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I don't often post my non kink related art but I'm tryna get the attention of someone else in the community and am too shy and cringe to reach out so. Here, have this portrait I did of Hanzo Shimada. With my finger. On ibis paint. This took me four hours. Progress for proof below.
#we have so many similar interests and im trying to not be cringe about that đ§ââď¸#hi im autistic and some people are really really hard to reach out to lol#anyways ove/watch fandom please don't look at my fat kink blog i cannot handle normie anon hate rn#plus id. what u think bc u play OVE/WATCH#idc* oops#not retyping all that#and if you have seen this art on animo and noticed i updated my signature no u didnt!!!#i dont want people on amino knowing im a fat guy that thinks it hot to get fatter#let me be kinky in peace#hanzo#hanzo art#hanzo shimada#hanzo fanart#overwatch fanart#watch either get no notes at all like all my other art or spark the first fatphobic harassment campaign against me bc i dared#to post out my uaual tags#anyways#artists on tumblr#trans artist#overwatch#my art ALWAYS gets ignored its such a SHITTY FUCKING FEELING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thats WHY I NEVER POST IT !!!!!!!!!!!!#but whatever im not normal and need to make friends somehow#when people learn to give the attention my art is worth ill post more#but yall on this site NEVER. do ( at least on ever blog I had before this one)#i just dobt post much of it here bc whats the point? no one gives a shit about my intrests and skillls#im just. pretty face to look at#and thats all ill ever be or amount to#bi polar ramblings ig ig ig
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#Heres the thing#Nick and i obviously care about each other#Forever probably#He understands me too well and i think i sometimes understand him#But while he is great in a crisis and there whenever i Need need him#At any other point he is capable of disappearing completely#I called him the morning after my hospital visit and i could already feel him pulling away and saying goodbye without saying goodbye#It will probably be months before i hear from him again#Which i know is enough for him#Hes a strong person very independent never needs anybody i get that#But im not like that i do have a tendency to wanting the people in my life to be IN my life#Anyway im just sad#And grateful obviously because him specifically telling me exactly what to do was probably the only reason my illness didnt get worse đ¤Ł#Anyone else telling me to do the same things i find much easier to ignore lol
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I am coming to the realization i have been slowly killing myself with work i think oops
#m thinking now and im like#i havent read ... anything consistently .. or watched anything .. or had time to like do anything#in genuinely so long#and i was like kinda becoming ok w it#my brain issues .. nothing matters i dont need anything all i need is me i dont need to have anyone or anything with me <- bad. stop it#part of this was the i need my dad to be proud of me braincell but well i win award i have 4.0 gpa and he still yell at me#deciding now to stop caring so much (i still do but ill ignore it) i need 2 be alive again i dont care#im so mad i dont even know .. im so viscerally angry like actually i dont even know what to do with that lmfao#my brother does shit all and u give him sm slack have NEVER treated him as bad as youve treated me#and nothing i do NOTHING is good enough or changes how u look at me#like idk he called me and i cried so much i got so fucking upset i fhkdhdkf ok. ok.#he will b like omg im so proud of u i love u so much ive always believed in u and i just think back to when#he yelled at me once like fiiive years ago and i was like u just make me feel so worthless all the time#and he was like yeah bc you are worthless#and im like hmmm idk bestie i dont think youve ever changed from looking at me like that and it is insanely obvious lmao#i dont even know bro im crazy. m insane got given an inch and tried to take a mile like omg i can actually be recognized as worth something#nevermind ill stop killing myself for that pipe dream now lol#m not even upset im just mad lmao i dont wanna hate my dad and i dont but every day i feel more and more like i should#vent
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#11 days to the leaving and only now am i drawing up what all i need to study#chronologically it makes sense to leave latin n music to the last bcos i have like a whole week after history to study for just them#and before that all of my exams are basically in the same week with allowance for the weekend#so i should focus on eng n maths particularly#n then bio and irish and history#but like. my history latin n music teachers r the only ones assigning work. for the exams i have the most time for. lol#like i can ignore the history n music teachers for the most part but like my classes w my latin teacher r one on one i CANNOT brush that of#so im here studying me fucking virgil ig instead of figuring out what im doing w the comparative#sigh. ok priorities ill make up that list of shit i gotta do for each subject#gotta suss out which movie im watching for eng and what poems n stories im studying for irish n what modules im doing for history! lol!#can u tell ive not been paying attention for like. 4 months.#remember kids: cramming is a cool and fun thing to do <- is in a pit#when the leaving cert ends i am going into my room never to be seen again for like a week.#and im getting me mam to buy me something for it. maybe a binder if i come out to her by then#oh well thats future talk. for now. figure out what to study. as ive already said twice#im playinh kh bgm to indulge in the hyperfocus while still getting study done n its kinda working#but mostly i just wanna play kh again...#i havent wrapped up the hades cup n i wanna restart com bcos i think i might know how it works better now#watched a one card deck challenge for recom and its the remake so some shits different but like. i get it now maybe#if nothing else gba com looks rlly rlly cute. the pixel art <ÂŁ
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my wow subscription ran out literally earlier tonight and i let it on purpose because its my dads money and i dont wanna spend it all, and i always feel so obligated to make the most of it when i do have subscription, so i always just play the game and do basically nothing else blah blah blah
and anyway i obviously enjoy my time on the game, but i get so exhausted of it by the end of the month. i want to play other games and do other things and not have this feeling like im wasting my dads money
my brother, on the other hand, who has always been interesting about money, insists that its only 15 dollars and i simply shouldnt feel obligated to spend all my time on the game.
if it was my own money, i wouldnt care about 13-15$ a month. but its not my money. and my dad acts like if he has to spend his money on anyone but himself, that hes going to be so broke that he wont be able to afford existing until next payday. even when its not at all true.
but because theres this whole felcycle secret going on right now, my brother is INSISTING i need to get my sub back for it. i was lucky to have it for the pet battle shit, but im severely hoping there wont be anymore stuff hidden behind subscription mechanics. honestly, if there is, im probably just going to give up. fomo is a capitalist tool and i really dont feel like spending more money just to get a fictional item that i cant hold in my hands. whatever
my brother is 2 things. hes someone who doesnt know how to take no for an answer, and hes someone whos very unaware of the feelings of people around him unless its an actually serious situation.
so me saying that i hope i can finish this without needing more sub makes him respond with 'you know they dont give a single fuck about you if you arent paying them money, right? theyre totally gonna have more stuff behind the paywall and youre going to need to pay 15$ to get it. its just 15$, just get it lol' and i dont know how to express how much my insides are on fire with irritation
i try saying 'its about more than the 15$' but i know he wouldnt understand my reasons, so why bother telling
#my post#so far the only thing behind the paywall was the pet battle. im hoping thats it.#world of warcraft#vent#money fills me with dread. anything about money fills me with dread. im a bad jew /j#i dont even know if i have rsd i probably do#the way my dad sounds when he had to spend money on people is like. broooooo#hes so funny too dude hes bought hundreds of things to resell them but never gets around to reselling them#but he spends money on me getting food for the coming days and hes like but. but. but meals nowadays are 15$ each........#inflation is not my fault. me being hungry is not my fault. you brought me into this world old man#he doesnt actually go full guilt trippy he just has this like... idk how to describe it. i make him sound worse than he is#dont get me wrong hes still not great about it but hes not like kicked puppy levels of guilty about it lol#personal#ignore me#i shouldnt say this because like. its not like i can change anything about it. but i wish i wasnt so mentally ill#i wish getting a job and living like other people wasnt so difficult for me. i wouldnt need to worry about wasting peoples money#because id have my own money. idk ugh whatever whatever whatever whatever life will never be as easy for me as it is for others#and im just stuck with that truth for the rest of my life#so fucking whatever.
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i want to watch the things on my watchkist but i also never do its rly tragic
#i have plenty of time i always could but instead im like idk what abt laying in bed#whatever. im having a stupid gay moment so i have to like do that instead. <- this judt means i have to sit here and go God i want to be#loved god i wabt to hold somebody i need to be held i should buy a revolver. not elaborating on the last one there are several ways you can#interpret it.#DJFBFJFNFJGNGN#IT JUST. SIGHHH. SIGHHHHH. its my fault for engaging with romance media bc it always makes me so lonely. which sucks#bc it also makes me giddy at times like i like it. but then im likr I dont have this and then i get all emo#its whatever one day when we spontaneously grow and become a real person maybe we will be able to like go out and do like. i dont know#something#almost 1 year its crazy yk. idk.. sigh. i need 2 get my ged#not rly related to any of it but it is ged is the Thing i need to do so i can do everything else#like i need a ged to get a job i need a job to fix my life (itll force me to keep a schedule again) and to get money and i need money to#do Anything at all. sigh#i miss alcohol but also drinking alone sucks. but i cant drink with ppl anymore bc i get too sad. not like my friend edibles who never make#me sad At least not abt that. there was that post abt like humanity through the ages that i cried at RLY HARD for a full hour bc i kept#crying until my screen turned off and then calming down a bit and then turning my phone back on and seeing the post again and immediately#crying again DJFNJF#anyways ive been thinking and i rly wish there was likee. sigh. unfortunately ignoring the mushy stuff i need a partner for utility purposes#1 finances 2 i cant drive and i dont think ill ever be able to . ik i should just try and learn but the thought makes me real life nauseous#but i also uppn reflection would like to live in the countryside maybe. idk i change my mind constantly#bc city is convenient and i havent lived in Cities very much i dont like suburbs bc you cant walk anywhere and theres nothing 2 do#cities you can walk everywhere country you cant but you get to be outside and i want to start being outside again... creek rly solidified#this. my dream house it has a creek nearby#in fact its kind of exactly the same as the creek at granny n papaws house. but without leeches LOL. and maybe less cow shit#but ya. thered be a creek... well in one of my dreamhouses at least#my dreamapartment there isnt a creek bc the apartments in a city with lots of food options. which is a requirement#but maybe there is a little creek in the park in the city but i couldnt swim there i bet. unfortunately.... sigh. but this is where partner#with car clmes in in both situations is in rhe city they could drive me out to a lake . we would go together and maybe wed paddleboard#or we could get one of those little boats that you umm. with the umm. feet. what the... what r they called#whatever we had those at family reunions w papaws family when i was a baby. they were fun. paddleboat???????
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thinkinggggg abouttttt naruuuuto and sasuuuuke
#hrm. *opens ao3*#what is your wisdom sns fans. i need comfort food and those two are It#naruto#rose.txt#ignore me my mental is so weird rn and also im locked out of posting on my ig story so im GOING BONKERS not getting to talk on there#like i am a serial story poster. and um. rn im JAILED and idk why but i miss interacting w my friends and just vibin#anyways. anyways. i have homework due tomorrow and i feel like i may perish#I KNOW ALL OF THIS IS BECAUSE I BARELY SLEPT LAST NIGHT AND ILL BE BETTER TOMORROW BUT RN THINGS FEEL BAD#last night i had a really good idea for one of the fics im drafting and i forced myself to open my eyes and unlock my phone to write it down#because im always like âi could never forget this ideaâ when i think of something in the middle of the night. and then i forget#i was fighting for my life though i was so eepy it was all i could do to type two sentences of my thoughts lol#anyways. byeeeee
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PLEASE (if you feel like it) WRITE FOR AIZAWA! A SICK READER TROPE MAYBE?
Btw ur fics are so good and are part of the reason why Iâve gotten back into mha <333 I love ur writing style sm and ur hawks fics??? That was amazing
hi my love! thank you so much omg thatâs so sweet, iâm happy i helped you rekindle your love for mha again lol! <3
sick (but never of you)
contents ๨ৠâ s. aizawa x fem reader. fluff. cursing. 997 words â
your husband insists on taking care of you when you fall ill, despite your protests.
Not this shit again.Â
You groan as your eyes flutter open for the second time after you said you were fine, then proceeded to dramatically faint in Shotaâs arms in the middle of your patrol and sit up, hurriedly tossing the pile of soft blankets off your body.
You shiver despite the warmth radiating from the heater nearby. Shota must have brought it out for you after getting you home.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?âÂ
The disapproving voice of your husband floats over, and there he is, leaning on the doorway with a steaming bowl of something in his hands. You perk up despite yourself. Miso soup?Â
âI donât have time to sleep off a little cold, Shota!â Your arms tremble as you try to force yourself off of the plush king-sized bed. âItâs already past nine, I have to head to the agency.â
âDonât care, didnât ask.â Shota wraps his arms around you to trap you in place, ignoring your insistent budging. âYouâre staying home today with the cat.â
âButâBut they need meâŚâ You weakly mumble in his firm grip. It was no use trying to break free, and youâre not sure if you even want to anymore with how nice he feels against you.
âAnd I need you here.â His stern gaze doesnât waver, and his hand guides your head from the back of your hair, which youâre certain looks like a disaster zone right now, to rest on his chest. âItâs my job to make sure youâre safe, happy and healthy.â
Shota brushes a hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear. The little beads of sweat on your skin donât bother him in the slightest.
âSo let me do my job.â
âAre you using your teacher voice on me?â You grumble into the dark fabric of his sleeveless shirt. He smells warm and like all things good, as if he just came out of the shower.Â
âI vaguely recall someone commenting that it was âhot.â Shotaâs gravelly voice teases your ear and his stubble tickles your cheek as he smirks, knowing heâs won the battle when he finally feels you melt in defeat against him.Â
He brushes a soft kiss to your forehead. âStay in bed, sweetheart, Iâll be right back.â
âOkay.â You say in a tiny voice, weakly slumping back into the sheets.Â
Shota comes back with a spoon and a folded piece of paper. A hint of a smile tugs at his lips as he holds it out to you.
âLooks like Iâm not the only one that wants you to stay home.â
Your eyes widen as you look at the get-well card in your hands.
feel beter soon!! lots of loove, eri it said, with millions of tiny hearts doodled around your name. You choke back a sob as your eyes fall onto the little stick figure drawings of you pushing the little gray-haired girl on a swing set.Â
It looked just like the one from the playground nearby that you would often take her to on your days off.
us when youre not sick anymor! :D
âShota, give me that damn soup.â
He chuckles deeply and scoots closer on the bed to feed you. You squeeze your eyes shut as a sharp throb suddenly pierces through your head.
