight. Your free hand shifts to cup his face, brushing a thumb gently under his eye and catching the droplet before it could trek down his face. A rush of ideas fills your mind as you glance at your phone discarded on the bed. Ever since you had spoken the idea to film him out loud, the thoughts had refused to leave your mind; instead, becoming more enticing the longer they lingered.

The man below you follows your line of sight, mouth parting in a silent sound as he realizes what you're thinking. Your hand clasps around the device before you sit back, sinking further down on him, drawing a small moan from both of you. His breath catches as you call his name, drawing his full attention to you. "Color?"

"Green." He responds without hesitation. His body shakes in anticipation as his fingers dig further into the sheets. He wants to touch you so badly. Wrap his hands around your waist, your thighs, intertwine your fingers; just be able to touch you–but he can't. You haven’t permitted him. As bratty as the brunette was feeling, he knows better than to continue pushing his luck with you; knowing you’ll hold to the promise of not letting him cum.

You can't help but laugh at the speed of his response, your tone a bit condescending. "You don't even know what I want to do, and yet you're still so eager. Not even attempting to hide how much of a slut you can be?" Unlocking the device, you open the camera. "Don't know if I should punish or praise you for it." The sudden grind of your hips causes the brunette to keen, eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Why don't we let Vox decide instead, hmm?"

He likes the sound of that. He does. Except Mysta’s expression falters, if only for a split second. However, it’s enough to make you pause, making him curse himself in his brain. Stopping is the last thing he wants at this moment; wanting nothing more than for you to fuck him silly. 

The fingers that’d still been resting on his neck move over his chest. "Mysta, wait. Hey–" you toss the phone aside before running your hand soothingly along his side– "what's wrong?"

He shakes his head, eyes locked on your shoulder rather than your face. "Nuthin's wrong. I'm green."

"Mysta."

"It's not–" Mysta huffs in frustration before easing further into the bed, bringing his hands up to thread into his hair as an anxious tick. "He's streaming, right? What if we get him in trouble?"

Your mouth opens in a small 'o' as the realization hits you. "Mysta, I promise you, whether I was going to send anything to him or not, I would give him a warning first. He didn’t talk about being a part of this, so I wouldn’t spring it on him.” Your free hand softly taps on one of his wrists and once he relinquishes it from his hair, you interlock your fingers together; giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Does that help, love?"

Mysta lets out a shaky breath, taking a moment to process your words before nodding, returning the squeeze to your hand. "Yeah… fuck.” He tilts his head back to stare up at the ceiling, his other hand releasing his hair and flopping down on the bed. “I started overthinking. I'm sorry."

Your head tips to the side in confusion. "Whatever for?"

His eyes remain locked on the ceiling as he answers, "I feel like I ruined the mood you set up."

Your brows furrow in concern. Shifting your position, you slide yourself forward off of him, drawing a hissed breath from him; body shuddering at the sudden movement. You rest your chest against him, hoping the skin-to-skin contact will offer him some comfort. "Sweetheart, please don't apologize– there's nothing to even apologize for. This is completely new territory." Your thumb runs soothing circles over his hand that's still holding yours. "Honestly, I'm glad you shared your concerns with me. It’s good to know.”

He swallows before mumbling the same words you often use. "Communication is key."

"Mmm-hmm" you smile before leaning down and kissing his cheek, keeping your face inches from his. "Communication is key to any relationship. Especially poly ones."

‘I don't deserve either of you’, the detective thinks with a shuddering breath – but like hell would he give either of you up without a fight. "I love you…" He whispers into the small space between you.

"I love you too, Mysta." The way you return the words with such ease makes his heart flutter.

Thinking this would be as far as you'd take it tonight, you begin to get off of him. You’re stopped, however, when his hands clutch at your waist. "Wait don't– I don't–" He takes a deep breath as he meets your concerned gaze. "Please… can we keep going?"

"Are you sure? I know you said you were green earlier but…" Mysta sees the worry in your eyes and hates how this isn’t the first instance of his mind getting the best of him in the middle of situations like this. You would never blame him for it though, as every time he brings it up, you just shake your head, saying that it's only basic human decency. ‘If only most people had that.’, he thinks bitterly.

His hands squeeze gently on your waist. "I really want to."

“Okay, then we can continue. Just remember if it gets too much–” You cut yourself off, gesturing for him to continue your statement.

“Then I’ll use my cues or say ‘Red’.” He takes his hands off your waist, placing them back onto the soft sheets of your bed.

“That’s right, good boy~.” He pouts a bit at that, but it’s rather hard to hide how flustered he is by the praise – his already prominent blush growing brighter on his cheeks. You chuckle and reposition yourself, grinding your hips against his erection, causing him to gasp at the sudden friction. However, he protests when you lift your hips and attempt to move off of him once again. Patting his stomach, you explain, “Just a second. I wanna change the condom just in case. As much as I’d love to feel you cum in me, I’m not really in the mood for a full cleanup tonight. This morning? Whatever time it is.” You say with a small laugh to yourself. The detective huffs, but makes no further complaints; letting you remove the condom from him, and toss it into the trash beside the bed before reaching for an unopened one. After sliding the fresh one on, you reach for where you’d left the lube on the bed and pour some into your hand before making sure the new condom is thoroughly coated.

Mysta lets out another heavy breath when you take your hand away. His eyes track your movements as you open the lube once more. You can’t help but let out a breathless chuckle at the way his pupils dilate as you push your fingers inside of yourself. Blue eyes watch intently as you slowly push and pull your fingers– watching intently as they disappear inside yourself. He doesn't even attempt to quiet his whine when you insert a third finger, unable to do anything but watch as you moan at the feeling of being filled. It’s only when you feel his thighs twitch under you that you finally decide to stop teasing him; his body practically pleading with you.

Slipping your fingers out, you reach down, aligning your hips and leading his cock back into you. A pleased sigh leaves you as he refilled you, sinking down until your ass is flush against his hips. Mysta’s fingers grip at the sheets, using every last ounce of his will not to grab hold of you and start rutting his hips up into you. He’s not sure when his eyes had closed, but when they opened again, he feels his breath catch in his throat, biting down on his lip harshly. In your hand was your phone, camera angled down at him. Your head tips to the side, giving him a sadistic smile – one that he swore could rival Vox’s. “Aww, you can’t be camera shy now baby~.” You coo down at him. “Don’t you want to show Vox how pretty you are?”

Mysta lets out a pathetic moan and you buck your hips; the way you tighten around him swiftly distracts him from the recording phone in front of him. “God, babe please–I wanna cum so fucking bad. Please–!” A strangled gasp cuts off his words as you suddenly pick up the pace, slamming your hips down on him. The sudden rush had him hanging over the edge almost instantly. Though, was it a surprise after you’d edged him twice already? “I–ah–close! I’m so close– please!”

“That’s it, such a good boy.” You praise, free hand reaching back to grip his thigh to give yourself more leverage. The hand holding your phone tilts the device down, capturing the way his cock slid in and out of you with ease, causing a toe-curling shiver of pleasure to rush through you. You almost drop your phone with a gasp on the next thrust as his cock brushes against that bundle of nerves within you. Re-angling your hips, you start moving at a much more determined pace, the brunette’s moans mixing with yours. It takes a moment for you to remember the still-recording video; fixing your hold on the phone, you tilt it back up so it re-captures Mysta’s face. He meets your pleasure-filled gaze, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Your voice has taken on a smoky tone as you coo, “You want to cum, baby?”

“Ye-yes! Please! I–” He pleads, voice shaking with desperation and pulling at the sheets.

