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javiscigarette · 1 year

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Fixed on Your Hand of Gold

Joel Miller x f!Reader (pre/no outbreak)

Summary: Joel breaks his promise. Actually, no plot just filth.

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW 18+ no use of y/n, established relationship, dom!Joel Sub!reader, subspace, thigh riding, masturbation, pretty rough (very consensual) unprotected sex that's still somehow very sweet, choking, multiple orgasms, in the same vein as Push and Pull, you get the vibe

Word Count: 6.5k jeez

Today was Joel’s day off.

He’d been busy with work lately, caught up on a project with a particularly picky client. Which is why he promised to dedicate his day off entirely to you.

So, when you wake up and see Joel’s side of the bed empty and hear him talking downstairs instead, you’re not particularly pleased.

You throw yourself out of bed clad in only one of Joel’s t-shirts and panties and creep downstairs. You find him sitting on the couch and talking on his phone in nothing but his boxers with a blanket wrapped around his shoulder to keep himself warm. The way he looks so cute and soft tugs on your heart.

From the words he’s saying, you quickly recognize that he’s talking with the same client, trying to solve yet another problem they’re run into. He hears the sound of your footsteps and looks up, giving you a sheepish, apologetic smile before putting his hand over the receiver and mouthing the words I’m sorry while other person talks.

Although disappointed that he’s still busy with work, you’re just glad that he’s actually at home.

You give him a soft, understanding smile in return before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you.

After you finish cooking and re-filling Joel’s coffee mug twice, he’s still talking on the phone. You walk into the living room when you’ve finished cooking, whispering that it’s ready to eat. Joel just points to his phone, shrugs guiltily and continues talking. Steadily growing more frustrated, you roll your eyes and head back to the kitchen to eat breakfast by yourself. The day was definitely not starting the way you hoped.

You finish eating and clean the dishes and Joel still talking on the phone. What could they even possibly be talking about you think to yourself as you plop down in the recliner across the room. It feels like they’ve had time to talk about every topic on god’s green earth and then some.

You try to patiently wait for him, curling up in the chair and reading your book.

But your frustration is starting to build up, upset that this whiny man is keeping Joel’s attention away from you.

After another 20 minutes pass with no change, you’ve had enough.

Logically, you know that you probably shouldn’t distract Joel right now with how stressed out he is about this project. Joel has even bought you a plethora of toys, that you could go get yourself off with, but nothing else feels nearly as near as good as what he can give you with his body. And you can’t help yourself. You’re needy and you want to have a little fun.

You sit up straight in the chair, facing him directly. The sound of you slamming your book shut is loud enough that Joel turns to look at you, his expression a mix of concern and guilt as he gives you another apologetic smile. You know he knows that you’re annoyed, and you know that he is too. Still, you don’t smile back.

Instead, with your eyes fixed on his, you slide a hand up over your shirt to your breasts and delicately trace your fingers over your nipples. Joel’s eyes widen and the muscle in his jaw twitches as he watches you. He immediately knows what he’s in for.

Eyes still glued to his, you continue to tease yourself until your nipples are stiff and poking against the thin fabric of Joel’s t-shirt that you’re wearing. But you don’t stop there. No, you’ve waited too long, and you’re fed up.

Joel’s Adam’s apple visibly bobs in his throat as he watches you slide your hands under your shirt. His jaw drops just slightly as you pull your shirt up far enough so that he has a good view before you start to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples between your thumb and forefinger.

The sensation makes your eyelids flutter as you tilt your head back. You’re no stranger to your body; you know exactly how to make yourself feel good. And the fact the way Joel is watching you, practically drooling from his spot on the couch, is magnifying the pleasure of every little touch.

The hunger is clear in Joel’s eyes now, but his tone is still steady as he talks on the phone. Wanting more of a reaction from him, you decide to take a step further.

You start sliding one hand down your torso, stopping when you reach the band of your panties all while other hand continues to play with your nipples. Joel shakes his head slowly, his face stern as he gives you a silent warning. You obviously ignore it, hand sliding into your panties.

Joel watches like a hawk as you tease yourself. You lightly trace your fingers up and down your slit, surprised but thrilled that you’re already much wetter than you thought you were. You flash him a devious grin then slip two fingers into your wet heat. The eye contact finally breaks when your head falls backward against the chair, soft moans tumbling past your lips as you slowly pump your fingers in and out of your leaking hole.

After a few seconds you pick your head up, eyes back on Joel. His face is tight now, his lips pressed together in a straight line, his jaw clenched, veins bulging against the thin skin of his neck. Seeing how much you’re working him up without even touching him just makes you wetter, your slick starting to drip down your fingers and onto your palm.

You flit your eyes down to find the outline of his rock-hard cock pressing against the seam of his boxers. It makes your mouth water. You decide to work even harder.

You your fingers inside of you, just enough to brush against your g-spot. It doesn’t feel nearly as good as it would if it were Joel’s fingers, but it still makes you gasp as your thighs start to shake just a little. Your eyes threaten to shut as you continue to fuck yourself on your fingers, pressing over and over again against the spot that sends shivers up your spine each time.

Joel is about to combust. He's gotten a lot quieter now, responding to the other person on the phone with short “mhmms” and grunts on agreement as he watches you do the job he’s supposed to be doing.

The way he’s staring at you, not even blinking as you get yourself off has your whole body flushed, every inch your skin burning with desire. It doesn’t take much longer before your teetering on the edge, white hot heat pooling your lower abdomen.

But you don’t want to cum yet. Not like this.

So, you remove your fingers, biting your lip to suppress a whine at the loss. You pull your hand out of your panties, fingers shiny and dripping wet, and hold them up for Joel to see. Joel’s eyes roll into the back of his head and close for a few seconds as if just the sight of your arousal coating your fingers was too much to even look at.

They snap open again when he hears you moving. His heart starts to pound in his chest as he watches you stand up and swallows thickly when you start to slip out of your panties leaving your cunt on full display for him. Oh he’s a goner.

You saunter over towards him, swaying your hips for dramatic effect until you’re standing right in front of him. He’s staring straight into your soul as he reflexively spreads his legs, giving you enough room to stand between them. He keeps talking on the phone, but his mind is somewhere else entirely, completely focused on you. With a smirk, you climb into his lap, slowly lower yourself until you’re straddling his thigh, your wet core burning hot on his bare skin.

Joel lets out a strangled huff of air and wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tightly in place while his other hand keeps the phone pressed to his ear. You watch him with a sweet smile and wait for him to finish his sentence before bringing the two fingers that were just inside you to his lips.

He doesn’t hesitate for one second, automatically sucking your two fingers between his lips. He looks straight at you, gaze unwavering and works as quietly as possible, his tongue greedily swirls around your digits, sucking them clean of your slick. The sight alone sends shockwaves straight through your core causing you to grind down on his thigh, desperately chasing after any sort of friction.

He abruptly moves his mouth off your fingers to answer the question that his client just asked. He’s still speaking clearly enough, but you can hear the arousal starting to creep up in his throat. You’ve almost broken him; you just need one final push.

You place both hands on chest and use the leverage to grind your hips. The pressure on your clit is delicious as you slowly drag your pussy back and forth on his thigh, his skin already wet and shiny just from you. You let out a shaky breath, your mouth falling open in a silent moan as you gradually pick up your pace.

Joel is barely breathing, his arm tightening around your waist, trying to stop you from grinding back and forth on his leg. But it’s no use and he’s not strong enough to resist you.

He starts to slightly bounce his knee up and down while flexing and unflexing the muscle in his thigh. The movement cause you to gasp and he nearly moans right into the phone when he feels a fresh wave of slick leak out of you and onto his thigh.

And that’s it.

“I’m sorry, I’ll have to call you back” is all Joel gets out before he’s hanging up the phone and tossing it to the side.

“Fucking finally” you say, your voice getting caught on a moan as Joel moves one hand to grip your hip and the other to wrap around your throat. His fingertips dig into the soft skin of your hip but the hand around your neck stays loose, serving more as a reminder that he could if he wanted to.

“You naughty girl” Joel huffs between clenched teeth “Teasing me while I’m talkin’ on the phone?” You moan at his words. Seeing his dominance shine through causes your craving for him to fuck you senseless to skyrocket.

You manage to respond between gasp and moans as you grind harder against his thigh “You promised, Joel”

“Aww” Joel coos, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around your throat. “My poor baby just needs me, huh? Your greedy little cunt just can’t wait to filled, is that it?”

“Yes, sir, please.”

He can the vibrations of your voice under his palm and his chest fills with satisfaction while his cock twitches in his boxers hearing you call him sir without him having to prompt you. It’s one of his favorite things in the world, seeing how easily you submit to him, so eager for even just a speck of his attention.

In almost any other scenario he would punish you with endless teasing until you’re a blabbering mess, begging for him to let you cum. Then he’d fuck you stupid until he’s had his fill, reminding you of what happens when you act like a brat.

But right now, he wants it just as bad. He’s been busy with work, stressed to the max with this client and he needs a good break. Even though you should probably be punished for your behavior, right now, all he wants to do is please you. Joel wants nothing more than to watch you fall apart as he gives you everything you need and then put you back together when he’s done.

His hand on your hip pushes and pulls, forcing you to quicken your pace while his other hand remains securely around your neck.

“Don’t worry angel, I’ll fill you up real good but I want you to cum just from grinding that sweet little pussy on my thigh. Can you do that for me?”

You nod enthusiastically and immediately double down on your efforts, grinding harder and faster on Joel’s thigh. You’re already so close from fingering yourself earlier and now that you have his undivided attention, the anticipation of what comes next is making your head spin.

Joel watches you carefully, feeling your pretty sounds under his hand. He situates his thumb right under your jaw on one side of your neck, his fingers in the same place on the other side. He applies slight pressure, carefully gauging your reaction as he does so.

He is well aware that he’s in control and that you’d do just about anything he asked you to do. But he also knows that being in control means that it’s his responsibility to monitor you and check in with you on a regular basis, making sure that you’re with him every step of the way. He knows you trust him with your life, and he doesn’t take that lightly.

So only when you look at him with warm, glossy eyes and give him a little nod of permission does he squeeze his fingers just a bit more, restricting the blood flow to your brain while still letting you breathe.

He watches in awe, feeling your breath hitch as your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks while your cunt pulses against his thigh. Just the amount of trust you have in him to choke you like, letting him play with you like this makes him absolutely feral.

He lets your ride for a few more seconds before he takes his hand off of your throat. The blood rushes back to your head and you let out a shaky moan while he marvels at the light red marks on your skin in the shape of his fingers.

He shifts his gaze to your neck, seeing the sweat start to shine on your skin. He can’t help but lean up and attach his lips to your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin, not giving a single fuck if he leaves a mark. The taste of your skin on his tongue, the salt of your light sweat combined with the scent of your shampoo and your perfume mixed with the smell of his own faded cologne on his shirt that your wearing has him feeling dizzy and warm.

Your mouth is right next to his ear allowing him to pick up on the subtle change in your moans and whines and oh does he knows what that means.

“Show me how much you need me, angel. Make a mess on my thigh, I know you want to” Joel urges, sounding almost as desperate for your release as you are.

Both of your hips are in his grip now. He tightens his hold, forcing you to grind down even harder. That’s all it takes to push you over the edge. With a loud cry, your entire body trembles as your orgasm crashes down on you. You collapse on top of him, falling forward onto his chest, you face buried in his neck. You squirm in his lap as your vision fades to black, ears ringing as pleasure pulses through you, white hot heat washing over your entire body.

Joel groans as wraps his arms around you your waist, pulling you into him and holding you close as you ride out your high. Goosebumps prickles his skin, and he shivers each time you moan, your warm breath tickling his neck. He curses under his breath with he feels your pussy clench around nothing against his leg, begging to be filled. It’s something he’ll never ever get tired of seeing, a persistent craving so deep in his bones that he’d do just about anything to see you cum.

There’s no time for you to come down from your high before Joel is moving, maneuvering you until you’re lying on your stomach with your face squished against the leather couch cushion. Behind you, Joel practically rips his boxers off and settles into position between your legs before lifting your hips up and sliding a pillow underneath you.

He uses his fingers first, his hand gliding over your slick lips for a few seconds before he’s stuffing you full with three fingers. You let out a broken moan and squeeze your eyes shut, the sudden sensation combined with the aftershocks of the orgasm you just had making stars dance behind your eyelids.

“Oh, angel.” Joel purrs when he feels your walls clench tightly around him “Your little pussy is so tight for me, baby. You need me to stretch you out with my cock, don’t you?”

You mewl into the cushion at his words and push your hips back against his hand.

“Yes, sir, please fuck me, need your cock so bad, sir, please”

And who is Joel to deny such pretty begging?

He pumps his fingers in and out of you a few more times before he removes them from your aching cunt and brings them up to your face, pulling the same little stunt that you pulled on him a few minutes ago.

“Taste how sweet you are, angel. Sweeter than fuckin’ sugar”

Without a second thought, you take his fingers into your mouth, avidly licking and sucking them clean letting your head going fuzzy as you taste yourself. Joel can’t restrain himself.

He gently pushes down on your tongue, and slowly shoves his fingers deeper into your mouth. He has to bite back the whimper that bubbles up in his throat when he feels you gag around his fingers, coating them in even more of your spit.

