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chtwoo · 7 months ago

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someone just said 'imagine sitting on sunday's lap while he plays the piano' on tiktok..

so then.. mdni , fingering (gosh i have a thing for fingers.. sorry.) , pet names . overstimulated-ish? cum eating (sunday licks you off like a good boy 🧎🏽‍♀️) .

just imagine you purposely put up a nice little dress, all dolled up for him and then decides to go to where the room was filled with piano keys, playing such heavenly rhythms that reached to your ears while on your way

as the door creaks when you open it, revealed the Sunday focused on the movements of his fingers smoothly presses along the keys and played whatever was he feeling. his body moves along too, seemingly enjoying the sound

the echoes of your heels in the room took his attention, and it made him pause on a few keys as he turned his head around, only to see you in a light blue silky dress that practically reached above your knees, hair sat prettily on your shoulders (if you have long hair!). best to say, he's surprised to see you

"is there something bothering you?" he asks, dropping his hands on his lap as he smiles warmly at you, turning his body slightly to the side to make you feel welcome

"no, just wanted to see my lover." you respond with a smile back

sunday patted his lap, then opening his embrace wide for you. he continued to smile warmly, looking through you so intently

"i'll play you a little something." he says

and as you take a few more steps to him, sliding your palm down your dress from behind, you prettily prop down to his lap on one thigh. politely place your hand on your own lap as his arm rounded around your waist gently

"pretty girl like you deserves a private show." he utters as his hands reached to the piano and presses a few keys to start the unnamed song

his eyes focuses on the piano's keys, whilst smiling a little knowing the song is dedicated to you, you only

the rhythm danced its way to your ear so perfectly, you couldn't stop looking at him. it all sounded, and looked so divine as if he was a gifted child from the heaven. his eyes closed for mere second giving that he's enjoying every single sound that is coming from his own fingers tapping against the piano

his perfect expressions when he presses the right notes, the little scrunch of his nose and slightly opened lips. it all carved into your mind now, and seeing it up front just makes it better

and when he hits the last note, his eyes were closed before he lets go of it and looks at you

"sounds just like you. exquisite." he smiles, his hand snakes around your waist as he kept you close

you couldn't help but to laugh softly at him, leaning to the crook of his neck in search for comfort

"and what's with the.. eye-catching dress, love?" he asks, his gloved hand trails down to your exposed thigh due to sitting on him

"i just wanted to try it out. is it not pleasing?" you say whilst frowning. sunday couldn't see it, but he can tell by your tone

you glance down on his hand, gently caressing and squeezing your delicate exposed skin. while holding your heavy breath and only exhaling a small amount, you can't help but to cling to his shoulder

"i'm wicked. you're so beautiful." he utters, then shifting your place by your thighs, turning you completely facing him as your back presses against the piano's cover. his moves were smooth and quick, you didn't even catch a sight of him closing it

when you're completely propped on his lap, making the hem of your dress rides up to your thigh, he was pleased to see this. i mean, more than pleased

"i must say.. you've driven me to the edge.. so pretty." his voice low, ringing into your ears like a song

"so i do look good." you say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders loosely as your faces were inches away that you could even feel his hot breath and light chuckles

"love.. you're gorgeous either way." his hand slides up to your dress, teasing your skin as he runs his palm up and down near your inner thigh

the contact makes you shiver under him, breathing heavily and shakily when you fell to his neck and close your eyes

"defeated, already? all i did was touching you."

that's the point, his delicate hand just knows how to work itself out. then attempting to hook on the laced panties under the fabric, teasingly trace the tip of his gloved fingers till it reached to the desired place

sunday traces his finger lower, slowly. till it reaches to your slightly wet folds. his gloved fingers would probably not notice it, but the kore he touches you and the more you wet your panties, then he would probably feel the liquid

"i don't know what came into your head to be wearing this.. and seeing me while i'm on some business..? you know what you did." sunday whispers, holding you close by the lower back as the other hand rubs against your clothes cunt

"i think you want this so bad." he then slides his hand into your panties, fingers lay just on your heated, wet cunt. "is this it? hm? is this what you've been thinking?" he enters one finger, not bothering to let go of his glove anymore

he pumps his finger in and out making you whimper hot against his neck. loving the small, petite moans of yours. he lovingly holds you close to his chest, while his hand rutted in your cunt desperately

"sunday.. more, p— please.." you pleaded. his name that came out of your dirty mouth makes him obey to you, sliding in one more finger wanting to hear your moans a little louder this time.