With breathless pleasure, you moan out, “Then cum, sweet boy.” That seems to be all he needs as his hips jerk up against you once–  twice more, before stilling as his cum fills the condom. You, on the other hand, don’t stop your movements, continuing to ride him through his orgasm; drawing his high out longer. Only when his body relaxes into the sheets do you slow your pace before slipping slowly off of him entirely. Checking your phone, you make sure you’ve stopped recording before sending a few quick texts to Vox before attaching the video after. With that done, you toss the device aside and remove the used condom from your tired boyfriend; tying it off before disposing of it.

Mysta’s all but ready to fall back asleep when he feels your hand grasp him once more. Instinctively, he tries to jerk away, still sensitive. However, you have other plans in mind. Slipping another condom onto him, you straddle him once more before quickly sinking down, pulling a strangled sound from him. “Wait, what are–Ah!” The pace you set practically knocks the air out of his lungs, bouncing fast and rough down on him. “Ah–wai–shit! Wait! To–too much! I just came, I’m–ha–sensitive!”

“But I thought you wanted to cum, love? We both know you can do more than one.”

“But–”

“I haven’t even cum yet. Don’t you want me to cum? Don’t you want to cum with me?” Mysta can’t help but whimper at your words. God, yes, he wants to see you cum.

“Y–yes, yes, I–” His words, however, are cut off as his body is overtaken in a rush of his second orgasm, arms instinctively coming up to wrap around your waist tightly. Slowing your pace once more, you lean down to kiss away the tears freely rushing down his face. Once his breathing has calmed a bit, you move off of him just enough to remove the soiled condom, tie it off, and toss it toward the trash, before rolling on a fresh one and slipping him back inside of you. The sound he makes is a mix between a sob and a moan, body shaking from the overstimulation. “To–too much! I can’t, I caaaan’t –” He gasps, words broken between sobs.

“You can. I know you can, sweetheart.” Your words trail off with a moan, your eyes fluttering from the pleasure. Shifting your weight, one of your elbows rests beside his head while your other pulls one of his arms from your waist, guiding it to your ass. With the proper permission to touch you granted, his other hand swiftly joins its twin– fingers digging into your skin. Watching his expression, you wait a moment to see if he’ll use his nonverbal cue. When the signal doesn’t come, you continue, “You’ll be a good boy and give me one more, won't you?” He sobs at your words, however, his head moves in frantic nods, and you can feel him spread his legs further to anchor himself beneath you. “Good boy.” The words drip from your mouth like honey, before capturing his lips in a kiss. It’s a mess of tongues, spit, and teeth – though neither of you cares at this point.

So lost in the moment, you don't hear the squeak of your bedroom door opening, eyes closed and lost in your make-out. A warm deep chuckle is what separates you, strings of saliva snapping, leaving glistening trails down the detective's chin as you sit up to meet the golden eyes of your boyfriend. “Either this room has very good installation, or I’m very lucky I didn’t have my stream set up for ASMR.” The door shuts with a soft click behind him.

Your movements on the detective's cock don’t slow, shooting the demon a playful smirk, words coming out breathless, laced in a groan. “Who knows? We could always test it out. Ah - Maybe make our own little edited roleplay~” That draws another moan from the man below you, feeling his hands squeeze down harder on your ass; the sting only adding to your pleasure. Your expression softens as you look down at him, one hand moving to trace along the marks you'd made across his chest. “You’d like that, baby? A little something just for us?” His hands move down, digging his fingers into the back of your thighs as his hips jerk frantically against you, more tears streaking down his face; chasing the ecstasy.

“Now that’s an idea.~” Vox chuckles again as he takes a seat in the armchair just across from the bed. He makes himself comfortable: removing his suit jacket before crossing one leg over the other, propping one elbow on the armrest as he rests his chin in his hand, golden eyes appraising your forms tangled upon the bed sheets. “Have you let him cum yet?”

You nod as your gaze returns to the sprawled body beneath you. “He’s cum twice so far. But he’s going to give me one more. Mmn, isn’t that right, Mysta? Gonna, ah – cum with me as I finish?” Your question is met with another frantic nod, a moan vibrating deep within his chest.

“What a good boy.” The demon praises.

“He is, isn’t he?” Your hands trail from his chest to cup his throat, your thumb rubbing over the sensitive skin. “Did you like the video?” Mysta’s eyes widen, breath hitching as it feels as though more blood has somehow rushed to his face. Subconsciously, he can’t help but turn his head to try to catch Vox's expression, only to find the demon's gaze already locked on him.

Vox hums, eyes lidded in such a way that makes the pink of his eyes more apparent. “I did.” He shifts his weight in the chair, attempting to ease the pressure off of the semi-hard erection in his pants, gaze remaining locked with the detective. “I was just ending the stream when you sent it.”

You chose this moment to slow your bouncing movements; instead, grinding your hips against Mysta, causing his back to arch off the bed. “Wish I had started recording earlier– could have seen how pretty he looked as I fucked him in his sleep. Ah! Maybe next time?” That drew moans from both men, Vox’s ending in more of a growl. You feel Mysta’s hands start pulling insistently at you, brokenly calling out your name.

“I can’t– I–ah, please– can’t! Too much!” Meeting his eyes, you can tell the overstimulation is beginning to take its toll on him. Except… you know that’s not entirely true; both you and Vox have pulled many more orgasms from him in a single night before.

However, tonight is not about pushing his limits.

“All right, love. Last one, okay?” You soothe, brushing the tears from his cheek. “I want you to finish with me. Think you can do that, darling?”

His head starts nodding vigorously, “Please– I–” He gasps for breath, eyes losing focus as more tears cloud his vision. “Want you to–to feel good–”

Humming, you trail kisses across his face. “Such a sweet boy, thank you.” One of your hands trails back towards his chest to tease at his nipples, causing his body to jolt, as your other trails down to your sex to help you closer to the edge. Moans fall from your lips as your pace grows sloppier, changing to short thrusts to keep him deep within you while grinding down harder on his shaft. In truth, you know it wouldn’t take much more to send you both over. As far gone as he is, Mysta still seems to pick up on that.

Shifting his hold so one of his hands wraps around the back of your neck – pulling you towards his bare shoulder, while his other hand drags his sharp nails down your back. Hissing at the pained pleasure, your teeth instinctively sink into the pale skin of his shoulder. It’s the last push the two of you need to fall right over that edge, moaning out each other's names in desperate ecstasy. Hips stutter in their last efforts to prolong that pleasure before it’s officially too much for the detective, hissing through clenched teeth at any small movement that jostles you over him.

As the high of his third orgasm eases, Mysta falls limp against the sweat-soaked sheets; blinking blearily at the ceiling. Easing your jaw open, you place a few kisses against the new mark before shifting off of him as carefully as you can. Once his softening cock has slipped out of you, you ease yourself back onto the bed as you pick up the sound of the bedroom door opening once more. Vox is no longer in the chair across from the bed, giving you the assumption that he’s left to do something.

Your attention drifts back to your boyfriend still sprawled out beside you. His chest rises and falls as he tries to regain his breath, blush still spread across his chest, shoulders, and face. You can’t help but drag your gaze down his body, a sliver of possessive pride filling you with every bite and hickey that litters his skin. Wanting him to be comfortable as he recovers, you try to make quick work of the soiled condom. Easing it off him as carefully as you can before tying it off and making sure it lands in the trash this time.

Climbing back into bed, you curl around your still panting boyfriend's side, throwing one arm across his stomach as your other hand reaches up to brush away the sweaty locks of hair from his face. “You did so well, Mysta.” You praise, leaning over to press a soft kiss against his forehead as he lets out a weak whine. “So, so well.” You can hear the sound of approaching footsteps, looking up to find Vox returning but not empty-handed. After taking a few long strides, he reaches the bed and takes a seat beside you before holding up a damp cloth and two water bottles. Sitting up once more, you lean over to press a kiss against his cheek. “Thank you, love.” He allows you to take the water but pulls back when you reach for the warm towel.

