#IK ALL OF THESE ARE BADLY CROPPED LEAVE ME ALONE

[mooniing]

httyd books incorrect quotes from the incorrect quote generator bc y not!

[shveris]

FU inside my head

mysta felt like a fool but he could always count on shu to respond so he wouldn’t be foolish alone.

tags: top!mysta, bottom!shu, shu gets bent over the kitchen counter, misunderstandings, ass eating

mysta was pent up, way too pent up. it’s been a while since the detective felt that unresolved feeling of impatience inside his chest, holding his nerves in a tight grip (so close to snapping them), to a point he had to sneakily go to a pharmacy to restock on his valerian pills like some sick addict.

and now, after waking up at the ungodly hours of 2:40 in the afternoon, stepping into the big bathroom across his room, his sunset eyes immediately fixated on that plump, perky, perfectly shaped ass of his best friend. shu was slightly bent over the sink, face closer to the mirror mounted to the wall — he was applying his eyeliner with the most concentrated look. he was only wearing his boxers and a cropped tank top; the detective figured he must’ve also just gotten out of bed himself.

“mornin’ mysta”, the sorcerer mumbled without stopping in his motion. mysta slapped himself mentally, what the fuck was he doing?! 

”morning, shu”, a yawn, slow steps towards the sink and shu. mysta brushed his teeth while swimming in his own thoughts, trying to sort them instead of getting distracted by shu’s biceps, his slightly toned abs, and, dear god, mysta was praying, those pretty pink nipples that were barely visible in the mirror, the loose top exposing that chest the sorcerer denied in having. 

liar, mysta thought, continued washing up, heart racing and face burning. why were all his housemates so fucking attractive? the only things he could offer were his pierced tongue and belly button.

“ah, by the way,”, shu pulled away his face from the mirror, turning his head from left to right, comparing both his eyes to check if they were matching, “ike texted me earlier, we’ll be alone for the rest of the day.” the sorcerer decided that his makeup looked good enough and started to put his stuff away.

“out drinking again?”, mysta asked, rubbing some cream he stole from ike under his eyes. it was a saturday after all, their friends liked to party every now and then.

“yeah, kyo and reimu invited us two as well but i knew you needed some extra rest.” mysta sighed, giving the ravenette a look: “you could’ve just tagged along, no need to babysit me.” sometimes the other men in the house acted like he couldn’t take care of himself properly — which was only partly wrong. he could take care of himself, the question would just be how properly? the brunette was used to being alone, used to do his own things without meddling with people too much, he grew up being independent and he liked it, most of the time at least.

“i could’ve, yeah”, shu smiled at him through the mirror, leaving no room to argument — not that mysta would’ve started one anyway, he appreciated what the sorcerer did for him way too much to be a brat about it — and gave mysta a small pat on the back before going downstairs (”let’s eat”).

they found leftovers from yesterday’s dinner, a lasagne vox and luca had made together, and stared at the microwave impatiently as it was heating up their food painfully slow.

shu pulled himself up to sit on the counter, bare legs dangling back and forth, humming a melody unknown to mysta. he himself was leaning his body against the worktop, directly next to shu, where he could smell his lavender scent and feel the comforting warmth of his body. mysta internally gripped his knees, trying really hard to not stare at those milky white thighs, soft and squishy looking, he wanted shu to break his skull with them so badly-

“mysta?” shit, he ended up staring. 

“mhm?” he could feel the embarrassment spreading across his face.

“are you okay? you’ve been awfully quiet this morning. and you’ve been staring a lot, something on your mind?” mysta almost groaned in frustration, the sorcerer was too pure for this world and oh did he feel the need and want to taint him.

“i’m alright, just a bit stressed from work, that’s all.” it wasn’t even a lie, mysta did feel stressed; he felt tense and build up, a weight on top of his body he just couldn’t manage to get rid off, no matter what he did. he tried everything that came to his detective mind: from playing his favorite games to masturbating and fucking himself senseless on a dildo to smoking weed ike always had in his room for creativity boosts, heck he even worked out with luca (worst idea yet) and gave meditation an attempt as vox and shu liked to do that whenever they needed a break. nothing seemed to work for him.

“do you wanna talk about it?”, shu asked quietly, amethyst eyes full focus on the ash brown next to him. mysta could only muster a small huff through his nose, his lips pressed to a thin line: “i would if i knew what to talk about.” the sorcerer gave him a soft and pitiful smile, softly poking mysta’s side to gain his full attention. the detective turned his head, a questioning expression on his face.