"is this enough? am i making you feel like how you should?" he says innocently. head lowered down to yours as he kisses the side of your face so lovingly.

you nod desperately, hips bouncing slightly on his fingers to match his pace. his slender fingers pumped heavenly inside you, scissoring and wiggling it to add more pleasure. he loves your moans, the way you hold on tight to his shoulders, and the way you move your hips to ride his finger deeper into your own cunt.

he loves it, when you finally reached to the climax and creamed all over his gloved fingers. when he pull out his fingers slightly and only keeping the tip of his fingers in, the white liquids drop to his glove, down to his palm slowly.

oh how sweet that was, your tired state clinging onto his shoulders. he proceeds to caress your cunt gently, watching as the cream flows out little by little as you shakily and quietly moaned at the contact.

then, he pulled you away from his neck, making you watch him bring his own hand to his lips, licking off your white stuff. the sight of him, the way he maintained the eye contact with you as his mouth made sloppy noises as he consumed all your sweet liquid.

"did you eat healthy these days? you taste so good." it satisfies him. now he slides off both his gloves and place it behind you on the piano's cover.

hands reaching down to his own pants as he starts unbuckling his belt, unzipping the pants and revealing his hella big bulge coming from his boxers.

"care to give me some of that irresistible lips?"

guys im going totally insane hes not coming home..

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chtwoo · 7 months ago

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FOR HIS HEART CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!

in which — dan feng can’t imagine a life without you. so even when death takes your hand, he'll hold on to your other and do anything to get you back in his embrace, no matter the consequences.

pairing — dan f/heng x gn!reader

wc: 2.5k, lovers to enemies, you both are lowkey bad with feelings LOL, i lied when i said there's an alternative ending for hurt/comfort enjoyers, now suffer. (reblogs w comments are appreciated, pls enjoy <3) ps. dividers aren't working cus tumblr is being mean to me so using dashes instead ARRHGHGHG

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lying in your shared bed, your breathing grows increasingly shallow, your hands tremble uncontrollably, signaling another episode of your deteriorating condition. the dim, cold room feels oppressive as you catch the distant echoes of the best physicians from all around xianzhou, their hurried steps reverberating against the walls as they hasten to your side.

dan feng tightens his grip on your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his expression etched with concern. the smell of herbal remedies and the sharp scent of sickness fills the air, mingling with the mustiness of the stone walls; a familiar sense of dread washes over you as you struggle with each breath.

his brows are furrowed, and his lips are pressed into a thin line, his knuckles turning white from the tightness of his grip on your hands. the pressure is so intense that it almost hurts —almost, but not quite enough to cause you (more) pain. he would never hurt you, not even over his own grave.

despite the best efforts of your personal caregivers, the limitations of medical knowledge, and the uncertainty of your treatments are harsh realities you have to face. it fills him with anguish to witness your episodes almost daily —suddenly collapsing in his arms, gasping for breath; moments like these are where he feels like he's standing right beside your deathbed, desperately hoping for signs of improvement each time you open your eyes again.

it kills him that there's nothing he can do but watch over you, he watches as you waste away before his eyes, feeling a piece of himself wither away in tandem.

dan feng’s eyes search yours the moment you regain consciousness, the doctors respectfully step back, bowing before hurriedly exiting the room. his heart breaks into a million pieces when he sees your eyes that were once bright with joy, now clouded with tears. the sight pierces through him, stirring a deep ache in his chest.

"dan feng," you whisper hoarsely, your voice fragile with pain. “it hurts, it hurts so much…” he presses a soft kiss against your entwined hand, his touch a soothing balm amidst the storm raging within him. “don’t worry,” he murmurs softly, “i’ll make it go away soon, i swear.”

“thank you.. but promise me, if i don't make it, you'll find a way to move on.” you manage a weak smile through the pain. his eyes glisten with unshed tears, he shakes his head slightly, "i won’t let that happen."

of course he won’t. you were the kindest, most lovely soul before this godforsaken unknown illness with no definitive cure stole your life away; he sees your smile slowly losing its radiance, and your eyes dulling as each day passes.

“this body… it’s useless, i’m useless. i’m sorry, i—” dan feng places a finger against your lips. his touch tender yet firm, stopping your words. "don't say that," his voice choking with emotion. "you're not useless, in fact you're the strongest person i know."

hearing you utter such self loathing words is like a dagger twisting in his heart, tipping him over the edge. you, who have always been his anchor in life's turbulent seas, slipping away feels like fragile glass shattering into countless shards, leaving him scattered and irreparable, each piece cutting deeper into his core with every breath.

he can't face the idea of losing you. it destroys him from within, even more so now that time is running out. but he won’t let anyone else have you, not even the cold hands of death. for you, he’s willing to pay any price, even if it means he has to break the highest laws of xianzhou.