He pulls his fingers out a second later, not wanting to push too far. Still, you whine at the loss of having your mouth full. You look over your shoulder at him, just in time to see him quickly slide the same fingers into his own mouth, tasting you again and getting his hand even wetter before he wraps it around his reddened cock.

You watch him pump himself in his fist a few times, completely mesmerized by the drops of precum that spill from his swollen head and down over his knuckles.

Eventually Joel looks up to catch your glance, chuckling at how awestruck you look. “D’you want it rough or slow?” he rasps, an uncontrollable moan cracking his voice when his fingers slide over his leaking slit.

“I want it however you want it, sir” you whimper, eyes still hypnotized by the hand wrapped around his cock.

Joel’s chest swells with pride as you hand him the reins, allowing him to have his way with you. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he counts every single one of his lucky stars each day that he wakes up with you at his side.

Wordlessly, he stills his hand keeping it wrapped around his base as he lines himself up at your entrance. He wants to take it slow, at least for now. Wants to feel every inch of your wet heat pulse around him. So, he pushes in slow, grabbing onto your hips and holding you in place so that you can’t push back to speed things up like he knows you would.

The room fills with the sound of both of your moans as he keeps pushing in, your soaked hole clenching around him and practically swallowing him up. The way that he slowly fills you up, gradually stuffing you absolutely full of his thick cock forces your mind to go blank as nonstop moans and whimpers fall out of your mouth.

He keeps pushing in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way your walls tighten around him.

“You feel so good, angel. Takin’ me so well, can fe- fuck, can feel you squeezing every inch of me” Joel pants, his chest heaving.

There are no words in your head for you to respond with. All you can do is whine and just lie there and gratefully take whatever he gives you. Your walls ache as he stretches you out, making room for himself in your tight cunt. You gasp when his tip starts to nudge against cervix and causing your legs to jolt reflexively.

“M’almost all the way in” Joel pants from behind you. That earns a big whimper from you because you can already feel him in your throat so how the fuck is not already all the way in? Your fingers search for purpose on the couch, your nails digging into the cushion no doubt leaving crescent shaped marks that Joel will tease you about later.

With a final push, he’s all the way inside of you, your ass fully seated against his hips.

“Sir!” you cry out with his final push, breathless from how deep he is, from how full you are. He stays still, your walls pulsating around him as he just lets you feel how big he is inside of you. It’s everything you needed, everything your body had been craving. Only with Joel stuffed inside you do you finally feel complete.

He drapes his body over yours, his chest pressing against your back, relishing in the noises you make as the change in the angle pushes him impossibly deeper inside of you. His face is now inches from yours his breath ghosting over your cheek and jaw.

“Tell me, angel. Do you want it slow?” With his words, Joel starts to slowly pull out of you until just his tip is inside. “Or do you want it rough” He emphasizes his words by slamming his whole length back inside of you in one thrust and groans at the strangled noise you let out.

Of course, he knows what you want. He knows you love it both ways but he’s been fucking you for far too long to not notice how often you get yourself in trouble just so he can be rough with you. He’s well aware of the way you scream and shake as he wrecks you, and he’s absolutely obsessed with the fact that he can push you into a different headspace entirely, watching you slip under while he gives you everything he has.

You take a shaky breath, gulping air into your lungs as the sensation of him slamming into you ripples throughout your whole body. You pathetically try to push your hips back into his, knowing that he knows the answer and hoping he won’t make you say it. But you know that’s not how this works.

“Use your words, angel. Need to hear you say it.” Joel whispers before pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your jaw and neck. He wasn’t making things any easier, but you knew he wouldn’t move until you answered him.

“Rough, sir. Need it rough, please take me sir, please” you beg, your voice nothing more than a high-pitched whine as he grinds his hips against yours, trying to get even deeper inside of you.

“I know, sweetheart. I know you do” Joel says all-knowingly before sliding out of you and slamming back in, making you scream.

He presses a sweet kiss to your temple before straightening up to properly fuck you. He wastes no time settling into a brutal pace, thrusting in and out of you like his life depended on it. And it did, at least in this moment. It felt like his only purpose in life right now was to deliver you to the welcoming arms of mind-numbing pleasure.

And god was he fulfilling his purpose.

It had been less than 12 hours since the last time Joel was inside of you. Still, his sheer size always stretches you out. It makes you giddy and dizzy, the feeling of him forcing your cunt to make room for him. And even though you’ve been here countless times before, there’s still something so divine in the feeling of him pushing into you over and over, stuffing you so full that you can feel it in your throat and almost taste it on your tongue.

Your eyes are now misty as he relentlessly pummels into you, rearranging your guts with every thrust. You whimper when you feel him slide a palm up your spine. His hand hot and like a branding iron, setting fire to your electrified nerve endings as it settles and grips onto your shoulder, forcing you down even further onto his cock.

With just a few thrusts, your moans turn animalistic, drenched in primal need letting him know found the right spot. He keeps the same angle as he drives his hips into yours, trying to pull out as many sweet noises out of you as possible. He knows you’re close again when he feels you clamp down around him, another fresh wave of your slick soaking his entire length.

“Whose cunt is this, sweetheart” Joel grits out between his own low moans. You turn your head to look over your shoulder at him again and it’s like looking directly at the sun. He looks entirely perfect, his muscles flexing under his taut, golden skin, his jaw clenched, his neck tense, a few curls sticking to his forehead with sweat, his face contorted in pleasure, his hazy eyes watching your every move.

“Be a good girl and remind me who you belong to” Joel growls. He’s well aware that he’s completely erased your mind at this point, but you look so godamn pretty all fucked out trying to compose yourself for one second, trying to be good and give him an answer.

“Look at you, angel. Absolutely stupid from my cock. Poor thing can’t even tell me who you belong to, huh? Am I fuckin’ you that good?”He knows how his words get to you, how his teasing and filth fuels your fire, pushing you closer to where he wants you to be, where he knows you need to be.

You want to be good for him, show him how well you can behave, but the way his fingers are still on your clit as his pace shows no signs of slowing is making things really difficult.

“Y-yours, sir” You manage to whine out between gasps and long, loud moans.

But Joel doesn’t let up just yet.

“Say it again.” He commands simply. He then removes his fingers from your sensitive clit, showing you mercy and allowing you to catch a breath. He listens, positively delighted, to your loud gasps as you gulp down mouthfuls of air. But when you still don’t answer after a few seconds, he starts to slow down. Just at the slightest decrease in his pace, your eyes fly open with a desperate whine. Even as you come down from your orgasm, your swollen, sensitive pussy is still greedy, and you need him to keep filling you up.

“Say it again” Joel repeats when he hears you whine “Say it and I’ll fill this pussy up so good, I’ll be drippin’ out of you for days”

The promise of his cum deep inside you is enough to get you going.

“It’s yours, sir, you own me, every part of me I-” you cut yourself off with a moan when Joel restores his original pace, immediately finding your g-spot once again.

“Keep going, angel. Finish what you were sayin’, I wanna hear that pretty voice talkin’ to me”

You curse under your breath and try to blink away the haze that’s seeping in your head, trying to convince your brain to put the words in your mouth.

“I belong to you, sir. I’m all yours”

Joel lets out his own choked out moan behind you, his cock lurching inside of you as he listens to you dedicate yourself entirely to him. He’s so unbelievably turned on right now that his voice trembles when he speaks again. “S’right, babydoll. Your all mine, and I’m all yours”

Finally, Joel starts to see what he’s looking for.

It always starts with your eyes, hazy and wet as they roll back into your head with each thrust. Then it’s the way your mouth falls open and he can hear it in the delicate sounds you make. He feels it in the way that start to tremble underneath him as liquid pleasure flows through your veins. He knows it’s coming.

He slows down for a moment, his hips almost coming to a complete stop to talk to you. He grits his teeth when you whine loudly, trying to resist the temptation to keep slamming into you

“Look at me, sweetheart” he commands softly as he gently rubs his hands over your hips. You look back at him, eyes wide and glassy.

“You startin’ to slip, angel?” Joel asks, even though he knows the answer.

You answer with a vigorous nod, another whine bubbling up your throat.

“D’you want to?” he probes, carefully reading every inch of your face.

You nod again, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of your lips. Yeah, Joel can fuck you well. But he’s so gentle and tender, making sure you’re okay every step of the way while he absolutely destroys you. That’s what gets to you.

Your limbs start to feel floaty and soon his cock inside of you is the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. Fog rolls into your brain and wipes away every coherent thought until the only thing you know is Joel. The warm sense of comfort and security washing over you feels like warm sunshine beating down on your skin. You can’t stop yourself from leaning into it, relaxing into the warm waves as Joel gentle sets you down in a sea of pure euphoria.

He hears it in your moans, the way your throat tightens around each wet sound as he restores his original pace, sees it welling up in your eyes as he stats pounding into you once again. So, he fucks into you even faster, using his cock to send you further and further into submission until you surrender completely.

Your soft mewls and whimpers quickly morphs into a loud moan when hips restore his original pace. He snakes a hand underneath you, his fingers quick to find your clit where he rubs fast and frantic circles. You squeeze your eyes shut, but that doesn’t stop the big wet tears from rolling down your cheeks, your entire body writhing underneath him.

Joel lets out his own moan as you choke out a loud sob, cock twitches so hard inside of you that it’s nearly painful.

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” His voice sounds so far away, a distant echo in your head. But you can sense the reassurance, a dopey smile spreading across your face, a stark contrast from your sobs and the tears streaming down your face.

From there it’s only a few seconds before your crying out, your body quivering uncontrollably underneath him. It’s all consuming as it rips through you. The force of your orgasm combined with all the air out of your lungs and shuts down all of your senses until all you can hear and see is static while Joel continues to slam into you.

He coaxes you through it, hissing “That’s it, there’s my good girl” through clenched teeth as you clamp down around his cock, rhythmically squeezing around him. His fingers are still circling your clit, and his pace hasn’t let up one bit as he tries to draw your orgasm out for as long as possible. It all feels so good, so perfect that you’re barely breathing between your strings of moans. He doesn’t let up until your gasping for air.

Giving you a few seconds to recover, he slows down, removes his fingers from your clit and immediately brings them to mouth, shoving them past your slightly parted lips and pressing down on your tongue. It’s like he’s your own personal pacifier, your entire body calming down the second you wrap your warm lips around his fingers, lazily licking them clean.

He watches you with pure admiration, so entranced by you that he nearly forgets how to breathe. You look so heavenly like this, literally his angel from up above, all soft and pliant just for him. The way your cries quiet down and your tears turn to just sniffles, your face relaxing, slowly looking more and more peaceful was you suckle on his fingers. His heart is so full of love for you that he swears it’s about to explode out right of his chest.

“You look so pretty, baby. Love seeing you so full of me,” He murmurs, nearly fainting when he feels your saliva start to leak past your lips and down his fingers and your jaw.

He needs to cum. He never lasts long when you’re like this.

Keeping your mouth full of his fingers, he starts his pace up once again. He stares down at you, arousal burning hot under his skin when your face twists back up and your moans start to moan again, the sound muffled around his fingers. The sight of you all strung out is too much.

It only takes a couple more thrusts and your sweet noises filling the room to push him over the edge. He slams into you one final time, unloading inside of you as deep as he can possibly get, his head falling back with a loud string of curses and groans.

The feeling of him pulsing inside of you, his hot release coating your sensitive walls while you’re in this delicate headspace is enough to bring to your third orgasm.

He laughs breathlessly in disbelief as he watches you convulse underneath him again. He’s fast to pull out his fingers before you nearly bite them off as even more ecstasy courses through your veins, the screams you let out rubbing your throat raw. Joel can’t contain his whimper as you gush around him, your slick dribbling down onto the pillow under your hips.

Joel stays tucked deep inside as you shake uncontrollably. He tries to stay still as you fall apart on his cock again, but feeling you squirt around him is too much and he can’t resist the urge to grind into you a few more times, pushing his cum in just a little deeper, the broken sounds you’re making sending shivers down his spine.

“Did so well, baby. Always so good and perfect for me, my sweet girl” Joel murmurs, his voice shaky as his thumb brushing your damp cheekbone as he gives you your hard-earned praise.

He leans over you, careful to keep you plugged up with his cock and He slips his arms between you and the couch cushion, wrapping you in his embrace. He collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you as he holds you close.

The weight of him on top of you helps you to finally stop writhing under him, your body returning to a baseline tremble. You keep your eyes closed as you come to, slowly re-entering the stratosphere, and landing safely in Joel’s arms.

You wish you could stay in this moment forever. Joel stuffing you full, his warm seed buried deep inside you, your body warm, floaty, and fuzzy from all the highs he brought you to. He’s pressing soft kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck, patiently waiting for you come back to him.

His mustache and the scruff on his jaw tickles your sensitive skin which makes you giggle breathlessly. The sound let’s Joel know that you’re somewhat coherent again, ready to be taken care of. He places on last kiss right in between your shoulders before shifting so that you can see him

“Hi angel” Joel whispers, his big, brown, baby cow eyes staring down at you and he glows with love and pride. He pulls an arm out from underneath you and reaches up to brush the hair out of face and tuck it behind your ear before cupping your jaw.

“I love you, Joel Miller” you rasp, your voice hoarse and weak.

He hears your sweet confession and it’s his turn for his eyes to get misty.

“I love you, baby. You’re my whole world” Joel replies, slightly squeezing your jaw before peppering your cheek with kisses. You nuzzle into his warm touch and close your eyes once again, exhaustion quickly settling in your muscles and bones.