“hug?”, shu asked hopeful, almost giving the brunette a heart attack — shu was too adorable for his own good. he only chuckled, a nod following, before accepting the ravenette’s arms around his neck.  the position was a bit awkward but was quickly changed as shu used one of his legs to slot mysta right in front of him. the detective buried his face in the crook of shu’s neck, hands gently holding onto his back, slowly circling down to sit on his bare waist. shu’s skin was as soft and warm as he imagined, as he knew and remembered from late night cuddle and movie sessions with the others (or just the two of them, alone in their own comfort, losing themselves in silence because it was the only constant in their lives).

mysta could stay like that forever; in an embrace, he cherished and so deeply needed, or was it shu he was craving? shu in his purple stockings and corset, shu with a loose tank top and no pants, shu with a towel around his hips, skin still glistening with water from the hot shower he took. 

sometimes he fucked shu inside his head, small and innocent shu yamino – falling apart under his touch, mewling and breathy moans escaping that pretty mouth of his.

mysta got himself together when the microwave finally gave them a ping, practically screaming at his rotting brain before he would get a boner. the way he acted was already embarrassing enough, no need to make it even worse, he thought.

he slowly pulled away from shu, catching his amethyst eyes staring up to him. the smell of lavender was numbing his head for a few seconds, made him swallow, made him look at those pink lips.

“what’s the ma’er?” mysta didn’t even know why he was whispering, didn’t know why shu still had his arms around his neck, didn’t know why everything was spinning and stumbling over itself.

“i, uh, i could help you relax a bit if that’d help a bit”, the sorcerer told, meekly but with the shine of confidence in his eyes.

mysta raised one of his brows, processing what his friend had just suggested.

“are you sure?” his sunset eyes were jumping from shu’s and then back down to those soft-looking lips – back and forth and back and forth and- “yeah, as long as i can help you a bit i’d be glad.” 

mysta wasted no time as he pressed his lips onto shu’s, earning a surprised yelp which he swallowed hungrily. purple tinted fingers held onto mysta’s ash brown hair, nails scraping his scalp at all the right places. the detective used one of his hands to wander underneath the short top, giving one of the buds an experimental and weak flick – shu moaned. he moaned beautifully and full of shock, body stuttering and growing hotter any second. mysta used the opportunity to slip his tongue into the other’s mouth, shu just accepting his fate.

the brunette’s other free hands slid onto one of those milky and perfect thighs, giving the silky flesh a gentle squeeze, drawing another muffled noise out of shu. mysta was enjoying this, he was enjoying this to a point he believed he could get addicted to it. everything inside his mind was just shu, shu, shu, shu, shu, shu-

they parted lips, breathing heavily with rising chests and spinning heads. shu’s eyes were glassy and his whole face flushed with a bright red; something inside mysta was proud. who would’ve thought shu seiso yamino could look like a little whore? needy and lewd, already a tent forming in those boxers, panting like a bitch.

“m- mysta, i- nghhh frick-” his head was falling back alongside his eyes as mysta latched himself onto the ravenette’s neck, sucking and licking and biting and kissing every spot of skin he could catch, grinding their hips together as he did so. the detective’s hands were gripping his waist with so much force, he was certain there would be bruises tomorrow.

shu’s hands tugged on mysta’s shirt, signaling that he wanted it off – the detective made quick work of it as he was feeling himself heating up anyway. the smell of sweat and sex in the air before they even did anything (and yet both of them were completely hard already).

“turn around”, the brunette hushed between sloppy wet kisses, flicking shu’s bud before the sorcerer hazily rolled his body over. mysta had a shit-eating grin on his face, grabbing both of the sorcerer’s cheeks and pulling them apart. shu’s ass felt as nice and heavenly as he imagined, perfectly plump and bouncy.

he experimentally pushed his bulge between the cheeks, earning himself a choked sound – this surely had to be a dream.

“you look so pre’ey, shu”, mysta cooned, slipping one finger under the waistband of the boxershorts, pushing the sorcerer’s body against the counter, knowing that shu’s dick was being sandwiched by his body and the hard surface. the sorcerer was trying to say something, a response, but all that arrived in mysta’s ears was cut-off breathing. 

the brunette slowly slid the thin fabric off of the trembling body under him, letting it hit the floor and tangle around shaking ankles. his hands were kneading the plump cheeks, spreading and pulling them apart even wider – what a gorgeous view, mysta thought.

he got onto his knees, face getting closer.

shu was about to ask what he was doing there but a warm feeling against his exposed ass stopped every thinking process inside his hard working head. a small scream was all he could muster, feeling mysta’s tongue in places he never imagined he would feel it (not that he had ever thought about getting fucked by one of his best friends, nooo, shu yamino would never).

purple eyes rolled to the back of his head as a finger was being pushed in, a sensation shu has even dreamt to experience. his heart was hammering against the hard surface of the counter, his hips unconsciously searching for mysta’s touch while rubbing himself on the countertop, chasing sweet relief. the detective took his sweet time opening up the quivering mess he had made out of the shu yamino, fingers scissoring into the tight heat while his tongue would slick them up every few seconds.

upon adding a third finger, shu let out a loud groan, hiding his face on his forearm.