âThe roomâs spinning again, thatâs not normal is it?â
âNo. No, itâs not.â Shotaâs forehead creases in concern, bringing the spoon of warm soupy goodness up to your lips while his other hand holds yours.
You part your lips to drink it, letting the rich, comforting flavor of miso spread across your tongue.
Letting out a little sigh of relief, youâre about to lean back before Shota sets the bowl down on the nightstand to prop up the pillows behind you, making sure youâre comfortable before he picks it back up again and holds up another spoonful to your mouth.
âCome on, one more for me sweetheart.âÂ
âNot hungry anymore,â you huff, turning your head away from his outstretched hand.
He lifts an eyebrow.Â
âWe can cuddle after you take your medicine.â
â...Can you rub my tummy too?â
âYou know I will.â
You sniffle and reluctantly open your mouth to sip a spoonful of the soup once again.
âAtta girl.â Shota smooths a kiss on your forehead, rubbing circles against the back of your hand.Â
He reaches over to the nightstand to grab your medicine he picked up from the local pharmacy earlier, and hands a small cup of what he pours to you.Â
You grimace at its cherry-colored contents and tilt your head back to drink it in one go like a shot.
âGood job. Now come lay on me.â He didnât need to ask you twice, but Shotaâs hands are already on your waist to gently flip you over him as he takes your previous position on the bed, setting you down to rest your head on your usual spot on his chest.
He strokes your hair gently, arm snug against your back while he presses you to him. âHow are you feeling?â
âA little bit better,â you mumble, absentmindedly tracing the outline of his abs under his shirt. It's always been soothing to you.
Shotaâs chest rumbles as he lets out a husky laugh. âAre you just saying that so you can keep tracing my abs?â
âMaybe.â You giggle against him, which turns into a cough and he firmly pats your back. His hand slides under your pajamas to rub gentle circles on your tummy like he promised. You softly squeal at the ticklish feeling of his hard-earned callouses against your skin, and Shota tenderly kisses your cheek once, twice.
All your senses are numb, but you can still feel the overflowing love behind them.
âGo to sleep, sweet girl. I got you,â he murmurs into your hair.
âOkay.â You comply easily this time, nuzzling deeper into his chest. âGoodnight, Shota.â
âGoodnight, angel. Love you.â
âLove you too,â you mumble before drifting off to sleep in the safety of his warm arms.
Maybe being sick wasnât all bad.
#aizawa x reader#shota aizawa x reader#aizawa shouta x reader#shouta aizawa x reader#aizawa shota x reader#aizawa x y/n#aizawa x you#mha x you#mha fluff#bnha x reader#mha x reader#mha oneshot
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tags: boyfriend! seungcheol x reader, just a little light-hearted fluff of seungcheol being a dramatic whiny baby when heâs sick, mentions of dry scalp and skin picking lol, seungcheol is very whiny | wc: 742
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a classic cough and cold combo paired with a side of fever-related aches and pains â that was the diagnosis, not the life-threatening illness seungcheol was sure heâd contracted. heâd tried convincing you it was fast-spreading. like really fast. like it has taken over his body and has been shutting down his organs one by one for the past 6 hours fast.
âiâm going to die. itâs not a joke anymore. i seriously feel like iâm going to dieâ he tugs at the hem of your t-shirt as you clear up the mountain of tissues on the left bedside table, and then tugs again while youâre clearing up a pile of dishes on the right.
you sigh, ignoring him, and disappear into the kitchen to reappear with a fresh bowl of hot chicken soup âseungcheol, weâve been over this already. youâre not going to dieâ
âforget it! just get me my will. i have to make some last-minute changesâ he asks for it dramatically, draping a limp arm over his eyes.
âyou donât have a willâ you blow on the hot soup in quick bursts before feeding him a spoonful.
âugh, never mind. itâs fineâ the will talk is waved off with a quick fan of the hand to make way for what he says next âthey give everything to the spouse anyway. wait, do they?â
âi donât know, and weâre not marriedâ you remind him, stirring the hot liquid so the shredded chicken, his favourite part, rises to the top.
âgod, youâre rightâ he sits up a little straighter and grabs your free hand, suddenly somber âdo you take choi seungcheol to be your lawf-â
you force-feed him another spoonful to shut him up, a bit of it spilling onto the quilted blanket. the soup mustâve still been too hot because he lets out a little cry, whining, though itâs entirely possible heâs overreacting.
âyouâre not taking this seriously, iâm actually dyingâ
âyouâre notâ
âwhat do you know! youâre not a doctor!â he grumbles, taking a moment to tell you he really likes the soup and really really appreciates you making it for him before continuing to rant.
âyeah, and what about the actual doctor we called who said youâre not?â
âhe doesnât know anything either, that hack. the people on the internetâ he picks up his phone from the bed, showing you a screenshot from some site youâre pretty sure is for hypochondriacs to confirm each otherâs delusions, and taps on the screen âhave told me i have less than 24 hours left. 24. 24!â
âseungcheol, i canât have this conversation with you anymore. seriously. you need to go to sleepâ you put the empty bowl aside, straightening, and then pulling the blanket up to cover him.
âno, no, donât leave. i want lap timeâ he pouts, baby-talking his way into his third one of the day. you sit back down on the bed with a sigh as he repositions himself to lay on your lap, wriggling his head around until heâs comfy. your fingers slowly comb through his hair, your nails scratching lightly against his scalp to soothe him. in a slightly gross but domestic act, you pick a few bits of flaky skin out of his unwashed hair, flicking them away. you should wash it for him later, you think. heâd like that.
seungcheol always found the sensation of you picking at his scalp strangely comforting, and surprisingly quite sleep-inducing. minutes pass without a single sound.
itâs quiet. finally. or so you think.
âif i die, you canât date anyone for the next 10 years. at leastâ
âwhat?!â you jerk your thighs up, pushing him off your lap â10 years? youâre crazyâ
he canât believe what heâs hearing.
âi was just being nice. you shouldnât date anyone ever, but ohmygod, i canât believe you want to be with someone elseâ he presses his fingers to his temples, suddenly coming down with a headache.
âso let me get this straightâ he continues âyouâre telling me when i die tomorrow-â
âyou wonâtâ
â-when i die tomorrow, youâre going to bring some other man to my funeral?!â his cheeks now hot with a shade of distressed pink.
youâre not sure where heâs got that from but youâve had enough. you get up, grabbing the bowl, and look him straight in the eye, pinching his cute little cheeks âwell, itâs a good thing youâre not dying thenâ
you walk out, leaving him right there on the bed, hot and most definitely cold.
#scoups fluff#seungcheol fluff#scoups x reader#seungcheol x reader#scoups#choi seungcheol#scoups drabble#seungcheol drabble#scoups x you#seungcheol x you
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đđľđŽđ đľđŽđ˝đ˝đ˛đťđ đśđť đŻđźđđđźđť | joel miller x reader x emmett
đđđşđşđŽđżđ | the last thing you wanted to do was make emmett jealous, or question your loyalty to him; but as it turns out, he may be a little more supportive than you expected when he catches you looking at joel miller.
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đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´đ | smut - 18+ only (threesome, established relationship, sharing/hotwife kink, daddy kink, oral m and f receiving, anal and DP, creampie, light choking, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, some very gentle/mild degradation, tons and tons of praise), implied age gap (not specified, obviously reader is an adult), takes place in the last of us universe but pretty much porn without plot lol so don't overthink it
In the last year of traveling with Emmett, youâd mostly avoided the QZs. He said that the people there were cheats and liars at bestâ and thatâs to say nothing of the corrupt military leaders that actually ran the place. However, desperation puts people into positions they never expected to be.Â
After all, you wouldâve never imagined being with a man like him, though in this case you meant it in a good wayâ that you never thought someone as brave and resourceful as him would want somebody like you.
But, that said, you made yourself useful when you could. The best thing you could offer was your medical knowledge, and you were always the one tending to Emmett after injuries or illness. Still, he promised that he loved you for who you were, not what you could do for him. He was shockingly gentle, and passionate, especially for someone who had been forced to be rather ruthless to survive in this new world.
So, while you had been avoiding the quarantined areas and sticking to abandoned strips of forest and city, a lack of food out there forced you to venture to Bostonâ or, what was left of it.
Fortunately, you'd found more hospitality here than you expected. Maybe it was just pityâ and wanting some more of that ammo Emmett had sold himâ but a man named Joel Miller had given you a place to stay and helped you earn some rations here so you could finally eat. He reminded you of Emmett in some ways: stoic, hardworking, and generous beneath that hardened exterior. But Emmett had become much more sensitive and open with you in your time together, and Joel was all but a stranger. Sometimes he was so stern that he almost seemed irritated with you, but he kept letting you and Emmett stay, so he must not have been too annoyed by you.
And, you helped him how you couldâ like when he was in yours and Emmettâs room, sitting in the chair and talking to Emmett about something to do with tomorrowâs open jobs, and you noticed a cut across his palm.
âI-I can help with that,â you offered softly, motioning to the injury. âDo you want me to bandage it for you?â
âItâs not that bad,â Joel shook his head.
âItâs easier to clean it now than worry about an infection later,â you reminded him.
Though he seemed a little tense, glancing at Emmett for a moment, he relented with a nod. You smiled lightly as you stepped forward and knelt by Joelâs feet, picking up his hand and examining the cut.
Once you figured what it needed, you quickly hopped up to rifle through your bag, bringing back a disinfectant wipe and a roll of gauze. Holding his hand openâ and feeling a little flustered from touching his warm, rough skinâ you carefully wiped up the cut. âDoes it hurt at all?â you asked him.
âNot too bad,â he replied lowly.
âYou should see Emmett when Iâve gotta wrap him up,â you giggled, âhe always acts like what Iâm doing hurts more than when he actually got the injury in the first place.â
âHey,â Emmett warned you in a stern voice, but you smiled up at Joel who returned with a small smirk.
âAlright, all better,â you hummed as you finished bandaging Joel. âLet me know if itâs hurting you too much, thatâs a bad sign. Donât just ignore it and act tough, okay?â
Joel seemed a little uncomfortableâ if not sort of amused byâ taking orders from you, but he nodded. âIâll let yâall get to bed now,â he decided as he stood up. âSleep well. Lot of work to be done in the morning.â
âGânight,â Emmett offered him with a nod.
You felt a little strange, him standing up fully while you were still on your knees on the floor. âGoodnight, Joel,â you said, your voice sounding sweeter and girlier than you intended. Your face felt warmâ you worried Emmett had noticed the change in your voice, too, but would he think much of it if he had? Â
Thankfully, he didnât say anything about it that night, simply pulling you close when you got into bed, burying his face in your neck.
But the next night, that was a different story. You werenât actually going to sleep yet, even though it was late enough for itâ heâd already changed into an old t-shirt and pajama pants, while you were still in your dress, but heâd laid back on top of the sheets and patted the bed, silently asking you to join him. You smiled and obeyed, of course, leaving the lamp on as you slipped in by his side.
Emmett held you gently, rubbing your back as you laid your head on his chest. âYouâre not too tired, are you?â he asked quietly.
For what? you wondered, but just shook your head instead.
âWe can stay up a little longer,â he decided. âDidnât get a chance to hold you all day.â
âYeah,â you sighed wistfully, nuzzling in more as you squeezed his torso a bit.
âOr talk to you much,â he continued.
âWas there something you wanted to talk about?â you asked, looking up at him from your headâs happy place on his shoulder.
âJust something I noticed,â Emmett replied, looking back at you sweetly as he brushed your hair aside with his fingers. "I think you've got a crush on Joel."
You froze, face getting warm in an instant. "I-I only want you, Emmett, I swearâ you know I would neverâ"
"Shh, shh," he soothed as he chuckled a little, "it's okay, baby. I'm not angry with you⌠you're not doin' anything wrong."
"Really?" you asked nervously, and he nodded. "I thought you might be jealousâŚ"
He shook his head and laughed a little.
"I-I just think he's handsome," you explained, "and sort of niceâ but that's really it!"
"It's alright, baby," he purred, "cause you know something? I was talking to him earlier today, and he wants you too."
Your sat up and your eyes went wide as you tried to imagine that conversation. You could hardly believe that that was true, let alone that Joel has admitted it to Emmett⌠or had Joel approached Emmett about it, asking for a night with you? Oh god, your head already hurt trying to wrap itself around thisâŚ
"I know how hard it is to keep a naughty little thing like you satisfied," Emmett explained with a smirk, sitting up with you and speaking softly beside your ear. âI'm willing to bring in a little⌠outside help."
Just then, the door opened slowly and Joel stepped inside. You watched him, totally unsure how to feel, as he shut the door behind himself, and then his eyes met yours.
"C'mere," Emmett offered to Joel, patting the bed beside you two. "No need to be shy, Miller."
You watched as Joel took a seat on the bed, and you looked at Emmett as you lowered your voice. "You don't have to do this for me," you promised him softly. "You know I love youâ I only need youâ"
"It's okay," he soothed as he pet your face. "I told you, I'm not angry. I want you to do this."
"You⌠want me to?"
"If you want it," Emmett replied.
You shivered as Joel leaned forward a bit, reaching out to gently rub up and down your leg. "What do you think, princess?" he asked softly. "Don't worry, you're not gonna hurt my feelings if you say you don't wannaâ"
"I want to," you admitted quickly, afraid to lose your courage if you waited any longer to say it.
Both men smiled at you as you looked back and forth between them; Joel's warm brown eyes against Emmett's steely blue ones⌠they were so similar, and so opposite, in so many impossible ways.
Without saying anything, Joel suddenly lifted your chin and guided you into a kiss.
