[HSR 3.3] When a man loses all of his companions, he’s bound to break. Grappling with the broken pieces of all he’s known, Phainon descends in a rabbit hole of regrets.
sfw ♡ wc 1.7k
(art pogogu_3)
“Become the dawn deliverer.” Those were Mydeimos’ last words to the solitary prince, words which would never make it to his beloved’s ears. Golden blood spilling from his spine, his weak spot - his tenth voracic vertebrae. Chrysos heirs continued to drop like flies across Amphoreus, descending into a city of chaos at the harsh truth being displayed for all to see and yet, in Mydei’s last moments, he chokes out that dying hope. That small hope of Phainon’s fortitude allowing him to push through it all, but unfortunately it wasn’t so easy.
Since the news of Aglaea’s passing, Phainon had been increasingly dissociating, his speech becoming colder, but his mind only grew louder, booming into an orchestral crescendo.
“Why couldn't you save them?”
“Why couldn't you do more?”
“Why do you have to face this alone?”
His mentor figures, who had stuck by him for thousands of years, ripped away in an instant, snuffed out like lights, at the hands of a being who… should be on their side? He couldn’t shake the feeling, no. THIS uncanny feeling crawled into his skin making his hair stand up and his throat go dry when he stared into the void face of that damned Flame Reaver. Like he was staring at a warped reflection in the water, so ghostly and transient, but he’s always been there. “He’s an enemy… of Okhema and Era Nova. It’s the only logical solution,” he mutters under his breath, both hands gripping and rubbing through his scalp.
Except nothing is proven logical or true in the face of such uncertainty.
Phainon couldn’t help but circle back to his past, a desperate attempt to escape the present, the trauma he walks with like an anchor around his feet. This kind of isolation is enough to drive a man to his limit.
Trianne and Trinnon’s noble sacrifice for the cause, Aglaea’s long-lasting protecting and belief in Phainon until she had her last bath in that warm pool of gold. Cipher’s lies and trickery kept the city afloat for much longer than it should have survived, but who is here to tell that tale, when she died for petty change?
How angry could he be at himself for feeling like his time was Mydei was cut so abruptly short? His perfect pair, their insatiable adrenaline on the battle field, and how tenderly he wished he could treat him behind closed doors. When it was just them alone, he could almost forget about the stakes. When their swords flashed against one another, their heavy breaths in the heat of battle, drenched and still pretending they haven’t broken a sweat. Phainon could almost forget the idea inheriting the coreflame, of building a new world. He never realised he would forge a new world all alone.
He remembered in his mind he could imagine an alternate reality, where none of his friends and loved ones had to suffer at the hands of such a cruel fate, prophesied long ago. Phainon can squeeze his eyes shut and delude himself with conversations of a Mydei who slowly, but surely accepted Phainon’s love. Everything he had to give.
In the fight, it was serious, both men competitive and wanting to assert superiority towards one another. Away from the notion of bloodshed, where they could just exist, Phainon treated Mydei like tomorrow was never promised. Like he could slip away at any instant. And of course one day, he inevitably did. His cherished immortal, plucked out of his solar system, left as a sun with nothing to be meaningful to. He even forgot to give a proper goodbye, partaking in wishful thinking like a child with his fingers crossed that an amazing day wouldn’t end. For a glimpse of that genuine smile of joy, his hair blowing in the crisp air at that moment when they decide “It’s a tie.” The Crown Prince would always sigh, and relax his arms, rolling his shoulders back as he laughed, that beautifully addictive laugh. It was Phainon’s precious treasure, and the way they’d look at each other, those fiery eyes meeting his icy ones was so pure, so unfiltered. They spoke without speaking, falling into place like a jigsaw.
On the few occasions where Phainon would end their feuds a little more injured than usual, he would always be touched so gently like he was going to break if he pressed too hard. Mydei would fall into silence, and move his hands so tenderly on his body, muttering quiet “Sorry”s as his face burned. Phainon was always amused at his embarrassment but now that he’s gone, he looks back on it with nothing but regret. Regret at not saying how much he cherished that time together. Only in his imaginations to placate the overwhelming pressure placed upon him by the prophecy, Kephale’s coreflame, and a world flipped on its head. Only in his dreams could he look upon his face to say “It’s a date, Mydeimos,” always denying this farewell because it’s the one he cannot accept.
“Forget you? Like I’d ever.” And Phainon could never forget Mydei, his relentless determination despite the duty thrust upon him, alone in defending against the black tide, risking himself to be corrupted. Is it so selfish that Phainon never wanted to say the word “farewell”? How can anyone say “farewell” to their future? His dear prince was seemingly the only constant in his life, until that too was gone. With Mydei in his arms as daybreak flowed through the window, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, it felt like Phainon had a taste of heaven, soaring through the clouds on perfectly crafted wings, the sun and stars looking upon him favourably.
He dreamt of running his fingers through Mydei’s thick hair as they recounted stories of their childhood homes, the friends they had before calamity struck, their favourite foods. The word for “lovers” in their languages. Always leaving his other hand to wander his skin, to memorise every battle scar just to prove he could. To break down his emotional defense, even though his physical ones were oh-so sufficient.
“Let’s not make this a tearful farewell.” “Such wishful thinking, you fool…” Phainon muttered under his breath, his hair dishevelled and tears beginning to stream down his cheeks. He would rather have his heart ripped out from bare hands than face the future. The past is so much more comforting, so much safer. So he breathes again and retreats to a safe space.
“I think they were all wrong, about this power I possess. It’s more of a, to live through this endless cycle, inside this endless prison, all for what? Until when?
Is this a fate that I’m a slave to until the end of time?
But this isn’t my real curse.
Not going through and failing that trial, flashes of a ravaged Aedes Elysiae, nowhere to call home, my trauma turned into the sword that stabs me.
Not being torched alive with the heat of at least one thousand suns (and only then did I wail, only then did I hear the words I wished to say to you, all those words dying in my throat in case that was the end of me).
Not even bearing this core flame and the weight of creation of a whole new universe.
My curse is having to leave you behind. Having the image of your failing body in my arms, golden blood oozing from your weakness, as I willed every power I knew to bring you back to me.
I never saw with my own two eyes your body as it withered, but I could see it in my mind, so vividly.
Only then did my tears fall.
So many unsaid words. Why couldn't I have said I loved you? Would it be easier to cope with now if you had known how I felt? Before you thrust yourself into danger?
My selfish desires to keep you all to myself have made me inconsolable. You have so much power over me, even from beyond the grave, Mydei.
I only have my delusions to answer my questions, but is it so insane to miss the sound of your voice? When I could hear your smile without having to see your face?”
At the moment he opens his eyes, his heart descends from the skies like Icarus. Phainon’s hands fall to the wayside as he slides down the wall to the ground, body slumped in pure dejection, stinging tears of regret caressing his cheeks. So akin to broken porcelain, an image so picturesque it could be frozen. Painted for all to see. Those bloodshot blue eyes, twitching ever so slightly, the sole witness of the new world mourning the love he left behind.
He mutters the prophecy under his breath, desperate to unlock its purpose, some kind of greater meaning to all the devastating loss in such quick succession.
“All shall bid farewell to one, and that person alone will witness the miracle…” whispered like a broken record. And oddly, he begins to laugh, his voice quiet yet hoarse and raw.
“Always alone. In every phase of this life I am always alone.” He shakes head in slow disapproval continuing, “To whatever decided this fate for me, did you have to take away the person I…” Phainon’s voice trails off as tears stream faster from his eyes, “…the one person I love the most?” His shoulders shake as he laughs while crying, shaking his head as if to dismiss the sentence entirely.
The concoction of regret, guilt and anguish all churn in Phainon’s mind, coloured a burning red rage. Rising from the ground, he takes strides of newfound confidence, a purpose. He was a soldier with an order, and planned to enact his vengeance on the Flame Reaver, Aquila, and whoever else stood in his way of his goal.
Phainon knew it was time to take all that he had learnt from his fellow Chrysos Heirs, use his anger in the upcoming battle.
To do them justice.
To make sure their demise was never in vain.
To become the dawn deliverer.
It’s what he wanted.
It was always Phainon who would witness the miracle, and it was time to see this through.