“there we are”, mysta mumbled, satisfied as his fingers started to massage a single spot.

“w-what- what is that-”, the sorcerer cried, feeling his legs shivering and his whole body tingle. he unconsciously tried squirming away from the touch, it was just too much for him – for shu, who was used to just give, give, give to others (little did he know he was giving so much to mysta at that moment).

“that’s your prostate.” the vibrations of the detective’s lips against his quivering self was the final push for him; with a loud and throaty moan shu spilled himself all over the counter, smearing his cum against the sweaty skin of his stomach. deep but short breaths were all he could manage, trying to concentrate on standing on his two wobbly legs after the most intense orgasm he’s ever had.

shu wasn’t one to experiment with his body in his free time (unlike some of his friends or specifically, mysta), nor was he one who would masturbate regularly. in his high school days more than ever, “more” meaning “maybe twice a month”; it was safe to say shu yamino wasn’t one to experience orgasms often and never from getting eaten out and fingered by his best friend. 

slowly his brain started working again, rationality kicked in and words were forming on the tip of his tongue. he could barely register mysta gripping his waist till something hot pressed against the rim of his hole. his dizzy head was concluding it had to be those damned skilled fingers again.

“mysta, i just ca- NGH-” the brunette had unceremoniously started to shove his dick into shu, making the ravenette squirm. his purple-tinted hands were scrambling on the countertop trying to get a grip on something, anything, to keep him sane. the stretch was taking his breath away, the subtle feeling of a warm burn making him feel like he would split in half. choked out sobs, breaths, eyes wide, and legs shaking; “mysta, mysta, wait, oh my gosh, wait, holy sh- please-”

“relax, i gotchu.” mysta’s hot breath was sending goosebumps down his neck and chest, his deep voice so close to his bright red ears made something inside shu tilt.

“okay, okay”, the sorcerer whispered in a panicked state, the rational part of his brain yelling at him to trust mysta because that’s what he’s been doing for the longest time; mysta’s embrace felt safe and warm, his hands roughy but shy at the same time, movement wild although shu could clearly sense hesitation, “i trust you, mysta.”

butterfly kisses between shu’s shoulderblades fully relaxed his body again, pleasure drowning his mind full. his moans were getting louder the faster mysta went and he was pretty sure his eye makeup was completely ruined.

“fuck, you feel like heaven, shu”, the detective groaned before twisting his hand in shu’s hair, wrapping obsidian and purple locks around his fist. he pulled on it experimentally, waited for a negative reaction from the sorcerer and when there was none he fully pulled shu’s head up with the hair, speeding up his thrusts and the force in which he railed poor shu against the counter. 

a high pitch scream and a mantra of “mysta mysta mysta please please mysta” was all the ravenette could babble, his body too hot and mind too fuzzy to even form coherent thoughts anymore.

the sound of sweaty skin against sweaty skin didn’t even register for the two of them, focus on every tiny movement from the other; mysta’s other hand was back to playing with shu’s chest while his lips, tongue and teeth marked everything they could. his mind was set on painting shu’s skin with everything he had to offer, pretty milky canvas only there to be painted by mysta and mysta alone.

“c- can’t- mysta, i- i can’t”, choked sobs broke the mantra before shu went back to high pitched moans. 

“can’t what?”, mysta chuckled breathlessly, removing his hand from the sorcerer’s chest, grabbing that slim little waist again (with some more force than necessary, of course).