He lets you stay there for as long as possible, letting himself go soft inside of you and only moving when his cum starts to dribble out of you and onto the couch.

You wince at the loss, already craving the feeling of being full again.

“How’re you feelin’ angel? Feelin’ good?” Joel asks, his voice tender and soft as he checks in on you.

You nod, taking a deep breath before whispering back “Feelin’ really good” with a breathless laugh.

Joel smiles wide against your cheek, fully pleased with his work. “Is it okay if I go get us a towel? Get us cleaned up?”

You nod and he moves to gently presses his lips against yours. It’s a bit of an awkward angle with your head turned to the side, but it’s still a sweet kiss, your lips instantly melding together. Joel once again can’t resist and quickly swipes his tongue against your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. You give it to him easily, parting your lips and letting his tongue run over yours. He sighs into the kiss, serenity settling into every inch of his body as he licks into your mouth, savoring your taste on his tongue, praying that it sticks to his teeth forever.

He breaks the kiss when the need for air rudely interrupts the two of you. He looks at your face soaking in every detail from the satisfied smile on your wet, reddened lips, the way your eyelashes fanning across your cheeks as you keep your eyes closed, enjoying the pure bliss. All of you his, all of him yours.

“You better go get a towel before I ruin this couch” You tease, your eyes still closed.

Joel beams at you like a dummy, stunned and speechless at how perfect you, like you were crafted specifically just for him. His heart genuinely starting to hurt from how much he loves you. He thinks he has to be the luckiest man on Earth.

He gets you both cleaned up and has you wrapped up in you up in a fuzzy blanket in under 90 seconds.

“Do you wanna lay outside, sweet girl? Get some fresh air?” He asks, finally having the time to notice how beautiful the day is outside.

He makes sure that you stay completely wrapped as he guides you to lie down the couch on the back porch. He lifts your head up, steady hands supporting your head and neck as he sits down before resting your head in his lap.

You don’t know what’s better, the bliss you just experienced inside or this, your head in Joel’s lap, the gentle breeze of cool early spring, Texas air blowing softly across your face while he gives you water and feeds you chocolate.

You quickly decide that anywhere where Joel is, is where you want to be. Now and always.

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A/N: Guys I swear I really tried to keep it short but I can't contain myself apparently. PLEASSEEE let me know what you guys think and send me more requests!! Also, I'm so glad so many people liked Push and Pull, we need more subspace with Joel!! I also apologize for any typos or errors, I'm so bad at proofreading.

#Joel Miller smut #Joel Miller #Joel miller x you #Joel miller x reader #Joel miller x f!reader #Joel Miller Fic #joel miller one shot #tlou fic #pedro pascal characters #Pedro pascal fic #javiscigarette

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birthday wish - matty healy

(the birthday party; day one)

summary: matty, as his very best, has one of the best birthdays of his life and receives one of the warmest surprises he has ever had, with all the people he loves.

warnings: flufly stuff, sickness mentions. nothing more than this, is tender as well.

a/n: thank to @abiiors and @the1975attheirverybest for organize this incredible project! both are such an angels. the dates do not coincide in reality, so do not expect truthfulness in it, 'cause the tour continues in this universe and there are no haircuts, and also the english is not my first language.

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Matty wants you to be with him at the exact time when the clock strikes midnight. It doesn't matter if you're an ocean away, just wait to hear you sing her happy birthday.

He knows that even if he wants you to, you can't come out the door. This shouldn't make him sad because it's something he's been facing for years.

You work for the UK's most influential finance company, and while the insistence on doing the work outside has been almost unbearable, Matty knows that you love being in your office or doing the work in the house where you both live together. God, that sounds good.

Officially he's a year older, and without wanting to touch sentimentality, he just feels tired when he rests his head on the white pillow in the hotel room. He doesn't look at his phone screen for a long time, just think about how you're going through the flu that kept you from coming with him to New York.

In the meantime, you have other plans that doesn't involve fever, soup, and phlegm.

You look at your phone screen, you know it's past 12 in New York, so Matty is oficially 35 years old.

It's four in the morning in England, and once again you confirm how much you hate such an abysmal difference in schedules. You could call him now and tell him you still have the flu, but he'd end up figuring out the trick.

Maybe when it's six o'clock in the morning you can greet him with more credibility.

For now, you finish arranging the house and the final touches before taking the suitcase as you sigh out of the house.

"Honeeeeeeeeey" Matty literally jumps into bed making them both jump. You rub your forehead and he gives you an innocent smile. It's not an argument at all, but he's gone dumb. "Come on, fly with me to York.

"Matty, I can't." You straighten up on the mattress, giving it room to rest its head on your trunk. "I would love to go, but it's impossible." You wrap your fingers around her hair and massage it into circles. You hear him purr like he's been waiting for him all day. "I have a lot of work, we have like fifty new clients or something like that. I can't apart myself from the company, i really sorry."

"I'm not saying you get apart, you still can work through your computer." He turns to see you with a pretty sad look in his features. "I don't want to be annoying, it's just…it will be my birthday. The first with you as my girlfriend."

"Hey, i can't even say how much i'm sorry, but i really do." You grab his right hand and squeeze his, on your way to kiss his head a desperate fit of coughing interrupts you. "Shit, I'm ill."

It doesn't sound so convincing, but if all goes well, an idea begins to form in your head that might consecrate you as bride of the year.

"But hey, babe, I'm going to reward you when you return. I promise." You see him unravel at your touch, watching him as he indulges in sleep. While he is awake closing his eyes, you whisper into his ear. "You're going to have an incredible birthday, Matty."

- - -

Even though spring has been running through London for over a month, the dawn suddenly turns cold. Not only because you got sick in the course of two days, (even if you did it on purpose and forced yourself to sneeze around the corners), but also because everything feels a little tense in your room. Matty's not mad, obviously he knows he can't get you out of the country in the middle of a flu outbreak let alone by force, but he's pretty sad about getting used to the idea of spending his birthday away from you. It's satirical to him, they've officially been together for nine months, but you've spent more birthdays near him than it looks. By chance or fate, they were always in the same bars or pubs where they celebrated their years of life.

What's ironic, too, is that they met after a financial argument. It was 2017, you were relatively new to the company and Dirty Hit needed a safe backing, betting on the company you still work for. At first there were no complaints, until a money leak was triggered and backing the company you basically went to the studio to talk to Jamie in pretty strong terms.

In the end, there were no dead to bury, everything worked out. What you did bury was your washing soap shirt, thanks to Matty literally spilled his coffee machine on you when you were about to leave. It wasn't a good day for anyone, your folders just fell off and picking them up you bumped into Matty, in a semi-sleeping state with coffee running over your skin and a cheap apology as he opened his eyes surprised enough. Then it just happened for some reason, they both found fun in the same places. It was too many years of seeing each other at nightclubs maybe four times a year, saying hello from afar and going on, until a year and a few months ago they needed an insurance upgrade, which gave you another visit to Dirty Hit, no spilled coffee this time.

Matty asked for your number, then he bought you a drink, and here they are, saying goodbye to each other.

"Hey listen, call my mom if you feel bad or if you need something. At least promise me this." Kiss your head as they both walk towards the front door, you wrapped in a blanket and him between bags and suitcases.

"I'll do." You reassure him with a broad smile. "Stay safe, love you."

"See you soon, love." You and him kiss quickly as he presses his thumb on your cheek. "Love you, too."

"Matty."

"¿Yes"

"You're forgetting something, dude." You unlock your chain with a small white stone hanging, to lock it around her neck later. "Now it's okay." You steal a hug and when they finally part, the taxi comes to the door. "Bye."

"Bye." He greets you with hishand and throws the first accessory he has at hand, his bracelet.

You hate to say goodbye to him when he goes to the airport, and even though you'll see him in two days, you still hate him. You're so used to waking up with him, having its scent all over the house, that when that bubble disappears, you hate what it's created at some point. It hasn't been five minutes and you miss him like you haven't seen him in months.

You squeeze his bracelet. It's their little tradition. Every time one goes on a journey, both exchange accessories in a way to show the other that they are still there even at a distance. You don't remember when it started, but you like the sentimentality of the issue.

Now, of course Matty's right: you'll call Denise. You already have, actually. She's aware of all the deception and she's the one who's most excited about it. He talked to Tom and Louis while you talked to Adam, because he's the least likely to reveal it to your boyfriend. It's not that you don't trust others, it's just that he's wiser for this.

- - -

You touch your head down because actually if you feel sick, maybe you've been too extreme, but you hope it's worth it. Denise calls on your portal with the car horn pulling you out of the trance, you get in the car and when you want to say something else you just fall asleep in the backseat.

Half an hour later, she wakes you up gently rocking you. She's so much like Matty you could cry, you love everything her family is and how you've been treated from the first day you walked through that door. Even if she's your mother-in-law, they get along incredibly well considering how fast they've connected.

"Are you sure about this?" She asks, handing over the car keys and lowering the suitcases from the trunk. "I mean, you look really tired."

"I know, I know. I spend the day thinking if i had everything, and thinking about the gift, and trying to organize the things with Adam, meanwhile i tried to not being colapsed by the numbers." The two laugh, she looks at you with a more relaxed expression and just lets her walls fall down.

"Matty is so lucky to have you." She murmurs with bright eyes and genuine happiness. "I don't know if I've ever met someone capable of getting sick just for surpise his boyfriend in his birthday…on the other side of the world." You think she's about to get emocional when her eyes start stinging, and she notices it. "I get a bit emotional but you know, my son is growing up next to someone who truly loves him, and as a mother you don't know how important it is to know that."

Well, now you'll cry.

"Oh god, I love you Denise." You drop your bags and embrace her with the greatest affection you've ever had. "I'll might cry."

She laughs tenderly. "Keep the tears for the show, darling."

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The belief that it would be a seven-hour flight (plus the check-in hours, obviously) that would be somewhat exhausting and that it would take time to pass becomes part lie and part truth. You actually have a lot of fun with Denise telling you anecdotes of her life in the span of waiting time to board, you can't lie, but then on the plane you start to get bored after a few hours: you've seen a movie, you've slept, you've saturated your Spotify and you only think about how Matty will be. You feel guilty about the birthday message because you know he'll be worried thinking that something is up, but later you'll ask for forgiveness.

Happy birthdayy Matty. I love you so much, i hope you ́ll always be happy.

This is too short, but i feel totally sick. I'll send you a large text later.

Matty tosses and turns in bed heavily after waking up with that message as his first course. He sighs as he goes to the bathroom, looks at himself in the mirror running a hand through his hair. It feels terrible.

Well, you haven't forgotten his birthday, but he feels that you have. Maybe it's not that.

He knows you don't like him smoking too much, but you're not here and it's the only thing keeping him sane so he doesn't yell at you if he's done something wrong. He opens the window and collapses on the balcony floor, a cigarette between his lips. He exhales, he can't believe he's spending the time like that on his birthday.

He feels like he has a dagger stuck somewhere in his body, he feels tense and knows he's not in the bliss mode that someone should have on their birthday. But God, he hates to blame himself and blame you for things.

You've been weird for days, and yes, maybe you're sick, but in the months you´ve been with him you've never been this weird. Overthinking things isn't something he likes or does too much, but now he's debating whether something has happened and you don't want to tell him. He exhales again and relapses into the state of his cuticles, but as a cumpulsive reflex he bites them. Has he done something wrong? Has he crossed any limits? Did you get angry about something he didn't do? Did he forgot your birthday? No, he hasn't forgotten that.

Trata de no permitirse pensar en la pregunta más dolorosa para él: ¿Hay alguien más? ¿Estás cansado de él y de su vida de poca estabilidad? Bueno, en cualquier caso te merecerías algo mejor.

Adam knocks on the door as an answer to problems. He knows he has to take care of him until you make your appearance, but everyone is aware that he may not be in his best mood.

"Hey, birthday boy, how did you wake up?" When Matty opens the door, he hugs him and Adam knows his best friend needs him. "Matty, tell me."

"It's just…No, it's a silly thing." He regrets it fluttering his eyes, but collapses on the bed tiredly. "I'm tired, that's all."

"No, it's not. Something is affecting you, so definitely there is something more than being tired. You dońt have to fake it with me, you know." Adam knows the reason why he is like this, and although he wants to tell him that she's really on her way, he can't.

"It's her, Adam. She ́s been in a distant mode for days, acting strange." He shrugs, Adam sits on the other end of the mattress, sinking it. "Her greeting was a bit cold, or too generic. It's not typycal for her.

Adam feels really bad lying to his friend, he feels like a traitor, and he really struggles to find the right words. "Didn't you tell me she was sick?" He asks, and Matty sighs, nodding. "Should be this."

"yes, but.."

"Listen to me, really." Adam cuts him off and thinks about how much he can take this like this, he can't allow his partner to collapse before the show, much less the surprise. "She loves you, i d on't know the reason for his behavior and I would love to know so I can tell you, but unfortunately I don't know." Guilty, liar. "Despite that, you just turned 35, it's too early for the midlife crisis for a congratulation. The day is not over yet

Matty slurps as he swallows without the strength to continue the conversation, not in this tone at least. He doesn't have any argument to play in his favor and that makes him a little angry.

"You have a birthday show tonight, it will be nice."

- - -

Madison Square Garden will never cease to amaze you and seem practically huge. You do not manage to make the connection between the measures of the venue, it seems much bigger than it is. You have entered more than once, both as a spectator of shows or as you are now, as an accompanist of the band that presents on the day, and still it leaves you breathless how massive it is. Not in your best dreams would you imagine having the chance to tour it.