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im just excited (and scared) for 3.4 and phainon’s inevitable crashout (which comes out today i’m pretty sure!!) i started writing this at the start of june and now i’ve finally finished it! i know my yaoi ship is cooked but at least i can write about them 💔
(kinda) college au!jinx makes a shitty party you’re at worth it.
nsfw 🩶 2k words
You’re in the corner of some party, a friend of a friend’s. The bass boost of the music makes your head throb, and each tiny sip of whatever’s in your cup makes you scoot further from the small talk into any hidden corner. You check your phone again, just to make sure you read the message right. Of course, she said she’d be here “in 10 minutes”, but it’s been 20. Maybe she just wants a grand entrance as always. Jinx was always the centre of attention wherever she was, whether she wanted to be or not.
How do people do this party thing so regularly? Maybe it’s because you weren’t there with any close friends, or everywhere just reeks of alcohol and you’re scared you’ll throw up from the scent, so many people yelling over the music you can’t even hear yourself think.
But everything falls away when she’s in the room.
It’s like she’s magnetic, and you just can’t help but follow where she goes. Instantly, a flash of blue hair darts through the crowd and you know it could only be one person. Now you’re getting up, weaving your way between all these people just to get to her. Because you just have to see her face to face. Her eyebrows a little furrowed, chewing her bottom lip until she turns to where you stand, your stomach filled with a flurry of butterflies.
Just like the movies, everyone else disappears, a spotlight following wherever she goes and right now, her gaze is fixed on you. Her smile lines so pronounced you can’t help but reciprocate her joy. You feel so sick with anticipation, childlike joy, so nervous you'll ruin this moment, and you don’t even speak a word.
Part of you just wants to freeze this. Or at least slow this for just a few more seconds, to stare into those eyes, appreciate her face, adorned by everything she’s ever loved.
She snaps you out of your trance, stepping closer to you to speak in your ear. “You like how I look that much? Is it the eyeshadow?” She steps back a little to close her eyes and show off the blue and pink glitter under the lights, but you’re still too starstruck to say anything, blinking and swallowing, stuck in your own head. Jinx backs away, biting her bottom lip and tilting her head to look at you, up and down. “Stop blushing!”, you yell at yourself in your head, to no avail of course.
Jinx grabs your hand and turns to lead you through the people, and out through the door to the garden, turning you around another tight corner to a secluded inner alley. It’s private, still close enough to hear all the noise but at least now you can focus.
“I know I showed up a little later than you wanted, but I didn’t think you’d say NOTHING… are you mad at me?”
Maybe now that you’re outside, the air is getting to your lungs properly as you clear your throat to speak. “Sorry, I was just… distracted I guess.” A weak laugh probably isn’t going to save you now. Hopefully, she doesn’t notice your whole body burning up on the spot. It’s not your fault you think she looks so pretty, in that vintage leather jacket, a short black dress she altered with her personality all over it, so easy to get your hand under, to feel her skin. Her glittery eyes, and perfectly placed lipstick, but you just wanted a taste. Who wouldn’t think she looks pretty like this?
“You’re drifting again, back to earth,” she playfully clicks in front of your eyes to regain your attention, and she’s looking at you like she can read your mind, a mischievous smile forming on her face. Her arms meet behind her back and she steps a little closer to you, her eyes dropping down to your lips sd she licks hers. Like she’ll devour you whole with no hesitation. “Distracted by… what?”
Is there even a normal answer? She’s starting to get off on these trick questions but you blink quickly and try to stay calm, avoiding eye contact, breathing in deeply— “Look at me.” Her voice isn’t powerful or harsh, but it drops a little low, with a pleading tone. You’re drinking it up, just want to hear her say “Please,” with that voice, be hypnotised by all the things she can make you do. Especially when she speaks like that.
“Distracted by you. I mean you look so…” Say something. Say ANYTHING. Since Jinx walked into the room, your brain to mouth connection got turned off and your eyes have been doing the talking for you. But Jinx is taking notice, even when you’re not. She moves her arms to wrap around your neck instead, giving her reason to press her body up to yours. “Tell me what you think, I know you can.” Her whispers send chills down your spine, and your ravenous thoughts are only furthered.
If this is true temptation, then you may be a sinner for life. Your heart beats out of your chest a little more each second you’re looking at her, humming and licking your lips letting the words stumble out of your mouth, “You look pretty, like really pretty, in your dress, and your makeup,” And the rambling feels like it won’t stop. She releases one of her hands from your neck to guide one of yours, sliding it up along her leg to let you touch it, hoisting it up so it’s at your waist. “Fuck…” you mutter softly. Her teasing is going to drive you insane. She giggles a little, and she knows you want this. The cool air outside isn’t enough to stop your temperature from rising.
“What else do you like?” The more she guides your hand up and down her thigh, the more your inhibitions slip away, drunk from this feeling of being near her. “Your lips,” said so quickly the words could’ve disappeared with the wind, and even though she probably caught it, she relishes from a little embarrassment. “You gotta speak up honey, I didn’t hear ya~” And your mistake was even trying to fight back. “You little liar-” is where your sentence starts, but the words die in your throat with her other hand coming around to your neck and gripping, catching you off guard. She releases your hand from her leg to laugh a little louder in your ear this time, standing upright. “Use your words baby. Tell me what you want.”
Her hand around your neck dances down your chest, then trailing her finger down your body playfully and stopping right where it matters. You didn’t even think you’d get so worked up tonight, but she’s enough to undo you.”Can you… kiss me…” trying to hide yourself away in shame at this whole situation. That laugh is like a drug to you now, “So polite when you ask me for a kiss, sweet girl~” leaning in and granting you what you want.
Your lips connect, as she kisses you back softly, but you’re so hungry for her taste you meet hers with a little more speed, your hands around her waist to pull her into you, making noises into her mouth like this is what you’ve waited for your whole life. She pulls back to move your face left and right, eyes wide with lips half open to taste her lips again, the sweetness of her lipstick, to feel that joy in each laugh. You’re craving her touch on every part of your skin, more than willing to be vocal.
“You taste so good,” licking your lips and starting to lean in for another kiss, ignoring the slight shake in your legs and the growing ache. She stops you where you are, “Nuh-uh. You’ve messed up my makeup, so I need to make this a little difficult for you. Isn’t it fair?” She smiles again, but this time you’re not sure why. One hand stabilises around your hip, and she dips her head into the crook of your neck and kisses around it, her other hand dipping under your dress to your panties, the touch so sudden you throw your head back in shock. “Oh fuck,” but she can’t stop giggling and moaning into your neck while she touches you, but not for long. Just giving you a taste of relief and pulling it away.
“I had a feeling you’d be turned on but… I think you could finish from just us makin’ out.” But now your thoughts are running away from you, the thought of grinding up against her body, trying to keep your voices down as you cry to come, while she holds your hands away, biting down on your hands to stop mindlessly rambling how good it feels. The conclusion is obvious — You could finish untouched. You blink a few times slowly as you look at her, and she gets the message, her eyes a little bright.
“Oh really…” She goes back into your neck for another feast, catching her eyes pink and half-lidded, sucking the skin until it started to hurt, and you started to whine and press your legs together. “Oh Jinx, keep doing that,” and your reassurance is all she needs to take it up a notch. Because today, she’s making things hard for you. She pulls away from your neck, breathing a little heavy. Maybe this isn’t as easy for her to manage as she let off. “It’s taking everything in me, to not wanna play with your body right now.” And everything in you screams to be played with, to be touched and pinched, scratched and gripped by her, and you can only muster weak whimpers, still carried away and wanting to touch yourself. “Please Jinx, please,” is all you have left in you, after what feels like forever of imagining what this feels like.
She bites her bottom lip, putting both her arms around your waist. sighing delicately as she considers, all while pushing her knee between your legs, raising them until your eyes flutter shut, moaning mindlessly. “Oh my, oh right there Jinx,” She hums in satisfaction at your noises and gets as close as she can to hear you when she says your name, and you start moving a little, the feeling pushing you to your limit. “Keep moving for me, I’m bending my rules a little to make you feel good,” she whispers breathily, breathing louder with you. “It’s so easy to make you moan for me, so easy.” You just can’t keep your pathetic noises to yourself but she loves hearing how good she makes you feel. “Say my name,” and of course you do what she says, moving your torso wherever her hands allow you, the friction and wetness growing more and more, crying out so loud it’s like you just can’t take it. “J-jinx I love it when you do that, keep touching me there, I’m so… fuck,”
And when she can hear you’re getting a little close she lowers her knee, bringing you in to kiss all over your chest, leaving her mark on you before making you lose your mind again. “Please, please keep going Jinx, I’m so… so fucking close,” and there are tears falling from your eyes. “I wanna hear more of your little noises before I let you make a mess of yourself~” laughing and squeezing her nails into your thighs to make you gasp from the pain. She readjusts your position on her, moving you back and forth as your cries grow louder, “so fucking desperate” as Jinx calls it, when all the sensations hit you at once, gasping and squeezing your eyes shut as you ride out the wave, so dizzy you could fall from where you stand. Your sudden movements and screams as you feel the cum dripping down you let her set you down with her hands to keep you in place. She pecks you with her lips and wipes your eyes and whispers, “I hope no one saw us,” before winking and holding you close.