“please, please”, shu cried while looking for the detective with one of his hands, making cute grabbing motions, “cum, wanna cum- please inside, inside, mysta.”

a devilish grin formed on mysta’s lips and he let shu grab onto his own hand resting on the ravenette’s waist: “so needy.”

another scream could be heard from shu, nails drawing blood because of the sheer force he started to grip mysta’s hand with — the detective had changed his angle, hitting the sorcerer’s sweet spot with every thrust. single hot tears rolled down shu’s rosy cheeks and before he could even register his body’s reaction, he came again.

his legs shook one last time before he couldn’t hold himself up no more, almost slipping down if it wasn’t for mysta’s fast reflexes catching him. now completely out of power, he felt like a fleshlight for the detective to use; mysta was gripping his waist and pushing him back on his cock after he pulled out, movement sloppier but still enough to send shu into complete overstimulation. he was a crying mess and trying to hold his upper body up with angled arms on the dirty counter, throat too hoarse to beg — for what? he didn’t even know anymore, all he felt was pleasure, way too much of it, and he was sure his brain had melted into the puddle he felt himself as. 

with one big thrust shu felt himself getting filled up with something hot and he let out an exhausted sigh. he rested his forehead on his arms, feeling mysta do a few slower and way softer pushes till he leaned forward to give him another kiss on the shoulder.

“you okay?”, mysta whispered anxious, post sex anxiety hitting him like a truck; he was scared he hurt shu beyond forgiveness. 

“yeah… yeah, i’m okay, just tired”, the ravenette hushed back, turning his head to look at mysta’s ocean eyes. they were wide in worry and shu thought it didn’t match the deep blush and sweat on his forehead. it took them both a few minutes of deep breathes for the bodies to calm down again, for the blood to stop rushing so loudly in their ears.

an amused laugh rung deep through his chest, which was still unmarked in comparison to his backside, and mysta blinked in confusion.

“you know”, shu chuckled, “when i suggested i could help you relax, i meant something like video games or watching a movie.” his best friend stared at him in disbelief, lips parting to say something but there were no words coming out, only pure shock on mysta’s face. shu’s ruined makeup — staining the underside of his eyes with black and red, the tear streaks clearly visible due to the mascara — was partly responsible for mysta’s reaction, his best friend just looked so incredibly hot and ruined and he could almost start jumping and screaming around in ecstasy knowing he , lousy detective mysta rias, was the one who completely demolished the oh-so composed sorcerer.

“don’t worry, this did the job, right? i don’t mind”, shu smiled, taking his wobbly arm up to comb through mysta’s damp hair and occasionally scraping his scalp with long nails. it was new, for both of them, but especially shu, and humans were mistakenly scared of new things most of the time; shu figured the unknown was more fun to explore if he had someone he trusted with him.

“you-“, mysta bit his lip, his eyes were burning with tears daring to overflow, “you’re unbelievable.” a low chuckle was all that followed from him before he hid his face between shu’s shoulders, still swimming in a sea of lavender and the taste of laughter on his tongue. 

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[fyeahnix]

I’ll send some asks- what are some of bang and wriath’s favorite things to do during down time.

Ik there’s arguments in every relationship, so what’s the biggest one they’ve had? And how did they make up? :0

How do they deal with each other’s fears, nightmares and anger?

Lastly who is the most affectionate out of the two. Or is it more if a “let me show you how I feel” or verbal affection? I’m interested to know more :D

Okay I love these 👀

Downtime

By downtime I assume you mean like... casually outside of the Games? I'm gonna assume that.

These two are usually hanging out together or with someone else. Typically Witt. Anita tolerates Witt. She finds him funny sometimes and annoying other times but he ain't bad. He's her gf's bestie so what can she do? If Anita gets visibly too annoyed, Wraith will have to excuse them both so they can leave because Anita is an introvert whose patience wears thin depending on the company.

If they're alone and have no work obligations, they're typically doing one of the following:

Listening to music. They're both big on music. Anita tries to get Wraith to listen to ANYTHING ELSE besides hip-hop and R&B but Wraith is stubborn. Anita is a musician so she'll listen to anything. Sometimes Anita will play a song on guitar or keyboard. Most of the time they just vibe out.

Working out. They're workout buddies! Wraith spots Anita's bench presses and cheers her on when she's a new personal best, and Anita pushes Wraith to run faster and harder. They are literally each other's personal hype squad during their evening workouts.

Taking walks. That's it. They love to take walls around downtown Solace City.

Watching anime. Wraith is a huge anime nerd and tries REAAAAAALLLY hard to convince Anita to watch it with her. Anita just scoffs and does it because Wraith loves it. She'll fake grumble about it, but actually kinda gets into some series tho she won't admit it.

If it sounds like they spend a lot of time together, they do! Kind of.... The Games keep them VERY busy with matches, interviews, events, meetings, banner card and merchandise photoshoots, etc, etc etc. They're both very independent and can survive without seeing each other for a while, but the time they do spend together is cherished a lot.

Arguments

Yes, just like any other couple these two have their little arguments. The biggest one, is something I wrote about actually! "Can You Hear Me" is the fic if you're curious. But TLDR...