“Allow me to clean you both. You just relax and continue to care for our boy, won’t you, darling?” Not finding a reason to argue with him, you do as he asks; moving instead to uncap one bottle. You signal Mysta to prop himself up as you do before bringing the water to the brunette’s lips. Once he’s downed nearly half, you pull the bottle back and down the rest yourself. As you're setting the empty bottle on your nightstand, a warm hand gently nudges at your thighs and you easily part your legs to allow Vox to clean you. 

The warmth of the cloth against your skin is rather soothing, letting out a content sigh as you let yourself sink back against the bed, your body growing lax. Vox smiles at the action, feeling his heart swell within his chest. Seeing you so content, so at ease with them– god he loves you so much. Unable to help himself, he settles between your spread legs, dark strands of hair slipping past his shoulders and bruising against your skin in ticklish ways as his lips press chaste kisses along your inner thighs. The way you gasp, thighs twitching with each kiss only makes him crave more; desire burning in his eyes and heat pooling core, causing his still semi-hard erection to twitch in his pants. However, he knows you're tired. You’d been going for a while with Mysta; the last thing he wanted was to make you also feel overwhelmed in a non-pleasurable way. So, once you're all cleaned up, he peppers a few kisses against your thighs before moving over to Mysta.

Settling at his side, Vox brings his free hand up to cup the other man's cheek. Blue eyes meet gold and Vox can't help but lean down to press a kiss against his swollen lips. Pulling back just enough so he can properly see Mysta’s expression, he asks, “I know you are sensitive, my boy, but would it be alright if I wiped you down? We all know dried cum and lube aren’t a fun feeling.” Mysta’s nose scrunches at the thought before reluctantly giving a small nod. Vox swoops down to press a couple more feather-light kisses to his lips before shuffling down the bed to be closer to the other's waist.

You shift beside the pair, lightly trailing one of your hands over the detective’s chest before letting your hand rest over his fast-beating heart; drawing nonsensical shapes with the tips of your fingers. Mysta can’t help but flinch at the first contact of the now slightly cooled cloth against his sensitive cock. You attempt to distract him from the feeling by tipping his head in your direction, drawing him into a slow and loving kiss. His lips part easily when you seek entrance, a moan rumbling in his chest as your tongues brush against each other in a wet but sensual dance.

A breathy chuckle draws the two of you apart. “Careful, sweet thing…” There’s a playful lilt to the demon’s words. “You might just work him back up for another round.”

“Oh fuck no.” Mysta quickly denies, “I’m checked out for the night, thank you very much.” That draws loud laughter from both you and the demon. Your head thrown back against the pillows and Vox rests his on Mysta’s pale thigh. Once the laughter has calmed, Vox retracts himself from the bed to toss the soiled rag into the clothes hamper; picking up the clothes you’d discarded earlier as he goes. When he returns to the bedside, he can’t help but soak in the sight of the pair of you tangled around each other; exhausted yet basking in the afterglow. Mysta, feeling impatient, reaches out to beckon him closer. “Vox, get over here.” The demon chuckles but complies with the brunette’s demand, climbing back into bed with you.

Thinking it’d be best to have your clothes, you sit up to retrieve them except Vox's hand quickly clasps around your wrist, stopping you. “Wait.” His eyes travel down your uncovered chest, lingering on the nearly faded bruise over your heart before re-meeting your tired gaze. His grip loosened on your wrist before lightly trailing up your arm and chest to stroke fondly over the mark. “Before you get dressed, may I?” It only took a second for you to understand what he wants to do, your light laughter filling the air as you nod, relaxing back on your propped-up arms so you can watch him work. Vox smiles, his eyes filled with adoration and sin. “Thank you, darling.”

Vox crawls forward, towering over your frame before leaning down to press a hungry kiss to your lips, then dragging himself down to level his mouth with your chest. He peppers the skin with more kisses before settling just over your beating heart, sinking his fangs into your skin. You hiss at the sting, one of your hands tangling in his long inky strands, pulling at it before he soothes the bite with his tongue. The demon continues to lick and suck until he’s satisfied with the mark, hands preoccupied with petting your hips. He gives it one final kiss before pulling back, passing your clothes to you before he sits back. As you shuffle back into your pajamas, Vox’s attention shifts to the detective beside you, who’s already midway back to falling asleep. Brushing his knuckles along the other's cheek, he softly calls, “Mysta?”

Mysta’s eyes flutter, before slowly opening to meet his gaze. “Hmm?”

Vox’s hand moves down, trailing across his throat and chest before coming to rest over the brunette’s heart. “May I?” Mysta blinks for a moment, sleepy mind processing what was asked before mumbling and nodding his head. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Vox leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, and another to his cheek before shifting back down to the detective's chest. Vox takes a moment to inspect the marks you’ve left, tracing the tip of one of his nails over them, humming in appreciation. Fully dressed, you've returned to cuddling into the brunette’s side, watching Vox assess your work scrawled across the detective's torso with slow, tired blinks. Not wanting to keep either of you up any longer, the demon moves in, making a mark identical to the one he’d left on your chest. Mysta squirms and Vox has to grip his waist to hold him still, only releasing him when he’s satisfied; licking at the bite to soothe it. He leaves a few more kisses against it before helping Mysta back into his clothes; the detective being barely conscious at this point.

Sitting back, he notes that you’ve already fallen asleep beside the brunette, a smile tugs at his lips at the peaceful expression on your face. He helps tuck Mysta further into your side before pulling the discarded blankets up, adjusting them so they cover both of you. Before setting in himself, he can’t help but watch the pair of you for another moment, nothing but love in his eyes. He’s so pleased that the pair of you had enjoyed yourselves, proud of you both for discussing and trying out new things together. Reaching a hand up he brushes his knuckles along the sides of your sleeping faces, before leaning down to leave a ghost of a kiss to each of your temples.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the push he needed to look into attempting something new himself; wanting to personally experience some of the new trust and comfort that was shared between you two. However, that’s something he’d need to decide at another time, not at nearly two in the morning. For now, he makes a mental note to change and wash the sheets in the morning, before tucking himself in beside his lovers.

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It seem that Mysta also would be Graduating soon as well everyone…

As a Mystake is truly hard to believe at first the second I woke up and saw the news but much like with Nina, we all should respect his choice and wishe him the best for the future!! Mysta would always be our dear Fox Detective and until the day come where he have to leave, let us all enjoy his live streams together until then!!

I don’t really have much to say but Mysta was the reason I discovered Nijisanji so he holds a special place in my heart and I will forever be thankful for that!! Man~ a lot of things happen in nijisanji this year from good to bad, huh?!

Well that is life~…

[vtuberconfessions]

It won't be Mysta. Otherwise their name would make no fucking sense.

It's V-SHOJO. Not just V, or V-SHOUNEN.