You should feel embarrassed or on edge, but instead you feel safe. Nothing could replace this warmth, and maybe this shitty party was worth it.
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came up with this idea after the music video for “party for u”! this is more of a powder au than anything because i kinda ripped off the timebomb scene (and used powder for the header……) buuuuut i wrote it as jinx so it’s staying that way! also happy pride month ^_−☆ if there are spelling mistakes i’ll fix them later
you call jinx at 3am and she picks up, so you give her some . . . stress relief.
nsfw 🩶 wc 2.1k
It was a boring late night for you, and it seemed to be part of your daily routine to keep ruining your sleep schedule. Your body knew that when it struck three in the morning with nothing to do, you could drink cold water or stare at the ceiling trying to materialise something to at least make the time worthwhile. There’s no way you could fall asleep right now. Tonight, you come up with something new that’ll make your time awake worthwhile, clicking open your phone and scrolling through the contacts, until you land on one. “Jinx. ♡”
Your eyes lock into place on her name, twiddling your thumbs and biting your lip in bed, battling whether to call at such an hour. ”Would she even be awake? What if I’m waking her up?” You were hesitant, but the utter boredom and loneliness compelled you to at least try. So you click her number and call, almost wincing at your confidence, but you shouldn’t really trust any of your actions at three in the morning. It’s a known fact. You hold the phone up to your ear, hearing one ring, two and then a third. Right before the fourth ring, you hear a click on the other end of the line and a quick “Hello? You there?”
She sounds tired, clearly from working late (no matter how many times you plead with her to rest) and a raspy voice like a Marlboro Red pack was a few cigarettes down. You indulged the sound of it though, taking in every breath and word her mic could pick up. In the background, you can hear the spam clicking of a computer mouse, and a clatter from her glasses probably falling off her head again. You laugh at her clumsiness and finally respond after a few seconds of auditory observation, if that’s what you could call it. “Yeah, I’m here. But you sound busy, what’re you working on so late?” She coughs a few times, quite suspiciously, but maybe the lack of rest is making you question her actions unnecessarily. “I mean… I can show you if you want? But we’ll have to switch to video.” Unashamedly, you grin like a new holiday has been founded, just at the chance to see her face in front of you on your little screen. “Okay… let’s do that.” Your attempt at nonchalance is futile, because your finger already sped to the button, awaiting to see her.
And it’s so worth the wait. There’s a little movement as she props her phone up against the mirror at her desk, all cluttered with wires and metal, riddling the space around her like a shell. Her hair is more of a mullet/shag style now, with streaks of pink through the blue poking out from underneath, tucked behind her ears with a few strands falling to the front just right. You were astute in pointing out her fatigue, as her wide pink eyes blink slower, dark circles forming under them, running her hands through her hair. She starts showing you the projects she’s been working on, but all you’re focused on are her fingers, thinking about what they felt like inside you, in your mouth, pulling your hair. You still listen lovingly and attentively, trying to ask questions about things you don’t understand (the entire project to be honest). Sometimes you wonder if she’s just too good for you. As she leans her head on the back of the chair, you can tell that she’s man-spreading trom her posture, and your mind is only fuelling with more ideas.
If you were any closer to her place, you’d teleport to her at that very moment, giving her the stress relief she clearly needs, straddling her lap while you kiss her with your hands roaming her body. “Glad you’re happy to see me,” Jinx says, as she leans close to the screen to look at you through the lens, catching you in the act while you subtly adjust yourself. You can’t stop yourself from smiling just by looking at her face, her small pouts and the way she shuffles her glasses around her face when she clearly needs another pair. “I’m always happy to see you,” you respond quietly, even though you’re not embarrassed. You prop your phone up on another pillow as you lean on your side above the covers to give her a better view of you. She doesn’t try to hide the way she’s drinking up the view of your body, stopping at the parts she likes. “You’re such a perv, you know that right?” you tease. You’re also a hypocrite. Don’t we all have faults?
She laughs in response and mockingly raises her hands next to her head whispering “Guilty.” She rubs her lips with a finger, her eyes darting around the room above her phone, but you’re just too selfish and crave her attention. What you didn’t know was that she was scanning pictures that riddled the walls of her hideout, pictures of you, all in clusters at the corners of her mirror. Pictures from when you’d be together in person, her favourites being polaroids of you with little to no clothes on, her hands sneaking under your shirt, your skirt, any part of your skin she could get her hands on right before she clicked the shutter. All her treasures of you were kept incredibly safe, with the ones on display cherry-picked by her to look at. That’s if you want to believe all she’d do is look at them.
She’d collected a few more for her personal collection, getting some pictures while you’d be out, in those sundresses she loves on you—but off as well. Almost always lingering just around the corner to make sure you’re safe, like an angry bodyguard, because she’d do anything to protect the one she loves. And now, at three in the morning, her eyes practically light up remembering some of the thoughts she’d had while looking at them, grinding herself to oblivion just thinking about them, whispering your name over and over. All you could see was her looking around and back at you with a growing smile, with a trace of lust. But again, maybe you were imagining things for your own sick benefit.
She leaned back into her seat again, tentatively asking “Whatcha wearin’?” now with the nail of her middle finger in her mouth. You blush at the realisation you weren’t overthinking the feelings in the air, bringing the phone closer to your body for her to get a close look. “So fuckin’ hot…” you hear her mutter under her breath, stirring you on to draw her out as long as you could. Starting at the top with a plain vest, you push the phone along to your torso, with your other hand moving down over one of your breasts. Jinx inhales sharply, biting her lower lip with more force. “You wanna see more?” you tease, met with frantic blinks and nods to see you. Your hand trails on down to your waist, fingers dipping in and out of the waistband of your underwear, lifting them and releasing to make a ‘snap’ on your skin, moaning just loud enough she could hear you. You could tell Jinx was enjoying the spectacle, looking wide awake now, staring as if she’d get x-ray vision or undress you through the screen, her breath stilted as if she hadn’t been fed in a while, or as if she’d been running. Of course, the reality was her rubbing her thighs together, trying to feel herself through her clothes, the thought of you getting her off already. But she desperately didn’t want to be the only one to suffer. “Fuck, you look so good,” she breathes out, as you readjust your camera to show your face, blushing profusely.
“Did you… miss me?” Jinx asks, with a little more sensitivity in her voice, although her heart rate was still picking up pace, and a growing throb to attend to. You turn to lie on your front while avoiding looking at her, “I missed you so much, it was kinda embarrassing…” giggling at how much you thought of her all day, every day. “Can you… show me?” At this, your head quickly turns back to look at her, she’s practically reinvigorated with energy, one hand in her hair grabbing it in a fistful, and the other down under. You knew what she meant, but also you didn’t, and wanted her to clarify. Just to hear her say it and beg you for it. “Show you what honey?” You grin to yourself as she whimpers in frustration like a lost puppy, trying to figure out the words to say. “Cmon, you can use your words with me.” You can see every piece of reassurance pushing her over the edge, her eyes blinking shut and her whines becoming a little louder. ”Fuck… you know what I want,” but you don’t give in and simply shake your head as if puzzled.
“Show me how bad you… missed me. I know you wanna…” Jinx’s sentence trails off into unintelligible moans and inhales, whispering your name and practically begging to hear your noises now. “Please baby, I wanna hear you so bad, p-please,” And for what feels like an eternity of holding back, you give in. With a condition though. “Only if you watch me the whole time. No touching yourself.” She pouts and releases a few breaths before acquiescing to your request, as she only got wetter. “Good girl, I know it was hard to use your words~” She only groaned in retaliation and kept her eyes laser focused on you.