But, what makes you more sensitive is to hear so many people divided into the branches and sections of the seats and the standing field cheering, shouting and even crying with a euphoric amount of adrenaline in the body by the celestial and pink lights that illuminate the stage, decorated in its scenography representing a house with all the rooms. It's still hard for you to believe that you're dating the lead singer of a band that has mobilized so many people around the world for years. They have come to see the four of them, they have come to hear what is the story they have to tell and to show them their affection and loyalty as they identify themselves in tears in the four chords of their best songs.

In a way you think that's everything a singer expects, and that by the same token, it's the most sincere reason for the fans in front of Matty's birthday. Because even though you don't spend too much time on the floor, you manage to see posters related to her birthday.

The whole Healy family, followed by you, take refuge in George and Adam's dressing rooms, because even if you came out of a cake in Matty's dressing room when the delivery changes, you'd lose the idea you planned. Now, you just hope Matty doesn't find it weird enough that they switched The Birthday Party to Act 3, and Guys is almost after. I wouldn't have to do that, in fact, since it's a pretty emotional and pretty setlist to play on your birthday.

When Matty's nightmare act ends and he descends from the second stage you try to make as little noise as possible next to his dressing room, mainly because you're going to scare him. The one you're scaring is George, but he's covering it up by saying there was a spider in his dressing room. Then with a thumb sign him shows that everything is ready for the next step. When the act of Still at their very best (the last of the show) begins with If you ́re too shy, you get ready, two songs later you have to get the whole audience to see you, but not Matty.

Then, It ́s not living reaches the middle with a consecrated closure between the drums and the guitar. Cheers fill the place. The action then begins when all the screens change focus and signs appear saying that, in front of the people you will see now, keep quiet because it is a surprise for both Matty and the fans. There are confused looks, intertwined, nobody understands anything but they keep singing so as not to show that the screens have changed again.

The crowd wants to go crazy, and some screams escape when it's you who's seen go behind the scenes. For the sake of greater care, you go behind George's drums and ask everyone with your fingers to be silent on the subject. You sit behind the biggest drum and you see it over your head.

There he is, dressed up in his black pants, his white shirt and previously the suit jacket with the pants. His tie's almost untied, and it makes you laugh, you don't think he knows he tied it wrong. The curls fall in front of him out of control due to tiredness and sweat, but you think he's never looked better in years.

"Thanks for coming to see the greatest band in the world, the 1975!" The sticks resonate on the drum, the play of grey lights makes everything a little psychedelic. The crowd bursts into cheers without differentiating the why. "And today it's my birthday, so thank you for coming here. I love you guys."

There's a mixture of exasperated emotions all over the compound. Even you have glassy eyes to see him smile in such a pure way, his place has always been and always will be the stage in front of the fans, when he is freer than ever and where he feels comfortable. This particular show is not just important because of this event, but because in fact, it's the end of the tour. It's emotionally sad, the melancholy is reciprocal in the stadium because nobody knows when there will be a new tour of them.

"Yeah, I know, this is sad. It ́s ironic that my birthday will be the last show of the tour." He grins and laughs showing his teeth to the audience. "But, thanks for being here, is my biggest gift."

So, Matty freaks out when he hears a noise behind him.

"And it's not over yet, friend of mine." Absolutely everyone is surprised to hear George through the microphone resonating in the stadium, Matty doesn't understand what's going on either. "Ladies and gentleman, please everybody look at the screen."

What happens next is the best and the worst that Matty has had in front of him, cataloging it as the worst because when pictures of him appear when he was little with his mother and father, playing guitar or just being a kid, it makes him wiggle and feel like he could really die right there from the excitement. Without looking away, dazzled and uncertain but motivated to keep seeing him, he sits on the edge of the stage.

The atmosphere is automatically warm, but even the noise does not break it. The screen now changes, and begins with a greeting from George, pointing to a picture of when they were 13, how they have grown up so far and how you can't imagine a life without him, then closes Charly telling how much she enjoys talking to him, and how much fun he is in any situation. Then comes Adam, along with Carly, telling how he is the youngest of the group, but how important he is for both of them in their lives. Finally there is Ross, who talks about how fortunate he is to have him as a friend, how proud he is of everything he has accomplished and how much he appreciates his friendship.

Screen in black. Matty takes care of the tears because he suspects it doesn't end there, but his eyes turn to candy, all his factions calm down and he refrains from leaping into the arms of his friends.

You can't tell how many, but suddenly fans appear in the video, talking about how they've saved their lives through the band, the refuge it's for them and how much the band has done in terms of connecting them with their closest friends, and giving them a reason to keep fighting. Everyone laughs when they hear the reactions of the fans appearing in the video, realizing it.

Now yes, everything seems to indicate that it's over. Matty tries to stand up, but something stops him.

Her mother. On the screen.

Satirically, her greeting begins by asking if she thought they had forgotten about her, but without giving any room to react, Louis and Tom appear on the screen, their entire family in one place.

Really, Matty feels like the luckiest person in the world to have so much affection around him, he doesn't know if he deserves it, but he accepts it and feels like the feeling of familiarity and brotherhood envelops his body as his brother and his parents talk about how he's changed everyone's lives, the support he's been in his brother's life, and how the little boy who played the guitar off-tune at four o'clock in the afternoon has become a man made and upright, able to love and defend his people, with a exemplary talent.

Matty blinks, doesn't know how to go on now. He simply knows that he cannot ask for anything else for his life, he is loved by those he loves, and is reciprocated.

The screen lights up for the last time. You and Mayhem.

You look the at George, who cries just like you. He notices your gaze but responds only with a quick smile.

"Hey, honey, this will be short because I hope you know how happy I am to have you in my life." Matty stops controlling the tears, bathes in them, his shirt is full of water right now. So he remembers your message today, and he knows that you were behind all this, no one else would have done it this way otherwise. He sees his dog move his front legs and really misses him: "Happy birthday, I love you more than my words can prove. Thank you for being the most amazing, sweetest human being I've ever met. You're an angel and I love to agree with you." The greeting ends when you send a kiss to the camera, followed by Mayhem's osico in the foreground with a heart, with an M drawn.

The legend of The End stands on top. Everyone has cried, the makeup has gone off but this is the most intimate thing that everyone has experienced today. Everybody's grateful for coming to celebrate Matty.

"Could you please close your eyes?" Adam asks, and Matty is not the one who could say no.

Matty continues sitting, not moving. He can't process everything his head is telling him miles per second. He knows that he can't speak well enough after crying and will only say silly phrases, But it has to. Ross comes to his rescue and has a hand to lift him up. They hug with Matty crying on his shoulder while continuing to repeat that she loves him. Ross pats him on the back and points to Adam on the microphone.

He smells something as smoke, and he's right. Behind the scenes of the three entrances appear his mother, his father and Louis beside him with a rectangular cake with porcelain figures of the little house, and the four figures of the band, with a 35 as a candle.

Ross lets Matty go, and when the distance is unbearable, you're the one who runs to grab his hands when everyone screams to open his eyes. He opens them and finds you embraced to his body more tightly than ever. By inertia, he tightens the grip on your waist without ceasing to hug you. Now neither of us knows who to blame for the water running down the Briton's white shirt.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." You whisper incessantly, as he stabilizes in front of you, trying to get out of the surprise and accepting that you're actually in front of him, it's not a dream, he looks at the cake and cries again. He watches the audience feeling their heart pouring out into their hands. "Happy everything, my love."

He pulls you away from the grip when the birthday song rings out and has the cake in front of him without realizing it, but holds your hand in his fist. He coins it, and he protects it inside him. His smile is sadly short, but he has never had a greater look of genuine love on him than now. His wet eyelids, his face full of dry tears and his eyes glowing like never before. All thanks to you. He looks back at the cake and makes a face of utter surprise when he sees his figure made of porcelain sitting on the piano.

"Hey, that's me!" He's chirping like he's a kid who just ate a paddle he's seen in the store. Its essence is discovered there, that immeasurable happiness that creeps through all present.

He couldn't even think about how much he loves you because everything happens too fast, but he knows that after this he could never leave you. He doesn't know it yet, but this is the moment when Matty would close everything else. After this he would decide that you would be the woman of his life, that he would marry you and that they would have a family. You just kind of signed a sentence saying that he would never let anything happen to you and that if he had to lay down his life for you, he would.

George, Adam and Ross approach Matty as well, along with Polly, John and the rest of the band, all standing in a semicircle in front of the stage. The fire lights up Matty's face who has refused to block the touch of you two. You literally have to whisper his name in his face with a silly smile so he'll let you go and be the only one in the middle of the round.

The flashes of the phones illuminate the scene, there is the same chorus symphony composed of dozens of voices that work at the same time without prior coordination. No, it's not a movie and it's not a dream that someone's going to wake up from, it's really happening.

The fire dissipates, again the sound of clashing palms comforts the place. Denise leaves the cake on the piano and hurls herself at her son. She loves him so much, and is so happy that he can be really happy being who he is. The sequence is quite fast, his family hugs him, then the four hug and the difference in height is noticeable between the four males. Then goes Polly, Jhon and everyone else who's there. The show is delayed for the same reason, but nobody really cares about sacrificing a song to be part of this moment.

He opens his arms towards you and makes you fly through the air for a second before giving you his best Chesire Cat smile. Seize the moment to steal a quick kiss leaving behind the expanse of euphoria that surrounds them. For Matty there really is nothing else right now than him and you on the whole ethereal plane he's met at the age of 35. Fans disappear, the band and their parents too, as long as it merges into you in touch can only feel how they function the same way, being really a single soul trapped between two bodies. God, he's lovesick of the love he has for you, and he could throw it up right now, but surely all he could do is throw up his heart.

The contact ends, and finally he approaches the microphone.

"I really have the greatest persons and the greatest fans in the world. I ́m incredibly glad about it." He runs his hand through his hair and laughs, shedding his last tears. "Saying thanks it wouln ́t be enough, and I could never finish thanking you for all this, but i love each and every one of you, honestly."

Matty grabs his acoustic guitar almost the second he says that. The chords of The birthday party are heard. Everything is extremely special about this song and it is something narrow and deep, there is a truth to count on the song at this moment so charged with sentimentality.

Matty has spent years of his lost life without having a reason to keep him going, floating around while surviving, or trying to. He has come and gone as far as anyone could imagine, has suffered perhaps too much to expose his vulnerability. Indeed, he felt lost in hell during the most unbearably difficult years of his life. He's driven so many people away by his personality and by neglecting so many ties, but now he knows.

He has alienated so many people by his personality and by neglecting so many ties, but now he knows that although he may be late for some, he has enough with him. All your friends are here, in the same scene, no matter what that means.

The following of Guys in a much calmer tone makes everyone end up crying, their most personal song as a band. Matty feels the same as before, his friends have been the best thing that's ever happened to him, and they've saved his life thousands and thousands of times. He could not get used to the idea of lose them, because he would crumble without them in his life.

Just like he would do without you.

In the end, Matty makes fun of himself for being so bitter all day. He really had the best birthday of his entire life.

in my head this is a tender idea of how much I would give way to see matty happy, so I hope that was achieved. also, happy birthday weekend matty you are the best.

let me know what you think, also let me know if you want to be on my tag list <3

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dustofthedailylife · 1 year

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Roommate blab

Thinking about yn using the boys while they shop for groceries because the two are too smitten to say no.

Imagine the gossip !!!

We know cyno and tighnari will use the yn card.

Haha, yes! Y/N could just go "Boys, can someone go buy XY for me" and Kaveh and Alhaitham would without a single doubt start bickering about who is allowed to go get it for you.

"I have to leave to return something to the library anyway so it would be the most logical thing if I went." "Oh, is that so? It so happens that I need to talk to a client about a project in the city, right next to the store. So, naturally, it is more convenient if I went." "I'm sure your client is waiting, don't let them wait any longer. You have to make money somehow after all. I'm off work already and returning the book is just leisure time. So clearly, the odds speak for themselves, I'll go."

Also, I can imagine, whenever things don't go Kaveh's way, he'd be quick to pull the Y/N card as well. Like when Alhaitham is not tidying up after himself, letting books lie around, or random used plates stand on his desk. Or whenever he's literally doing anything that Kaveh doesn't like.

"I wonder what Y/N would say about this, if I told them that you [...]"

Cue a very annoyed Alhaitham doing whatever Kaveh was complaining about. You're just his weakness. What can a man do?

And yes, Cyno and Tighnari see through both Kaveh and Alhaitham immediately after you joined their Tavern evenings once. I mean one would need to be blind to not see that both these men are head over heels for you and are fighting a secret war over you behind your back.

Now imagine there is a discussion going on and naturally both your roommates start bickering about something, as usual. Eventually, Tighnari and Cyno exchange glances and Tighnari just goes "Y/N what do you think? Who is right?"

They've never been so quiet this fast.

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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Not a request but imagine being Kaveh's sister and falling for Haitham

Also imagining being like Kaveh and annoying Haitham but he loves you regardless 💗

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☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I haven't actually got to Sumeru in game yet so if this is ooc I'm sorry bc I'm running on what I've read in other fics and their MBTI types here lol. I wanna play more Genshin over summer tho so I can really make my characterisations by myself hehe 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Alhaitham x Kaveh's sister! Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.6k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

With Kaveh working so hard on his latest project, you’ve noticed how frazzled he’s beginning to look. You idolise your big brother and so you stepped in prepared to do some things for him in order to just lift the burden of everything he was currently under as much as you were able to. And so, you find yourself cooking in the kitchen of his rented home so that he doesn’t have to worry about it later on and he can focus on his project in order to get it done quicker.

