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yanlei · 3 months
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@ofnightfell
"Old friend" is a gayass thing to call someone
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yanlei · 3 months
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HEY that's MY emotional support morally ambiguous misunderstood full of trauma touch starved yearning for love drenched in blood responsible for numerous atrocities comfort character who is TRYING & u will TREAT them with RESPECT
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yanlei · 3 months
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[ to : usan ] well of course you could. just have to ask nicely 😌
[ to : usan ] why did you decline? i think you’d make a wonderful model! but perhaps thats my bias showing…
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→ [ Shen ]: And you would indulge me so easily? I often wonder what did I do to deserve you.
→ [ Shen ]: Haha you can't be serious. Me, a model? There is no way that would turn out well.
→ [ Shen ]: I still don't know why Evelynn thought it was a good idea, really.
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yanlei · 3 months
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[ to : usan ] remember how i was telling you work was going to be slow for awhile?
[ to : usan ] well!! evelynn, akali’s girlfriend is looking for models and i honestly figured why not…
[ to : usan ] she didnt say it would be a very saucy shoot so dont get your hopes up. but isnt that exciting?
» — ⌜ TEXT MESSAGES⌟  , always accepting
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→ [ Shen ]: I feel Evelynn is always looking for models for some reason. She tried to get me to do it once.
→ [ Shen ]: If you are comfortable with it, I see no reason not to do it. I'm glad you're looking forward to it.
→ [ Shen ]: Although, I'm sure I can get the spicier version of you modeling at home haha 😏
→ [ Shen ]: And I would rather not share anything close to it with the rest of the world.
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yanlei · 3 months
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It is such a simple question, and yet so difficult to answer. Why is he here? To see if the rumors were true? To witness his former friend, the man he loved, become a shell of his former self? The answer is simpler, but no easier: he has hope still. Hope somehow he could have Shen back. Hope he would learn the truth and forgive the blood that stains his hands.
The use of that name almost makes him recoil. There are those who would call him Govos, the peasant name given to him by a hateful father; an attempt at spite. Most do not question calling him Zed; the name he chose for himself, the Master of Shadows people all over Ionia had learned to fear. No one calls him Usan, not anymore. No one except for Shen.
❝ There is nothing to tell, ❞ A lie, of course, the same he had repeated countless times. There is so much to say, so much he wishes he could say... but honor compels him to remain quiet — honor and the unwillingness to invite more hurt into Shen's life when clearly he has enough. ❝ I told you before: I did what I had to do to fight back, and for the Kinkou to continue. We needed those willing to act, no matter how bloody our hands may get, and we needed those who would preserve balance. Ionia needs both. ❞
❝ So why did you leave it all behind, Shen? ❞ A question accompanied by piercing crimson gaze, uncovered without his mask. There is no need for masks between them; there is enough to conceal without them. The question may seem like the reason for his visit, and Zed makes no attempt to correct that possible assumption; at least then his friend — his enemy — would not press him for answers he could not give. At least then he might remain ignorant to what truly lies behind his gaze: care and concern for the one he never managed to fully let go.
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yanlei · 3 months
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𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 ( 𝟏 / ??? )
i wanted you to hate me , so you'd know i was still there // i wanted you to hate me .
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yanlei · 4 months
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46. a kiss on the hipbone. "you will let me take care of you , won't you usan ?"
» — ⌜PROMPTS & IC ASKS⌟  , always accepting
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warning: nsfw content below!!
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The only illumination in the room comes from the moonlight filtered through the window, and Usan could almost regret not turning on the lights, were he not completely enraptured by Shen — too taken with his lover's presence to think of anything else. His hands lift the fabric of the other's shirt, and upon seeing his exposed skin the touch that follows is at once reverent and eager, fingertips tracing the well-defined muscles of Shen's torso, from chest to navel.
He will never not feel lucky to be the one with whom Shen shares himself; he will never not feel lucky to have this man in every way, from the simplest, most casual moments, to the most charged and intense. How can he touch Shen with anything but near worship, when touching him at all feels like a privilege?