You felt strange kissing someone other than Emmett, something you hadn't done in quite some time. Joel's lips weren't as soft as Emmett's, and his kiss wasn't as gentle; he moved his hand to the back of your neck to hold you close, gently pressing his tongue into your mouth. It wasn't too aggressive or anything, but it was certainly quite forward. Emmett's hands were still on you, gently rubbing your back, and you reached back to find and hold one just as your other arm wrapped around Joel's broad shoulders.
Joel made you gasp by breaking away to kiss at your neck instead; you squeezed Emmett's hand slightly. "Fuck, she sounds so pretty," Joel noticed when you moaned at his teeth teasing your pulse.
"Yeah," Emmett agreed. "She can get loud, too, so let's just hope she doesn't wake anybody upâŚ"
Joel pulled your hand away from Emmett's and guided it to the bulge in his jeans; you sighed as you felt it, a hot feeling stirring in your chest. "See how you got me all worked up already?" he scolded you playfully. "C'mon and take it out for me."
Your hands were shaking more than you realized when you brought them to unfasten his belt⌠it felt new, and exhilarating, and a little scary as well, to be with someone new after so long. But you remembered when it was new with Emmett and it felt like this, exciting and weird and wonderful all at the same time. But you'd known Emmett longer before anything happened between youâ you'd only met Joel a few days ago.
Joel exhaled sharply through his nose when you reached into his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his erection. It was so hot to the touch, you were worried your fingers felt cold to him, but he didn't seem to mind much. You shuddered as you released it from the fabric, your mouth falling slack and your hand instinctively beginning to stroke it gently.
Joel's cock wasn't as long as Emmett's, but it was thicker, with a slight curve to one side. Regardless of exactly what it looked like, you were just amazed to see and stroke another cock but Emmett'sâ it had been so long, and you hadn't been with all too many people before Emmett anyways.
"Show him what you can do, baby," Emmett encouraged in a low voice, and you nodded as you leaned down to capture Joel's cock between your lips.Â
He hummed as you licked and sucked the tip, swirling your tongue over the head. But he groaned aloud when you dipped lower and took as much as you could into your mouth, letting the tip of his cock bump into the back of your throat.
Then you set your pace, hollowing your cheeks and slowly moving up and down on his length. Your jaw ached slightly already and you'd only just started.
You felt Joel's hand on the back of your head, not pushing you down but just guiding you in your movements.
"Mm," Joel praised with a grunt. "Your girl's got a sweet fuckin' mouth, EmmettâŚ"
"Yeah," he agreed, "and she loves using itâ gets her so wet, feel it."
You whimpered slightly as Joel reached back over you and pulled up your dress, slipping a hand inside your panties. His fingers curled through your lips, even toying with your swollen clit for a moment, and you moaned around the thick cock in your mouth.
"Damn," Joel chuckled, "she's soaked."
You broke away from Joel and turned around, looking at Emmett expectantly as you sat on the bed. "Can I suck you too? Please?"
Joel chuckled a little as Emmett nodded, letting you pull his pajama pants down as his hard cock bounced free. It was nice to get back to what you knew for a moment, and you didn't hesitate at all to take hold of him and lick a long stripe up his shaft.
Joel took the opportunity while you were facing away from him to toss up your dress and pull your panties down; he purred at the way the fabric stuck to your pussy, peeling off slowly with all the wetness there. "Fuckin' gorgeous," Joel groaned as he got a good look at it. Â
Two thick fingers rubbed over your clit until your toes curled; putting your head down in Emmett's lap to suck him sort of forced your hips up, nearly at eye-level with Joel, and feeling him explore you so gently made you feel exposed in the best way.
He slid one finger into your hole, just one, and you clenched down on him. "Damn," Joel groaned. "I don't know how you find the energy to do anything but fill this pretty little pussy of hers, Emmett."
But Emmett wasn't really paying attention to himâ he was watching you with heavy eyes and a slack mouth, petting your hair as you bobbed your head on his cock.
"Just like that," Emmett praised you quietly. When you moaned around him in response, it turned into a muffled cry as Joel suddenly took his finger out of you and replaced it with his tongue. His hands held your ass and kept you spread wide for him, burying his face in your pussy and tasting everything his tongue could reach⌠which was a lot. Your whole body quivered when he licked a long stripe up from the base of your clit all the way up, higher and higher, even running over that hole as you shuddered. Â
Your moans vibrated through Emmett's cock and his hand in your hair tightened into a fist and tugged on you a bit. "Fuck," Joel moaned against your soaking folds, "tastes even better than it looks."
"Feels even better than it tastes," Emmett promised with a smile, though he snarled as he pulled your head off of him by your hair and guided you into a rough, dominating kiss. He all but threw you back towards Joel, and you were sort of dazed and moving on instinct as Joel turned you around to face him.
But as you leaned down to suck Joel's cock again, he stopped you with a hand around your neck. "Taste yourself first," he ordered before he kissed you, diving his tongue right into your open mouth as you whined at the tangy flavor of your arousal coating his lips. Â
He pulled you back from the kiss with a growl, holding your hair and examining your faceâ you must have looked fucked out already, panting through your mouth and looking at him as you waited for your next instruction.
âWas she always this desperate?â Joel asked Emmett, though he was still looking at you. âOr did you train her?â
âA little of column A, a little of column B,â Emmett replied with a light chuckle.
He shoved your head back down into his lap, guiding his cock to your waiting lips and groaning when you swallowed it down. âGood fucking girl,â he praised. âSo fuckinâ dirtyâ damn, that tongueâŚâ
You gagged harder on Joelâs cock when you felt Emmett toying with your clit, teasing you with slow and delicate circles that made your toes curl. âWanna fuck her?â Emmett asked Joel simply; your hole pulsed in anticipation. The way they talked over you, like you werenât even there, was sort of irritating: but it made you so desperate, and you couldnât even figure out why.
Joel just laughed. âAre you kidding?â he wondered.
It was Emmettâs hand that pulled you off of Joelâs cock, but Joel grabbed your neckâ not too tightly, just enough to make you let a whimper out of your open mouthâ and flared his nostrils as he stared closely at your face.
âGet on your hands and knees for me,â he ordered firmly, and you nodded right away. They both let you go and you took the position, feeling a little shy again suddenlyâ like you had any right to be shy now. You faced Emmett, your hands on either side of his lap as he sat up on the bed, and he reached up to hold your face as you heard Joel get up and kneel behind you.
He teased you by running the head through your folds a few times, your lip catching between your teeth as the tip bumped against your swollen clit. Emmett studied your face closely, watching your mouth go slack and your brows knit together as Joel pushed just barely inside you.
And then you cried out, far too loud, because he shoved the rest of the way in at once. "Shit," Joel hissed, "fuckin' tight little thing. Fuck."
You could feel his gaze on your hole, no doubt watching himself split you open so wide, when his hands spread your ass open again for a better view.
âPrettiest fuckinâ pussy,â Joel awarded it with a sigh. âFuck, feel how good you fuckinâ take that? Feel how easy this big cock slides right into ya? Such a sweet little girlâŚâ
Easy was one way to describe itâ and yes, you were wet enough that he hardly had any resistanceâ but it felt like too much to really be easy. You fluttered your eyes open, not even noticing that youâd shut them, and found Emmettâs gaze still on you. How was it possible that he was looking at you with so much pride in his eyes? You bit your lip and returned his stare, whimpering each time Joel thrusted roughly into you. Â
"How's it feel, baby?" Emmett asked you as he gently stroked your cheek.
You choked a little, not sure you could find the words for it. "Different," you managed to blurt out, and both men chuckled a little.
"Yeah, bet it is different," Joel agreed, "don't think I'm gonna be as sweet with'ya as your old man here usually is."
Well, fair enough: Joel wasn't in love with you, so why should he treat you the same? Actually, your thighs shook a little as you thought about that⌠Joel just wanted to use you, fuck you like a toy and toss you back to Emmett when he was done. It should've been demeaning, but it made your back arch a little deeper.
"Yeah, fuck," Joel praised, "she likes that. Wants me to fuck her harder, I can tell."
âThen do it,â Emmett instructed him.
Joel gripped your hips tightly and slammed into you, making you choke on your own cry. âF-fuckââ you stammered, suddenly gripping Emmettâs shoulders for stability.
âGod,â Joel choked behind you; you could feel the bandage youâd given him as his hands held onto your hips, keeping you steady so he could pump into you as hard and fast as he liked.
You whined and dropped your head on Emmettâs shoulder, hearing him gently soothe you as each thrust rocked you forward into him. âTakinâ it so well,â he praised softly, âthatâs my girlâŚâ
Emmett started to push your dress down your arms and chest, exposing your tits for his big hands to rub slowly; Joel reached around and felt them tooâ and four hands on you felt like more than you could keep track of. A hand running up your thighs, squeezing your ass, teasing your tits, even wrapping around your throat and threatening to tighten⌠you were overwhelmed, in the best way.
"God, she's so perfect," Joel breathed. "Can't believe you let me borrow her."
"Just don't come inside her," Emmett instructed, "that's just for me."
"Fuck, I don't mind," Joel grunted, "think I'll like painting that pretty faceâŚ"
âShe swallows, too,â Emmett smiled, âif you like that.â
âLike it? Fuck,â Joel laughed, âthatâs fucking hot.â
âE-Emmett,â you whimpered in protest, âI never⌠Iâve never done that for anybody but youâŚâ
âWell, itâs not so different for anybody else,â Emmett assured you with a chuckle. âYouâll swallow his come if I tell you to, wonâtcha?â
You bit your lip and nodded.
âGood girl.â
That was all you really wantedâ to be good for him. And you felt your chest fill with pride knowing he was happy with you now, even if youâd never expected this to make him happy. He could be very protective of you, and you assumed he would never want another man to lay a hand on youâ heâd killed men for less, actually. But you realized that there was a massive difference: those men had threatened to hurt you, had scared you, had tried to take you from him. Joel was the first man other than Emmett that youâd trusted, let alone shown any interest in. Emmett was too busy fighting off creeps to mention that he didnât actually mind good guys getting a chance with you, apparently.
Joel kneaded a handful of your ass roughly, and you whimpered when you felt one of his fingertips start to rub gently against your other hole. âWhat about this hole?â he asked with a groan. âThis just for you, too?â
Emmett grinned a bit. âSheâs only done that a few times⌠what do you think, baby, wanna let Joel try your ass?â
It was already quite an ordeal to get Emmett to fit in there, and you whined just imagining Joel trying to fit that thick cock in your assâ âOh my god, she just got so fucking wet,â Joel noticed. Clearly, imagining it was having some effect on you. âThink she wants itâ donât ya, sweet girl?â
Though your cheeks burned with shame, you nodded, and both men chuckled darkly. âWarm her up first,â Emmett suggested.
âOf course,â Joel agreed, âwouldnât wanna break your toy.â
You moaned just from him saying that, before heâd even started to gently press his finger inside you. He spit right down onto it as he slid the digit inside, making you clench around himâ both ways. He hummed lowly, twisting and curling the finger into you, still fucking your pussy (though slower than before, thank god).
You gasped as a second finger carefully slid in, almost pushing you too far and making you wince slightlyâ but Emmett soothed you and kissed the side of your face, rubbing your back to help keep you relaxed. âYou can take it,â Emmett promised, âbe my good girl, okay? Let him get you ready.â
You nodded and clung tighter to Emmett, moaning when Joel twisted his fingers around and even curled them a bit inside you. âNot too much, is it?â Joel wondered when you whined loudly.
âNo, sheâs tougher than she looks,â Emmett answeredâ you sort of thought that question was for you, but you were too desperate to answer properly anyways.
Joel could pump those fingers in and out of you now, picking up the pace slightly to match the way he thrust his cock into your cunt, but when he tried to spread them a little wider he didnât have much luck. âStill too tight, I think,â Joel noticed with a laugh. âYâsure she can get stretched out enough for it?â
âYeah,â Emmett promised, âI can help, hold onââ
He brought two fingers to your open mouth; you sucked on them instinctively, shutting your eyes and moving your head forward to swallow them as deep as you could. What Joel said before suddenly made senseâ he really did have you trained.
You bobbed and suckled on Emmettâs long fingers, hearing him whisper his praises to you before he suddenly pulled them outâ your open mouth chased after them for a second, and Joel seemed to notice with a small, condescending laughâ and reached over your back, pushing the slick fingers into your hole right beside Joelâs.
âFuck!â you yelped at the feeling, legs shaking as you realized youâd never been this full: a cock and four fingers, it was more than youâd ever imagined.
Joel groaned a little, picking up the pace of his thrusts into your pussy again, and you did your best to breathe steady as those fingers pumped in and out of you. You couldnât deny the way it turned you onâ none of you could, you could hear it as Joel fucked you slowly. âSheâs fuckinâ dripping, Emmett,â Joel noticed with a sigh, âshe really likes this little ass played with, huh?â
Emmett laughed and nodded in agreement. âShe likes doing what sheâs told,â he clarified.
âSuch a good little slut,â Joel praised, and you whimpered before Emmett kissed you again.
They continued that way until you worried youâd start begging for a cock in your ass if they made you wait anymoreâ thankfully, they didnât make you embarrass yourself like that, Emmett felt with his fingers and saw in your eyes that you were ready. Pulling his fingers out of you, he glanced at Joel behind you: âGo ahead,â he offered simply.
Joelâs fingers left your ass, too, and you felt empty there but differentâ when his cock slipped from your cunt, you gasped a little at having nothing inside you for the first time in a while, and you glanced back at him. âYeah,â Joel encouraged, âkeep lookinâ back at me while I put my cock in your ass.â
You felt a little awkward doing that, but you did it anyways, biting your lip as he met your gaze and lined up his thick head with your stretched ass. He was still soaked from being in your pussy, and your ass was pretty much dripping with spit now, so he didnât have too much trouble pushing into your puckered holeâ but it was still tight, and you still winced (but kept your eyes on him, of course).