You turn to sit on your back, drawing your fingers in and out or your mouth, making the sucking loud enough she can hear, watching her shake and breathe slowly to resist herself from grinding herself against anything. “God you sound so dirty,” Once done, you push your bottoms off in a quick motion, moving the camera closer to your underwear, so Jinx can see every detail. “I wish you were here right now to touch me,” you stroke up your thigh, and Jinx almost bites her finger off just looking at you. You move the middle part of your pants off to stroke it delicately with your slick fingers, shuddering and moaning at the feeling. Showing off your wetness to Jinx, you go “I wish you could taste me right now,” lowering your fingers and pressing two inside of you. It’s a slow, deep thrust, and Jinx practically salivates all over herself just staring, and as you draw your fingers out you can hear the squelch and it’s driving you insane. “This is all for you Jinx, all for you,” pushing your pants down so she can see you naked where she wants to. She breathes loudly, her hand wandering her body trying so hard to avoid giving in, as she moans mindlessly. You resume thrusting your fingers in and out of your pussy, getting louder and louder with each cry for Jinx, how you wished she could feel how wet you are, how much a slut you’re being.
Your heart feels like it’ll explode out of your chest, bringing yourself to the edge of an orgasm. “You’ve been so good at listening to me, so you can touch yourself now, okay?” Jinx was so excited at the lack of self restraint she didn’t hesitate to give herself the pleasure she’d been waiting for. “Baby you’re so… fuck you’re so hot when you do that,” hearing her whine your name and how badly she wants to touch you. You pick up where you left off, thrusting yourself with no remorse, your other hand digging into your skin, twisting your own nipples for the pain, eyes watering as you keep dropping in cum. You hear Jinx’s voice, “You’re so close, I know you are, just keep goin’ for me honey— fuck.. those noises, I love your moans,” as you cry and beg to cum after being on the edge for so fucking long. Jinx starts to get more high-pitched, already close to finishing, while you’re starting to get frustrated. You start moving around into different positions while fingering yourself, gasping and moaning for breath out of impatience until you start to feel the wave crashing into you. “J-jinx, holy fuck I’m gonna—” This time, there’s no time to finish speaking before a tidal wave orgasm crashes into you, parts of your body stinging from the twisting and pinching, feeling the cum dripping out of of your body, laying slack on the bed with the smell in the air. At the same time, you hear Jinx moaning loudly into her hands, biting onto it as a gag to keep her more quiet, but it’s safe to say you both got exactly what you needed.
“You were so… good,” Jinx pants from tired breath, her hair more of a mess but still beautiful anyway, as you sigh and blow a kiss back to her, mouthing “I love you” to her, both enjoying each other’s company—even if it’s not in person.
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idk how i feel about this one but thanks for all the love on “morning fun” it was so unexpected !! i wanna try more angsty things but i thought i’d throw this one together for the weekend. 🩶 i am gonna find a way to fix that header though…. Trust
You’d think after seeing a friend go through an arduous trial, risking his life for ascension to godhood, that a natural course of events would follow. Saying you’re “there if they need anything”, down to go for a drink, things of that nature.
But Mydei and Phainon decided to raise the heat in the baths when it comes to stress relief.
“There’s no such word as “fear” in the Kremnoan language.”
“Let’s put that to the test.”
sfw with a little . . . tension 🩶 wc 2.1k
(art @ KlayrG twt)
One would assume that warriors who have fought countless battles, ripped apart mortal flesh, beings imbued with strength beyond the human imagination would conduct themselves with the responsibility, grace, and dignity the power requires. And yet, Phainon and Mydeimos couldn’t resist regressing to childlike tendencies when near each other, partaking in ten-day sword fights and bickering like children—or an old married couple.
Their recent feud had commenced from Mydei’s approach to the other from behind him at the baths, finding himself… hesitant. For as many eons as his existence had stretched, the times where Mydei wasn’t immediately defensive or drawing his sword were few and far between. Endlessly scrolling through the possibilities in his head while standing right behind Phainon was becoming unentertaining, but he knew he needed to say something. “How could I greet him after coming back from the Core Flame trial?” Such a test of will, his hatred almost getting him ripped apart in the process. No one said it was easy ascending to become a demigod. But of course, Mydei knew he would be okay. “I know that man can pull through,” he had remarked to Tribbie. He was confident back then, but where had it gone now?
“How’s your recovery coming along, my friend?” Too nice. “Why don’t you take a bath to recharge?” What voice in his head was coming up with these? That didn’t even sound like Mydei. Instead, he settled for something more fitting of his…personality. “Am I seeing things? Or is the magnificent Deliverer finally deigning to step outside?” Mydei crossed his arms over his chest as Phainon barely turned to face him, “hmph”ing like a child. “What kind of a response is that?”
Phainon relaxes and turns around, his nose scrunching up like a bunny, “Nothing. I was just imitating your usual response.” He smirks slightly, adjusting one hand to his hip. Anyone could see the gleam of his bright blue eyes, taking this as a small victory, and Mydei could only roll his eyes at the implication. Phainon inquired about his future ascension, but right now, Mydei didn’t want to think about it, or even explain it. Phainon couldn’t sense divine presence on Mydei, his hesitance reeking off for all to see.
Until Phainon started reciting lines of poetry, gazing off into the distance, maintaining eye contact once he was done. Mydei narrowed his eyes in confusion, ”What are you playing at this time?” Phainon continued, “Surely the dear crown prince of Kremnos knows how to appreciate some poetry?” Mydei’s heart thumped a little harder in his chest the way he emphasised the word dear. Had he imagined that? Why was he always playing games? The last few days have been a chaotic blur, he must just be making things up. But he was worried this immortal vessel would betray him. “Control yourself, Mydei,” he urged himself. He cleared his throat in an attempt to regain dominance over the conversation, asserting “Kremnoans steer clear from such weak literature, but my library has collections of such a kind—“ Wait. Was Phainon smiling? His smirk wasn’t this big at the start of their conversation.
Whatever. Phainon began excitedly ranting on, analysing the poet’s yearning for home, et cetera. Mydei couldn’t help staring at his eyes though. The way they shine and reflect the gold from the baths in those marbled eyes. That nonchalant facade he puts up, even though he feels everything so deeply. Maybe if Mydei was closer to human, he would long for that kind of enthusiasm. Maybe it’s something he’s been missing. “I know how to interpret poetry, HKS.” If Mydei’s mean and dismissive enough to him, his feelings won’t be exposed, right? Such fickle emotions have no room for Kremnoans, their fate subjecting them to bloodshed. Perhaps, he can push off the pain of their inevitable farewell. Phainon always fights to be a hero, at his own expense.
Phainon chuckled, his eyes closing into crescent moons, teeth exposed. “So quaint… so human,” Mydei drifted into his own mind. “I guess there’s no need to be profound. Thanks for getting me out of a tight spot, but you’re clearly not ready for the trial either.” If Mydei paid attention, he could even hear the worry in his voice behind that smile. Imagine that. The Nameless Hero, Chrysos Heir, pleading with wide eyes for Mydei to be safe. Mydei almost cracked a smile at the thought. “This little scoundrel… always pointing out the obvious.”
However, their situations for ascension weren’t the same, and Mydei made sure it was duly noted. “I can’t ascend until I resolve the issues of my people first.” What came next didn’t need to be said aloud, but Phainon still stated it anyway. “So do you, the mighty Mydeimos…” his voice drops a little lower as he steps closer to Mydei, “…wish to defy the tradition that has endured among your people for millennia?”
Mydei sighed in frustration at the contemplation of such a decision, still thinking about what to do. As his hand rubbed his head, he could see Phainon’s cheek turning a tinge of red, as he took two paces back to where he once stood. What was he embarrassed about? “Never mind… I suppose it’s not my place to offer you counsel.” Except Mydei could find himself talking to him through the day. Despite their banter and bickering, they were like reigniting sparks whether in the heat of a battle or the mundane, walking Amphoreus’ paths. Couldn’t all things in life happen this easily?
“An idea does strike me though…” There’s that mischievous look. “Go ahead. Let’s see what terrible idea you’ve come up with this time.” Yet he’d partake in all his ”terrible ideas”. Why? Perhaps he doesn’t have the words for it. Phainon, arms crossed over his armour, strides forward two paces, cocking his head to the side at Mydei, his voice dropping slightly lower. “Maybe we both need to relieve some stress. Let’s recommence our previous competition…”
And all the Gods should have struck Mydeimos down for the thoughts that ran laps around his head when he heard that sentence. Mydei shouldn’t even give him all this credit, or fuel his ego for making his body act in unpredictable ways. He couldn’t even look into his eyes, or what would Phainon see? He knew he was smart. He had to surrender.