—

you wake up feeling unusually energized, a stark contrast to the persistent aches and pains that have haunted you for so long. as you sit up, the familiar discomforts are no longer present, instead replaced by an almost surreal sense of vitality.

but something feels strangely off, an unsettling sensation gnawing at the edges of your awareness. your eyes dart around the room, frantically searching for your boyfriend’s presence; he has never left your side without a word (his protectiveness wouldn't allow it anyway), especially not for this long.

panic flares as you look down at your body. the surgical wounds that once marked your skin have vanished without a trace. your breath catches in your throat as you run your fingers over the smooth, unblemished surface where scars should be.

you push back the covers and swing your legs over the side of the bed, struggling to piece together what could have happened.

where is dan feng? is he in trouble? and, why do you feel so... alive?

then, a chilling realisation dawns on you. you try to shake the thought from your mind, but no matter how hard you try, you aren’t able to find any other explanation that fits your condition. as the high elder, dan feng should know better than anyone that such an act is a sin —a disgrace...

the truth begins to settle in, he really did sacrifice everything to grant you immortality.

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“you’re literally the high elder for god's sake, what have you done?!” you exclaim, your voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and anger.

dan feng's expression is pained as he meets your gaze, his own eyes filled with a desperate resolve. “i’m only trying to help you. you don’t understand, i—”

“help me?” you cut in sharply, scoffing. “you betrayed xianzhou! you betrayed me. i was ready to let go, so why?”

he reaches out to you, his hand stopping, and hovering in mid air as if unsure whether to touch you. "i can't bear to lose you," he confesses, his voice barely a whisper. "i can’t just stand by and watch you suffer when i have the power to save you."

tears well up in your eyes, the room feels suffocatingly small as you stand in front of him. for the first time, you find yourself on opposite sides of the battlefield, the weight of his transgression hangs heavy between you, tearing apart everything you once knew.

“by defying everything we stand for?” you choke out, your words laced with venom. “do you realise just what you’ve done?” he takes a step closer, his face etching with anguish. "i know i’ve made a grave mistake." he admits, “but will you believe me if i say that i didn’t regret it one bit?”

“how can you do all this… for love?” your eyes search his for answers that seem unfathomable. “no, my dear, for you.” he steps closer, his breath warm against your skin, gaze locking onto yours with an almost desperate intensity.

"but how can i ever love you again after this?" you whisper, your voice trembling. his heart shatters at how your eyes taint with fear and betrayal, the sight wrapping around his chest like a vice. the mere thought of losing you, of seeing you banished because of his desperation, is a torment he can hardly bear —but now one that he has to face.

"if you can't accept what i've done, i'll grant your wish, whatever it is.” he murmurs. “for you, i’m willing to pay any price."

though when bound in chains, his title of high elder does little to shield him from the repercussions of breaking the sacred laws. he’s taken away; his fate sealed by the very rules he broke. and you, the one he tried to save, find yourself exiled, cast out for the sin you never chose.

as you wander, lost and alone, the realisation of what he gave up for you lingers, a bittersweet reminder of his love that defied everything, yet cost you both so much.

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the land of xianzhou is something dan heng is strangely familiar with; he walks through the maze of narrow alleys and crowded squares, every corner seems to whisper fragments of memories long buried.

“dan heng! look, isn’t this so cool?!” the excited voice of a pink haired girl reaches his ears. her eyes sparkle with enthusiasm as she animatedly gestures towards a nearby market stall with hand-carved trinkets. she continues to gush over the intricate designs while holding the hand of her grey haired companion, eagerly dragging them towards the stall.

his eyes follows them as their silhouette grows smaller and smaller, eventually disappearing amidst the crowd. just then, another figure in the distance catches his attention.

it’s a brief glimpse, a fleeting moment where your eyes meet across the street. perhaps it's your mannerisms, your familiar gestures, or simply the way you carry yourself —whatever it is, it stirs a rush of adrenaline, a sense of déjà vu that he can’t quite shake.

dan heng pushes through the bustling throng, eyes darting frantically in search of you. the world blurs around him as he focuses solely on catching another glimpse of you; he spots you slipping into a narrow alleyway, and without hesitation, he follows.

the noise of the market fades into a distant hum as his footsteps echo softly against the alley walls. he turns a corner and sees you up ahead, your figure outlined by the dim light filtering through cracks in the buildings.

you soon reach a dead end, but as you turn to leave, you bump into someone’s chest. the world seems to stand still for a moment, dan heng's breath catches in his throat as he looks down at you. although your face is partially obscured by a thin veil, your features are still discernible.

“oh? it seems you still remember me.” you finally meet his gaze. those eyes he cherished so dearly still hold a spark of life. “[name]?” he murmurs, the sound of your name still so intimate on his lips after many years.

“you haven’t changed one bit.” he reaches out to gently push the veil covering your face aside. a flood of memories rushes through his mind, one a sharp pang in his heart. seeing you again triggers a vivid recollection of the exact place and position you were in years ago, a memory that stings to recall.