Even with all that prep, you shuddered and whined as Joel slowly slid into your assâ he savored every inch, licking his lips and groaning as he stretched you wider and wider. He seemed to just get thicker, even at the very base of him, and your eyes rolled back when he was seated in you all the way. And then he punched his hips just that little bit more, apparently intent on burying himself in you as far as humanly possible; you gasped and hugged Emmett tighter, turning your head towards him again but shutting your eyes tight from the sting of the stretch. Â
âGod fucking damn,â Joel moaned, digging his fingers into the skin of your hips, clearly trying to control himself. âFuck, Emmett, youâve really got yourself such a perfect little fucktoyâ whereâd you find her?â
Emmett smiled wide, stroking your hair and looking at your faceâ painted with filthy pleasureâ tenderly. âShe found me,â he answered. âStill got no fuckinâ idea how I got so lucky.â
Joel started to move, making you tighten your hands into weak fists, and set a careful pace that gave you some time to adjust⌠even if not quite as much as you wouldâve wanted.
A sudden, sharp thrust nearly knocked you forwardâ thankfully Emmett was there to catch youâ and you moaned loudly. Emmett laid down slightly, letting you lay on top of him and hide your face in his chest. âThatâs my girl,â he praised quietly.
As Joelâs movements sped up a little more, he sighed, seeming to find a comfortable pace (for him, at least) as you forced yourself not to tense up: it didnât hurt, but it was certainly an intense feeling, especially when you felt Joelâs heavy balls slap against your dripping pussy.
"This'll be better than coming on your face," Joel grinned. "Filling up this tight ass, fuck, you're so dirty, babyâŚ"
You felt someone move your hips down a bit, changing the angle of it all, but you were too lost in it to even know who it was. Emmett kissed your neck, teeth teasing your pulse, and you whinedâ you would beg him to bite you and leave a mark that everyone could see, if you could speak at all right now.
Your legs ended up straddling Emmettâs lap, and you gasped when you felt his cock press against your pussyâ you'd been too distracted to even notice him taking it outâ and he cooed at you sweetly. "You can take both, right?" he asked quietly. "You've always got room for me, don't you?"
Though you were still intimidated by the idea, you nodded as you bit your lip.
"That's my girl," Emmett praised, grabbing your hips and pulling you down onto his cock.
You almost screamed at the feeling of being so full, digging your fingers into Emmettâs shoulders. He looked up at you with eager eyes, watching you struggle to take them bothâ but you eventually relaxed enough to sink down and fit them both to the hilt.
âGood fucking girl,â Joel praised with a groan, holding on tight to your hips as he started to move again slowlyâ as for Emmett, his hands moved from your waist to your head to guide you into a sloppy, needy kiss.
Your moans were loud yet weak, your shaky hands clutching at Emmett desperately as they both pumped into you. Joel seemed almost overwhelmed by it, too, leaning down over you, growling and biting at your neck and shoulder.Â
âF-fuck, dunno how long I can last like this,â Joel admitted, âso fucking tightâŚâ
You jumped slightly when one of Joel's rough hands reached around your hips and slid down to your clit, rubbing at the bud until you jerked back from the sudden intense sensation.
"Just wanna feel you come first, princess," he explained with a purr.
âA-ah, fuck,â you whimpered, shaking all over as you tried to process all that you were feeling. They moved you around how they wanted you, and at some point Emmett was sitting up and holding you in his lap while Joel kept thrusting into your ass from behind while holding your shoulderâ how were you supposed to keep track of all the anatomy of this, while you had two big cocks stretching you open and Joelâs rough, experienced fingers on your clit.
Emmett moaned against your skin as he kept sucking on your neck, meanwhile Joel was speaking gruffly by your ear, sending chills up your spine. âCan you come, princess?â he asked darkly. ââRound both our cocks?â
âYes,â you admitted in a gasp, âfuckâ Emmett, can I come?â
He smiled against your neck; âOf course, babydoll,â he breathed. âLetâs show Joel how much you love beinâ fucked like a whore.â
You wrapped your arms around Emmettâs neck, dropping your head limply back on Joelâs shoulder as the feeling washed over you: you tightened up everywhere, inside and out, and they both groaned as they watched you give in to ecstasy. You werenât even sure whose hands were where anymore, but they were everywhere, and even through your exhaustion you felt desperation guide your hips to move on their ownâ chasing an even higher pleasure.
âFuck,â Joel grunted as he watched you go, his own thrusts getting faster and rougher. âFuck, thatâs so cute.â
You didnât expect him to describe you like that in a time like this, and you whimpered as your walls flexed again. You could tell Joel was getting a little desperate himself, that bandaged hand giving your clit a break and holding your hip tightly instead. âCome in her ass, Joel,â Emmett ordered with a sigh, staring at your face with heavy eyes, âsheâs ready.â
He did it pretty much instantly, groaning lowly and tossing his head back with a sharp breath in through his teeth; you felt him flexing, and it stretched your tighter hole even just that much more. You whined softly at the feeling, hearing distantly little praises from Emmett, and finally Joel finished and pulled out of you with a little hiss.
It was less of a relief than you expectedâ your ass was still stretched and sore, and Emmett was still so deep inside you⌠and then, a moment later, you felt that hot trickle out of your used hole. You felt filthy with Joelâs come running out of you like that, tickling your inner thigh as it dribbled downâ but the way Emmett was looking at you seemed to remove any sense of shame you had left.
"God, look how beautiful you are," Emmett grunted as he guided you to move faster in his lap, "men just can't help it with you, can they? Bet every guy in this town wants you, bet they're all thinking about having you to themselvesâ but you're mine, huh? My girl?"
"Yes," you sobbed, "yes, I'm yoursâ all yours, Emmett, alwaysâ"
"Gonna show Joel whose girl you are," Emmett promised with a growl. "Gonna get this pussy nice and full how you like it."
"Yes," you said again, a needy groan this timeâ the tip of his cock was hitting so deep inside you that you could hardly breathe, yet you only wanted more. "Yes, please, pleaseâ come in me, daddy."
"Damn," Joel laughed, "she is dirty."
Emmett grinned. "Only gets that way when she's real desperate. Needs her daddy's come so badâŚ"
âPlease,â you begged shakily, feeling him pull you closer and start to buck his hips up into you faster; he was breathing roughly, quickly, and you knew that he was getting close, but he had a habit of holding back until he absolutely couldnât take it anymore just so he could watch you like this for as long as possible. Â
Apparently unsatisfied with the speed and control he could reach with you on top of him, Emmett pushed you back down onto the bed, holding your legs and fucking you hard and fastâ you cried out, arching your back as his hands slid up to hold your waist.
You gasped loudly when Joel unexpectedly leaned down and sucked on one of your tits; your back arched even further towards it, and you heard him moan against your skin as his tongue circled the hardened bud. Emmett's mouth suddenly found the other one, without his pace slowing down at all, and you could've screamed right then. You hadn't realized how sensitive they would be, and never in your life had you had both sucked on at onceâ it was so overwhelming, it was making jolts of white hot pleasure burst inside you, and fuck Emmettâs cock was filling you just right, hitting that perfect spotâ
"I'm coming," you sobbed, "f-fuck, daddy, I'm comingâ"
Emmett groaned loudly, his mouth falling slack around your breast as hot breaths fanned your skin. You felt him starting to flex inside you, and you moaned louder knowing he was filling you so deep. His grunts were in time with his deep, hard thrusts into you, and you went numb and tingly all over as the orgasm seemed to drain everything out of you.
Finally, he slowed to a stop, moving up to kiss you slow and sweetâ both of you breathing heavily against each other, your shaky fingers reaching up to hold his face and run through his hair.
He broke away and sat up with a sigh; you wanted to kiss him longer, but you were too exhausted to even complain, simply relaxing against the bed and almost wincing when he pulled out of your sore cunt.
Emmett sat back and tugged your limp form up a bit, cradling you as he held your back to his chest. âOh, look at that,â he whispered just beside your ear, reaching down to rub your thigh, âallâa my come running out of you⌠both holes nice and full just how you need⌠so fuckinâ pretty, baby, my pretty little girlâŚâ
You just whimpered sleepily, soaking in the warmth of Emmettâs embrace.
"Why don't you taste her now, Joel?" Emmett suddenly offered him with a smirk. Â
Before you could process that idea, Emmett was holding your legs open while Joel dived down between them. You whimpered as Joel licked up through your folds, your whole body getting hot at the thought of Joel tasting you and Emmett. He really didn't mind doing that with another man's come? The idea that he might just be that insatiable for youâŚ
He suddenly latched on to your clit and sucked hard, making you yelp and buck your hipsâ but Joel and Emmett were both holding onto you tight, keeping you steady as your body shook uncontrollably.
"Oh, that's it's," Emmett praised, "let him taste you, babyâ let Joel lick that pretty pussy, okay?"
"F-fuckâ s'really sensitiveâ" you choked out.
Emmett held you tighter, both hands groping your breasts and his fingertips gently toying with your nipples. âBeinâ so good for me,â he praised in a low, rough voice. âSo fuckinâ pretty when youâre getting your pussy ate, babydollâ never get to appreciate it âcause Iâm too busy doinâ it. But you look so fuckinâ cute like thisâŚâ
Your back arched, pushing your shoulders against Emmett's chest as he held you, and he trailed gentle kisses along your shoulder and up your neck.Â
"Gonna come, huh?" he noticed, pinching your nipples harder until you whined. "It's okay, baby, let Joel make you come. Just one more and you can restâŚ"
âC-canât,â you choked, âcanât come anymoreââ
âShh, you can,â Emmett promised. âYou can show Joel how good you are for me, huh? You can come when I tell you to.â
âFuck,â you sobbed, grabbing onto Emmettâs hand tightlyâ though your other hand gripped a handful of Joelâs salt-and-pepper hair, making him look up at you with those dark brown eyesâŚ
âMhm, you can do it,â Emmett continued, squeezing your hand in encouragement. âPut your tongue inside her, Joel.â
You shuddered and quaked when Joel obeyed, the most filthy sounds filling the room while Joel lapped and sucked at your leaking pussy. Emmettâs handâ the one you werenât holding onto for dear lifeâ groped your tits roughly, pinching your nipples hard enough to make you buck your hips against Joelâs face, but Joel still had that iron-tight grip on your hips to keep you where he needed you.
Joel was moaning lowly against your skin, focusing his tongue attention back on your clitâ from teasing little circles around it to hard, rough licks right over it. This time, when he went back to sucking on the nub harder than ever, you knew you couldnât hold it back anymore. âFuck, Joel!â you screamed, making him groan darkly again. âIâm gonna come!â
Emmett dragged his teeth over the shell of your ear, laughing softly yet wickedly. âYouâre sayinâ his name now?â he noticed. âYouâre not coming for him, baby, youâre coming for me. Because I told you to. Yes?â
âYes, yes,â you promised, chanting it mindlessly. âYours, Emmettâ fuck, Iâm yours, you know I am. Only yours.â
His hand moved from your breast to your face, turning it far enough to look at himâ those eyes were boring into you, and you whimpered with your lip between your teeth as you hoped you hadnât disappointed him. âSay it again,â he demanded.
âYours,â you repeated as you looked into his eyesâ even though your imminent orgasm made it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. âIâm yours, daddy.â
He grabbed your jaw and kissed you hard, his tongue keeping your mouth wide open; he swallowed every moan as you came, moaning himself like he could taste your pleasure in the kiss, holding your hand tighter than ever.Â
Joel kept eating you out even when your whole body was shaking, even when your weak little hand was trying to push his head awayâ he only stopped when Emmettâs hand joined yours, just one touch and Joel lifted his head and sighed.
Emmett guided your hand back up to his face, and you held it (with what little strength you had) as you kept kissing him⌠though the kiss changed, it went from rough and hungry to soft and slow and gentle.
He stopped kissing you just enough to speak, his thumb petting your cheek so you would open your eyes. âYou did so good for me, babydoll,â he cooed under his breath.
Knowing you had finally done everything he wanted, you melted limply into Emmettâs arms, who chuckled a little at your exhaustion. Â
âLooks like you really wore her out, Miller.â
âYou did, too,â Joel returned. âBesides, at that age, Iâm guessinâ sheâll be raring to go again by the end of the hour.â
Emmett snorted. âI can get her begging in five minutes,â he countered.
âPleaseâ mâtoo tired,â you whimpered, cuddling up tighter against Emmettâ but his hand was already snaking up your thigh, teasing further between your legs.
âToo tired, huh?â he taunted quietly, petting closer to your sore pussy until your legs spread naturally to let him touch where he wanted. âGood girl.â
Two fingers delicately teased you, circling around your clit but never quit reaching itâ until you were rocking your hips up to try to find some attention in the right spot.
When he did touch your clit, ever so gently, you shivered and mumbled his name; your eyes still closed, you hid your face in his neck and began to shamelessly rock against his fingers. He teased your opening, making it apparent how wet you still were, but never dipped inside no matter how hard you tried to tempt him to.
âPlease,â you whispered, too desperate to feel guilty for it at all, âEmmett, I needââ
âJesus,â Joel laughed, âdidnât take long at all, did it?â
âNope,â Emmett agreed.
âSo fuckinâ needy,â Joel groaned.
âYep,â Emmett responded simply again. âTell us what you need, babydollâŚâ
âIâŚI needâŚâ you mumbled, face getting warm. âNeed to be fullâŚâ
âWith what?â Joel pressed.
âUmâŚâ you stalled, nervous to admit it but knowing they wouldnât rest until you did. âWith a⌠a cock.â
Emmett snorted. âAny cock?â he wondered.
âW-well, I figured one of you twoââ
They both laughed a little, and you felt silly but your walls tightened against themselves. âWeâre not young like you, sweetpeaâ itâs not that easy,â Joel explained. âGonna need a little more patienceâŚâ
âButâ but you got me all worked up!â you whined. âYou did that on purposeâŚâ
âYeah,â Emmett admitted with a purr, âyeah, baby, I did that on purpose.â
You pouted a bit. âYouâre mean sometimesâŚâ
âMhm,â he agreed with a soft laugh, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Joel. âHow long will it take you to get hard again?â
âNot that long,â Joel answered, âif she puts that mouth to good use.â
Emmett helped you sit up, patting your back encouragingly. âGo ahead, baby, you know what to doâŚâ
As you crawled towards where Joel knelt on the bed, still totally dazed and exhausted, you realized that tonight was far from overâ and that tonight may not be all that Emmett had in store for you.