“We’ll see who can stay in the super hot bath for longer!” Phainon smiled cheekily, eyebrows furrowed with a fire in his belly, ready to face off his opponent, but he hadn’t anticipated how challenging this would be on the body… and mind. Mydei was still rendered speechless, and Phainon always got a kick out of making him stutter. “You chickening out already?” bumping his shoulder with his own. He barely hit him with strength, yet he seemed slightly off guard by it. “Is he okay today… he seems so flustered.” Mydei’s weird mood aside, Phainon was determined to win the competition.
“The phrase “chickening out” does not exi—“
“…exist in Kremnoan language. I understand, you can save me the spiel. We’re here to relieve stress… is that okay with you my dear prince?”
Mydei wasn’t sure whether to be more offended by the vomit-inducing pet name or interrupting his sentence, and predicting it correctly! Mydei was losing his grips on this conversation, but luckily their competition wasn’t with words. He grunts dismissively. “Whatever. Let’s do this. I’ll have to teach you some royal etiquette.” But nothing Mydei wanted to teach him was royal… or anything of etiquette at all. Well, he should save that for another day.
With that, the sauna battle had commenced, both men face to face mere inches apart, stripping down from their full armour to robes. Mydei’s armour was already minimal, so he merely removed the metal and wore shorts. The water splashed as they got in making areas of Phainon’s robe transparent, clinging to his chest, and Mydei made no show of hiding it. Looking at his porcelain skin, sculpted by the gods, tracing down to his abdomen so clearly defined, converging at the V, how he wished he could just get a taste—“Eyes up here~” Phainon remarked sweetly, with Mydei rolling his eyes as Phainon winked. It was a relief Phainon was no mind-reader, or Mydei would’ve made sure he was no longer immortal. The two men’s unrelenting resolve heated up the water around them, the steam rising up to the heavens themselves, their faces growing redder and blood rushing all around their bodies.
Phainon was started to feel weaker in the fight, but of course didn’t let it show. His hair was clinging to his face, and as he blinked, he relied on Mydei’s orange hair to maintain focus. Mydei’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, biting his bottom lip as he let out a visceral grunt in anguish, and Phainon fought to resist this temptation. But this he failed, as he indulged in the sound, and not only the possible sound of victory… the sound of Mydei in pain, like a particular elixir unable to find elsewhere. He wished to have it on repeat in his memories, his own guilty pleasure, witnessing someone so noble and respected make sounds so depraved. He couldn’t help but get cocky, relishing in it. “Hah… chickening out a-already Mydei? All hot and bothered?” Practically panting to get the words out of his mouth. Gods. The way his eyes flicked open in anger. It had Phainon’s blood rushing to piss him off, in all the right places.
“…Get lost.” He shook his head a little in annoyance. You wish.
The poor bath attendant nearby had been asking anxiously whether to turn down the bath temperature, but nothing could dial down the tension running between them. It was Phainon’s turn to make noises in distress, and Mydei to “hmph” in response. So weak…he doesn’t even know what he’s dealing with.
For another unknown stretch of time, their match persisted, both of them in grunting matches, unaware of the multitude of innocents falling faint around them. Until the water sploshed around suddenly in the pool. Phainon’s body had fallen faint outside of the pool, lying on the ground face up, one arm to his forehead, one leg barely propped up as the other lay dead on the ground. He breathed heavily out into the sky, cursing and whining under his breath. “Fuck… why did I have to lose!!” He could hear that evil laugh already. Mydei reopened his eyes at his victory, both hands on his hips stepping out of the pool, kneeling down next to Phainon’s body on his knees. He used one hand to reach around Phainon’s neck, lifting his face up to his own, so close they could hear the other’s heartbeat. His gravelly, deep voice was heat unlike the one from the baths. It ravaged Phainon’s whole body making him shake in anticipation. “Know your place.” Gods.
Not only had Phainon lost, but he was never living this down. This was a highly unfortunate position to be found in by Aglaea, Hyacine and Tribbie. He was surrounded by beings who have lived thousands of years, there was no way they'd forget! And worst of all, the little demons in his mind wanted Mydei to show him his place. Not with rampant sexual tension in close proximity, not in battle with their swords and evasion tactics to speak for them. He wanted to be shown directly. With those hands.
“What a spectacle of folly.” If not for Aglaea’s flowery language, she would be listing profanities. Phainon was still so dazed from the encounter none of Aglaea’s words were sticking in his mind, but he heard Mydei mention “escort home…awestruck by…formidable… presence?” The challenge was his idea. How could he lose? This is a loss that would sting for the rest of his days. “This… i-isn’t fair..” is all he could manage to speak from his exhaustion on the ground. “You are wearing…way less… than I am.” Mydei was always so imposing with his being. The heat from those baths didn’t aid in fighting off all the thoughts of abandoning control to Phainon, letting him touch him roughly, show him his place. Wearing less clothes only allowed Phainon to fixate on his muscles, forged from countless battles, those bright red markings contorting around his body with every motion. This was a setup from the start in Phainon’s eyes! Who could win against such an attractive foe?
Mydei went on about how “there is no word for “flee” in the Kremnoan language,” and Phainon from his fatigue was tired of hearing it, occasionally interrupting conversation to mimic the prince, while he received jabs to the stomach with his foot as punishment.
Their push and pull was always electrifying, sometimes as the risk of others’ health. The innocent people at the baths were in fact escorted home safely, Mydei taking any opportunity to rub in the victory, bumping into and winking at Phainon any chance he got. The feud between the hero and the prince was always ongoing, the heat always rising.
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ashamed to say i’ve been high off the yaoipill… but dont worry ladies you have not been forgotten! women r still on 🔝 for me. i’ve been so incredibly ill all week so i’ve had more time to write! this is my first time writing men EVER but the tension in this scene was so strong i had to do it!!! ao3 saw this one first but this was fun. also some people have followed me!!! HI!!! this is all very new for me so i’m just excited and having fun with everything. you can tell i’ve grown lazier with the formatting as you scroll down… sorry about that <3
jinx decides to try something that she thinks will wake you up …
nsfw 🩶 wc 1.6k
Your limbs feel heavy as your head starts to pound, everything moving at snail’s pace as you try to regulate. The sun pours in from the window near your bed, while you’re sprawled out on your back in it’s glow, soaking it in through your skin. You let out a little moan from stretching your body out properly as you begin to settle back into slumber when you hear that familiar giggle. Without opening your eyes you know she’s there.
“Well hello sleepyhead~ Glad you’ve graced me with your presence,” Jinx dotes, as she pushes her head into your neck and nibbles, waking you up a little and forcing you to sit up. “God, I’m still half asleep!” She barely even sounds like she slept, chipper at whatever “crack of dawn” hour it feels like. “Why are you so excited right now anyway? Aren’t you like…” you audibly yawn as she shifts to lean across your stomach, “…hungry or something? Do you want breakfast?” In the mornings, you tend to ramble on without a second thought, so it’s confused you now why she’s just staring at you, those big pink eyes, a growing mischievous smile— wait.
You nervously laugh while you shuffle backwards into a sitting position, “breakfast? food?” What is that even supposed to mean? Clearly you don’t know the answer when you were off with the fairies in your slumber. She’s still just smiling and looking at you until she whispers “My food’s right in front of me.” She giggles to herself a little, watching you blush, blinking rapidly. The shock and embarrassment is written all over your face. And your face feels puffy, which might just make things worse. “Oh my god, first thing in the morning and you wanna…” your sentence trails off into laughter at saying the words out loud.
“C'mon baby…it’ll wake you up, that’s for sure.” She sits back up and let’s her hand run up and down your exposed thigh on top of the sheets while you hum and moan in indecision at the idea, but how could you resist? You eventually nod and Jinx excitedly jumps up to drag you to the sink in your half awake state to brush your teeth. She playfully splashes water on your face, and you try to retaliate and fail, as she dodges your attacks with ease. It’s not fair having reflexes that fast. It’s basically cheating.
She leads you by the hand back to the bed cocking her head at it with her hands behind her back, and without a word, you listen, moving yourself to lie down fully under the covers. As you move to put your legs under the sheets she tuts in disapproval. “Nuh uh, don’t you think I need easy access?” Always getting what she wants, and you love giving it to her. At this, she crawls on the bed across from you, her fingers tracing the waistband of your shorts, the metal one colder to the touch. She moves a leg over you to straddle your body and evidently changes course from your clothes. Moving forward leaning over your face, she dips her head down for a long, drawn out kiss, tasting the toothpaste on her tongue. So much better than morning breath. She moans into your mouth like she’s craved your body for years, taking breaths and then being pulled to your lips for more.