[cozey]

HOLY SHIT WHAT???

there is a very very very high chance that the new vshoujo debut this saturday is mysta based on some shit ive seen from other ppl

[crystillyzed]

at the rainbow's end // mysta rias

pairing: mysta rias x gn!reader

word count: 4.1k

genre: fluff, staff!reader, mutual pining, wingman elira

content warning(s): swearing, unedited

summary:

After nearly a year of hearing each other's voice, you finally meet him.

a/n: this was originally going to be released as my 100 follower celebration since i hit that a while back and to make up for the lack of event since i don’t have the time to host one. but with mysta’s graduation this past weekend, i didn’t want to keep this in my drafts since i’ve been working on this for like practically a year now.

this fox-dog man means so much to me, even though i can’t really catch his streams due to timezone differences, but he means So Much to me. i got back into writing because of luxiem, but he and shu were the ones who got me back into the swing of writing which is amazing bc i love writing. i just lost all the motivation to do so until i found them last year. even though he’s no longer in niji anymore or mysta anymore, i will keep writing for him. in fact, i actually have like 3 or so mysta works in the drafts lol

and speaking of writing, this is the first long fic i’ve written in 3-4 years. i’m considering crossposting this onto my ao3 as an alternative access to read longer fics bc ik how tumblr is poopy with loading long text posts. i’m a bit rusty when it comes to writing long fics, but i hope you’ll be able to enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing this 🧡

links: luxiem m.l || main m.l || ao3 ver (if tumblr dies)

You twist your head from your phone back towards your monitor, displaying the Discord window showing your current private call with your blue dragon friend.

“Mysta’s WHAT?”

“Yeah, he’s coming along on the trip,” Elira laughed. “You didn’t know?”

“Apparent-ly! What the hell!! Luca, that motherfucker, I’m gonna beat his ass when I see him!”

She howls with laughter as you ramble on and on about how Luca told you everything about their planned trip but didn’t tell you about Mysta’s planned involvement. Once you’re done, she takes many deep breaths to calm down. “You should come with us! It’s gonna be fun. And, you’ll get to see him again.~”

You can’t really see each other’s faces, considering you’re both in a voice call. But god damn, you can hear the eyebrow wiggle in her teasing tone.

“I can’t,” you groaned, “I have finals when you’re there. As much as I wanna skip it, I really need to pass.”

“Damn, you can’t even get a referral from staff to get you here for a business meeting? Unlucky.”

“Can’t even do that anyway. I already told my professor that my trip’s been canceled, so now I have to take it.”

Though you’re not a liver for the company, you are, however, a staff member for the company. Specifically one of the staff in charge of promotions. Of course, you mainly focus on promoting EN and sometimes the other two now-merged branches. In fact, that’s how you got close to some of the livers.

As one of the staff promoters, you have to speak with the associated livers about PR stream offers and their convention appearance invites. Since you’ve been interacting with the livers the most, you’ve become friends with a few of them. Some namely Elira and Mysta.

Honestly, it’s not that you play favorites with the livers. You try your best to keep your relationships professional with them. But your bond with a specific fox-like man says otherwise.

You see, Mysta has been a joy to be around with. Although you haven’t met him in person yet, you have played some multiplayer games with him. Sometimes you check out the EN Minecraft server to see if the installed mods are working properly. Weirdly enough, almost every time you visit the server, Mysta is online. In fact, that’s how your not-so-business relationship started.

When you first entered the server, after double checking if no one was streaming at the scheduled hour, he was the first person you met. You thought you would run into Selen, Pomu, or perhaps Uki during your visit, but you were pleasantly surprised at his sudden appearance. Luckily, he was kind enough to show you around the server while teaching you some mods. With, of course, the trademark Mysta Rias experience packaged with sexual innuendos and teasing about. Well, except he didn’t go completely sexual considering it was your first time meeting him. He has some decency.

After that, you’ve run into him almost every time you visit the Minecraft server. Every visit eventually turned into hangouts, just you two (and sometimes another liver) chatting and building projects in-game. Soon enough, you and Mysta started to play other games together. You both played games such as Overwatch, Clubhouse, and sometimes League if you felt like torturing yourself for some reason.

Obviously, you had to keep the professionalism on both sides somehow. Your fellow staff members, especially some livers, noticed your close bond with the detective. So they usually send you to his DMs to discuss about any promotion offers involving him. Whenever you have your cameras on for a meeting, he somehow always flusters you with sudden flirtatious marks or something of the sort mid-conversation.

“Hello? Helloooooooo? Is someone there??”

Elira’s voice yoinks you out of your thoughts. Oh god, were you spacing out this entire time? How embarassing.

You clear your throat then respond as if you weren’t thinking of someone just now, “S-sorry, did you say something?”

“Oh my god. It’s that bad,” she mindlessly mutters.

Blink blink. “Huh?”

“Nothing,” she quickly retaliates. With a slight hum, she speaks again, “Since you’re gonna be stuck in hell… Want me to get you something? Like a souvenir or a limited edition thing? I literally have your address, man.”

Oh right, she does. Sometimes you and Elira send gifts to each other like figurines or plushies at random times.

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks for the offer, man.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I’ll still probably send some pics buuut… Y’know… Just saying…”

There she goes again, doing that thing where she wiggles her eyebrows even though you can’t see her fucking face right now. Goddamn it, why did you tell her about your… thing with Mysta? You should’ve known that she’s NOT going to let it go.

You groan, “Just. Just surprise me.”

“That’s so vague! Do you know what that means?”

“Yeah? So? Surprise me.”

“Man… You have no idea how much power you just gave me.” She cackles for the next few seconds, making you start regretting your decision. “Okay, I’ll surprise you. Just don’t forget you asked me to, alright? And no complaining!”

“Okay, alright, fine! I won’t complain! Jeez… Now get to bed, nerd, you have a flight tomorrow.”

“Sheesh, what are you, my mom?” You both chuckle at her remark. “Okieee~ I’ll go pass out now, I guess. Good night!”

“Good night, Ewiwa. Have a safe trip.”

And you both leave call. Well, maybe you should get to sleep too. It’s getting super late, after all.

—

Mysta stares at Elira across the table in disbelief. “Finals? Of all times? Bruh…”

“Haha, yeah! Super uncool and lame and not something I have to worry about soon,” his penguin colleague beside him laughs with a dreadfully crazed look in her eyes. She anxiously reaches out for her soda and starts drinking rapidly.

“Wh— it’s not like I can control it or anything. Shit happens!”

“I know, it’s just…” he drawls off as his gaze lowers to the table. Admittedly, it’s difficult for him to hide his expression. So naturally, the two girls noticed his disappointment. Elira and Petra awkwardly look at each other, then to him, then back at each other.

“Hey, it’s okay, Mysta,” Petra says as she pats his back. “You can always see them next time! Like Nijifest!”

The dragon nods, “Yeah! Or you could see them the next time you take a break. Like going on another vacation or something.”

“If I have enough money for it,” he sighed. But he gives them a small smile to appreciate their attempts to soothe him.

Petra frowns. “If? Mysta, you’re literally one of the top livers in EN, like? Hello? Mr. One Million?”

“But I still don’t know when that’s gonna happen. Might as well be in a year or maybe like half a year or something.”

Elira’s eyes narrow. She quietly listens to their conversation, or bickering at this point, while taking some occasional sips of her drink.

For the past practically a year, Elira’s been one of the victims to both of your hopeless gushing.

She already knew about your friendship since you’ve talked a lot about it before. She knows the stupid hijinks and drunken confessions that you and Mysta told her about off stream. Her eyes closes as a confused thought crosses her mind, Seriously, how are you two not dating already?

Of course, she’s quite aware that the rest of Luxiem are both of your victims. Hell, when Elira’s alone with the other boys, it’s usually them talking about how astonishing that you and Mysta aren’t together. Sometimes, they make bets on who’s going to confess first. It’s obvious!

Even with the two going back and forth, practically becoming one with the background, she closes her eyes and hums in thought. Finals should be finished next week, she mused. Her visible eye opens as she takes a glance at the ashy haired male. But he’s been so busy lately that they haven’t spoken with each other…

The entire EN branch had a full schedule for the past few months. In fact, their schedule was so full that sometimes the livers couldn’t make their own streaming schedules nor stream in general. Mysta, of course, was no exception. As one of the most popular livers in EN, he’s one of the most busiest people she’s ever known. On top of that, you too have been busy recently too. You haven’t been able to hang out with him as of late despite being a staff member yourself. Life really likes to fuck anyone over, doesn’t it?