These two have had some bumps in the road learning to fight together on the same team. They're both headstrong and stubborn and want to lead the squad. They've realized that when one of them takes a back seat to support the other, they do extremely well. But that urge to lead still crops up and they have to keep the other in check (this is all explained in another headcanon post about their synergy dynamic in the Games).

BUT ANYWAY. Biggest argument they've had was when Anita was essentially ignoring Wraith's calls in a match. Wraith is technically the "leader" (think an actual IGL) between the two because Anita lets her (more info in that post). But ignoring Wraith's calls when they were valid and good calls really pissed her off and she blew up at Anita about it.

To her it felt like a lack of trust on Anita's part and that hurt Wraith pretty badly. Anita realized that on her own, apologized, and tried her hardest to do better. Wraith was mad about it for a few days and it took some time to rebuild that trust and confidence but once they got over that hump? Man, they're a DEADLY combo in the Games.

In general, these two are pretty good about squashing their petty arguments. Both of them are so alike that either of them can be a little closed off due to tunnel vision, but they have some unspoken communication in place (A Look™) to make sure they talk out their differences without judgment in private.

Fears, Nightmares, Anger, etc.

Both of them are dealing with issues of PTSD that they're both in therapy for. They have a pretty good idea each other's known triggers and what makes the other uncomfortable or uneasy.

Anita is prone to panic attacks. If Wraith is around, she'll take Anita to a quiet place and sit with her and talk to her, help her through breathing exercises. Anita is pretty touch-averse during this so Wraith makes sure to ask her if she can touch her. If Anita gives the okay, Wraith will stroke her arm and rub her back while she talks to her. Anita's usually wiped out afterwards, so if they're out and about or with friends, Wraith will quietly excuse them. Anita hates it and feels embarrassed about it so she's generally pretty quiet afterwards. Wraith doesn't pressure her to talk. She'll embrace the silence or try her best to make one-sided conversation while Anita recovers.

Anita has trouble sleeping once in a blue moon.

Wraith, on the other hand, is prone to nightmares. She generally doesn't sleep very well at all on her own. When she sleeps with Anita, she's much better off but still has trouble. The nightmares will force her awake, shaking, seeing shit in the shadows she's pretty sure aren't there, etc. She's touch-starved afterwards when she wakes, but as she doesn't like to be restrained (another headcanon post on this), Anita is careful not to hug and hold her as hard as she'd like to. Anita has told her before that she whimpers and cries in her sleep sometimes, too.

Do these two ever get a good night's sleep? Yes, quite often, actually! They sleep better when they're together. Having Anita at Wraith's back helps Wraith feel less alone and more supported. And Anita holding on to Wraith helps her feel more grounded.

As far as anger and emotions, they're very much alike but also different. They're both fairly chill, and Anita is generally more chill than Wraith is. However, Anita tends to have a much lower tolerance for bullshit, and when she feels something, she feels it strongly. Wraith can stretch her patience out much longer (case in point, talking to Witt), but if something pisses her off, it pisses her off.

They both know that the other can be a bit much or a little intense when they're pissed, so they've learned to kinda step in a little when they're going too far. They'll give the other A Look™ that basically says "you're being a bit much right now, let's discuss this in private."

Because of Anita's experience, leadership, and confidence, most of the other Legends don't bother calling her out when they think she's wrong. Wraith will 100% do this to her face, but only outside of prying eyes. That same Look™ means "we need to talk."

Affection

Ahh I love this. So I made a headcanon post about these two’s love languages but I’ll give a TLDR here:

Neither of them like PDA. All their affection and love is given behind closed doors in the comfort of each other. Anita is surprisingly the more affectionate of the two. Like I’m not joking when I say she’s a giant ass baby with Wraith when they’re alone—hugging, touching, kissing, petting, lying all over Wraith. She loves that shit.

And Wraith loves it too. She’s just not as outwardly affectionate to the degree that Anita is but stroking the side of Anita’s head, caressing her face/cheek, fingers over Anita’s arm, that really tender shit? That’s Wraith all day. Subtle and sweet.

Anita is very much an "action over words" type of lover. Wraith prefers receiving words of affirmation, and Anita really does try, but she does slip into her "lemme buy you your favorite dinner or give you a massage or just let me do something for you if you need it" moods.

Wraith just loves spending time with Anita even if she won't readily and openly admit it. Anita knows this deep down but won't call her out on it/joke about it because she knows this is extremely personal to Wraith.

MAN that was a lot but I def enjoyed writing all that! Thanks for sending. I love an opportunity to blab about them :3