Once she pulls back up, you stare at her eyes, the way the sun caught them just right, and her loose blue hair falling in front of her face as she quickly pushes it to the side to look at you longer, licking her lip and biting it down. “God, she’s beautiful,” is all you can think. “You look so cute right now, like a doe!” she excitedly remarks, going back in to kiss your cheek while you squirm from the tickle at your hips. Her fingers dance around your skin, all her excuse to get your top off, and she’s so good at it. This time, she stops and leans up, moving off your body to spread your legs open. She did say easy access. Her eyes gleam a little more with each touch, widening in anticipation, pulling off your shorts while you move your legs out of them. Your heart beats just thinking about her tongue on your body and her fingers… how many? What speed? How rough? The metal one? Your body’s probably already giving you away from your heart pounding away inside your chest.
The thought of her touch alone makes you try to clench your thighs together, or rub yourself against the mattress, not to mention how embarrassing it is you’re this worked up when she hasn’t even done anything. Of course she’s not going to let you get off that easy, pulling you towards her, her hands around your thighs while she kisses her way down to that spot. It’s starting to throb a little, but you’re trying to not make yourself too obvious, throwing your head back to the pillow behind you. With her teeth and tongue, she pushes your pants to the side, and you can feel yourself growing shyer but more and more desperate. “This wet already? And I thought you weren’t too keen on this,” she teases, setting your legs down to pull your pants off so you’re completely exposed.
“Stop teasing!!” you complain, grabbing a pillow next to you to cover your face in shame, hearing her laughs despite them being muffled. She pushes off the pillow to see your face briefly. “It’s okay~ I love knowing how turned on you get just thinkin’ about me, and I’ll still hear all your moans through that pillow…so don’t go too quiet on me.” She blows a kiss to you before setting the pillow back down on you with two fingers, moving her body along yours so you can feel her legs around your hips, her nipples through her shirt. Every feeling is heightened, and suddenly you can feel her breath on you again.
At first, it’s slow, tentative licks here and there on your clit, her hands regaining their grip around your thighs to dig her nails into when she wants to feel you shake, or to stroke circles on when she wants to draw you out. You start moving your hips ever so slightly, moaning and cursing into the pillow above your head, “Fuck Jinx, please, keep going,” When she can tell she’s working you just right, moving your hips to make your skin feel her tongue, she pulls right back, instructing “I need you to be louder for me. I know how bad you want this. Don’t you baby?” One thing about Jinx? She loves to relish in her work. She has to be certain she’s done a good job, and what better way to be sure than verbal confirmation?
Of course, you push the pillow off, leaning up so fast you almost flip right back rambling on, “Mhm, I want this- and I want you so bad, I’ll be loud, loud as you want-” making Jinx smile and rendering you speechless. Nothing’s better than that, is it? “Good girl~ Lay back down and I’ll make you feel so good…” she leans in next to your ear, softly, “…I’ll swallow every drop.” Hearing that could’ve ended you and you’re surprised it didn’t, but she kept her promise about making you feel good.
She digs her nails into your thighs again, with the sudden pain combined with the building heat at your clit making your heart explode. You can hear the wetness of her tongue from your cum, feeling her swirling your tongue in and out of your body, getting sloppy with it, some of it dripping off but she didn’t hesitate to lap it up and praise you while she does it. “You’re so good at taking my tongue aren’t you…mhm, you’re so fucking pretty when you’re soaking in your cum for me baby,” eating you out inbetween every sentence. “Say my fucking name.” You moan her name into the pillow, louder and desperate for her, “Fuck Jinx, make me finish, make me- mmf, take all of me Jinx, oh God I’m so close,” And you feel her laugh on your skin. She fucking loves it. She releases one hand from your thigh, sliding a finger inside you slowly, eliciting high-pitched moans from you, her metal finger taking its turn as well, the sudden temperature of it causing you to arch your back up in satisfaction.
Every movement of her tongue inside of you makes you whine even louder and each clench of your thigh drives you closer to the edge. You can feel the pillowcase wet with tears from your cheeks, and a sweat dampened chest, but all you can do is cry into the pillow, on the edge of an orgasm moaning, “I’m so close, fuck, please, I need you s-so bad, please, I’m gonna… oh God-” with Jinx speeding up the pace of her every motion, matching the volume of your cries to her slurps. She keeps speeding up, fucking you with her tongue, until you’ve hit your peak, letting out loud moans into the pillow, while your body shakes and trembles, feeling her stick to her word, swallowing every drop of your cum until she’s done.
You move the pillow off your face to have proper air to breath, completely exhausted from the ordeal, but Jinx sits up to wipe the sides of her mouth and lick her fingers, before moving up to settle next to you, kissing you on the lips again. “Told you it would wake you up,” she remarks, while you giggle into her skin.
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i was looking for a different header image for like 15 minutes and didn’t find the one i was looking for so of course i gave up :D legend says this is the second smut i’ve ever written ;P
“are you gonna tell me what you want or will you just keep staring?”, jinx probes, leaning on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge. her eyes cut right through, like theyre the only thing in the room when you’re looking at her. she’s looking up at you and waiting for you to just say it, to give in and describe all the fantasies you have running around your mind, but for your last shred of dignity, you cross your arms and scoff.
“you know exactly what i want. i don’t even need to say it! you always love to play games with me so maybe i’ll just walk away this time…” as you start stepping backwards slowly. by your hip, you’re instantly pulled forward to her, transfixed in her hands, the edge of her metal finger pinching your skin. “call it whatever you want. but you’re not going anywhere. you’re mine. okay?” of course, you’re already wanting her to show you all the ways you belong to her, blushing and getting weak knees at the thought of it.
she stands up from the bed, spinning you and laying you down in a quick motion, getting on top until she’s straddling your hips. her eyes flash darker while she moves herself back and forth on you, creating friction in all the right places, her hands wandering your exposed, hot skin pressing indents into them with her nails, one hand on your waist and another around your throat. she leans down to adjust her position, breathing heavily, whining quietly. moving the hand from your throat, she shifts it to the crook of your neck to stroke your skin, reaching up in into your hair and squeezing. the gradual pain makes you arch up and moan a little more, but the feeling subsided once she stops moving, getting so close to your ear. “repeat after me, and if you hesitate, i’ll stop. got it?” in your lustful daze, you mindlessly nod at her request, itching to keep her grinding against your body, but that just won’t do. “repeat every fucking word,” tugging at your hair again eliciting a whine and nods of acknowledgement.
a devilish grin sweeps across her face as you look at her from below, awaiting instruction obediently. “i’m yours, forever and always.” this one seems easy, you repeat it back to her sweetly, unsure where she intends to go.
her voice gets even quieter next to your ear, as she says each word with the lightness of a feather, “i’m your slut and i need you to make me come right now,” halts you in your tracks for a moment. not because it isn’t true but saying it in words, out loud? you stutter out “i’m your-” before she starts mockingly tutting at you in disapproval, crossing her arms and sitting back up. “tell me how bad you want me to fuck you or it’s not gonna happen. my rules.” you try to get the upper hand by pushing your body up and moving your leg to get around her for leverage but she’s firmly holding them down, taunting you. “awww baby… dont try and cheat you way out of this,” causing you to groan in frustration muttering “fuck..” under your breath. “i know you could probably touch yourself and finish just by looking at me, but i won’t touch you,” she leans in to stare into your eyes, meaning every word - “i won’t have my fingers inside you, thrusting you until you’re drenched, while im biting your soft perfect skin if you don’t tell me you’re my dumb little toy.” she giggles uncontrollably feeling you squirm underneath her, relishing in the power she holds over you. “i won’t do anything you have wet dreams about if you don’t tell me you’re my whore.”
you’re still thinking which you should even say, but it feels so vulnerable to say out loud, whispering to dampen the feeling, “i’m your.. dumb little.. whore…” but yet she still isn’t pleased. jinx is oh-so particular. “nuh uh… say it with a little more need, or i’ll think you just don’t want me anymore. and you wouldn’t want that when i can hear you heart through your chest hmm?” with every word she exposes you more and more, and the more her nails clamp into your skin to stop you, the more desperate you feel to ease the aching of your clit, and through some gritted teeth you call yourself her toy with a little more conviction. for each time you repeat it, she moans to herself, starting to rub herself on you again, muscles tense and maintaining the pressure of her hands on your body.