She could tell that you two haven’t been able to find the time to talk with each other. The staff picked up many projects that practically almost everyone is unavailable, and you were one of said unavailable members. The only times the livers could contact you was through Slack or by email for business inquiries. But things should be slightly slowing down, for now that is.

Although, it would be nice to have you two meet each other once at the same time, even if it’s a coincidental encounter.

Wait a minute…

A devious smirk lifts her lips, her eyes glinting with mischief in mind. She chuckles to herself as she entertains the thought. Hell, it even looks kinda creepy to the other patrons. ESPECIALLY to her coworkers who’s now staring at her with confusion and a hint of fear.

“…Elira? Are you okay?” Petra asked the dragon.

“Hm?” She blinks out of her thoughts as the penguin’s voice pulls her back into reality. Elira stares at her and Mysta, who also looks a bit dumbfounded, before grinning at them. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Just thought of something.”

Blink blink. “Like what?” Mysta asked this time.

Again, she lets out a chuckle and flicks her wrist to wave off the concern. “Like I said! Don’t worry about it! Y’all will see it eventually.”

Soon enough, the waitress arrives with their orders. Elira turns to face her and helps her with the food. On the other side of the table, the two livers tilt their heads in confusion and eventually give each other an unknowing look as the table is served.

—

You lie in bed snuggled underneath your covers, but the lights are still on as you scroll through Twitter on your phone.

It’s been about a couple weeks since your call with Elira. She’s been sending you updates, videos, and pictures of the group’s adventures in Japan. Sometimes, she’d call you before going to bed to tell you what happened during the trip in case it was a story she couldn’t explain over text. Of course, there were times when another liver like Reimu and Nina would join in the call and give you the tea. As much as you wished you wanted to be there while dying in exams, you felt warm as you saw the livers enjoying themselves on their vacation.

Then, you noticed how fast the month flew by. Eventually, it was time for the livers to fly home and say goodbye for a while. They all had different flights, obviously, but there was a specific person who didn’t leave the country yet.

You were looking on Twitter while watching the members’ story time streams on a pop-up viewer. Although, you didn’t see Mysta’s waiting room or tweet indicating his return to streaming yet.

Suddenly, you remembered why.

“He wants to stay back for a bit,” Elira answered over the sound of her packing. “Dunno why, but I don’t blame him. He was in Japan for work last time.”

That he was. Though disappointing it is that you can’t hang with him for a while longer, at least he’s having fun.

“Oh, remember the thing I asked you about?”

She asked you something? When?

“What thing?” You asked.

“Uh… The souvenir thing?”

Oh shit, you forgot about that. And apparently, she noticed your forgetfulness as indicated by her laughter.

“I got you something,” Elira continued, “but I’ll send it to you when I get back.”

“Why not now? You can just ask headquarters to send it to me.”

“It’s not something in a box though.”

You blinked in confusion, unanswering.

On the other end of the line, you heard her chuckle, “You’ll see.”

Your brief conversation did, in fact, make you scared. Although it’s Elira, your local dependable dragon, sometimes she can be as unpredictable as… well… the rest of Nijisanji. Not just EN, but Nijisanji in general. Remember that one time you watched her stream where she suddenly jumped into a hole in that Forest collab? Yeah…

Now, some time has passed since the trip and she’s been home for about almost a week. It’s something not in a box, right? So what’s taking her so long? Is it digital? Or did she fuck up somewhere with the delivery?

Currently, you’ve been juggling schoolwork, personal work, and work-work. Needless to say, it’s been a stressful time, especially around this type of year. Seriously, why is everyone so goddamn busy around this time? Idle thoughts aside, you’ve also been anxiously waiting for Elira’s souvenir. For the past week, you’d constantly check your phone and your PC for any email or DM from Slack and Discord with Elira’s name attached to it. Every time you get DM’ed or emailed, it’s always been another liver or staff member whose name doesn’t start with Elira and end with Pendora.

But hey, at least you got funny memes from Luca and Mysta in the mean time!

Honestly, at this point, you might as well just give up. Maybe she did run into issues, or she just forgot.

You let out a sigh as you refreshed your feed for the umpteenth time tonight, accompanied by the ghost’s voice eminating through your speakers. Yet suddenly, a notification banner from Discord slides down onto the screen.

Elira Pendora

SURPRISE!!!!

Oh.

Huh.

So she didn’t forget??

Confused yet astonished at the same time, you pull down your notifications bar and tap on the DM to see what she sent.

As the iconic Discord logo pops up on your screen, it eventually loads your conversation with Elira. When you look past your previous chat, a message larger than it should be fills about a third of your screen.

A plane ticket to London next week. Seat number and all. And most notably, it has your name.

…

“HUH?”

You frantically tap on the textbox and type.

You

GIRL

WHAGT THE FUCK IS THIS

Elira Pendora

your souvenir! ☺️

You

WDYM SOUVENIR THATS NOT EVEN RELATED TO JAPAN??? 😭😭😭😭

also

HOW DID YUO GET MY NUMBER??? AND MY EMAIL????? :monkas:

Elira Pendora

I had to pull a few strings with staff

just normal coworker things

You

:thonk:

“normal”

Elira Pendora

but like you should go!!!

I didn’t go through all that just for you to not see him

and you really needed a break so 😎

You

??????

but hes Still in japan?????

Elira Pendora

yeah but he’s flying back home next week

I asked him earlier and had to like try to figure out how to get you to meet him at the same time

or like

around the same time 😌

You

man idk if i should thank you or yell at you

Elira Pendora

LMAO EITHER WORKS IT’S OKAY MAN

better get ready!!!

You

wait what about the hotel

Elira Pendora

what hotel? ☺️

i’m sure he wouldn’t mind letting you stay for a few days tbh

and yes I will also pay for your return trip

You

BUT YOUR LEN FUNDS……

Elira Pendora

I KNOW 😭😭😭

but it’s worth it! go get your man bitch!!

but :thonk:

I think I’ll try to pass out now since I have something scheduled tomorrow soooo

GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!

You

gn ewiwa :D

Well! Looks like you have a trip to prepare for.

—

The gray haired detective lounged comfortably in the AirBnB’s living room, resting on the sofa as he scrolled through Twitter. He let out a chuckle here and there, sometimes full on laughing whenever a funny meme popped up on his timeline.

“Meesta!” Elira called out to him from the kitchen island.

He turned around to look at the unusually giddy dragon. Confused, he asked, “What’s up?”

“When are you heading back?”

“Uh…” Pulling out his phone, he quickly went through his gallery to find a screenshot of his ticket. Once he found it, he examined the ticket for its boarding time and date then put it away. “In like a couple or so weeks. I thought I told you?”

“I don’t think you did,” she answered.

She motioned him to give her the device, or at least show her the screen. Of course, he complied. Though insane she is, he does have immense respect for her and Lazulight. Mysta stood up from his seat and approached her. Once in the kitchen area, he flipped his phone towards her, letting her singular visible eye take a peek.

Elira hummed as she inspected the ticket details then pulled back. “Cool. Thanks man!”

She walked away from the kitchen, carrying a glass of water upstairs leaving him even more confused.

It’s been three weeks since his unusual encounter with Elira. He sits idly at a bench by a luggage conveyor in the airport, waiting for his bags to unload from the plane. While waiting, he leans back into his seat and lets out an exhausted sigh. Luckily, no one is seated beside him, so he could just take up all the space on this uncomfortable bench. Still, he couldn’t help but reminisce onto their conversation.

Was she planning something? Was she just curious? What was she cooking?