Lover is a word he savors still, no matter how long it has applied to them — savors as he does his lover's skin, mouth eager to leave a trail of kisses across his collarbone, hungry for the taste of Shen's mouth as their lips meet. His own shirt is lost as they make their way toward the bed (a concern for later); and when the other man sits on the mattress, Usan is brought to straddle his lap, wet kisses growing sloppier at the same pace the need for each other grows.
He is almost reluctant to lift himself from there rather than grinding down, the impulse his body eagerly wishes to follow, but does so all the same, stepping back to kneel in front of his lover. Hands reach to unbutton Shen's pants, a motion he is allowed; but before he can go further, his hands are caught with a familiar sort of firm gentleness he can recognize as a sign to stop — not because his lover is displeased, but because he would lead him elsewhere.
It is but the natural path he is ever prone to following, the desire to please bigger than that of being pleased, the eagerness to ensure it would be good for Shen, attention entirely on him despite the shared nature of the act. His own pleasure comes second, he could say, though that would be untrue; his pleasure derives from his lover, and the effervescent feeling that comes with listening to the sweet song his body sings when played right. Yet this time he is led to the bed instead, despite protesting kisses that try to indicate he does not need the special treatment.
But that is a lie, is it not? How can he claim it to be true when the slightest touch makes him shiver most pleasantly, eager for more as if starved of touch? As he lays with his back on the bed, Shen takes the time to begin exploring his body, as if retracing a familiar path under a new light, every step known and nevertheless enjoyable with the freshness of new.
A kiss to the shoulder, another above his heart. His claim laid and renewed as if any other had ever been close to possessing Usan as completely as Shen does. Warmth spreads across his body, arousal settling between his legs; he lifts himself slightly to allow the rest of his clothing to be removed, already hard as he is exposed, and gasps at the feeling of Shen's lips pressing a kiss atop his hipbone, involuntarily arching his back.
❝  Ah — Shen… ❞ What other words may have followed are lost to his lover's own voice. ❝ You will let me take care of you, won't you Usan? ❞ Crimson eyes seek Shen's gaze, his body sensitive enough the light caress of a thumb upon the place Shen had just kissed causes a most pleasant shiver across his spine. It is little — everything done so far but a fraction of what could and would be, gentle indulgence slow and affectionate. It undoes him in moments, and Usan thinks he would do anything this man asked of him, if only to have more of his touch.
He should be the one taking care of his lover, part of him still thinks. When his mouth opens to reply, however, what falls from his lips is not denial. "Please," It is all he can do not to touch himself, waiting eagerly for more of Shen's heavenly touch; a plea, quietly spoken and genuine — a confirmation Shen could do — no, should do to him everything he so wished, as long as he didn't torture him with nothing.
Surrender is deliciously repaid with a pleased hum against his skin, Shen continuing his path as if intent to kiss every part of him. The hipbone, again, then lower to his thigh, from the right side to the left, and up to his hip again. It is a torture of a different sort, as Shen takes his time to touch him with an almost worship-like dedication he certainly does not deserve. A torture he is content to endure, writhing beneath his lover's touch. A gasp escapes him as Shen's lips press against his length, from base to sensitive head; the sound followed by a low moan as his lover's hand wraps around him and his cock is led into Shen's mouth. ❝  Fuck — ❞
Connection remains through interlocked gaze, and he can see his want mirrored in his lover's eyes. It only makes him more eager, feverish as he surrenders completely to the sensations. A finger teases his entrance slowly, and he grips at the sheets in some desperate attempt at finding something grounding. It's overwhelming, knowing he is wanted like this; that this man, the most wonderful person he knows, chooses to love him like this.
That he, too, is desired.
As he grows more erratic, his fingers seek purchase in Shen's hair, eye contact cut off by closed eyes when it feels it is too much. Usan tries to hold back from thrusting into his mouth, tries to hold back in general, but all it takes to make him writhe in pleasure is the tender caress of one of Shen's hands upon his inner thigh. Tender, even as his tongue teases Usan's length and his lips remain wrapped around him, a gentle touch even as his finger enters him, a mix of desire and affection headier than any drink. He knows he cannot bear it much longer, intoxicated with the other man's touch; yet as his mouth opens to warn his lover, no coherent speech leaves it, reduced instead to a needy moan. His grip on Shen's hair tightens, and he cannot help but thrust into him, earning a grunt that reverberates through his cock. It is enough to push him over the edge, his hardened length pulsing as sweet release overtakes him, mind blank as his body twitches in climax.