#joel miller smut#emmett a quiet place smut#cillian murphy smut#pedro pascal smut#pedro pascal x reader#cillian murphy x reader#joel miller x reader#emmett a quiet place x reader#WELP. this is filthy.
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1 ę A FAMILIAR TUNE
imagine! 7.2k words worth of slow-burn â dan heng x reader â second pov fem! reader â angst and fluff â father! jing yuan (strictly platonic) â i treated the reader more as an oc, i do apologise for that.
summery â leaving home was one of the hardest choices youâve ever had to make, yet how could you stay when the life you lived could only ever bring you sadness and superficiality?Â
aka dan heng x reader with mommy and daddy issues
disclaimer â this story may hold sensitive subjects such as mentioned death, neglect and the baggage that comes with it, mental illness, violence, harassment and talks of infertility. it has a very long introduction (my bad lol), a rather steamy end and takes inspiration from the original story line so be careful of spoilers and it was inspired by head-canons written here by @lyomeii , please go show some love. remember that this is a work of fiction and any names and characters written are my imagination alone. enjoy <3
taglist â @can-i-go-to-sleep-please â @can-i-stay-awake
There was a time when things felt easier, when the sun seemed to shine brighter despite the overwhelming shadow that was always cast on your family. You used to love the deep smell of green tea that enveloped the parlour each time the two of you took residence in it, and the wind that would swirl it around the whole of the office all while you laughed without a single care at the way it tugged your translucent shawl and hair.Â
Jing Yuan adored that sound more than anything, it filled his heart with the warmest of contents yet the cruelest of longings. He would sip quietly on the tea youâd brewed for him and pretend to enjoy the frivolous moment with his eyes closed, but you both knew that when you looked away, another story would be told completely.Â
Perhaps in reality, the sun never shined brighter than it seemed to and it was never easier to stomach. You were just too naive, too young to notice the thin cords bringing you and your father closer, and too ignorant to see the way they were slowly beginning to rip under the pressure.Â
To the public eye, your father loved you more than anything in the world, that was no news to anyone atop the Xianzhou Luofu. Youâve always worn the most expensive silks to have ever been created, with the richest of accessories and jewels. Whenever a new Hanfu dress would reach your hands, he would parade you on the busiest streets himself, making sure everyone and their mothers would talk about it by noon the next day.Â
He made sure you always had the most able and knowledgeable professors at your call, and if you ever needed anything, all youâd have to do is ask to whomever was closest to you at the very moment, and it would be fulfilled within seconds. Sometimes you didnât know if the servants did it out of admiration for your father or obligation.
Jing Yuan made sure you never needed or wanted for more. Materially, that is.Â
And things were bound to change as you grew, especially as he cruelly presented you to the scrutiny of high society.Â
You quickly grew to understand that it was his way of apologising, like a crow that would chip away at your skin then bring you trinkets of appreciation. When you sat and listened to some woman criticise that your dress was too frivolous for the event, too out of fashion for society and that none of your jewels matched, he did not do much but smile and pat your shoulder.Â
âLittle [Y/n] will learn from your kind advice.â He assured her, but you barely held in a snort of frustration. When the other women joined in, when they begun pulling at your hair to adjust it, when they hit your hands with their fans as you purred tea for not angling your elbows right, when they shamed you as the hall hollered with laughter, he watched and smiled, so you took a deep breath and smiled back to everyone around you too.
Later that very evening he found you with tears running on your cheeks, a box of red and gold velvet in his hands. Your father did not speak, nor did he show much emotion on his face and it angered you. You wished to yell, to protest for the fact that he had not jumped to your defence, but as you opened the box, all protests died on your lips and the tears stilled, hands shaking at the most beautiful jade hair pin youâve ever seen.
But his gifts stopped making up for his emotional absence around the third time it happened.Â
And you knew they all watched you like a hawk. Every move youâd make before the higher ups would be analysed on a scale of âgood enoughâ or âweakâ by none other than your fatherâs so called friends, while every single gesture before the public was like pulling needles off your skin. Yesterday you wore your Hanfu scandalously low on your cleavage, today you didnât say thank you when the guard accompanying you opened up your parasol, tomorrow you wonât hold your tea cup quite right and so on.Â
Usually it was easy to ignore.
But that was before the daughters of the noblest of houses would begin to alienate you for shallow reasons, and before the sons of each commissioner would size you up as nothing but easy stock to win over, an easy marriage in the pocket, or so they thought.Â
It was easy for them to have the audacity to criticise you to your face or try to win you over, after all, you were nothing but a spoiled brat whoâs never heard no for as long as sheâs lived. Surely, youâve never faced a single hardship, so the public felt righteous enough to scold you into it while for those within you were noting but a charity case.Â
So you tried to learn all you could, so youâd never feel as less in front of others ever again. Since the very evening of your debut, you insisted on having a book under your arm, a needle in your hand, a sword at your hip, or a qin in your lap while tea cups simmered on a table. It felt easier to overlook the loneliness when you did. You found that after a certain age, it felt comforting even to worry about making it in time to granny Huaâs qin lessons while leaving the swordplay hall behind, rather than sit pretty in a room and wait all day for your father to finish his duties as a general. There was no more room at social events for rude interventions, and no more room in your mid for uncomfortable questions to ask while doing so, really. Â
But you couldnât avoid them for an eternity, that was for sure. And neither could Jing Yuan, for even in tranquil moments when peace had the taste of green tea and the smell of fresh air after rain, your twinkling eyes were still a carbon copy of how hers were.Â
In the better of these days, your father would pretend to laugh at a joke you made, while you pretended to be satisfied with his reaction. Youâd move a piece on the xiangqi board with elegant hands and chatted about the latest passage you read in a philosophy book, and he hummed in agreement while placing his own piece down. A cleverly crafted strategy to his own defeat, one that you felt content with following despite the fragile shame that came with it.Â
It was a play you both excelled at most, after all.
At the worst of it all, you canât understand his harsh voice as he yells âThat is enough, [Y/n]!â while slamming his tea cup on the table. The whole room would shake at his warning, but your hunger for answers was much stronger than any fear, so you really canât understand his fury when you yell back âFather! It is not!â He look at you with sorrow in his heart and his eyes were twisted by a pain youâd never understand, as he could only see her in you.Â
âI will not have this conversation with you!â Heâd warn again, but you took it as an invitation to push even further. âI donât know the first thing about my mother, Jing Yuan! Her name? Never heard of it. Her face? Never seen it. Do you not think it is cruel, father?â Hot tears streamed on your perfect porcelain cheeks, smearing the red eyeliner you had painted on. âNo one ever speaks about her to me, everyone refuses to. But they all look at me like Iâm some kind ofâŚâ Your voice trailed off with hard puffs and sobs. âLike Iâm some kind ofâŚâÂ
His own chest puffed and the sight of you felt like a stab to his heart. You couldnât get your words out, you didnât need to really. People constantly looked at you in one of two ways, no matter how perfectly youâve learned to craft your smiles, or how good your tea brewing had became, you were either a charity case theyâd pity, or a spoiled brat that knew none of what the real world would offer.
 But despite all of his anger, he was still your father, and as much as he loved to punish himself trough you, he still held back the need of snapping the heads off all of their shoulders. He would reach for the back of your neck with his hand, bringing you into his chest in a half hug. âYou are enough. Never forget that.â Heâd kiss the crown of your head and inhale the floral smell of your hair. It grounded him, even as you screamed into his chest and pushed him away, his grip stayed firm until youâd shed your last tear and you cried your last sob.Â
Because despite of how much you hated to admit it, you were living and breathing for his approval, which you seemed to never ever gain.
Unbeknownst to you, everything about you was just like her. Your face, your hair, even the way you wore your Hanfu a little out of place with the shawl falling all over the floor when you walked, or your mannerism as you spoke with a tiny accent on your tongue, it was all her and nothing of his except the mole under your left eye. Youâve never met her, he tried to reason. Youâve never seen her or heard of her deeds. Your mother has been an enigma to you ever since you could remember things, and yet the world punished him with her perfect copy in you when he tried to push her memory away the most.Â
It felt bittersweet. To the outside eye, general Jing Yuan adored his daughter more than anything else in the world. But underneath the jewellery, there were unaddressed feelings, each pearl you wore for people on the Central Starskiff Heaven to see was a tear unshed, each new dress was a silent apology theyâd never hear, each loving promenade youâd have with your father was there to hide for the public a question you asked when the cord was too tensed. One of these days it would snap in half, you were sure of it.Â
So who could blame you when it all overflowed? When you could no longer smile in the face of those who envied you and when your fatherâs emotional absence felt like a hallow painting of what should have really been? When the dresses and the jewels werenât smothering the pain any longer?
You felt it daily, building up, pressing down, tugging at your smiles until they became frowns and empty stares, and your ever growing depression was evident for anyone that roamed the gardens outside your window at night, as your qin carried into the world the saddest tune your heart feared to voice. And this time, not even a Hanfu made out of golden thread would ease your pain.Â
âSo, say you, general,âÂ
Your father hummed back to the woman before him as he placed his piece down on the board. Another noble nodded in agreement with his choice behind him. You saw them all from where you were sitting, fingers strumming the qin in a delicate tune for the whole room to enjoy, while gin purred from flasks and laughter echoed somewhere in the back. It wasnât like you to agree partaking in parties like these, but how could you turn Jing Yuan down when he asked you to serenade him at the event?
âI would say youâd want to keep your daughter closest to you, am I not right?â The wicked tone in the nobleâs voice made you shiver underneath the silver shawl that draped off your shoulders. âQuite so I fear, why is that?âÂ
âWell, I hoped to reach you when I first heard the news, but I was quite busy, yous see?â The woman, an esteemed elder of the Artisanship Commission, hid her face behind what was possibly the most obnoxious fan youâve ever seen, and your fingers became stiff on the metal strings of your trusted instrument. âPardon me?â The general stilled his movements on the xiangqi pieces while the chattering went quiet. Nothing but your trembling notes filled the air.
âYou know, I wished to give you my deepest condolences the moment I heard. For your daughterâs⌠unfortunate situation, that is.â Confused, Jing Yuan tilts his head to where you stood, only to be met with the same questions on your face that you desperately tried to drown as you played your melody. He chuckled awkwardly, then, and returned his attention on the game. âI fear I donât know what youâre going on about, maâam.â
âAh⌠You know, the fact that your daughter is unable to bear children has quite saddened us all. I was looking forward to sending my son as a potential suitor!âÂ
If eyes could kill, you would be sure that the place where the woman stood would have become scorched dust. An involuntary scoff left your lips loud enough to draw attention, but you pretended to be engrossed with tuning your qin before beginning to play another piece for the hall.Â
âAnd where have you heard such news, I wonder?â But she held no fear in her eyes.Â
âWell, for one, everyone in high society talks about it! You see, your daughter is already past the age of accepting suitors yet has never even been seen with a man, so people assume. That being said I personally was told so by a doctor that works under you, your grace.âÂ
âLiesâ, you told yourself, but it was not enough to cool the blush you had on your cheeks from embarrassment, no matter how much you have been shamed by the public eye, nothing could compare to this very moment now.Â
âIs that so,â Your father trailed off, then placed his piece on the xiangqi board. âWell, from what I know, your son is welcome to send in his suitor application, for my daughter is more than healthy and cared for. In fact, now that I think about it,â But you didnât wish to hear any more.Â
With a sudden move, you jumped from your seat to your feet and rushed to gather the qin underneath its silk cloth. The commotion drew attention to you, and so murmurs begun filling your ears which only fed your ever growing shame. âPlease excuse me.â You voiced as you bowed deeply to the room of lords and nobles, then picked up your instrument and hurried to the exit with a strained âPlease enjoy the rest of your evening.âÂ
And you hoped that would be the last youâve heard of it all, but as fate wanted it, that was far from how things would play.Â
âFather! This is ridiculous!â You protested. For all reason and purposes, it really was.Â
Not even a full day after what happened, he invited you to serve tea with him in the parlour. You found it odd, as he never requested your presence on Tuesday afternoons, but did not complain as you stepped into the room with haste.Â
He took his time finding the courage to face you, and when he understood he would not be able to deliver the news to you with a straight face, he pushed a stack of paper to you without even meeting your eyes. There, in red ink, was your fate sealed by a simple signature. An agreement that had been made without your knowledge or permission, and a wound that would become the reason for the demise of cord that held your family together.
Marriage certificate.Â
No one knows what was truly discussed that night in the evening, but what was known was that youâve fled with tears in your eyes and anger on your face. And for better or for worse, that would become the last time anyone on the Xianzhou Luofu had seen you under the identity of the generalâs daughter, for you found no more room in your heart for the pain that followed with it.