You measure out meals to put away for him so that he can heat them up and eat them in the week too once you’ve returned to your own place. You carry the plate of hot food to his room and set it down on his dresser so you don’t need to move anything on his desk that might disturb its organisation (not that there was currently much method to its current state but you knew that, in Kaveh’s mind, it was organised).

“Everything going ok?” You ask as you stand behind his chair and prop your chin upon his head of blond hair in order to look over the blueprints he’s constructing.

“Yeah, it’s just taking a long time.” He sighs and turns around to face you, red eyes noting the steaming plate of food placed upon the dresser. He gets up to stretch with a little smile and you hear some of his bones crack as he collects the plate and hugs you with one arm. “Thank you, by the way, for doing all this stuff to help me out. I really appreciate it. I just can’t wait to get this project done, the client’s being so picky and I’ve got no creative freedom. You’d think that would make this all more straight forward but it just complicates things.” He sighs with irritation in his breath. You frown a little at the situation he’s in and ruffle his hair as he sits back down. You know he’ll be working still while he eats.

“Anything I can do to help you get this over with quicker.” You smile softly. “I’ll go eat my own food now before it gets cold, is there anything else you need first?” He shakes his head with a smile after tasting the first bite of food, the plate placed beside him as he takes up his pencil in hand once again.

“No, you’ve done more than enough already, go eat before it gets cold.” He insists. You nod and leave his room to go and do just that. Kaveh isn’t usually one to be alone and – at any other time – he’d want you to sit and eat with him but right now he just wanted to get his head down and power through this project so that he doesn’t have to put up with this client for a second longer than needs be, and you respected that.

You make your way back to the kitchen where there are two other plates of the food you’ve just made. You set them down on a tray and make your way over to your brother’s roommate’s room instead. Alhaitham lets you roam freely around his house while you help out your big brother and you respect that he readily lets you in his space too. You would feel rude to do so much cooking for yourself and your brother in his kitchen and to not just make something for the homeowner while you’re at it too and so you find yourself holding the tray in one hand while you use your foot to knock on the door.

“I made you dinner if you’d like?” You offer. It’s not the first time you’ve cooked for Alhaitham and you suspect it won’t be the last considering the two of you usually sit down and chat while you eat all while Kaveh eats as he works on his project in his room.

The door opens and you’re met with the sight of Alhatham’s toned chest at your eye-level before you tilt your head up to meet his teal and terracotta eyes. You smile happily as he looks between you and the tray in your hands before he turns around and gestures with his head for you to follow him inside. By the looks of it, he had been sitting in the bay window of his room while reading as the book was now open to the page he had left off on and face-down upon a pillow.

You join him and set down the tray between the two of you. Alhaitham doesn’t really outwardly show his appreciation with words and expression and initially this put you off doing these nice things for him. However, you’ve come to learn that he’ll show his appreciation by leaving nothing on the plate, complimenting something about the particular dish you made and insisting on washing up everything after you’ve eaten. He wasn’t a very openly emotional person but you’d come to learn that they were still deep down there, you just had to look out for the smaller things he did in order to see when he was doing something out of emotion.

But this didn’t stop you from teasing him every now and then.

“It won’t kill you to smile every now and then, you know?” You tease with a little wink as you cross your legs and set your plate down in your lap. You watch him roll his eyes as he leans back against the wall and follows suit in setting his plate down in his lap. He gets to eating and only then does he grace you with the faintest of smiles tugging at the corner of his lips at the flavour of what you’ve made.

“How’s Kaveh? I’ve heard him cursing and yelling through the walls all day.” He changes the subject. You let out a little sigh.

“Still frustrated. I don’t blame him with what the client’s asking.”

“He needs to learn to put his foot down and say what he will and won’t do with these designs.” Alhaitham states and you shrug.

“Yeah but you know how he is; he wants to please his customers. Isn’t their satisfaction essential?”

“Yes, but so is his area of expertise. Kaveh likes art, he hangs enough of the eyesores around the place here. They should let him do his thing or find an architect who works in the way that they’re asking of him.”

“If you hate the art so much, you can make him take it down. You’re the homeowner here after all~” You add as you spoon another mouthful of rice into your mouth. You’ve figured out Alhaitham enough by now. If he taunts someone, he likes them and is comfortable with them. If he’s overly polite while keeping a distance, he doesn’t like them or isn’t comfortable with them. It’s something fascinating to you as you just take to people so easily and show your affection with your words as well as actions.

“I wouldn’t want him to throw another one of his dramatic tantrums.” He replies simply and it makes you smile. There it is, the taunting, he really does like your big brother, even if he won’t say it. “And what about you, hm? Walking around my house like you own the place or pay rent.” There’s a tease in his tone and a smirk upon his lips. You’re happy to see that you’ve broken through his polite distance and into the grounds of him picking on you.

“Oh, yes, I’ve actually been choosing out new wallpapers too.” You quip. He shakes his head of silver hair.

“Clones of each other, the two of you are.” He sighs as he happily eats the food you’ve made. “But I’d rather deal with the pair of you than the ones at the Akademiya. I can’t wait until all this Grand Scribe stuff is over and done with.” That makes you smile a little more. It’s the closest thing to a compliment you’ll get from him for the time being. He makes you sound like a burden, sure, but really he’s telling you that yours and your brother’s presence is a reprieve from those he has to deal with throughout the day.

“Aww, look at you being all nice.” You tease. Alhaitham had intentionally worded the phrase the way he did so that you wouldn’t pick up on the subtlety of his compliment but you, ever the optimist, had seen right through it. “Who knew you had it in you?” The faintest of pink closes in on his cheeks and you grin triumphantly.

“Stop talking, y/n.” He shuts you down quickly but you continue to feel proud as you eat, your eyes now on your food. Meanwhile, Alhaitham’s two-toned eyes stay fixed on the curves that make up the features of your pretty face. His teeth graze his bottom lip for a little while as he watches you for moments that seem to stretch out for decades with how quickly his thoughts are moving.

Here you are, the cute little sister of his annoying roommate who he holds so close to his heart, just like him and yet your own person. You were adorable, precious, thoughtful. He wanted to drop this whole barrier of being kind only when serving it up with teasing and taunting, wanted to hold you in his arms and feel your head rest upon his chest while he tells you just how incredible you are. But the two of you are in a delicate situation. He has a very strong suspicion that Kaveh wouldn’t approve, has no idea if you feel the same, and suspects that you will reject him if your big brother advises you too.

But none of these things are certain and he has time to navigate it all.

You look up to catch him staring and he gives you a look as though you had been the one to stare at him as he takes another bite of the delicious food you’ve been kind enough to make for him.

One day, he tells himself.

One day.

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lunaflowers · 8 months

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Okay! 💓Could you write something about married couple and s/o wants a baby so bad. But baekhyun is not ready or confused idk. He doesn't want it for now. Reader is really disappointed and sad. She loves babies so much and can't wait have one. But baekhyun's reaction (angry or annoying) is made her angry/sad. A big fight but a happy end please. 🥺🥺 (maybe some tears too)

If it is not okay for you then no problem! 🌼

Thank you 💓

Hope you like this, anon 💖 Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader Word Count: 1.7k Genre: Angst and Fluff Warnings: None that I can think of

The evening had been lovely. You and your husband, Baekhyun, had spent it strolling through the tree lined park near your home. It was verging on autumn and there was a slight chill in the air, but the full cold of fall hadn’t hit yet. The sun had almost completely set but it wasn’t fully dark yet. You two were holding hands and chatting about how your days had been.

You were recently unemployed, having left your job as a nurse due to increasing stress and anxiety. Currently, you were playing full time homemaker so that meant you were home alone all day while Baekhyun was at work at a consultancy firm. The days were long but fulfilling. You tried your best to keep yourself occupied, trying new recipes, as well as arts and crafts, reading and writing and regular exercise. The break was nice and it had you contemplating what you really wanted to do with your life, where your true priorities lay.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something,” you said. Baekhyun had just finished telling you about a new project he was taking on at work, and all the responsibilities that were going to come along with it. He loved his job but you knew how demanding it could be, keeping him at the office for long hours. Thankfully he was paid generously for his hard work.

“What is it?” He looked at you and squeezed your hand a little.

“Well, I was thinking since I’m home now and we’re settled, it might be the perfect time to start trying for a baby. We finally have the time and space for it.”

Baekhyun snorted. “Right. Very funny.”

He kept on walking beside you. You didn’t know what you expected his reaction to be but it certainly wasn’t that. Why would he think you were joking about something like this? “I’m being serious, Baek. Let’s start a family.”

Baekhyun said nothing for a few moments and you waited in tense silence, listening to the gravel crunching under your shoes. This conversation was already not going the way you had anticipated.

“YN, babe, I’ve just spent the last ten minutes telling you about the new client and how I’m project leader and all the extra hours of work I’m going to be taking on and you come back with this?”

“I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. And I know how hard you’re working and I appreciate it so much, especially now. But this is important too.”

Baekhyun scoffed and you felt hurt. “It’s out of the question,” he said, his tone one of finality.

“What? We can’t even talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. There’s no way we can have a baby right now.” He was dismissing you and you felt enraged all of a sudden.

You pulled your hand out of his. “Why are you being so cold?” You had to work to keep your voice even. You weren’t trying to make a scene, there were couples, families, children milling about the place enjoying the evening and you didn’t need to be the story they talked about as they got home.

“I’m not doing this here,” he said, testily.

Annoyed, you began walking ahead of him, back towards the home you shared. You arrived and Baekhyun followed soon after, a look of irritation on his face. “You’re being childish leaving me behind like that.”

“I’m childish? You won’t even talk to me!”

“I told you what I thought.”

“No, you made a decision for the both of us and then acted like I was the unreasonable one for having an issue with that. Do you not want to have kids with me?”

“All I said was not now,” he said, his teeth gritted. He was angry, a rare sight, and seeing him angry only made you more angry.

“What do you mean, not now? We’re both in our thirties, Baek! It’s not like we’re in our early twenties anymore with all the time in the world to wait. It only gets harder the older you get.”

“So what? If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen,” Baekhyun shot back and your jaw dropped.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? I’ve always said I’ve wanted kids. You know this. You said you wanted them too when we got married. And now this? What the fuck, Baekhyun?”

“Don’t you get it, YN? I have enough going on right now as it is. Work is insane, I’m having to work longer and longer hours, take on all these new responsibilities. You quit your job so I have to keep everything afloat financially all by myself. And now you want this?”

Your eyes widened, tears filling them at his words. It felt like he’d slapped you. He’d never made you feel guilty for not working. When you left your job, Baekhyun had been nothing but kind and supportive, telling you that he had everything handled and that you should take your time to decide when and even if you wanted to return to work, that you had nothing to worry about.

The hurt on your face made Baekhyun soften. He tried to walk back his statement, “I didn’t mean it like that… I just meant-”

“Forget it. Just forget I said anything. I’m going to bed,” you said, your voice even. You turned to and began walking down the hallway. You heard your husband calling for your attention but you ignored him. After you had washed up, you got in bed and began to cry silent tears alone. How had it all gone so wrong?

Baekhyun entered the bedroom about an hour later. You closed your eyes as he came in, pretending to be asleep on your tear soaked pillowcase. You were in no mood to talk to him right now.

“YN,” you heard him say from behind you. You pretended you didn’t hear him, staying as still as you could, hoping he would think you were asleep and leave you alone. No such luck. When Baekhyun wanted to talk, he was relentless about it.

“YN, come on…” he said, approaching you from behind. “I know you’re not asleep.” He put his hand on your shoulder and jiggled you lightly.

You turned onto your back and looked up at him with swollen eyes and lips. It was clear that you had been crying this whole time and that broke his heart. He hated seeing you cry more than anything.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Baekhyun said softly. He produced a bouquet of sad looking carnations from behind his back and held it out to you. “Sorry, I know they’re not great but I got them at the gas station. They’re all I could get at this time of night.”

You sat up against the headboard of your bed and said nothing, but you took the bouquet in your hand, fingering the petals of the flowers.

Baekhyun sat down beside you facing you. “I want to apologize for what I said earlier. I never meant to make it sound like I blame you for any stress I’m feeling. And I love having you not work to be honest. I love the fact that you’re always there when I come home, that we get to spend so much more time together.”

You put the flowers down beside you and took his hand in yours. “I appreciate that.” You gave him a sad smile. It obviously didn’t heal your heart but you appreciated his effort in trying to comfort you. Baekhyun was the only man you’d ever been with who actually gave a shit if you cried.

“I’m sorry too. I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure at work and you’ve been so amazing and patient with me. I should’ve brought it up at another time.”

“No. The thing is… you’re actually right. It is something we should be talking about. We’re not getting younger. I just…” He trailed off.

You leaned forward and put a hand on his cheek, stroking it gently. “Talk to me, baby.”

“I’m scared shitless. The idea of being a father fucking terrifies me. Being responsible for a human life. Making sure he or she grows up and is healthy and happy and all the good things. How the fuck am I supposed to do that? What if I fuck it all up?”