“see? it wasn’t so hard to be obedient, was it? i’ve been a little brat but… you’ve been such a good girl so i’ll reward you now…” her hand creeping down your stomach and between your legs, through your underwear to your clit. her middle fingers slide in so easily you can hear it, while she whines with every thrust, occasionally taking them out to stare into your eyes with desire while she tastes you, soaking it up from the knuckle to the tip of her finger.
she continues working you down there with another finger this time, stretching you out and sending you into a frenzy a little more, biting the skin of your collarbone, pinching your stomach and whispering how wet you are, how good you taste. “you look so fucking good when you take me inside you, such a dumb puppy for me, moaning so loud,” and you’re nodding, moaning mindlessly for her, begging her to not stop, “p-please jinx, ngh, keep fucking me like that, i’m so wet and fucking needy, please,”, hands clawing at her back, running up through her loose wavy hair. the closer you get to finishing the more she notices and starts to slow down, forcing you to beg more and more. “so fucking mean, stop edging me, please just let me finish, please,” with tears in your eyes, overstimulated from being right there for so long with no reward.
she bites her lips and taps them with wet fingers covered in your cum, pondering what to do with you, while you writhe and grind any surface. ”hmm… i’m so mean? do you wanna stop then? because i can stop…” lazily licking the pads of her fingers. you start to move your hands down to yourself in desperation, causing her to move them away and hold them above your head. she’s arched back down to your body, your chests grazing each other’s. “don’t play games with me. i know how to make you feel good.”
she moves one of her hands down to your mouth, forcing it open, pressing her fingers to your tongue. “taste how fucking good you are,” closing your mouth and moving her fingers in and out, watching you take it from base to tip before sloppily kissing you on the mouth, with loud moans. her now wetter hand goes inside you again and the warmth of her inside you forces your body into overdrive, moaning into every kiss, begging for it when your lips aren’t touching. “oh fuck, i’m so close, mmf- please, i’m your dumb fucking toy, keep fucking me like that,” making her go faster and slower, changing pace for what noises she wants to hear you make, running your hand up and down her abdomen when she sits up. the longer she goes on the longer you cant take it, until you’re shaking and feel like the galaxies have imploded, your legs shaking under her body, dripping and sighing out of breath.
she leans down and kisses you softly around your face, on your lips and cheek, nose and forehead. “such a good girl for me, aren’t you,” and “you’re my everything” making your heart swell and you shy away in embarrassment.. but to be cherished like this? well it’s all you’ve ever wanted.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Shauna mindlessly passes the slices of meat along through the scanner at the store. What store? She doesn’t remember. How long has she been here? Only God knows. All she knows is that this monotonous beep has been dulling out her thoughts for however long she’s been standing here.
“You already scanned that one.” Shauna doesn’t make it her priority to locate the source of this voice. Why does it matter anyway when she has a job to do?
“It’s easier this way,” she retorts to the unknown voice, expecting it to be silenced once and for all.
“Tricks of the trade… huh, Shipman?” That judgy, familiar voice chimes in, snapping her back to her dazed reality. The smirk is obvious, each syllable of her name popping out rhythmically from her lips, held a while to make it last longer. Shauna’s head snaps into focus on the figure in front of her, and of course it’s her. These days, it’s always her.
Shauna’s eyes pan up from her hips, one leg held out to the side, a pastel green dress with a lace trim hugging her figure, paired with a baby pink jumper, scattered with little white bows. All this accompanied by straight brown hair, instead of her usual curly blonde. Her signature heart pendant necklace adorns her neck also. And her face, well what could Shauna say about her face? The entire situation is unreal and yet, Jackie Taylor still looks as fresh as a daisy, her present hazel eyes tracking her every move under her scrutiny, arms crossed in judgement. “Even now when she’s judging me, she’s still beautiful,” Shauna can’t help herself but wonder.
“What are you doing here?” Deep down, Shauna knows the answer. Ever since that first winter, the guilt of the events leading to Jackie’s death have stalked her path and leeched off her sanity like a parasite. Shauna was always Jackie’s right-hand woman, always felt forced to follow her every move, maybe part of her wanted to be her. Or maybe she wanted her. The lines are blurry, as is the one between dreams and reality. In the wilderness, Shauna forged a place for herself, leaving Jackie in the ice, and harshly so. Ever since then, Shauna’s heart has grown colder, unable to be thawed even in the summer’s heat, unable to trust or extend much empathy to anyone. Despite Shauna wanting to let go, she needs Jackie. As told by her before, “I’m the most interesting thing about you.” The guilt and shame clings to her, while she clings onto the memory of Jackie.
“What are YOU doing here?” she cocks her head to the side, with a growing smile that anyone could find endearing. Anyone but Shauna. Jackie’s eyes scan down Shauna, dissecting her in her worker’s clothes, and before she says anything the words are obvious, sighing and disappointed.
“Wow… you really did not pan out huh. So much potential… so little to show for it.” Jackie breaths in, sucking her lips to her teeth and mockingly tutting at her. “Of course you can sit on your high horse and look down at me,” is on the tip of Shauna’s tongue, but she holds back.
Beginning to take in her surroundings, Shauna notes how bleak it is, working at an empty store, with little to no fulfilment, nothing but the remnants of her dead best friend to levy her situation. But maybe after all of this, the loss and pain, the anger and resentment, maybe the normal, boring life is what Shauna wants. Maybe the monotony will aid in assimilating back into society, to cover the lifelong scars of losing her baby in the wilderness, with no one else to hear his cries. She clenches her fists together, nails digging into her palms, as the meat starts to push itself and collide in front of the scanner. Except it wasn’t just slices of meat, and even the smell fills the air. “Look familiar?”
All the packets have transformed into disfigured human hands, blood curdling at the incisions, twenty packets or so piling onto each other from seemingly nowhere. This is the price to pay for her sins. Endless torment from her own mind. What a cruel world.
The shock from the human flesh is momentary as Jackie claps under her nose to get her attention, “HEY SHIPMAN!! Come on. Not gonna make employee of the month like this!” Even in her own afterlife, she couldn't resist getting on her nerves. Maybe in any normal circumstance, Shauna would laugh it off, roll her eyes maybe. But not today.
“Stop calling me Shipman, I FUCKING hate it.” Shauna’s sudden yell causes Jackie to slow down a few paces, eyebrows frowned and eyes wide as if she received a sharp hit to the face.
“Since… when?” Jackie says cautiously, her voice lower now, eyes wide as she swallows hard and looks away apologetically.
“Since always.” So affirmative, so unwavering, as Shauna maintains eye contact once Jackie looks up.
“Why didn’t you say something..” Jackie wonders, as if she can rectify her errors from beyond the cold, but Shauna shrugs off the question, not giving her the answer to why she never stopped her. She’s more concerned with something else. “Is this really what my life is gonna look like?” What if Jackie’s right and her life amounts to nothing of importance once she’s out of the hellhole? No reign of power or terror to keep people in line, no made up system by a group of teenage girls, just the big bad world to handle at full force.
“How am I supposed to know? I’m dead. You killed me.” Crossing her arms again like a petulant child throwing a tantrum. It’s quite a jarring contrast considering the words she’s saying. And to this, Shauna has no dispute. Now she’s the one looking away, with truly nothing to say anymore. That is until the light above her starts to make “zip zap” noises, and once the two girls turn their heads upwards, a few moths repeatedly fly towards the light, self-mutilating but succumbing to their instinct.
“They’re drawn to the light… should’ve known better don't you think?” Suddenly, the moths multiply, the noises of their bodies colliding with the electric light and clouding the cavity reminiscent of screams from the wilderness, crescendoing until the plastic shatters. The visceral cries jolt Shauna awake from her slumber, back into her car, into reality, sweating and breathing heavily. It takes her a minute to recover, until she can think clearly, without Jackie’s voice in her ear. Shauna and Jackie, such an inseparable pair. Like a moth to a flame.