âYou know, when you put it like that, I do think that green works best with coral!â March eagerly nodded her head, while Dan Heng took his time analysing Himekoâs theory. You and welt only listened to the conversation with one ear, while the other was being filled with questions over questions from Stelle.Â
âI donât believe thatâs a wise move.â You chirped as Welt placed the piece down, and you followed with a quick movement that gained you his general. He groaned and pushed his glasses up away while massaging the bridge of his nose. Stelle wowed and wood at your victory, and March leaned from her seat across the expressâ parlour with a âreally?â look in her eyes.Â
âYou lost again, M. Yang?âÂ
âI swear Iâm good at this game.â And you chuckled while placing the pieces back into their pouch. âUsed is a keyword.â March continued to tease while everyone watched your movements, which, weirdly, felt more calming than before your time on the express. In truth, it was because they never snickered underneath their palms and never cherry picked your posture until youâd get it wrong.Â
That being said, you could only care for one personâs eyes alone, and his stare felt like electricity on the back of your neck.Â
âHow did you learn to play like this, anyways? Youâre like a mad genius at these.â Stelle intervened, and you couldnât help but shiver as your fatherâs knowing eyes came into your mind. âAhâŚâ was all that escaped your lips, before you cured your pained expression in a calm and lovely smile. âMy father taught me how to play. He always made it so I would win, though. Therefore, for the longest time I believed I was quite bad at it too.âÂ
Your voice felt like crystal in the quiet room, so quiet and soft to the ear that it was more akin to a melody than a spoken sentence. You never truly talked about your home, never about your family of your past, which is exactly why your friends turned to you with a cocktail of shocked expressions. Despite how polite and proper you always were, whenever someone asked about it, you would have the coldest glare thrown their way, sure, involuntarily, but scary nonetheless, and with time the crew learned to not ask about a past you so much wished to hide.
Despite that, they never judged you for any of it, not even when your friendship has been tried over and over by your cold heart. You were never outright rude per se, but distant hit the nail in the head best. When Himeko would extend an invitation to a âcoffee partyâ for the crew as an example, you refused with a polite smile that felt ripped out of etiquette teaching picture books, saying you prefer tea instead.Â
She feared youâd be left out, you feared being the centre of attention.Â
âI believe Iâll head in for the day.â You spoke after finishing to arrange the xiangqi pieces on the board. March left out an âOhâŚâ and you could hear the sad face in her voice. Amongst the others, she was the saddest when you chose to sit the Xianzhou Luofu out, as ever since your addition to the crew, you never turned down an adventure. You explained that your bones hurt from the cold of Jarilo-VI and that you needed a rest, and with Stelle at their side, you were sure they would have no problems getting trough this one trail-blazing adventure. Sure, it was a bit of a shock for Himeko and Welt, but to March? It was a tragedy. Her new bestie leaving her behind? She swore the world would end.
âPlease, have a safe journey and a swift return.âÂ
You nodded your head their way before picking up the xiangqi game and reaching for the door. Your fingers grazed the digital pad just in time to hear Dan Hengâs voice behind you. âI will do the same, didnât quite finish storing the data bank after Jarilo-VI.âÂ
And so you ended up side by side, walking trough the corridors of the Express. However, as you stepped past his make-shift room, you found his steps synced with yours still and, confused, you turned to face him and painted one of your signature smiles. Fake but pretty all the same.Â
âCan I help you, Dan Heng?â
It was exactly that cold yet perfect, more-like-a-painting-than-an-actual-human attitude that made Dan Heng distrust you from the moment you stepped on the Express. You left everything to speculation in a way in which even your clothes were a mass of black and colourless, without any culture behind or any story at all to tell. Always in a bland attire with no accessories at all. March made fun of you for being so tasteless, but he saw past the appearance. He saw past the way you acted and into the way you wilded your swords like cranes flying in the wind, the way you prepared and steeped tea, and the way you handled xiangqi and go pieces like a native only could.
He peered into your eyes in a way that made you unravel before him without a single word, and he knew it was to hide a side of you that youâve hidden deeply to the rest. But not quite to him.
And while he was trying to get over a sense of danger in you, fed by your secrecy, you found peace in his presence. Unbeknownst to him, he was the one thing that reminded you of home and the good in it despite it all. If your memories were filled with torment and loneliness, he was the smell of freshly baked red bean sticky rice cakes in the market, or the sound of wind chimes in the summer rain. He was all of the little things you wanted to push away but found comfort in, and you didnât know if you loved it or hated him for it.
âYes, actually.â He nodded. âI find I canât sleep as of late and I wanted to try one of your calming brews.â You frowned at his words but gave in without asking much, which he greatly appreciated. âVery well, please join me for some tea tonight, then.â And silence settled between you two as you lead him to your cabin with unease rolling off your shoulders.Â
Your room was much like your clothes. Simple and colourless besides the coffer next to your bed, which was unmistakably made with the mastery of a Xianzhou artisanship. But if he noticed it, he didnât speak on it at all, nor about the low table in the middle of the room that was in the same style, or⌠well really about anything. You appreciated that most. Even when you settled on the table a traditional set of cups, a clear tea spreading the most enchanting and calming aroma from them, he did not speak a single word.
As he drank, his eyes rested on your covered qin that sat atop your bed, and he did not need to speak for you to understand his intentions. You sat down quietly on the covers, revealing the simple instrument like a truth youâd usually hide from. And he couldnât help but watch you with sadness in his heart as you tuned the strings with shaky hands âtill crystal clear notes echoed trough the room.Â
You took a heavy inhale and looked upon the dark ebony wood as if greeting an old friend before propping it on your lap, but couldnât handle to meet Dan Hengâs eyes. At least not when he stared at you as if he knew every single secret you feared to tell.Â
As you raised your hands in the air, getting ready to pull at the string, his own palm engulfed your exposed skin in an unspoken plea, and you couldnât help but give into his warmth. He pulled gently until your face was buried into his shoulder and his other arm was in your hair, and you didnât even notice it when silent tears begun to stain the fabric of his coat. He didnât protest nor ever addressed it, and you preferred the feeling of his body against yours to the coldness of his eyes on a normal day.Â
As such, you spent the evening together afterwords. Him silently sipping on the calming tea as the sorrowful yet comforting sound of the qin filled your bedroom, until there were no more tears to shed and the pot on the table had gone cold.Â
No one wanted to admit it, but it had to be said. Something changed between you and Dan Heng from then on and the first one to notice it was none other than March.Â
They were getting ready to leave the express when she stated it for the whole crew to hear.Â
âIs it me or are the two of you like, in love or something now?â She arched one of her eyebrows while her lips rested in a scowl. Now, donât get her wrong she was more than happy for you two if it was the case, but what she could not stand for was the two of you ditching the adventure to enjoy a date over tea and qin music again.Â
âMarch, what kind of nonsense are you onto again?â You huffed with cherry red ears, while Dan Heng choked on the water he was previously drinking. All she could do was wave her hand while saying âyeah yeah,â over and over with a bored face before they set out on their way, but not before Welt pinned the two of you down with a knowing look.
The express stilled with their absence, reinforced by Pom-Pom who claimed to have some cleaning to do somewhere in the Express and Himeko who had some paperwork to finish. The parlour felt almost empty, despite Dan Hengâs presence right next to you. He still held his fist over his mouth as if preparing to cough, cheeks dusted pink and eyes on the starry sky before you, but he didnât say a word about what happened. And something in you told you to follow his lead.Â
You ate quietly at the sticky rice cake you tried your hand baking, and although the taste was very different from what you remembered, it was still as good as ever. With a tissue all crumpled up in your hand, you resulted to watching the sky along side your new friend, eyeing the stars one by one as they passed by. Yet you found your eyes sliding lower and lower from the window to the man before you, who you found already watching you with wide eyes. As if caught in headlights, he stammered out an incoherent string of words but did not move his gaze, not even as his body leaned to yours until his hand grazed your chin.Â
You shuddered at his icy touch, but did not dare to move, not even as his fingertips reached for your lips. He gently wiped your lips then brought his thumb to his own mouth, licking off the excess red bean cream from the cake, and you were absolutely sure your face would explode from how hot it get in that very moment. âYou had a bit,â He started, but his mouth closed shut when he noticed the dazed stare in your eyes. âOh aeons, I didnât make you uncomfortable, did I?â His voice shook and his own ears turned scarlet red, only now realising what he has done. You shook your head, head turning so you could focus on the floor as if the tiles below your feet were now the best sight you have ever seen. âAh, not at all! I was just surprised, âtis all.â Your sweaty palm gripped the tissue tighter. âWould you like some?â And Dan Heng looked at the half eaten cake you extended to him with an expression youâve ever seen him give March or Stelle. He stared at the cake in his hands with a wholehearted fondness. âYeah.â Was all he could manage to whisper back.
And somewhere in the back, you swore you heard Himeko giggle to herself.Â
The same evening, you would hear three soft knocks on your door in the dead of night. There, in the hallway, with a sweat filled forehead and uneasy complexion, stood Dan Heng, and you would be a fool not to extend a hand to him when he begged for help with his tired eyes.Â
âQuit hiding!â The criminalâs voice rang trough your head like a broken mantra. âYour true form⌠reveal it!â Dan Heng did his best to dodge the maniac attacks, all while you and Yanqing stood in an awkward stalemate in the middle of the platform.
Your blade screeched against Yanqingâs, but it was like fighting fire with fire, simply useless. No matter how lowkey youâve been upon reaching the Xianzhou, he needed one singular look to know exactly who you were, even underneath the mask that covered the lower half of your face.
âYou, little..â You trailed off with effort. Despite his usual sense of justice, that youâve always commanded, his attacks felt awfully biased as he strikes your blade repeatedly with his icy ones. His technique felt as familiar as home did, her teaching seeping in his bones trough and trough, but so did your fatherâs into yours, which youâve had much more time to perfect than the little lapdog did.Â
âMove, you idiot!â And with one harsh push of your blade, the young boy was off his feet, giving you enough time to reach Blade before he could get any damage done on Dan Heng. You yelled with each strike you struggled to par, until his crazy red eyes widened in glee and his sword flew from his hands and right by your chin. The sound of your friendâs cry in agony and the blade tearing trough skin and bone made you pause, and horror struck you as you refused to turn around and to even acknowledge what had happened. âYou!â Was all you could let out, sword still pointed straight to Bladeâs neck.
âI have news for you.â He laughed, and you took a step back. You would lie if you said your insides didnât churn with fear, even as he was left completely disarmed before you.
âBehind you⌠Is none other,â The sound of water engulfed your ears as your head snapped back. âThan the traitor of the Xianzhou. A criminal, forever banished!â Your eyes widened as the barrier around Dan Heng rippled, leaving a water-made dragon to escape with rage all over its face. It roared and turned in the air, coiling until it fell right back to where it came from, and when light and wind filled the platform, you couldnât help but shield your form with your arms.Â
âThe High Elder of the Vidyadhara⌠Imbibitor Lunae.âÂ
The hold on your sword weakened. You shuddered as the man you grew so attached to revealed himself before you in a form youâve recognised from your fatherâs tales. Long silky hair and cold green eyes, horns and tail and lotus flowers and everything that made the Vidyadhara so revered. You could hardly believe your eyes. With a weak step forward, you pulled at the mask to reveal your strained expression, sword falling to your side numbly.Â
âYou really believed that the Stellaron Hunters were the only ones to infiltrate the Xianzhou?âÂ
Cold air begun pulling at your hair, and you shook off your stupor when Yanqing begun summoning his ice swords. Your body acted before your mind did at the new threat and your sword was back up within seconds, posture ready for a clash.Â
âA wanted criminal, a banished person and a deserter. In this case, I will bring all three of you to justice!âÂ
The fight ended before it could even begin properly. Yanqing was strong, but Jingliuâs teaching could only get him so far against the three of you. Blade begun striking without mercy, taunting you and Dan Heng for holding back. âWhatâs wrong, your grace? Scared to harm the boy?â The criminal laughed as you sent only one out of the spirit swords you summoned towards Yanqing. Flashes of electricity begun shining trough your hair with anger, but you couldnât bring yourself to do more. Not even when Dan Heng delivered the final strike with a silent apology.Â
Yanqingâs knees begun to buckle just as Kafka yelled âAll of you, listen to me - stop!âÂ
You couldnât help but stumble back, swords falling out of existence as Dan Hengâs feet stepped back on the floor and Bladeâs weapon vanished before your eyes. âWell, Bladie? Are you satisfied?â She mused and he only hummed in response.Â
ââŚWhat did you do?â Dan Heng called after a moment of silence. âJust clearing the stage for the grand entrance. Canât have the four of you misbehaving in front of the Luofuâs hotshot general.â Your shoulders stiffened as a familiar laughter filled the platform. All heads turned towards the sight, yet you stayed rooted on your feet, back turned and head shaking in denial. âNo, not like this.â You whispered.Â
âJing Yuan,â Blade huffed. âGeneral!â Yanqing followed.Â
The man stared at the sighed before him with a knowing smile just as you got the courage to turn and face him. If he felt anything upon the sight of you, he did not show it. âMany years have passed since the three of you have departed the Xianzhou, and yet the circumstances of your return appear to be equally unhappy. If you still thought of me as a friend,â His eyes went straight to yours, unspoken words weighting you down as you found it harder and harder to breathe. âAs familyâ was what he wished to say, yet he held back. âYou shouldâve forewarned me.âÂ
âMy task is complete.â Was all the blade said. âMhm. That it is.â Your father laughed in return. âThank you for assisting the Xianzhou in this small matter. Take this person away, I will pretend I didnât see anything this time.â He stated harshly despite Yanqingâs protest. Jing Yuan then stared at Dan Heng as the two Stellaron Hunters made their way to the boat at the edge of the platform. âIt has been a long time, old friend.â But your friend answered harshly. âIâm not him.âÂ
âMh. Iâm sorry. You cannot leave yet, however. Your astral express friends are still waiting for you in Scalegorge Waterscape. Shall we go and see them together? And youâŚâ The moment you have been trying to prepare yourself for most had arrived, and your fatherâs smile died on his lips as his eyes analysed your face.Â
âI missed you terribly, my sweet flower.â Dan Heng stiffened next to you, but his hand fingertips grazed yours in protectiveness, to which you could only respond by accepting his palm into yours. The familiar nickname brought tears into your eyes, and despite the coldness of his face, your fatherâs voice felt like a familiar little tune you new by heart. Like a warm hug when you needed it most. How you wished you couldâve just forgotten it all and jumped into his chest, just like how you did when you were nothing but a sprout on two legs.Â
âThat being said, we will continue this conversation later. Iâm afraid your friends might be in trouble, you see.â
You didnât know how time had passed so fast, more like a blur than anything, truthfully. Your eyes were opened wide on the platform between the Xianzhou and Scalegorge Waterscape, blade in hand and senses aware as you parred each of the attacks your way. Then you blinked, and when you reopened them, a familiar sight greeted you.Â
Three cups of steaming green tea on a low rise table, a board of xiangqi and pieces of go scattered all over the table. A sacred silence engulfed the room, besides the occasional sound of the chess pieces falling into place, and none of you could bring yourselves to shatter it just yet.Â
Dan Heng watched you play with patience while occasionally bringing the cup to his lips, now back into the form you grew so familiar with. You hated to admit it, but his presence comforted you. It gave you the strength to hold yourself together in a situation in which you would have certainly shattered if alone, and your fatherâs keen eye did not glass over that fact.Â
You sighed peacefully when your chariot was finally occupied in the middle of the palace, on your fatherâs side, in a perfect centroid checkmate. The man before you leaned back and sighed, a puzzled expression on his face. âYou just had to go and get better than me at this game, did you not?â But you didnât answer. You still didnât know what to say, really. Were you feeling guilty for deserting your spot as a cloud knight? For leaving your father behind? Or for bailing on your responsibilities as his daughter? Well, no not quite, so apologising for it feltâŚstrained and forced. But one thing felt real as your eyes met his and Dan Hengâs hand reached for yours across the table. You missed him terribly just as much.Â
âEvery single day that passes shapes you more and more like her.â He added. âI wish you couldâve been by my side for them all.âÂ
âJing YuanâŚâ You whispered back, but he didnât let you finish. âIf your mother was here with us today, I assure you, my sweet flower, that things would have been so different.â For a moment, you could hear nothing but your heart beating against your chest.