Now, he’s back in the dreaded land of England, land of the beloathed. He pulls out his phone and immediately checks Discord. The EN server is lively as always, everyone’s practically home but the sense of energy radiates from the screen despite being digital. Like any other liver, he hops in the conversation a bit, sometimes memeing around with the others in the general channel.

Although, he noticed that your icon hasn’t appeared at least once since he landed. He was even paying attention to the top left corner of his screen for a red dot indicating your message. Normally, you’d send him a meme or something to see while he’s asleep or busy. But strangely enough, you haven’t yet. Maybe he should send you something? Or maybe call?

Mysta continues to catch up and reflect on the livers’ vacation in Japan on the server, his attention eventually caught by a familiar bag on the conveyor.

Welp. Looks like he’ll call you later.

—

Thank god Elira had the brain cells to make sure your flight isn’t after his own. Of course, she had to take in account about the flight times since you’re both literally across the globe from each other going to London. To avoid missing him right after landing, you were booked super early into the morning. But sometimes, there’s a possibility that you might be too early when he lands. And, unfortunately, that seems to be the case.

“He lands around midnight,” Elira told you on phone prior to checking in. “So you should be a biiiit early.”

Yeah, by like, 2 hours.

Man, what the hell are you supposed to do for two whole hours? Well, at least you have your phone AND your luggage. You could even people watch in the lobby. But that’s 2 hours!

What’s even more fucked up is that you can’t really use your phone unless you find the wifi. But airport wifi is kinda shitty, especially in England of all places. Talk about a British debuff.

You let out a heavy sigh and collapse into your seat. Napping is out of the question, even though you’re still kind of tired from the flight. Don’t wanna risk missing him by a smidgen, of course. So you ended up roaming around the airport for a while, getting yourself some drinks and snacks to keep you occupied while waiting for your friend. Luckily there were plenty of places to lounge while waiting, so you found a place to sit and enjoy your haul of snacks while waiting.

You did get to connect to the public wifi to look at some memes, but again, it’s the airport wifi. With how slow your phone’s been loading, you eventually disconnect yourself from the wifi after moments of mindless scrolling.

But then you realized something.

You have absolutely no idea what gate he’s in.

Panicked, you scramble to pick up your bags from your side and stand up. Shit, did Elira tell you what airline he took? God, having data in another country would be so helpful. There’s absolutely no way you’re gonna reconnect to the public wifi, it’s too damn slow! If you did have data, you’d look back to your DMs and scrub through your brief conversation from last night.

With a quick glance at your phone, the clock flashes briefly on the screen. 9:20pm, that means his flight’s arriving in less than an hour. Oh shit.

Immediately, you pace briskly throughout the terminals. As you scrounge through the crowds just to take a good look at the terminals, you ask staff for international flights from Japan along the way to help narrow down as much as possible. Throughout the search, you occasionally checked the clock on your phone. 9:40? Shit, his flight should be here now or soon.

“Mysta!” You suddenly shout, passerbys looking at you strangely as you start calling for his name. Your luggage rolls and bumps against the crevices of the floor, bags jostling as you promptly continue your search throughout the terminals. “Mysta Rias!”

Meanwhile, in the same area…

An ashy gray haired man stands in front of the carousel, waiting for the rest of his bags to drop onto the conveyor belt. He pulls out his phone from his pocket, taking a quick glance at his notifications and Discord. His mouth lowers into a frown, his brows furrowing in worry as he notices the lack of notifications from you. Did they really fall asleep?

Clink-clang!

Sunset kissed eyes shift towards the carousel at the sound. Spotting his luggage on the conveyor belt, he walks over to his revolving baggage and lifts them onto the ground. Maybe he’ll shoot you a dm later when he gets home. The handle on his large case clicks as he pulls it up, soon dragging it on its wheels behind him as he heads towards the direction of the exit.

You continue running and searching for him, frantically calling his name throughout the terminal. Your head turns left and right as you look into the surrounding late night crowd, your gaze briefly analyzing each arrival for any hint of his gray hair or his tallness. As you remain standing in the middle of the hall, looking for him, you see a tall man wearing small shades on the bridge of his nose. Gray side hairs framing his face sway into the air as he lugs his bags from the baggage claim and towards the nearest exit.

Without a second thought, your feet starts moving towards him. “Mysta—“ you call. “Mysta!”

After seconds and minutes of searching for him, calling his name and pushing through the crowd as you chase after him. Just a little more…!

“MYSTA!”

And finally… Finally, you see him.

With a clear shout of his name, the gray haired man halts.

Bewildered, he looks left and right until he turns around to see you panting. His heart stopped as he stares at you astonishly. The ambience of the crowd and muffled intercom speakers drowned out as he zoned onto you.

He looked at you.

The person standing just centimeters away from him.

The person who he thought was someone he’d never meet face to face ever.

The person who helped him find a reason to keep going even in the darkest of times.

It felt like hours just staring at each other. It didn’t even feel like there was an ocean of people swarming about and passing by. Without a second thought, Mysta slowly approaches you as if he were to scare you off. As if he didn’t want to wake up, if he is dreaming.

As he gets closer and closer, you didn’t make a move. No, you merely stared at him with wonder and excitement im your eyes.

You both stood across each other, only a few centimeters apart. He blinks several times, even pinching his wrists to disprove his thoughts. But he felt a stinging pain on each part.

An airy huff somewhat resembling a laugh escapes from him. Relief washes over him, and he whispers with a smile, “…Hi.”

You smile back.

“Hi.”

[dabisbratz]

Since you are thinking about making a pt 2 on streamer Eren, I wanna share some thoughts..

(〃ω〃)

this one photo of xqc’s streaming set up in 2017 is what I think his set up looks like. Tbh I think it looks way more messier than that bc he doesn't seem like the type to clean often…

The way he would dress makes me think of moistcr1tikal. Nothing but basic tees though I think he would wear nicer pants than basketball shorts

like I said in an earlier anon text, he reminds me of jboysx especially the mic & camera quality. His streams definitely are just as chaotic as him

He seems like one of thos really weird v tuber fans that have a shirt and a few posters of em 😭

he definitely uses the default server in discord for his fans… OBVIOUSLY he has moderation and mods set up but he for sure asked someone to do it for him. He’s just a lazy guy mane

anyways that’s all I can think of rn :3 love your fics and love how you write hope you think this is silly and fun!!

THE ARM ON THEBCHAIR IS KININGLE?/$:? imaginin eren leanin on it by accident n fallin right offievsushshsg (also the coke cans??!?!), i feel like there’s always a really big mountain of clothes somewhere in the background of his facecam, but it’s placed somewhere different every stream. kinda like a runnin joke but it’s completely unintentional.

jboysx is literally him!!!! eren’s constantly arguin with his chat, cussin people out on valorant, makes the most outta pocket comments on stream. s’actually kinda rare for an entire vod to stay up cause he’s always sayin somethin that has to get deleted. for some reason i wanna say he’s had a big cyber-bullying scandal?$)?

streamer!eren gives me real mysta rias fan vibes, msure he has an unlicensed tapestry of him somewhere in his room that he’s always randomly pullin out n usin as a blanket durin stream. also! unrelated! but cause he has like. two irl friends (armin n mikasa). who are pretty busy, i think he’d host a lot of vcs and movie nights with his viewers!! his poor kids have to do so much damage control cause he’ll interact with his fans, jus won’t do any heavy liftinsgjehsjs

yea he’d definitely dress pretty plain n casual!! specially cause he spends all his dono money on video games n food (he has a really bad habit of burping into his mic…. he actually broke an old one cause his burp blew it out, yet he refuses to learn his lesson &/)/&/)/)

thank youuuuu!!! this was real fun to think about, gives him a lot more personality ໒꒰ྀི◜ ཅ ◝ ꒱ྀི১

[insidethemachine]

Mysta Rias - Luxiem

Heyo, how’s it going~? 