Usan finally relaxes, then, grip released and body growing limp. He returns to his senses to find Shen covering his abdomen in more gentle, brief kisses, a path that leads him up until their mouths meet. Breath still returning to normal, Usan shifts to lay on his lover's broad chest as he recovers; and despite his yet unattended needs, Shen merely embraces him, fingertips tracing his spine up and down, in a gesture that at once soothes and makes his skin tingle pleasantly.
It takes but a few moments of bliss before Usan moves again, palm exploring his lover's chest, mouth teasing the curve of his neck with teeth and tongue. He is not done yet.❝  Let me take care of you now, ❞ He asks, a murmur spoken with hot breath upon Shen's ear. ❝  Tell me what you want. ❞
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yanlei · 4 months
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i did the sex values thing that i keep seeing on the dash
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yanlei · 4 months
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affection combined with intimacy is the easiest way to make zed a mess. he craves touch, and if someone he cares about touches him lovingly, he melts. if he ever experienced someone worshipping his body it might leave him on the verge of (good) tears ngl. zed can (and has) slept with people for the sake of sexual satisfaction alone. but when there are feelings involved... when he cares about who he's with, then it's easy to make him a mess because he craves affection so much. in a scenario like this, he's absolutely submissive and absolutely has a praise kink
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yanlei · 4 months
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They’re narrative foils they might as well fuck nasty about it
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yanlei · 4 months
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you rename yourself. you rename yourself. you rename yourself. you rename yourself. you rename yourself. you
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yanlei · 4 months
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[ to : usan ] you forgot to change the laundry again, i have to rewash your clothes
[ to : usan ] you’d smell horrible if i left them in there… perhaps i should start doing the laundry from now on?
[ to : usan ] hopefully your visit with kayn went well?
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→ [ Shen ]: Ah, my bad. I got distracted with work and forgot about it completely again.
→ [ Shen ]: I don't want you to be overwhelmed with tasks we can share. Maybe there's something else I could be responsible for, then?
→ [ Shen ]: Yeah, it went well. He seems to be doing great with the band, and they seem to be having a good influence on him too. It's good to see him like that.
→ [ Shen ]: The previous experiences were rough for him. I might be biased but difficult as he can be sometimes, Kayn is a brilliant kid. It's just good to see him happy in an environment he can really thrive. Even if still being a bit of a menace.
→ [ Shen ]: I'll be heading home soon. Is there anything you'd like me to get?
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yanlei · 4 months
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this is his fave son and his fave daughter
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yanlei · 4 months
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hi i love you and zed
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mars i'm gonna cry i love you and your yone sm 😭
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yanlei · 4 months
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[ from: kayn 2:25am ] CAN U COMR GET MDEEE
[ from: kayn 2:25am ] UD B MAD IF I DROVE
[ from: kayn 2:25am ] DPNT DRINK N DRIVEEE
[ from: kayn 2:26am ] PLSSZSS ITS COLDDDD
KAYN has turned his location on.
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The light from the screen is enough to make him stir, the sound of the cellphone's vibration against the wooden surface of the nightstand fully waking him up. A glance at the clock is enough to tell it's no reasonable hour to be awake; a glance at the screen dissipates any lingering trace of sleep, concern taking over before he sighs.
At least he had been responsible enough to text instead of trying to drive.
→ [ Kayn ]: Yeah, I would be mad if you drove like that.
→ [ Kayn ]: Stay where you are, I'll be there soon.
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yanlei · 4 months
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would zed buy kayn a little icecream cone ... what if kayn immediately accidentally dropped it ...
» — ⌜ ALWAYS ACCEPTING RANDOM ASKS⌟  ,
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it's ok he'll just buy kayn another ittle icecream cone
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