âYou are just like her. And I truly mean it. Your face, your personality, darn it all even the way you speak. And, as your father, I wish I couldâve offered you a better life.âÂ
âYou did all you could.â Funny how even now, you were the one to reach with a warm heart, how you were the one to comfort and forgive, even when his heart couldnât yield.Â
âNot quite. I was foolish and believed that a firm hand would prepare you for the cruelty of the world. I failed to see, no. I failed to change when I saw that it was harming you more than anything.â You let out a sigh youâve held in for a very long time and closed your eyes, a last attempt at holding in the tears you wished so disparately to shed.Â
âI love you, father. Nothing will ever change that. However,â Despite how your hand shook in Dan Hengâs, your voice stood firm, and as you opened your eyes, both men shivered at their determination. âAn apology, no matter how needed, will never make up for what has been. If this is your way of asking me to stay, I fear Iâve made my choice.âÂ
But his ever knowing smile was back on his lips, and his laughter caught you off guard. Your fingers tightened on Dan Hengâs fingertips, who had stayed quiet as you and your father voiced what both of you ever feared to before.Â
âYou see, that was not my intention. That being said, if you ever did wish to return, there will always be room for you into my arms, my darling flower.â And you only nodded back, lips slightly parted in surprise.Â
âWe should head out.â Dan Heng whispered to you after the tea had been finished and the conversation ended. He tapped the skin of your palm with gentle fingers, a quiet way of asking for your attention. His eyes were stricken with tiredness, and you doubted that yours were any better, excusing the puffiness brought by your tears.Â
âAh yes, I forgot!â The general mused. âThere is no need to return to that hotel for the night. I asked for your room to be prepared, for you and your lover here. So you could rest comfortably before leaving.â The moment could be best described by a broken record being pulled abruptly from its recorder and screeching in your head. You eyed Dan Heng who refused to meet your gaze and whoâs ears became scarlet red once more. âFather!â You protested. âHe- Heâs not-â
âSave it, [Y/n]. At least invite me if you do ever get married.âÂ
âDad!â Shame engulfed you as you pushed Dan Heng out of the room all while the sound of Jing Yuanâs laughter taunted you from behind the doors of the seat of Devine Foresight. You couldnât help but whisper muffled apologies into your hand that tried to shield your burning face from anyone that would watch, which in truth was as effective as searching for a needle in a haystack.Â
What you didnât expect was for Dan Hengâs hand to find yours and move it away, revealing cherry red cheeks that matched his own. He cleared his voice before leaning in just enough for his breath to fan over your ear as your back met the closed doors behind you. âI would not mind if I was.â He whispered before his velvet soft lips rested against the exposed skin of the back of your palm. You were sure your knees wouldâve given in if it wasnât for his arm that hooked around your waist, bringing you so close to him you shuddered.Â
âI really would not mind it.âÂ
Later that evening, as his teeth grazed your exposed skin before kissing it with sweet words of praise, as your hands intertwined and your bodies became one under the silk sheets of your bed, you could tell that your heart began singing a familiar tune. With each kiss from Dan Hengâs, a new feeling invaded your senses. You were home. Here with him, in this very moment. You were home in his arms.Â
And you wouldnât changed it for anything else.Â
Yes, not even as March yells âI fucking knew it!â the next morning, for the whole of Xianzhou Luofu to hear, upon seeing your neck caked in love marks you had no means of hiding and your hand held tightly by Dan Heng, who only smiled back to everyone as you buried your face into his chest with shame.Â
#honkai star rail#fanfic#fanfiction#dan heng#kafka#imagines#march 7th#trailblazer#star rail x reader#star rail#hsr aventurine#hsr x reader#danheng#imbibitor lunae#dan heng x reader#dan heng hsr#dan heng il#astral express#stelle#genshin impact#genshin x reader#dan heng imbibitor lunae#dan heng imagines#dan heng imagine#dan heng smut#slow burn#hsr kafka#hsr fanart#hsr art
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could you pls write a stewie x virgin!reader either it being her first time with her or first time w strap and bre being really careful but also hot lol (praise and talking through it yk) thank youuuu
tell me somethin' good, baby ⸠⸠⸠b.stewart
ăpairingă breanna stewart x virgin!reader
ăsummaryă request ^^
ăcwă smut. gentle sex, praise, a lot of yap đ, white tank top stewie mentioned, stewie being a sweetheart <3
ănotesă hope i did your vision justice anon !
your senses were flooded with breanna and breanna only. you were sat on her lap, your lips intertwined and had been for the past hour. this is usually as far as it ever got, bre knowing you were still a virgin and didn't want to push you into anything.
you had pulled away for a moment, not only to catch your breath but also look at your girlfriend for a moment. you needed this, and you needed it now. you weren't sure how much longer you could ignore the need in your brain and the throbbing between your legs.
"bre, 'm ready" you mumbled, resting your forehead against hers. her hands balled your shirt a little, a nervous look coming across her face at the same time.
"areâare you sure? idontwannaforceyouintoanythingorlikepressureyou" she rambled, almost so quick and stuttery you missed what she said. a small chuckle erupted from your throat.
"shh, yes baby. 'm sure, now make love to me. please." you giggled, a soft blush coming onto your face.
she nodded, and with that flipped you two around effortlessly. you stared up at her in awe, soft wet curls draped her shoulders, her nipples poked through the white fabric of her tank top, and the look of love that filled her eyes. "tell me if its too much, 'kay?" she mumbled against your lips.
you nodded and brought her in closely, returning back to your previous activities. her lips worked against yours like they had countless times before, but this time with a new sense of fervor, like you were her last meal. your hands tangled into those damp curls, enjoying how she reacted when you tugged slightly.
her hand ran down your body, blunt nails taking their time to run down the fabric of your shirt and eventually the waistband of your shorts. she played with the elastic slightly, her fingers slipping under and running across the skin before coming back out. "can i?" she asked, pulling away to look at you once more.
"please breanna," you whimpered. with a nod, she slipped off your panties and shorts in one fluid motion. her eyes darting down, admiring your lower half. she had seen you naked plenty of times, but never in this context.
"you're so beautiful." she grinned, diving right back in to kiss you once more before you even had a chance to respond.
her fingers slipped down once more. instead of reaching a sleek pair of panties, she reached your slick folds this time around. she swallowed a soft moan from you the second she ran a finger through your soaked cunt. "so wet f'me." she grinned, moving down slightly to kiss across your neck.
your arms rested around her neck, keeping her close to you. your legs fell open at the feeling of her thumb run across your clit and a finger tease your entrance. "ill stop whenever, just say the word." she murmured against your neck before gently slipping in one finger, her thumb still circling your clit oh so gently.
it was like something you've never felt before, a sharp gasp fell from your lips and your hips instinctively pushed up into her. "you're taking me so good, baby." she was looking at you now, her blue eyes staring at you so lovingly. the praise spurred you on even further, pushing you to places you didn't even think were possible. now that you knew this feeling, you might never want her to stop.
her thumb applied the tiniest bit more pressure to your clit and you could've sworn you were seeing stars. your whimpers escalated into moans. above you, breannas pants got quicker as well, she was enjoying this just as much as you were.
"so, so, good for me." she mumbled over and over again, along with simple i love yous and your name.
a second finger stretched you open, "fuck! bre!" you moaned, your head pushing back into the plush pillows that had you propped up. a series of pleas fell from your lips, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge.
"cum for me, pretty girl." she whispered into your ear, biting at the lobe.
thats all it took, with a string of expletives' tumbling out of your mouth with no control, you came. and it felt fucking great.
you never wanted this feeling to end, you wanted to live like this forever. breannas lips attached to yours with her fingers knuckle deep inside you.
after what felt like minutes, bre gently pulled out of you. she brought her own fingers up to her lips and licked off the layer of slick that coated them, moaning at the taste.
she straddled your lap gently, cupping your face between her hands. "thank you for this." you mumbled, bringing your own hand up to hers to run your fingers over her knuckles.
"im so happy you trusted me." she smiled, leaning in for another kiss.
#breanna stewart x y/n#breanna stewart x you#breanna stewart#breanna stewart x reader#new york liberty#ny liberty#uconn wbb x reader#uconn#uconn wbb#wnba x you#wnba smut#wnba#wnba x reader#wbb x you#wbb#wbb x reader
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Sanemi, Shinobu and Obanai x Giyuu little sister reader. Reader 20 and 1 year younger than Giyuu and is the Polar opposite of Jim like she very playful and curious but also very loving to him and he spoils her. She a civilian who owns a tea shop. May I have headcanons with her and those three and Giyuu reaction to each please?
demon slayer hcs: sanemi & shinobu x giyuu's little sister!reader
characters: sanemi, shinobu, giyuu
warnings: mentions of birth control in shinobu's (idek if that needs a warning lol)
AN: pumped this out at 3am lol, ill be doing obanai in another part!
SANEMI
your relationship was such a slow burn lol
when he finds out ur giyuu's sister its an immediate disliking on Sanemi's part
but are we rly surprised?
dude HATES giyuu
you spend a lot of time with the hashira
and you've become good friends with them so you're always around when the hashira are all together
they all adore u
you're sweet, funny, outgoing, confident
basically everything that giyuu isn't lollll
you brought snacks from ur teashop to one of the lil hashira hangouts
and you couldn't help but notice sanemi absolutely stuffing his face full of the ohagi that you brought
but who can blame him?
he might not like you but he never said you were a bad cook
and ohagi is his favorite
a couple days after the lil hangout
sanemi gets back to his estate after a mission and finds a cute lil basket adorned with a bow sitting on his doorstep
he picks it up and looks inside and its full of ohagi
after he goes inside and devours the whole basket
he finds a note at the bottom saying "enjoy <3" signed with your name
thats it right there.
the way to this mans heart is thru his stomach fr
now
when yall are dating dating
you keep it quiet
none of the other hashira know
and giyuu CERTAINLY doesn't know
until one day you're working at your tea shop and sanemi walks in to pick up the lunch that you made him
now me personally... id turn into a professional cook for this man
5 COURSE MEAL FOR EVERY MEAL
anyways
its not a busy day at the shop so he walks into the kitchen to find you cooking
and this man is HANDSY
so ofc he grabs you by your waist and pulls u into him
and starts feeling you up good lord please i want this so bad
you hear the faint 'ding!' of the bell above the front door
but pay it no mind assuming its a customer
and then the kitchen door opens
and everyone freezes
cause standing in the doorway is your older brother
thats the most expressive face sanemi has ever seen on giyuu
dudes eyes are wide as saucers
mouth wide open
shook af
like "dawg don't you hate me and everyone that associates with me?"
like "you have basically cursed my entire bloodline"
"you told me to off myself because im me"
and sanemi is just "i hate you not you're sister"
and goes back to feeling u up totally ignoring giyuu's presence
giyuu basically just moonwalks back out the door
and pretends he never saw any of that
lol i love them XD
SHINOBU
now shinobu liked you from the second she met you
she went to giyuu's estate to get him for a mission
and walks in to find you teasing and mocking tf outta ur older brother lmao
ofc she joins in
throwing in some teasing remarks of her own
poor giyuu lol
she is a frequent visitor to your tea shop
cause instead of making medicinal teas herself, now she can just get you to do it
plus she gets to see her favorite girlllll
now
the way giyuu finds out is too funny
you are in the infirmary at the butterfly mansion
dw ur not injured or sick or anything!!
now...
you're sitting on the bed waiting for shinobu
when giyuu walks in
and he's like "wtf are u doing here"
you're explain your business to ur brother when shinobu walks in looking down at a needle saying
"alright i have your birth control shot! not like you need it... i can't get u pregnant"
she looks up when she hears a 'smack'
and there you are with ur hand slapped to your forehead and a bright red face
giyuu just looks between you and shinobu with a blank face
before he passes clean out
dude hits the floor hard lmao
when he wakes up you give him an explanation
and then u and shinobu tease him for passing out
lol dude can't catch a break
#demon slayer#demon slayer x reader#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#demon slayer headcanons#giyuu tomioka#giyuu#sanemi#sanemi shinazugawa#shinazugawa sanemi#kny sanemi#kimetsu no yaiba sanemi#sanemi x reader#sanemi shinaguzawa#sanemi shinazugawa x reader#shinobu kocho#shinobu x reader#shinobu kocho x reader#kny shinobu#tomioka giyu x reader#giyuu x reader#giyuu tomioka x reader
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Lucky Me
Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem reader
Genre: idiots in love, fluff, established relationship
Warnings: sickening sweet tooth rotting fluff, kissing, tears, brief mention of illness, in this lore Seungchoel is a married man and off the proverbial streets
Length: ~1.4k
Note: Drunk Goggles couple's first L-word! post Discovery by like a few weeks lmao. I'm actually crying in the club bc Mingyu is my ENXJ kindred spirit so i wrote this in the most self serving way possible lol
read more here
âCanât believe youâre not picking up your phone right now. Really selfish of you. What if I was dying in the street and you didnât know because you ignored my call? What then, huh? Your poor boyfriend just wants to talk to you but I guess you hate me now.â
You chuckle at the sound of your Mingyuâs scolding. Always one for dramatics, that one. Toweling off your hair, you move to tidy the discarded packaging from the decorations you spent hanging all afternoon. Mingyuâs voicemail plays through the speaker of your phone on the counter as you work to clean up before people start arriving.