You almost giggled but you held it back. You definitely didn’t want to demean Baekhyun’s feelings but the fact that he even thought for a second he might not be a good father was just so ludicrous. He was the most kind and loving person you’d ever met. Any child would be lucky to have him as a father.

“Baekhyun… It’s normal to be scared about being a parent. I am too. But we can’t let it paralyze us.”

Baekhyun sighed, “I know but… It’s a life, you know? It’s forever. It’s not something we can try out for a few months and then decide to get rid of it if we don’t want it.”

“You’re right. But like… I think it’s one of those things where you just have to dive right in. Delaying this forever isn’t going to help.”

He looked up at you with his Bambi eyes and you looked back at him. He looked so young and sweet faced, he definitely didn’t look like a man in his thirties. But he looked tired. Maybe you’d been too preoccupied with what you wanted that you hadn’t realised sometimes he needed you to build up his confidence the way he always did yours.

“Baekhyun, you’re going to be the most amazing father. I’m sure of it. You’re so filled with love and so patient and smart and gentle. Not to mention your child-like spirit.”

He laughed at that, and you smiled.

“Besides, we’re going to be doing it together. It’s a team effort. We can lean on each other like we always do.”

Baekhyun leaned forward and kissed you on the lips. “I like the sound of that.” He pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around you. The warmth of his body was so comforting and you leaned into him, breathing in his familiar scent. “So, we’re really going to have a baby, hmm?” He said, softly.

“I mean, we’re going to try.”

“Trying sounds fun. Let’s try right now,” Baekhyun said, kissing you again.

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jbbartram-illu · 16 days

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Real person message!! When making your sculptures (or other things too really!) do you ever get bored of making the same kind of guy many times? And if yes, do you have a way to spice up the process, or do you prefer to just move on to something new? (I love your work a ton! Both when the types are very different but also when they are like siblings :D)

Oh man YES I do get tired of Particular Guys! Sometimes because the whole process is so labour-intensive (hello, Woodsbeasts & big Bird Ladies), sometimes just because I run out of creative steam on 'em (most recently, sphinxes), Thankfully (because the timelines of pottery are so so so long) just not making them for a batch or two will give me a minimum 6 month break & by the time I think of going back they feel fresh & exciting again.

I also have the benefit of pottery being the more flexible part of my job (I'm also an illustrator/graphic designer) - when it started to become a viable part of my practice, I promised myself that, with the exception of commissions/prepping for particular sales, most of my batches would be of whatever I felt like making at the time. As opposed to my other work, which takes the shape of particular projects (a book, a report for a client, etc), I can just tootle away at my pottery desk, sculpting weird beasts that make me happy. This has worked well for me & I plan to stick with it as an approach for the time being.

Mugs/vessels are a bit different, as the actual making of the forms almost becomes muscle memory (especially the slab-built mugs), so it feels less creatively draining. I can, however, burn out on particular types of vessel decoration, eg. the EIGHT (8?!?) medieval-marginalia inspired pieces that are in the glaze kiln as I type. They took SO LONG and by the last couple of mugs I was full-on cursing my choices (tho if they turn out well I know I'll forget all about the pain & go oooohhhh let's make more. This is how my terrible brain works).

So yeah! Burnout happens, but I don't let it worry me because I know my weird little guys can wait until I'm ready to make 'em again :)

Note: this starts with 'real person message' because in Oct 2023 I got a bunch of annoying spam messages & asked people for real asks...then I got a ton of lovely Qs & am still working through the backlog in...uhhh...April 2024. Oops/thank you for your patience?!

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izicodes · 4 months

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woah! just saw your bio change to software engineer. how did you transition? is it any different than web dev?

i also went on a TikTok rabbit hole and people are saying it’s useless to learn html/css and it’s not an actual language. honestly idk why I thought it would be easy to learn html > css > javascript > angular > react and somehow land a good paying job…

it’s gonna take YEARS for me to have a career, i feel old… especially with no degree

Hiya! 🩶

This is a long reply so I answered your question in sections below! But in the end, I hope this helps you! 🙆🏾‍♀️

🔮 "How did you transition?"

So, yeah my old job title was "Junior Web Developer" at a finance firm, and now my new title is "Frontend Software Engineer"! In terms of transition, I didn't make too much of a change.

After I quit my old job, I focused more on Frontend technologies that were relevant, so I focused on React.js and Node.js. I used YouTube, books, and Codeacademy. My first React project was >> this Froggie project <<~! Working on real-life projects such as the volunteering job I did (only for a month) where they used the technologies I was learning. So basically I did this:

decides to learn react and node 🤷🏾‍♀️

"oh wait let me find some volunteering job for developers where they use the tech I am learning so I can gain some real-life experience 🤔"

experienced developers in the team helped me with other technologies such as UI tools, and some testing experience 🙆🏾‍♀️

I did the volunteering work for both fun and learning with experienced developers and... I was bored and wanted to feel productive again... 😅

So for transitioning, I focused on learning the new technologies I wanted to work in and got some work experience (though it was volunteering) to back up if I can work in an environment with the tech. I still live with my family so I could do the volunteering job and have time to self-study whilst being okay financially (though I was tight with money haha) 😅👍🏾

🔮 "Is it any different than web dev?"

The old job was focused on using C# and SQL (including HTML, CSS, and JavaScript but fairly small) to make the websites, they were fairly basic websites for clients to use just to navigate their information needed. They weren't fancy cool web design because they didn't need to be, which was what made me bored of the job and wanted a change.

I am only a week into the job and have been working on small tickets (features for the site), but I think after a month or two into the job I will make a proper judgment on the difference~! So far, it's kind of the same thing I did in my old job but with new workflow tools, React-based projects, and funny people to work with 😅🙌🏾

🔮 "People are saying it’s useless to learn HTML/CSS and it’s not an actual language."

Yes HTML is a markup language and CSS is a stylesheet but they are the foundation of like 90% of the websites on the internet, I wouldn't ever call them "useless". Frameworks such as React, Django, Flask, etc still require HTML and CSS code to make the website's structure and styling. CSS frameworks like Tailwind and Bootstrap 5 still use CSS as their base/foundation. Not useless at all.

Don't focus on what other people are doing and focus on your own learning. I repeat this all the time on my blog. Just because one or a couple people online said one technology is useless doesn't mean it is (this is applied to most things in tech). Someone told me jQuery was entirely useless and no bother learning it - I did it anyway and it helped me better understand JavaScript. Anyhoo, try things YOURSELF before listening to what people say - make your own judgment. Not going to let a random Tech bro online whine about how annoying Python or C or whatever is to ruin my want to learn something. (This is all coming from a girl who loves web development very much's point of view :D)

🔮 "I thought it would be easy to learn html > css > javascript > angular > react and somehow land a good paying job"

Web Dev route, I love it! That's literally the same steps I would have taken if I had to start again~! For each new tech you learn, make a bunch of projects to 1) prove to yourself that you can apply what you've learned 2) experience 3) fill that portfolio~! 😎🙌🏾

With Angular and React, I would pick one or the other and focus on being really good at it before learning another framework!

I also recommend volunteering jobs, freelancing, helping a small business out with free/paid m

Lastly, you do not need a degree to get a job in Web Development. I mean look at me? My apprenticeship certificate is the same value as finishing school at 18, so in the UK it would be A-Levels, and I completed it at the ripe age of 21! I have no degree, I applied for university and got a place but I will give that space up for someone else, I'm not ready for university just yet! haha... (plus erm it's expensive at the end, what? even for the UK...). Sure, I used to avoid the job postings that were like "You need a computer science degree" but now if I were job searching I would apply regardless.

People switching careers in their 40s going into tech instead are making it, you can switch anytime in your lifetime if you have the means to! (everyone's situation is different I understand).

I'm not too good at giving advice but I hope in the rambling I made some sense? But yeah that's all! 😎

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hannahssimblr · 2 months

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Chapter Twenty-Four

Life after Cyprus really isn’t all that interesting. In fact, I spend most of my time thinking about Cyprus, remembering Cyprus, reliving moments from Cyprus and pretending I’m still there, especially on those drizzly spring days when I look out the little Mezzotint studio window over the slick grey Dublin streets. I wonder just how much more interesting would my life be if I was in Cyprus right now?

“Oi,” Simon snaps his fingers in front of my face, “Earth to Evie, you’ve been daydreaming all morning. Don’t you have… something to do?” He seems unsure about what exactly it is that I’ve been working on, which is understandable. Sometimes it’s cards, sometimes it’s windows, murals, signs, really, it could be anything. It just happens to be a poster for an art exhibition this time. Dull.

“I’m working as hard as I can,” I tell him, which is true, because the most work I can manage is none. I wonder what Jude is doing. When we texted forty minutes ago he was in his studio working on his project, which is a collection of masks inspired by his travels in Asia, and before that he got a coffee in a little cafe near his university. I’m riveted by the idea of what he might be doing now. I text him again.

Not you again…

He texts back, and I smile, no, beam to myself.

Joking, I’m eating a pretzel.

Oh, cool.

I’m thrilled to know about the pretzel, and even more thrilled to receive a photo of said pretzel seconds later. It’s a salt and pepper one half wrapped in a serviette on his lap, and he’s wearing blue jeans and those green and white runners I’ve always liked.

Miss you

I text him.

Miss you too, Evie. Loads. Can’t wait to call you later.

I respond with a barrage of emojis, heart eyed, sparkling hearts, kisses, winky faces, flowers, moons and suns and stars. I should be completely embarrassed of myself , but I mean it all in a partially ironic way. Sort of, and really, I don’t care so much about the horrifying ordeal of sincerity anymore. It feels good to be mushy and emotional, earnest and obsessed with this gorgeous person who puts up with me, and it’s not like anybody is going to read our texts…

“You done talking to your boyfriend?” Simon is right behind me now, and I can tell that he’s trying to sound as annoyed as he can but he’s not really managing it. He’s smirking. Smirking because he saw my stupid emojis, and now I am humiliated.

I stuff my phone back into my pocket, “I’m sorry, I’m so distracted. I’ll get back to work now, I know with this deadline and all…”

“End of day, Evie, I mean it. The client wants that poster by Wednesday, and if you have me panicking at the last minute trying to get it to the printers on time I’m not going to be happy about it.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll stay late if I have to.”

Gabriel makes a huffing sound when Simon goes back to his seat, “He’s no fun, girl. Text your sexy boyfriend all you like.”

“Can hear you from over here,” Simon comments.

“He thinks he’s so scary and serious,” Izzy chimes in at volume, “But he’s absolutely not. Don’t let him intimidate you into staying late.”

“If the three of you don’t shut up I’m going to implement a no phones and no speaking rule, and it’ll be all Evie’s fault.”

I catch Izzy’s eyes and she rolls them, but indeed, we say nothing else, and for the rest of the day I do my level best to ignore my buzzing phone, and work on the boring, unsexy poster until it’s time to go home.

“Do you think I’ll need a jacket at all when I’m in Sydney?” Claire takes an army green coat with a fur collar from the discount rail at a clothing shop and holds it up to herself in the mirror.

“How cold does it get there in the winter?”

“I’ve no clue,” she sighs, “I’m unprepared, I don’t even actually know what goes on in Australia. Do they like Irish people?”

“Probably.”

“What do you think of this coat?”

“Everyone has that same coat, Claire, it’s too trendy, and I bet they have, like, other kinds of coats in Australia. Maybe you should just wait and see when you go.”

She strokes the faux fur collar lovingly, “It’s fluffy…”

“Look, you’re going in the early autumn, which for them is…” I tilt my head and imagine I’m upside down, “…early spring, so you’ll be going into the summer, and you definitely won’t need a coat, in fact, doesn’t it get so hot there that it bursts into actual flames every few years?”

“A coat is like a safety item though, I can’t imagine being in a place where I won’t need one. Is this the end of cosy winters for me? It feels like I didn’t appreciate the one that just passed, and actually, I complained about how cold and rainy it was the whole time, and I didn’t think about the fact that it might be my last real, cold winter for years and years and…” She’s clinging very tightly to the sleeve of this coat, chest heaving, tears springing to her big, blue eyes, and I immediately reach for her as though I can somehow prevent the imminent breakdown.

“Claire,” I say in my best soothing voice, “You’ll have cold winters. You’ll come home for Christmas when you can, right?”

She relaxes a millimetre, “Yes, yeah I will, you’re right, my parents would be devastated if I didn’t, it just wouldn’t be right, and God forbid Shane Healy isn’t home with Eamonn and Caroline on Christmas Day, God, no they wouldn’t hear of it…”

“Right, and I know what this coat symbolises,” I try to gently pry it from her clutches, “But you’ll take up too much space in your suitcase if you pack something like this, and look,” I put it gingerly back onto the rail, “You can always get your mam to send a package over at some point, you know, if you find that the winters are actually cold and you need something heavier, you have loads and loads of nice coats, don’t you?”

She nods. She’s got that thousand yard stare in her eyes.

“Try to think of this as an exciting adventure.”

“I do think about it like that, I just… I’m an Irish girl, Evie,” She says with conviction as though she absolutely needs me to understand it, “I always, always thought that I’d just live here forever and I’d be glad about it, I had no interest in living abroad, I was just never bothered with any of that, J1 visas and all of that craic, I just can’t believe that I said yes to Australia,” She grabs my arm tightly. “You can’t go further than that without coming back around again.”