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first yellowjackets fic yippee!! considering this is a new account, i’m writing quite fast lol. after watching last week’s ep i really wanted to put this scene into words, so here we are! after this week’s episode however . . . i’ll need to hibernate for a few months!
for what feels like centuries, violet has been cracking her skull trying to get out of the iron bars, punching them and trying to force her body through the gaps with no avail. each drop of the water leak in the corner of the cell where jinx once sat feels like a ticking timebomb to someone’s imminent demise, but she’s not sure whether it’ll be her or her sister. her knuckles bleed, raw and red, eyes stinging from the tears she refuses to let fall. every breath is hoarse, the memories of prison from what felt like another life ago flooding her mind, a throat dry like sandpaper. after all these years, it feels so exposing to be vulnerable, so she remains paralysed in guilt. her sister had told her to not feel guilty anymore, but how couldn't she? she was always caught between rocks and hard places, yet always on the losing side. her breath picks up, hands clawing through her hair as she’s slumped on ground, her head in her hands. how much more helpless could she be in such a dire situation?
at that moment, she hears the click of keys jangling in the cell door in front of her, instantly flicking her neck up so fast she almost gets whiplash, a lean silhouette in front of her. locking eyes, caitlyn’s expression is one of… hesitance? withdrawal? she tentatively steps forward to vi until she meets her where she stands at the wall, exhaling so quiet as if her breath would rouse a beast from its slumber. “cait.. what are you doing here?”
time was frozen yet still an endless stretch as vi got into gear, instantly bolting for the door with the chance to save her sister given to her on a silver platter, but she’s held by the shoulder unable to leave. “i’m sorry, violet…” except now her helplessness is overcome by anger and resentment for all the previous pain. “now is not time for an apology!! let me go- let me SAVE her!” but cait’s grip only tightens, like vines around her chest, keeping her trapped in her arms.
she can feel the tremors of her guilty tears, acknowledging the harm she’s perpetuated after all this time. hoping it’s not too late to make amends, holding on to every last chance. “i’m so sorry vi, i never should’ve hurt you or put you in danger, and i- i was so so selfish…” whispering to herself. except vi has no more empathy to give to caitlyn right now. not when her world is crumbling around her, when her sister has signed her farewell, when the woman who should love her left her drowning in a sea of hardship only alcohol could fix. there is no more patience, no more instant forgiveness, not in this moment.
she shakes cait off of her back, throwing her against the wall with force, yelling into her own hands. vi paces up and down the cell, hitting her hands to her temple to try and think with reason. part of her wants to believe this can be salvaged, the bond they share, the care they have for one another. but she knows it was thrown away, so easily. a look of disgust from her, standing tall and proud, like a snotty piltover princess who has to get her way, after punching vi in the gut no less. everything in her life was catered to, prepared for, set in stone. this is the same woman who would kill any innocent to get to jinx. “clearly she’s not thinking straight,” vi thinks, but she also knows it’s no excuse. her carnal need to tear jinx apart has already torn apart what they had, irreparably so.
“you have some nerve, coming in here, and saying sorry of all things!! like that’s gonna fix EVERYTHING you’ve done. you’d kill anyone at all, and only now you wanna apologise? abandoning me and leaving me at my worst is cruel but coming back to relish in it… i didn’t think you could be so evil.”
for a second, cait stutters, frowning and eyes wide and bleary as she pushes out “i’m not here t-to relish in anything, i’m here to make amends, i swear on everything violet. i know how badly i’ve fucked up and how much i’ve done, and i still...” she squeezes her eyes and wipes her face quickly saying “love you”, under her breath, unable to hold eye contact. of course she doesn’t think her actions are evil, she thinks they’re justified, putting an end to terror in the city.
vi’s lost her patience with her, squaring her up and getting so close to her face she could feel every delicate breath, hear every heartbeat. “i chose to fight with you on the battlefield. i told you i’d take down my own blood sister with you, i talk to you with reason and tell you to NOT RISK SHOOTING A FUCKING CHILD, and what do you do? you punch me in my wound, leave me crying in pain, and go on your merry way. do you think i’m below you cait? do you think you’re better than me because you’ve gotten everything you wanted?” when vi yells, she snarls, her nose twitching in fury, like a beast trying to tame itself. she shakes and steps back, turning around and crossing her arms defensively.
cait was transfixed on her eyes, unable to look away from the truth laid in front of her. “your mom got an actual funeral, a real nice coffin, beautiful ceremony. vander died and we had nothing. our parents died and we didn’t have a fancy ceremony. how long do i have to fucking spell it out for you? even your grief is seen as better than mine, and clearly you think it too-”
cait tries to interject, standing up for herself against vi, “you can’t compare our suffering to one another, thats not right violet-”, but she’s instantly shut up getting pushed against the wall by the neck, her breath stilted by the pressure of vi’s forearm. “you, of all people don’t get to tell me what’s right or fair,” letting go of her on the side of the wall, stepping back as cait clutches her neck for air. vi is instantly back to shaking the bars, relentless in her mission to get out and still unsuccessful.
unfortunately for cait, her segue from the guilt is straight into shame as she starts staring at violet from the other side of the cell, her muscles tensing and relaxing under pressure, her back muscles accentuated through her shirt, thinking of all the ways she could show her she misses what they had and that she’s sorry. she inhales and exhales slowly, dragging her feet along to vi who freezes in place.
cait lowers herself down to her knees, hands on her thighs, preparing all the words in her head for how to get this right. “violet, from the day we first comforted each other i felt you were the one for me, and your sister being… who she is made things so much more complicated. it doesn’t change how… selfish i was, how entitled i am, even if i don’t think about it. my decisions dont only affect me, but so many others. even with my blinding rage for your sister, i see how deeply your bond runs and to give you such an ultimatum and expect it to be steadfast was…. foolish. i made such terrible decisions in my fit of rage, pushing you away like i was an angry untameable animal, and for that i am so so sorry. my want to keep you all to myself is foolish. the way i hurt you and lashed out, left you and became ambessa’s puppet all to avoid the word “sorry” is probably my biggest regret, and i am so sorry for breaking your trust. let me be someone you can love… again. only if you let me. you don't have to accept my words… but i know actions speak louder. let me make amends… please.”
each soft word cuts through vi’s body like a knife, trying to maintain her unwavering resolve to remain cold, harsh and unfeeling towards her. God knows she’s deserves the cold shoulder for even a little while instead of getting everything her way. she looks back over her shoulder to cait on the floor, both of them meeting each other’s gaze as vi stares down. if broken glass had a face, it would be caitlyn’s in this very moment. she sighs and rubs her face, always battling with all the possibilities, all the new things that could go wrong, but even if she doesn’t accept her entirely, she can start with hearing her. vi kneels down to her level, the baggage of trauma, grief, loss and guilt weighing her shoulders in this moment as she finally lets her tears pour in a desperate cry. cait knows this isn’t about her and her struggles, her mother, or even jinx. right now, she needs to be there for her. so she clutches vi around her neck and holds onto her, for as long as she’s there, her body moving up and down with every sob.
“i-i just can’t do this, everything feels so unfixable and i don’t know how i can keep ever- everything together…” every scream she’s locked away since childhood just waiting to be let out. violet feels like there’s more air in her chest, exhaling slowly now, her tears staining cait’s shirt.
she lifts her head from her shoulder, cait’s hand rubbing up and down her neck in a soothing motion, her eyes dry and darting around her face. cait puts both hands around vi’s face, slowly pulling her in and pressing her lips against her forehead, not in any lustful manner, but to put all the love and regret into repetitive “i’m so sorry”s, pressing them around her face, each kiss long and thoughtful. vi’s salty tears continue to fall as cait tastes them and kisses them away anyway, with no words to say anymore.
vi pulls cait’s face to her own, looking into her eyes for a few seconds before flicking down to her lips and tasting them, with every touch feeling like a sting to the skin, fingers tracing down along backbones and up through shirts, but the hands just linger, cait’s finger digging into vi’s skin around her, tightening and coiling her again. she leans her head over to vi’s shoulder, taking small bites around the skin through heavy breaths, suddenly unable to initiate out of fear. vi brings her back to face her, running her hand through her tussled navy hair, not sure whether to dive head first into the murky waters of their future. it feels like her anger and pain has all melted away even temporarily, and now she just wants pleasure to drown out the noise. maybe she could get what she wants. but she knows what she has to do. she slides out of caitlyn’s grip, as she starts frantically grasping again while vi stands up, backing away, leaving her behind. cait starts to plead from her position, “no, no please don’t leave, don’t leave me vi!”.
its as if the air stands still, each breath they take weighing the earth down. with a delicate voice, violet whispers “this should be payback, for you leaving me...” her eyes well up with tears, shuddering trying to prevent them falling. “…but you know i have to save her.” she turns so fast she might fall off balance, taking each stride with one foot in front of the other out of that cell, until caitlyn’s cries fade away. perhaps they were never fated to be together. maybe this is how it ends.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ
first fic hello tumblr ,, you can tell i forgot the sequence of events in this scene . . . oops <3 plus no one in this one shot is feeling fantastic i’m sorry !
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