Srry for disappearing for a year xD got a job, have no time for simming unu BUT this is a special ocassion owo sad, but special (? Vtuber Mysta Rias is graduating soon, so I wanted to do a little something, and here is the little something, a Mysta sim uwu

I really love vtubers, and Luxiem is my fav group, and Mysta is one of my favs (I like Luca too much too xd) so I had to do this xd

I really loved how he turned out, and had too much fun painting his awesome shirt owo If there is no choker is bcs I couldnt find one that I liked xD if someone founds a suitable choker for him please tell me ><

cc list uwu:

Skin: https://mousysims.tumblr.com/post/627162293823848448/face-only-skinblend-masculine-feminine-all by @mousysims

Chin Slider: https://miikocc.tumblr.com/post/648360817514971136/chin-slider by @miikocc

Neck Slider: https://www.simfileshare.net/download/1002156/ by @lemon-sims4

Teeth: https://www.patreon.com/posts/default-non-19-34447183 by @magic-bot

Hair and hairband: https://obsims.tumblr.com/post/693128668155904000/my-star-hairstyle by @obsims

Eyelashes: http://kijiko-catfood.com/3d-lashes-uncurled-eyelashes-edition/ http://kijiko-catfood.com/eyebrow-ver2/ by @kijiko-sims

Eyebrows: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-facial/title/s-club-wm-thesims4-eyebrows-34m/id/1336662/ by @sclub-privee

Eyes and sunglasses: https://www.patreon.com/posts/di-eye-diy-eye-34678649 https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-glasses/title/ekseo-glasses/id/1384390/ by @pralinesims, sunglasses retextured by me

Shirt and pants: https://www.patreon.com/posts/33735729 https://www.patreon.com/posts/high-waist-wide-64113941 by @gorillax3-cc GGG is my fav for clothes <3 I retextured both uwu, although the pants was just the pockets and belt so I wouldn't count it as retexture haha

Hat: https://www.sglynp.com/forum.php?mod=viewthread&tid=136930&highlight=luxiem by 掠仙LueXian Gloves: https://www.patreon.com/posts/nails-in-gloves-75020851 by @nv-games Okey, see this, this is so clever! It add nails to the mesh of the fingers, so you can use it with any gloves you want owowo I just used NV-Games mesh, and then retextured EA's default gloves, so ty NV for making such a useful cc uwu

Shoes: https://www.patreon.com/posts/58534893 by @jius-sims, retexture by me

CAS BG: https://vyxated.tumblr.com/post/719719135185092608/cas-replacements-set-02 by @vyxated

Reshade: https://fiesemietze.tumblr.com/post/641246832367992832/preface-download-at-the-end-reshade-version by @fiesemietze, I just retouched it a little xd no dof cause my pc explotes even when I have a 3060 ;-;

If something is missing, you can found it in my last posts maybe xd. As always, if you want some retexture just pm me uwu

That’s all for today~ I have Yamada Saburo still in the works, is just that he doesnt convince me haha Who should I do next? I like a lot of VTubers so maybe I can do a few more owo PD. yes, he crotch area is too low, I know xd I couldnt fix it, maybe is bcs the pants are for female xd I tried to search for a crotch slider but... yeah, you can imagine what I found lol so it will stay like this xd

[diviningjade]

i can't play celestial jade on my own. how come celestial jade isn't omnipotent...

aspen (she/her) • female • minor • bisexual • neurodivergent (adhd) • chinese

hihi!! i'm aspen, otherwise known as your lovely mod of diviningjade. i've been writing for almost my whole life, made a few writing blogs here and there, and i have around 3+ combined years of roleplay experience. i'm fairly new to the tumblr roleplay scene, however.

here's a bit more about me if you're interested!! i love to make new friends (even though i'm too shy for my own good help)!

socials:

| main blog: @haninomori | hsr UID: ask me | discord: close mutuals only

some facts about me:

my favorite animals are rabbits, frogs, and ducks!

i love noodles!

my main team for hsr is trailblazer (preservation), luocha, qingque, and dan heng. my secondary team is trailblazer (destruction)/luka, luocha, kafka, and sampo.

i have an ungodly number of ocs. like it's too many someone stop me please (or ask about them. i will drag them out of the basement just for you)

interests:

fandoms (mains) genshin impact, honkai impact 3rd, honkai star rail, pokemon, otome gaming, link click, vtubers, oshi no ko, vsingers/utaites/jpop/vocal synths

fandoms (sub) sachiiro no one room, twst, enstars, svsss, pmmm, proseka, vocaloid, omori, love is war, scissor seven

interests my ocs, writing (visual novels, game lore, characters), scrapbooking, minecraft, stardew valley, house flipper, raft, dnd

artists dongdang, dazbee, raon, reol, miori celesta, tomoya uzuki, mafumafu, after the rain, syudou, police piccadilly, yama, utsu-p, miy_yuu, azusagawa, kanaria, loluet, hoshimachi suisei, es, giga-p, deco27, tatsuya kitani, circusp, kairiki bear, keina suda, yoasobi, yorushika, biz

oshis mysta rias (rip), nina kosaka (double rip), kyo kaneko, enna alouette, gavis bettel, machina x flayon, altare regis, calliope mori, neuro-sama, rin penrose

wanna talk about any of these? send me a message! (preferably to my main blog haha)

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[paramnesiagirl]

BG3: The Power of Player Narrative

In my most recent multiplayer run of Baldur's Gate 3, the game on everyone's minds, I found myself playing the role of a companion.

I don't mean simply piloting one of those already given to you at the start of the game, no, what I managed to land myself into, was roleplaying a fully fleshed out 'custom companion', Hestia. A blue-haired, somewhat crass, Tempest Cleric of Mysta's domain.

-- She does seem a bit mean, doesn't she? --

Now, while many of us can say that we're used to making up stories for our intrepid adventurers, and designing whole narratives for them, I was surprised by the ability of BG3 to allow me to do so.

It was amazingly easy to craft an inspiring quest of a cleric now wanting revenge on a variety of former suitors from her time as a noble. Easy to invent up bits of dialogue for her (based on the tremendous amount of soft storytelling already present). Other companions 'interacted' with her based on their own traits, such as hers and Gale's mutual love for Mystra and the Weave.

It was even easy to make her her own companion tent!

-- What a bookworm! --

A bit too easy. As after hours of me interjecting with 'Hestia disapproves!' at various choice selections, the host finally decided to listen to me for once. To our extreme regret.

At around 20 hours, we had found Rugan, the Zhentarim you can 'accidentally' choose to get into trouble. Seeing as it was our own faults, Hestia wished to help him. She cut his binds herself. Unfortunately, she decided to do this in front of his enemies.

Our party might have ended in all of our deaths, that save, but it was unforgettable.

BG3 has done what few RPGs have been able to accomplish: allow players the ability to write their own stories.

I didn't feel like a player, I felt like a true working component of the game. Often times, when talking about player experience, you'll hear the words 'it felt real'. Hestia was real. The freedom and ability of me to choose details as small as the colour of her armour (gold and blue, as befitting a cleric), to selecting the little bits and bobs she'd put around her camp; all of it felt like a true release of control. A gift from the developers to myself, and every other player.

It's so damn hard to create a game these days. Everything is predetermined, hard-baked into lines upon lines of code. Yet, developers are expected to create a system that allows players to move around freely. A contradictory task.

What Larian has done, is expand upon the traditional 'box' forumula that you must place players in. They've taken the power of narrative, and put it completely into the hands of the player to design the flow of the story for. You can choose where to go, you can choose who lives and dies, you choose the state of your world.