“You’ll like it, and if you don’t you can come home.” The truth is that I don’t want her to go at all, I don’t want Shane to go at all, actually, and I’m ashamed of the fact which is why I won’t say it. Having to be the one that holds it together during this conversation is hard for me when all I want to do is cling to her and cry and beg her not to leave me. Doesn’t she know that I have trauma about that kind of thing? Why would she do this to me? “I’m sure you’ll like it there, it’ll be amazing,” I reassure her, “think about Bondi Beach and stuff, and, I don’t know, whatever else they have there. Kangaroos.”

“I don’t care about the kangaroos really,” She frowns, “That’d be something Shane would like, probably.”

“I was kind of joking about the kangaroos.”

“Oh right, well, yeah, so you think I should think more about summer wear?” She pivots to the new season rail, “More bikinis, I suppose, I’ll be having two summers in a row, that’s exciting.”

“That’s the spirit,” I say, “Who wouldn’t want nine straight months of summer?” And I help her to rummage through the rails.

When we come home from town later that evening she’s in a much brighter mood. She’s in the mood for a full on girls night, and is going on and on about getting dressed up and doing each others hair (Which translates to her doing my hair, because I’m relatively clueless about it, while not allowing me to lay a hand on hers, understandably) and then finding a bar that serves fancy cocktails and staying out until town shuts down.

I don’t tell her that I was excited to call Jude, actually, because that’s what I do every night now that he’s away, and I know that he’s in an especially amorous mood because for the whole walk home with Claire he’s texting me the kinds of things that make me have to angle my screen away from her.

I’ve discovered that I like this kind of thing, even if my Catholic Shame is scratching at the door when I get up to the things I get up to when Jude is on the phone. He mostly talks about what he wishes we could do with parts of his body and parts of my body, and I don’t really know how to reply or to say any acceptably sexy things back to him, but I’m more than happy to lie there and listen with shocked delight as he speaks absolute filth over the line to me. Tonight is not shaping up to be one of those nights, though, so I regretfully text him while Claire chatters about this bar and that bar and who does what drinks and for what prices.

Sorry, I think I’m having a girls night out.

Aw, damn.

I think this is when you’re supposed to tell me that you’re happy for me and that I should absolutely spend as much time as possible with my best friend before she moves 15’000kms away from me.

You should do that, that’s what I meant. Going out with Claire sounds a lot better than listening to me.

Hmm… I’m not so sure.

Have fun, Evie. I’ll call you tomorrow.

I’ll probably drunk text you in the meantime.

Please! I love it when you do that.

Claire and I spend two hours getting ready once we’re home, and I love every minute of it, because she has this incredible way of making me look like the best, hottest, most spectacular version of myself. Sometimes when she does my makeup I think back in horror to what I used to let Kelly do to my face. She was dangerous with an eyeshadow brush, and as Claire carefully applies layers of exquisitely blended shimmery gold to my lids I suppress a shudder at the thoughts of what I looked like on my dinner date with Liam all those years ago. I recently uncovered an old photo from a digital camera SD card of myself, awkwardly standing by the flimsy door of Kelly’s mobile home bedroom with eyes rimmed in black kohl liner and a circle of orange foundation around the collar of my top. I don’t know how I wasn’t mocked relentlessly.

“I didn’t notice those things,” Jude said to me when I sent the photo to him, “Maybe it was just too dark out that night, I don’t know, but I remember thinking you were really pretty when we were on the quay.”

“Yeah right, I was a ghoul,” I told him.

“A pretty cute ghoul, and by the way, didn’t you see my haircut? I definitely looked worse than you.”

Of course he didn’t, he always looked cute, but I never bother to tell him things like this, because he always denies them for the sake of being humble, or at least the pretence of being humble. I’m never quite sure which.

Before I go out I make sure to send a photo of myself to him so that he can remember that I can look good if I try, with help from Claire and about sixty euros worth of beauty products slapped onto my face, just in case I’m stricken down by a bus tonight and that awful teenage picture is the last image he has of me.

Bring a stick with you so you can beat the guys away from you

He says, which is total projection. It’s him that probably gets swarmed by the opposite sex in bars so he probably thinks that’s what happens to everyone. But not me, never me, except for the odd time, usually in dark corners of bars when I’m a little bit too drunk, and usually by the calibre of men that Claire would deem absolutely unacceptable to make eye contact with.

“Come on, Evie,” she’s saying now, and I realise that I’ve been staring at my reflection in the black window while she’s been zipping herself into her lightweight jacket. “Jaz and Serena are already there.”

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Hi hello how are u? I love your writing and still waiting for adopt a Wanderer scenario! Could i maybe request a flower arranger reader and wanderer works as doll maker both works together sometimes (looks like the one he made in the game) Hmm maybe worried wanderer since he hasn't seen the reader for long (miss them) or maybe they injure themselves and he take care of the reader (preferebaly fem reader but it's up to u ofc) have a nice day 🥰

Tysm for sending this in!! It was such a cute prompt to work with 💕 hope you liked the rest of the Wanderer series as well! 👉👈

Notes: In the end I didn't really use any referral to pronouns in the fic, so it can be read as gender neutral too!

Also mentions of blood (reader cut their finger by accident) but it's nothing serious.

Of course, being a doll maker was only a civilian cover for Wanderer, who would often disappear during random periods to complete missions for the Dendro Archon. What he didn't appreciate however is how you're the one that's been occupied as of late - dragged into helping with some Amurta scholars' research project.

At least he's fairly quick with his work; what could possibly be so urgent that you'd have to be in the rainforest for two weeks?! And you had the nerve to ask him to help cover for you while you were gone… You're lucky he likes your company enough to go through with all this, and that he was competent enough to not mess up your business.

It's nothing much, just completing orders that you've designed beforehand to give to the clients that booked your arrangements. You'd even prepared the vase for each of them in advance to make things easier.

He can understand why you preferred this instead of scholarly work though (which you too had the potential for). Being able to interact with clients of different backgrounds and stories, then to translate their intentions into your craft; it's complicated at first glance, but simple in action because of the experience you have under your belt.

He still remembers the first time he entered your store, simply drawn in by the Inazuman specialities you imported recently, only to be met with the sight of you meticulously arranging them into a vase. Your actions were featherlight and evidently professional, but it's the soft smile you wore as you took delight in your work that gave him pause.

They looked like fireworks.

"Ah, sorry about that." You'd apologised, asking him if there's anything you could help with. Instead of faking an order, Wanderer instead asked if the arrangement on the table was for anything in particular.

"I'm… a traveler from Inazuma." He settled on explaining. "The sight of those flowers caught my attention, is all."

Your eyes immediately brightened then, glimmering with curiosity. "May I ask if this design is to your liking, then? I was told to base it off the fireworks from Naganohara… though I've only witnessed their work once before during Liyue's Lantern Rite."

From the bright focal blooms to the filler flowers that make a sea of darker hues, it was hard not to feel nostalgic when he looked at the arrangement. From then on the both of you hit it off pretty well, considering his track record - exchanging stories about travels (you went to Liyue every year or so to deliver large shipments) to questions about his hobbies, Wanderer always found it odd that he never found your inquiries too annoying. Maybe it's the way you hold yourself and your straightforward curiosities that charmed him.

Eventually you touched on the topic of new business opportunities now that regulations on the arts have lightened a little. "Perhaps you might even make a living out of your own craft, " You thought aloud to him one day.

"You mean sewing dolls?" Wanderer gave you an odd look. Sure, he's mentioned that he used to be a doll maker when you asked if he had any creative skills, but he hadn't expected you to actually remember that detail. Who would be interested in a toy as useless as that?

It seemed to be a spiteful twist of fate that decided who would enter your shop next; a toyseller you're acquainted with because he liked to keep his shop fresh with new blooms every week. From there, Wanderer was swept along in your rhythm as you managed to arrange a trial session for him to test out his product. Something about a wooden Aranara carving not being very play-friendly, and that cuter designs would probably be more favourable amongst children.

Fast forward to now, where you've been friends for a while and you've finally returned from that research trip - you'd apologised to Wanderer for the trouble before offering to make dinner to make up for it.

Your home doubles as a second office of sorts, less occupied with personal items and moreso with notes of larger projects that you'll have due next month.

Wanderer chooses to ignore the sewing thread that's sticking out from one of your drawers, definitely not related to the doll he once gifted you when you asked to make a trade of crafts - out of curiosity for what this sharp-tongued man could make with his hands, and you were not disappointed. His craftsmanship was delicate but precise, and if he was to be bold enough to make a guess… were you trying to make another doll to give back to him? He'll just leave you to it and pretend to be surprised later.

"Should I help?" He asks as he watches you fish out ingredients in the kitchen. Then a cutting board and knife, and the chopping begins. "I can do that while you worry about cooking over the stove."

"It's fine, I– Ow?!" You curse, dropping the knife as you turn to the sink and run your hand under the water. It takes a moment for him to realise you've cut yourself. "Ugh… I'll be fine, it's just a small cut."

Wanderer is already searching for your first aid kit though, recalling where you placed it the last time you found him with a bruise on his shoulder (it really didn't hurt, but he couldn't exactly explain his puppet background to you without scaring you away).

With a sigh, he tells you to face him and hold still while he applies an ointment to soothe the sting, and quickly wraps up your finger with the gauze. "You shouldn't use a blade if your mind is distracted with something else." He secures it, then starts putting everything away with an efficiency that has you dazed. "I mean, what would happen if you took your entire finger off?"

"I doubt I would manage to do that!" You exclaim, before letting a laugh escape your lips. "Thanks for worrying, though. It's kind of cute to see you fret, but of course I'll be more careful." You reach towards the knife again to pick it up and wash before resuming the dinner prep. "Now let me just–"

"Let's not." Wanderer smoothly steals the item from you, doing it in your stead. "I'd rather not taste blood in my meal, thanks."

In truth, he was just really against the idea of you cutting yourself again, but that doesn't matter when he's hiding this behind his usual quippiness. You make an offended noise, crossing your arms. "My hand slipped one time!"

You forget you're talking to someone who'd drag you to the hospital if you so much as got a cold. "I said I'll do it. Aren't you tired from running around the rainforest all week?"

Your eyes widen. You completely forgot that you wanted to tell him about the trip! Was that why he's been looking at you as if you've forgotten something? "Right, so last week when we first arrived, we…"

…By the time you're done talking, dinner is ready and waiting to be served. Maybe this is what they mean when they say to look out for pretty faces - sharp cunning and even sharper tongues. If Wanderer wasn't so subtly thoughtful at times like these, you might've thought that he hated your guts for real.

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[Kinktober 2022: Forced Fem (18+)]

SukuIta | Jujutsu Kaisen No Curse AU 10-10-2022

Day 10: T̷i̷c̷k̷l̷i̷n̷g | [Forced Fem] | P̷r̷e̷g̷n̷a̷n̷c̷y

Yuji’s apartment building caught fire and due to water damage, he can't stay there until reparation is done. He doesn’t know what he’ll do, until Sukuna suggests living with him, under one condition…

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Yuji was seriously unsure of what he had gotten himself into when accepting this deal with Sukuna.

It all started when a fire happened in his building and, while his own apartment wasn’t affected by the flames, the whole building now had water damage.

His landlord assured him he would still be able to have the room he had after the reparation and renovation were done, but until then…

This had left Yuji with nowhere to really go. He would have asked his two best friends, but he knew it wouldn’t really work.

Nobara was currently living with her girlfriend. It wouldn’t have been a problem living with the couple, the thing was, Maki already had roommates and the place seemed filled with all of them. He didn’t want to add to it anymore.

Megumi would also have been a good option. The young man lived alone after all, but he also live in the next city. Had it been a school break it wouldn’t have been too bad, but he couldn’t afford (he truthfully didn’t want to do) the commute between the city his friend lived into his college or job. Some days he was already finishing late enough, he wasn’t sure there would be trains and buses for him anyway.

He didn’t really dare mention it to his brothers either.

Next thing he’d know, they would be sending enough money for him to live somewhere bigger than he could already afford. He didn’t want to bother them anymore seeing they were already helping pay for college.

This is when Sukuna sweeps in.

He’s an old acquaintance of his, an annoying one at that, but still someone he knows none the least. And somewhat regular client to the café he works at. “So you’re it was your building who caught fire,” Sukuna says when Yuji finishes telling him what was wrong.

“Where did you stay for the two last nights?”.

“I’m doing a group project with someone in one of my classes” Yuji started, “We went to work at their place and they accepted to let me crash on their couch, but I don’t want to bother them anymore”.

“Why don’t you stay at my place until you can move back into yours?” Sukuna suggested as he drank his coffee “No need to help pay for anything, I make enough for that, just need help with chores”.

Yuji then squinted at him, looking suspicious. “What’s the trap” he then asked, knowing this was a little bit /too generous/ coming from Sukuna. It only made him feel a bit more worried about it when Sukuna only grinned, “I do have one condition, but I’m sure you can roll with it, not have much of a choice”.

He seemed to wait a moment for the young man to argue, but when nothing came he smile a little more, leaning forward on the table.

“You’ll have to wear feminine clothing at home~” he stated, grinning even more when Yuji frowned.

But he also forced himself not to refuse immediately. Because did he really have a choice? He didn’t have anywhere else to go without it sounding like inconveniencing people from his department. Plus, it was just clothing, he could roll with it if it was just at home. He doubted Sukuna would force him to walk around in lingerie or something (though he wouldn’t fully bet all his money on that).