âAnyways! I picked up the cake for the party tonight, and some more snacks and beer just in case. The lady at the bakery said the cake took her all morning because the picture I sent of Jihyo kept making her laugh. Hate to say it but I think you have some competition. I can already see us getting married and being her sugar baby.â
Everytime an old lady even compliments Mingyu he tells you to watch your back because they want to steal him from you. Your eyes roll at his comments but they humor you nonetheless.
âSheâs nowhere near as pretty as you though, so she's gonna need to step up her game. Alright, Iâm gonna stop at my place to shower and grab some clothes and then Iâll head your way. Text me if I need to get anything else on my way, okay? Love you, bye!â
You freeze, plastic bags and towel dropping to the floor with a wet thud.Â
âShit.âÂ
You hear his faint curse through the speaker as the voicemail ends.Â
Heart squeezing as you replay his words over and over, you plop down on your butt to the hard wooden floor. Love you, bye! Love you, love you, loveâŚ
He loves me.
Oh boy.
The new information is magical, twisting your insides in knots as you think of all the times youâve wanted to say those very words youâve buried in your chest over and over. The times he makes you laugh so hard you think you might pee your pants, his own giggles pulling him to the ground; when he cleaned out space in his dresser for your stuff, buying duplicates of your toiletries so you could come over whenever you wanted and feel at home; when your car broke down on the side of the road and he came to pick you up, racing across town in the dark of night to get you; when Wonwoo told you heâd never seen Mingyu so happy since youâd started dating; the time he cried when Seungcheol recited his vows to his now wife; how he always pulls a extra mug out of the cabinet when he makes his morning coffee, leaving it next to the machine with a sweet note for when you get up.
I love him.
Oh boy, indeed.
Standing, you grab your phone from the counter. Mingyu called almost an hour ago meaning he will be at your apartment any second. You use the few minutes you have left to calm your breathing, praying your hands stop shaking and the blush you feel dissipates as you open the freezer and pludge your face into the cold air.
A clunky knock at the door startles you. Sprinting to unlock it, you nearly fly face first into the door knob in your haste.Â
On the other side is your boyfriend, thick waves of stress palpable as they roll off his body. Mingyuâs hands are full with groceries so you snag the cake, planting a quick kiss on his chin in greeting.
âHi,â he mumbles, fear evident on his face.
âHi!â You beam, dazzling smile thrown over your shoulder as you walk back toward the kitchen.
âUgh, did you get my message?âÂ
Mingyu pauses to kick off his shoes by the door, nervousness firing through every fiber of his being. He meant what he said on the phone, but you've only been dating for a few months and he doesnât want to mess anything up by being over eager. Correction: he canât mess this up; heâs certain the heartbreak would kill him.
Mingyu prides himself on all the times heâs reigned in those three little words from slipping past his lips. Whenever heâs drunk and sees you smile, whenever heâs sober and sees you smile; when you cried about your shitty boss; when he cried at Seungcheolâs wedding, imagination running rampent; every morning when he wakes up next to you and every night before falling asleep in the same place; when you took care of him when he had the flu a few weeks ago; the first time he saw the new toothbrush you bought him to keep at your place, sitting in the cup on bathroom sink right next to yours. The list is endless.Â
He canât help that heâs built to love so deeply; his friends, his family, all of the important people in his life have their own space carved in his heart including you. Even before you started dating he cared for you. Your name has been branded in his chest since day one and inferno has only grown as his fondness expands with each moment.
âYeah, I did. Sorry I missed your call, I was in the shower.â
âIt's okay! I just know you like to be kept updated.â
After placing Jihyoâs birthday cake safely in the fridge, you turn to face your boyfriend. He looks like he might actually throw up, hands shaking as he unpacks the bags heâs brought in and eyes refusing to look in your direction. You can tell Mingyu is watching you out of his peripheral, waiting for you to comment on his confession with bated breath.
You stride around the kitchen island to stand next to him, helping sort the different treats he bought in silence. The juxtaposition between you two is almost laughable. Youâre all shy smiles and flushed cheeks, unable to control the wild thump of your heart; while Mingyu looks like he might sprint out the door and into traffic at the drop of a hat.
Once all the bags are discarded, food lining the counter to be prepped, you turn to rest your back against the edge of the cool marble, your soft gaze focuses on his face. Arms crossing in front of you, you watch as he pretends to be busy to avoid meeting your eyes.
âI love you too.â You confess shyly, sides of your mouth quirking upwards.
Mingyuâs head shoots up so fast youâre afraid he might give himself whiplash. All you can do is smile demurely, embarrassed by the way he stares at you with wide eyes and an open mouth.
âReally?â
Biting your lip to control the grin attempting to split your face in half, you nod gently.
Next thing you know youâre consumed in a tight embrace, squashed into his chest as he squeezes you so hard you might explode. The smell of his cologne and laundry detergent waft of his shirt, soothing your own nerves as you relax in his hold. You can hear his heart racing in his chest, thundering below your ear; your own echoing in response.
âSay it again.â Mingyu sighs into your hair.
You canât help but laugh.
âI love you.â
âOh my god.â He gasps.
âSay it back.â you pout, chin digging into his pec as you peer up at him.
For a second, all Mingyu can do is stare at you, face soft with emotion, eyes cataloging your features. In his wildest dreams, he never thought heâd be fortunate enough to feel this way about another person. How lucky is he that the person he loves loves him too?
âI love you. I love you. I love you.â He says, hands moving to cup your face as he emphasizes a different word with each repetition, tip of his nose rubbing against the side of your own.
âBaby, are you crying?â
âI canât help it! I love you! And you love me!â He wails, pushing his face into your cheek. âI think Iâm gonna faint.â
âAww, Gyu!â You coo, turning your head to kiss away his tears as they fall.
Mingyu catches your lips with his, needing to show you how much he cares for you rather than just tell you.Â
But one more time doesnât hurt.
âI love you.â
#svt x reader#kim mingyu x reader#mingyu smut#svthub#kim mingyu#seventeen smut#kim mingyu smut#𫡠highvern#svt#dghe couple#svt smut#svt fluff#mingyu fluff#kim mingyu fluff
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rookie
peter parker x fem!reader
word count: 900+
tw: black eye
a/n: this is short and it was in my drafts forever. and it was shorter than this before i added some stuff last night. posting it now for some validation and i want to feel better for my job interview tomorrow lol. hope its good enough.
âplwase unlokc your window!! OMWâ
âI told him not to text and swing.â You mumbled to yourself.
You huffed, making your way to the window to save him the trouble and just lifted it wide open.
Peter flops in immediately, earning a yelp from you.
âAre you crazy?!â You held your hand to your chest.
âHeeeeelp.â He groans. Peter tugs at his mask, rolling his head back for you to see.
He had a black eye. âMake sure when you fall, you donât land face first into a fire hydrant.â He tries his best to pry his swollen eye open.
âSince when do you fall?â You shake your head. Not expecting an answer, you walk off to the kitchen and open the freezer, grabbing a bag of assorted frozen fruit.
You come back to Peter flipping through channels on your TV, slumped on the bed.
âPut this on your eye.â
Peter gingerly takes the bag, holding it up to his bruise.
âWhy are you getting hurt in the middle of the night?â
âAvengers make mistakes too.â He grumbled.
âPeter. Itâs late.â You sighed.
âI know I know but I needed your help specifically.â He sits up mirroring the posture of someone who would hold a corporate meeting.
âDo my makeup please.â
You stare at Peter expressionless.
âLike with the skin paint thing.â He adds.
âFor your black eye?â
âPLEEEAAASE! I canât have May see me with another black eye. She said if the kids keep picking on me sheâs gonna call the school.â
You roll your eyes, motioning him to follow you to your makeup drawer.
âConcealer.â You handed him the small bottle and heard him repeat after you.
âConcealer.â He nods.
âHow long will this last?â He twists it open.
âStop, youâre gonna dry it out. And not forever. So Iâll let you borrow it to reapply in the morning.â
âHow do I do that?â He starts blinking rapidly the same time your finger pats into his under eye.
âNo blinking! Just do what Iâm doing here. See? You donât even need a sponge sometimes.â
You try to ignore how close you were to him. Seeing Peter from this proximity was something youâd never think to do. You never noticed how many little freckles he had. Theyâre so faint. He had a little stubble from running around all day and chapped lips. Your eyes follow the line of his bottom lip, like a crack in the pavement. You could feel his breathing hit your hand as you pat into his skin. As you look up from his lips, you find him staring at you back.
âDone.â You reeled your hand back, clearing your throat.
Peter looks at himself through your small light up mirror. Seems simple enough.
âSee? Good as new. Just a little swollen.â You comb his curl away from his forehead so he could clearly see the coverage.
âYouâre the best.â He stares at his reflection in awe.
âI know.â You shrugged.
âDonât touch it or itâll come off.â You grab a small pouch to put the concealer in.
âHere. Donât lose it. I splurged for this one.â You hand him the pouch and he nods profusely.
âGuarding it with my life.â He puts it in the small pocket of his backpack.
âThank you.â He smiles.
âNo problem.â You avoided his eyes, hopefully he didnât see the heat rising to your cheeks. âDonât keep May waiting.â
Peter nods, giving an awkward wave. âRight. See ya.â
Peter jumps out onto the fire escape. Quietly this time. Out of sight.
âSee ya.â You said quietly to yourself.
The next morning, you woke up to a series of messages from Peter.
âshe didnt suspect a thing HAHAHAâ 12:32 AM
âthank u again btwâ 12:33 AM
âit hurts to blink.â 12:34 AM
âok goodnight ill let you know how it lasts thru the night.â 12:34 AM
âhi it disappeared a little bit but im gonna add some more i hope thatâs okâ 9:12 AM
You bit your lip, your finger hovering over the facetime button. You click it without thinking too much of it, waiting for him to answer.
Peter comes into frame with a newly pale complexion. His entire face was covered in concealer.
âHi.â He grins at the camera, oblivious to how ghostly he looked. This wouldâve scared you if he didnât answer the call in that ridiculous angle.
âPeterâŚâ You sighed.
âWhat? Did I miss a spot?â
ââŚNo. You canât possibly miss any more spots I donât think.â
Peter frowns at the camera, he thought he did well.
âToo much?â He chuckled, embarrassed.
You roll your eyes.
âThis stuff covers everything. I donât have freckles anymore.â He runs away at his cheek, showing that it wasnât coming off.
âDid May see you yet today?â You sighed.
âNo.. Should I take this off?â
Before you could answer, May quickly knocks on Peterâs door, and doesnât wait to open the door.
âHey, Iâm thinking pizza for lunch-â
Peter turns to look at May and you could see her blurry face peek through behind Peter's shoulder on your screen. She widens her eyes and blinks a couple times.
âWhat⌠What is that?â
âSunscreen.â Peter blurts out.
âY/N and I are going to the beach.â
May knits her brows together, thinking if thatâs really believable or not.
âThereâs no beach near by.â
Peter silently stares at his aunt.
â...Iâm eating this pizza with or without you .â May shrugs. âHave fun at the⌠beach.â She gives Peter a look and then closes the door.
Peter turns his attention back to his phone.
âThe beach?â You squeaked out, attempting to stifle your laugh.
âI would hang up if I didnât need help taking this off.â Peter says flatly.
You let out a groan. âJust get over here.â
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one of the most appealing and compelling attributes (to me at least) of the d//ca is the way they're 1.) horrifically underqualified and ill-suited for the job they have to do, 2.) they're forced to do it anyway Or Else, and 3.) the job involves being the sole caretaker for impressionable and fragile toddlers and children
it's so funny in such a tragic way. it's essentially the "human"ized culmination of faz ent's business practices and moral standards. it's extremely ineffective and extremely dangerous but it's cheap and it technically works so here it stays... and that's so fucking interesting to me!!!
so it kind of boggles my mind that the popular opinion is that they're actually good with kids?
idk i just think that if you're going to engage with the d//ca as a character (you know, the character from the "criminal negligence that leads to children being killed" franchise) you need to accept that they've canonically hurt a lot of people and that they're also perpetuating the deadly cycle that enables them to do that. simply because they exist. because they are a robot owned by a company that values profit above lives.
they hurt children not because they actually want to! but because they were put into a position of power over those children, and it's a position that they're not, and probably never will be, capable of doing properly. they hurt children because they are literally in cahoots with a serial killer (who is also part of that deadly cycle, and who is just as reluctant to do this, and who was also forced into a position of power by forces beyond their control) who targets these children because they are the easiest group to target.
and if you're deliberately making the choice to ignore this then you're simply not engaging with the actual character anymore lol (not like that's stopped anyone though)
#my post#hater moment#all of this isnt to say that they're a Bad Character and you Shouldnt Like Them bc its like. i am literally saying the opposite#this is why i love them. this is why i love v/nny too !! they're awful people who are complicit in both their own suffering and the#suffering of others because they see no other option!!!#they're both made to obey! the d//ca was literally made for it and v/nessa was conditioned to do it through a lifetime of trauma#they're both such good characters and yet no one fucking talks abt this !!!!!
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