Perhaps, that's why I'll remember BG3 till my end days.

It wasn't a pre-written story that brought me to tears because of its Oscar-winning quality, but one that we gripped the reins of hard and steered ourselves towards outcomes that only we have ourselves to blame for. It's engaged me like no other game has, except perhaps since the early days of modding Skyrim to curate our perfect and unique experiences based on over 200 mods.

So, what now?

Now, we can only hope that other companies expand upon this. Dragon Age: Dreadwolf, from the long Dragon Age RPG lineage, is slated to be released in the next few years. It, amongst many other games, will need to hold themselves up to this higher standard. One that, unlike other RPG titles released in the last three years, did not rely on DLCs or large patches in order to appeal to players.

The power of player narrative, its potential, and the manner of which game developers can go about utilising it, has now been put into full view. Now, more than ever, companies must reconsider the amount of priority they want to put onto marketing their games, verus actually making them. With the current player numbers and profits made from BG3, perhaps, they will finally be convinced.

[proship-paci]

Pacifier edits of Mysta Rias from Nijisanji / Luxiem for Anon! - Mod Popstar

[theweebsystem]

I never talked about this because ew cringe, talking about my feelings or wha'eva 💀

But anyways. My source 'graduated' (vtuber term thingy. Basically means that they quit their job. Or got fired depending on wha happened). And I'm ngl it's been a weird experience. The aftermath, I mean

He joined another company so it's not like he's gone forever. But he can no longer associate with his old persona, AKA ME, MYSTA. And we're not sure if we'll introject a version of his new character. I briefly contemplated on whether or not I should change, I dunno why. It was just a strange time ig

This is really just a ramble to vent my feelings. I never talked about any of it because it was... A lot. Overwhelming for me and Vin, since my source was/is one of his fave vtubers

[anonymous-rendezvous]

You Comfort Him - 🧡 Mysta

Mysta Rias x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿. ⏌

✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | He comforts you 🧡

✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort

✧ — Word count: 921 words | Ao3

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“Mysta, over here! Look at the ducks!” You wave your boyfriend over excitedly, looking back and forth between him and the ducks swimming across the pond. 

“Hold up, I’m coming!” The detective hurries over after paying the vendor, a cup of ice cream in his hand as he rejoins your side. “God, you’re the one who wanted ice cream. Don’t rush me around so much.” He lightly scolds you, passing you the cup.

Taking the frozen treat in your hands, you give him a small embarrassed smile. “Sorry, just the ducks are so cute and I wanted you to see them.” He shakes his head, watching you fondly as you take a spoonful of your dessert and stare out at the pond. It has been quite a while since you and Mysta had hung out like this. He’s usually super busy with detective work or doing business stuff with the boys that you haven’t been out on a date in a while. So when he approached you while you were making breakfast the other day and asked, you were immediately on board – happy to finally spend some time with your cute boyfriend.

Suddenly your expression brightens. “Wait! I think that guy over there is selling stuff to feed the birds!” Before he can even turn to look in the direction you're staring at, you thrust the cup of ice cream back into his gloved hands. “Could you hold this, please? I’ll be right back! Keep an eye on the ducks!”

“Wha–” He stares dumbfoundedly down at the cup in his hands, mouth forming a small ‘o’, before looking in the direction you ran off in. Mysta lets out a drawn-out sigh, but he can’t help the affectionate smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Walking over to the bench nearby, he slumps down on it while keeping his eyes locked on the group of ducks splashing in the water.

It’s only been a few moments, but from the corner of his eye, he notices a guy taking a seat at the other end of the bench. Mysta remains silent, picking up your spoon and swirling it around the cup, taking a bite to make it look like he’s busy and to give himself something to do with his hands. He can feel the guy's eyes on him, and it’s another moment before the stranger decides to try speaking to him. “Hey.”

Mysta side-eyes him for a moment, debating whether he should respond before reluctantly responding, “…Hi.”

“Hi!” The stranger visibly brightens, and scoots a little closer on the bench, causing the brunette to tense up. “I noticed you a little while ago and I just wanted to tell you that I think you're really pretty.”

It takes a lot of self-control to stop his face from scrunching up. “Uh… Okay?”

“It didn’t seem right for someone like you to be sitting all alone, so I wanted to keep you company.”

“I’m not alone.” His fingers start to tap restlessly along the paper cup still clutched between his gloved fingers. “I came here with my partner. They’ll be back in a minute.”

The guy tips his head to the side, eyes remaining locked on him. “Ah, the person that ran off? Well, clearly they’re not a suitable partner, leaving you all alone like this.”

He doesn't even attempt to hide his frustration this time. “Dude. Can you stop?”

“What? I’m not doing anything. I’m just trying to keep you company.”

“I didn’t fucking ask you to?”

“Hey now, there’s no reason to talk to me that way–”

The guy's sentence is cut off as you suddenly come bouncing in front of Mysta. “Hey, babe, I’m back! So it turns out the guy wasn’t selling bird food, but he was nice enough to give me this bag of oats and birdseed.” You don’t even spare the other guy a glance, gently taking one of your boyfriend's hands in your own. “Also, there are way more ducks down that way, so let's head over there, yeah? We can take pictures in front of them!” With no further preamble, the pair of you quickly moves away from the persistent stranger.

Once enough space is put between the pair of you and the stranger, you let out a sigh of relief. Your fingers wiggle in between his and give his hand a reassuring squeeze as you give him a look of concern. “Are you okay?”

He lets out a long breath, the tension finally starting to ease from his shoulders. “Yeah…”

“I’m sorry–”

He squeezes your hand back reassuringly, giving you a small smile. “Don’t. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I’m still sorry. It’s not fun being in those situations.” You say with a shake of your head, slowing your pace to stop. “If there’s anything you need, or want, to feel more comfortable, please let me know. We can head home if you want to?”

Mysta shakes his head, giving your hand another squeeze. “I want to stay here with you.”

“Are you sure? You can change your mind.”

“Mhmm” He hums, nodding in agreement, his chest feeling warm as he takes in your concern. “C’mon, let's go feed those ducks.” With a gentle tug of your hand, he leads the pair of you towards the direction of the older man, who’d given you the bird feed. Peacefully sitting with him as you feed the birds, and chat the day away; content smiles, never leaving your faces as you look at each other.

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[klai-16xoxo]

NIJISANJI LOVERS, GREAT NEWS!!!!!

IT IS HERE THE NEW WAVE!!!!!

Ngl, I thought niji gonna continue their move with adding more numbers to each wave and we gonna have a 7 member XD

But lol I known also they wouldn’t do that but anyway~… I really love the design and ideas of the new three beautiful boys and the fact they actually share the same world and lore as the other waves from the JP side is new!!

Tbh my eyes already fall for Vezalius Bandage somewhat so let us see if he going to be thrown to the basement along side mysta and Nina or nah~

Speaking of Mysta, him and Rosemi gonna be the ones who doing the debut this time so everyone be ready to see the most Seiso (Rosemi) and unSeiso (Mysta) working together to welcome and introduce their new members to the family XD

Remember everyone to be kind and welcoming to our new livers and let us enjoy their presence in the Nijisanji family✨💕🌈

[vtuberconfessions]

really sorry to bring drama about vshoujo debut into this but there's been leaks and stuff and it's 80% confirmed to be mysta based on the mods on the new twitch and old accounts being renamed to k9kuro

Well fuck.

[drrandombear]

A New Villain Approaches

Fanart for @mtqcomic (if you’re looking for a good terraria sprite comic I highly recommend!)

I also just added the Perforator Hive worms cause I feel like it fits this dudes vibes :]