“Alright,” Yuji sighed after a while, feeling himself relax a little bit now that he knew he had somewhere to go. Sukuna sure looked pleased with him accepting his offer.

“So, where are your shit right now?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, taking his cup of coffee again to finish it.

“Most of my things stayed at my place in boxes,” Yuji said, “I took valuables and clothing with me, they’re in the back store right now”. Thankfully, his manager had been nice enough to let him leave some of his things here, as long as it wasn’t for too long.

“Your break's nearly over, bring them to me, I’ll get them to my place and you can bring the rest,” Sukuna said, already standing up and ready to follow him.

And this is how Yuji ended up living with Sukuna… while wearing dresses and skirts.

If he had to be honest, at first it wasn’t too bad. He’d just wear whatever Sukuna had for him (he also decided not to ask questions about why these clothes fitted him so well). And he’d had to admit himself, wearing skirts wasn’t so bad too either.

But then as time went on, the more Sukuna seemed to like messing with him. He’d hide the longer skirts and shirt, leaving him in clothing that was way more revealing than he’d like. And every time he’d ask about it they would conveniently be out for cleaning.

But that was okay… he could deal with this kind of teasing.

“Nah you can’t come over tonight” he heard Sukuna say one night as he was preparing them dinner. “Yes, I already have a pretty girl over tonight” Sukuna then replied to the person on the phone, laughing at their reaction, before the call seemed to be ended.

Yuji had turned to him with a raised brow, he didn’t know someone else was coming over. If it was another fuck buddy of Sukuna, he’d just go out and find something to do.

Maybe there were interesting movies at the cinema.

“You should tell me when you bring a girl over,” Yuji says as he turns back to what he was cooking, “I don’t want to hear you having sex again” he then adds.

He still somehow couldn’t get out of his mind all the things Sukuna was telling the other person. Now that he thought about it, it was a bit strange that he had been able to hear him so clearly from the living room.

“No one is coming over” he heard Sukuna laugh, which made him roll his eyes. So he was just lying to not have the person over. “I already have a pretty girl with me” he then heard whispered near his ear, making him jump and shiver at the same time.

Large hands came to hold his waist, feeling hot over his exposed skin since he was wearing a crop top.

Yuji felt a weird type of warmth build up in his guts, making him blush at the words. “I’m not your pretty girl” he snapped back, trying to keep himself from shivering when he heard Sukuna chuckle near his ear, his breath hitting his neck.

“Well, seeing how you dress” he commented, “but it’s true, you’re not my pretty girl” he added. “You are more like my little wife, taking care of the house, dressing up all prettily for me and making me diner” he continued, fingers gently caressing the skin of his hips.

Yuji couldn’t take it anymore, every word he was saying hitting something weird in him and he was scared of that. He ended up pushing Sukuna back a little, still feeling the ghost of his touch even when his hands were not there anymore.

“I’m not your wife either!” he barked back, knowing it probably didn’t sound like much with how flustered he was. Sukuna backed off laughing, clearly amused by his reaction and very satisfied.

And of course, it continued. Suddenly he was now “Sukuna’s little wife” and the man seem to take lots of pleasure in using every feminine term possible with him.

And every time, it would trigger something inside of Yuji.

He was also a lot more touchy than before, always finding ways to put his hands on him in an “innocent” kind of way. Especially when he’d be wearing something that showed his midriff or some of his thighs.

Yuji seriously couldn’t understand what Sukuna liked in seeing a guy crossdressing. He wasn’t even small, soft and cute.

Then one morning, after he finished his shower, he was met with all his underwear being changed for panties.

And this stupid Sukuna wasn’t in the apartment anymore! He tried looking all over the place to find them back, not believing that he would have gone out with them. But he was running late and forced himself to wear panties all day.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it, wondering if people would notice it even though he was wearing jogging and an oversized hoodie. It brought back this weird feeling he’d feel sometime, not believing Sukuna was basically forcing him to wear cute lacy panties around his college campus.

“How was your day” Sukuna dared to ask with a shit-eating grin.

“Normal” Yuji grumbled, ready to go change, hoping his usual underwear would be back in its correct place.

But before he could reach Sukuna’s room, he was trapped against the wall, Sukuna leaning over him. “Did you like my surprise this morning?~” he asked, which only angered Yuji more.

“No, I did not, you asshole!! Where did you put my boxers?!” Yuji asked, before yelping when he felt a hand suddenly grab the hem of his hoodie to lift it up. “Wa-What are you doing?!” he then panicked, trying to stop the hand that was trying to push down his joggings.

“Nothing, just trying if you put my gift to nice use~” Sukuna replied, humming satisfied when he managed to push the pants down enough to show the lacy panties. “They look really pretty on you, Yu-chan~” he whispered near Yuji’s ear, enjoying the way it made the young man blush again.

“I don’t think they do” Yuji replied, a little voice in his head screaming to him that he was lying. He did have a stray thought this morning that they looked good. But he refused to admit it.

“I think they do” Sukuna chuckled, “I think I’ll just confiscate your underwear for now, and let you wear something that suits you better~”.

Yuji wanted to be horrified at the idea, weakly protesting the idea.

But he knew that there would be nothing to do against Sukuna’s will to make his life hell.

So he kept wearing the panties, always feeling a bit embarrassed by them even if he got used to them. Actually, the more time passed, the more used he got to wear them.

And surprisingly, the more he’d sometimes think that maybe, just maybe, he did look good in some of the clothing chosen for him.

The more time passed doing this whole routine, the more it felt like Sukuna’s words were changing him.

The more he’d sometimes even feel a bit excited at the idea of coming home, changing into his dress and skirt and having the man compliment him all night. Although he did his best to push down the reaction it caused in him every time, not wanting for Sukuna to know.

after all, for him, it was probably all just a joke to mock Yuji. He didn’t need to humiliate himself even more by showing him he actually got some pleasure out of it and had ended up liking it.

Then one evening, as Sukuna was still not back from work, Yuji sneaked into his room. He had decided to put on some of the more sexy underwear Sukuna had picked for him, having never really dared try it on.

Something in him felt both weird a happy that he found them fitted him well.

Then he decided to put on one of the shorter skirts he never wore. Simply bending over was enough to flash everyone, he really didn’t know what sukuna had thought buying this knowing he’d never wear it.

At least, not until now.

He found one of the long-sleeved shirts that left his shoulder uncovered and stuck to his body perfectly. Even this shirt would leave some of his midriff exposed, something that Sukuna seemed to particularly like.

He could nearly feel the memory of the caress he’d tease him with.

It made him shiver a little bit, shaking his head in an attempt to push away those memories. He then found some thigh-high black socks, putting them on. Then he went back to the mirror, looking himself over.

He couldn’t help himself but think he did look kind of sexy in those clothes, moving around a little bit. He could nearly hear what Sukuna would comment if he was here with him, “Look at you, all pretty and sexy just for me~ Should I reward my pretty girl for doing all this work for me?”.

The imaginary commentary made him bite his lips, squeezing his leg a little bit as he dick seemed to also enjoy the scenario in his mind.

He couldn’t help looking away, trying to calm down this weird excitement.

This made him see the hoodie left on Sukuna’s bed, making him pause for a moment. The man wouldn’t know if he put it on, would he? He’d just need to put it back on the bed.

So he grabbed it, put it on and went back to the mirror. Sukuna was a bit taller and bigger than him, so it looked pretty oversized on him. The bottom hem of it went to the middle of his thigh, covering the skirt fully.

‘I look like a girlfriend who stole her boyfriend’s hoodie’ he then thought, only to get flustered that he had just compared himself to a girl again.

But he really liked how it looked on him, with the socks too.

It made him feel warm and he was pretty sure it hadn’t been cleaned yet so it still smelled like Sukuna. This only made him feel even more excited than before. He was pretty sure he was getting hard from all this.

But it was okay, he was alone and could take care of this before Sukuna would be back.

So he closed his eyes, bringing some of the hoodies closer to his face, breathing in the scent. As he thought, it still smelled of Sukuna. He wasn’t a big fan of the smell of cigarettes, but the cologne he seemed to use overpowered it enough that it wasn’t so bad. He remembered having smelled it when Sukuna would stay close to him.

It felt like having the man all around him, making him feel good.

As much as he always seemed annoyed with Sukuna, having him close felt safe in a way. Now it felt like he was all around him.

When he opened his eyes again, letting go of the hoodie a little too, he froze when he saw his reflection, growing suddenly very red in the face.

Sukuna was standing right behind him.

He was ready to bolt away, but strong arms snaked around him, pulling him back against Sukuna instead. “What a naughty girl you are” he whispered into his ear, looking at him through the mirror, “Sneaking into my room to steal my hoodie” he chuckled.

Then one of his hands slowly made its way down, caressing his exposed thigh, then going back up again. This made Yuji shake a little bit, trying to grab his wrist to stop him. “I-it’s not like that” he tried to argue.

“But you sure seemed to be enjoying yourself when burying your face in my hoodie” he pointed out, hand finally lifting up the hoodie to show what he was wearing under it. “You were even playing dress up without me” he added.

The hand still around his middle kept the hem higher, the hand dipping down again, running over the pretty skirt. He did stop when he seemingly felt something interesting through it.

Yuji tried to keep in the moan that wanted to escape his lips when Sukuna started teasing the growing bulge through the fabric of the skirt. He was too embarrassed to look at himself through the mirror, feeling his legs weak under him.

“You were even having fun all by yourself” Sukuna pouted playfully, “You should have waited for me, I’ll gladly make you feel good” he grinned. Then Yuji yelped when he was suddenly swooped off his feet, instinctively wrapping his arms around Sukuna as he was being carried.

He was thrown onto the bed, Sukuna soon climbing over him, not leaving time nor space to run away. “My pretty girl should be punished when she’s being naughty, don’t you think?” he grinned, hand now sneaking under the skirt.

He didn’t wait for anything to start rubbing his erection through the panties, clearly enjoying the way Yuji was trying to keep in his moan and whimper. Yet he couldn’t stop the way his hips were pushing up against his hand, trying to get more friction.

“You look so pretty like this” Sukuna said quietly near his ear, kissing his neck, “getting all needy after only a couple of touches” he chuckled. Yuji could feel him sucking and biting at his skin, knowing it would leave marks later.

He should probably stop him, but something in him felt really excited at the idea of being marked by Sukuna.

“You want to be a good girl for me, right?” Sukuna then asked, hand stopping its movement, instead forcing his hips down so he couldn’t move.

Yuji couldn’t help the quiet whine that escaped him at the touch of his dick going away.

“Y-yes” Yuji replied quietly, not meeting his eyes.

“Yes, what?” Sukuna asked, a smirk on his lips.

“Yes… I-I want to be yo-your good girl” Yuji managed to reply after a moment of biting his lips, feeling his face heating up again at saying it out loud. He may have thought it earlier in his fantasy, but he never said it aloud.

“Of course, you would” Sukuna hums, “Then you’ll do something for me” he grinned.

Yuji was both excited and curious about what he wanted him to do. Yet he didn’t tell him yet, instead getting rid of the hoodie and shirt he was wearing, making him shiver a little at the air hitting his exposed skin. He had started to boil in that hoodie.

He had then manhandled by Sukuna who sat on the edge of the bed, Yuji now straddling one of his thighs. “You want to be a good girl for me right?” he repeated, hands on his waist forcing him to sit down on his leg, “Then I want you to cum for me~” he stated.

Yuji nodded at his words, feeling like this was pretty much all he wanted right now anyway. he had made a move to use his hand, only for them to be firmly grabbed by Sukuna.

“No hands~” he said, “But if you need your hands to be busy, you can lift the em of your skirt so we can see everything well” he smiled.

Yuji bite his lips at this, hesitating a little bit. This was already going farther than he thought he’d ever go, but the idea of just watching himself grind on Sukuna’s thigh was a bit much. Yet he also really wanted to get off. ‘And be called a good girl again�� something in him whispered.

So with slightly shaky hands, he lifted his skirt up, exposing his leaking cock to Sukuna, somehow still trapped inside the panties. It made him blush, feeling like he must be looking so slutty with such sexy underwear on too.

“You look really pretty like this” Sukuna commented, hands on his waist slowly going up, caressing his skin. This did encourage Yuji to start moving a little bit.

At first, he was humping against him more shyly and slowly, but soon it showed to not be enough. So he tried going harder and faster, whimpering and moaning at the pleasure he was able to get out of this.

He did feel a bit surprised when Sukuna started playing with his nipples. It wasn’t quite pleasurable, but it sure didn’t feel bad either.

After a while, Yuji’s movements were more disorganised, feeling desperate for release. And he could finally feel it coming, making him even more frantic in his movement, humping harder into his leg.

When he came he did so pretty hard, feeling his legs spasm as his hips still moved a little bit. He still managed to keep the skirt lifted up, although he ended up leaning forwards, hiding against Sukuna as he gasped for air.

As he was slowly coming back to earth he realised Sukuna had wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close to his chest. He could feel the kisses being placed on his face and neck, things along the line of “You were such a good girl” being whispered to him.

Yuji felt like he couldn’t come back from whatever had just happened right now. He just knew it would never be the same again, especially with Sukuna. And somehow, he thought it wasn’t so bad, actually. He didn’t mind being Sukuna’s little wife.

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(Forced Fem turned not so forced fem. Sukuna gained himself a little wife And he shall take good care of this little wife)

Original - AO3

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