“i wonder whose fault it is?” you tilt your head, if only he knew the trouble you went through to find him again; given that goodbyes were never exchanged between you, it seems fitting to offer one now.

before he can say a word, you swiftly grab his collar and wedge him firmly against the wall. he doesn’t resist even when he feels the cold sharp edge of your dagger pressing against his throat, his gaze still fixing firmly on yours.

"have you ever felt remorse?" you lean closer into him, your voice is barely audible through your gritted teeth. he ignores your question; unexpectedly, he grips your hand, dragging the blade down to his chest, positioning the point directly over his heart.

"as long as my blood is on your hands, go ahead, do it." he whispers, his voice steady despite the tension. "my heart has always been yours anyway." his eyes bore into yours as if daring you to follow through.

his grip on your hand tightens, urging you closer. "and if this is what it takes to ease your pain, then i'm ready."

"...what? you must be out of your mind if you think this way of making amends will work." your disbelief is clear in your voice; you try to shake his hand away, but he refuses to budge.

dan feng couldn’t imagine a life without you, so when death takes your hand, he holds on to your other —and finds you again as dan heng. even as he gets on his knees and begs for your forgiveness, he still holds on to your hand as tightly as he can, afraid that any moment you might slip through his fingers.

“i’m sorry, i just couldn’t accept the thought of you leaving me.” and i still can’t, so please don’t leave me again.

you feel your willpower wavering, his very being melting away at your resolve. it's too much to bear, and you feel yourself slipping under the weight of his words. even still, you find yourself struggling to deny him. to deny yourself. to deny your own feelings.

you fight the urge to simply give in, torn between the desire to just let go and fall into the sweet oblivion of his embrace, and the fear of getting sucked back into a cycle of destruction and pain. the weight of all that history, all those memories of your bittersweet love, it's overwhelming, nearly crushing.

“i know.” your heart aches, but you still deny the crave of the comfort of his arms. “and you’re not wrong,” the dagger clatters to the ground, the metallic sound echoing through the alleyway.

“your heart is mine.” you push the veil to cover your face, placing your hands on his shoulder, leaning in. the cool silk brush against his parted lips, and oh… he’s been waiting so, so long for this moment.

though you pull away just as he comes to his senses. for the first time in years, he sees your smile again —the same smile that first captivated him, the one he had cherished and sought to preserve over the years.

"remember the wish you owe me?" he nods, unable to find words. the memory of his promise resurfaces with startling clarity, his mind racing with the possibilities of what you might ask for.

—

dan heng looks in the dagger's reflection; a dishevelled and broken man stares back.

the cold metal digs deep into his palm, the sharp edge slicing into his skin. in that moment, he wants nothing more than to be free of it, than to plunge the blade into his own heart. he feels the pain all over again, the pain of not being able to hold you, to touch you, to be with you.

for he knows that no matter how tightly he grips the dagger, it will never be the same as holding your hand. he knows that no matter how deeply it cuts into his flesh, it will never feel the same as holding you close.

“i wish i never loved you.” your words echo painfully in his mind. “and i hope we never cross paths again. goodbye, dan feng.” he releases the dagger with a sudden twist of his arm.

if choosing you over xianzhou was wrong, then consider him a sinner, and if loving you this much is his downfall, then consider him already on his knees.

but was it worth everything? was it worth it to see the look of utter desperation on his face? was it worth it to see him break apart in front of you? you feel only resentment and satisfaction; you made him feel what you wanted him to feel, you made him suffer for you.

the blade falls from his grasp, he stands amidst the shards of shattered illusions; the pain of your absence cuts deeper than any blade ever could.

perhaps in another lifetime, he can find you again.

for now, he honors your wish and only watches as you live on from the sidelines, yearning to be a part of your life again, even if only in his thoughts and dreams. he remains steadfast in his longing, a silent witness to the unspoken ache that lingers in the wake of your parting words.

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author's notes!! (my line of thought when writing this lul)

1. you made him suffer for you. -> irony. vengeance. he made you suffer BECAUSE of him granting you immortality. 2. dragging the blade down to his chest, positioning the point directly over his heart. = "my heart has always been yours anyway." -> which reader says with “your heart is mine.” 3. “and i hope we never cross paths again. goodbye, dan feng.” -> reader refers to dan heng as dan feng, i wonder what that means. 4. perhaps in another lifetime, he can find you again. -> you're both evil asf ngl, yes he will find you, you can't die aka you can't leave (him). ^ the only reason why he doesn't keep pursuing u now is cus he promised to grant your wish which is "to never cross paths again". (wow, he's such a man of his words.) 5. reader kisses dh over the veil, deliberately denying him the satisfaction of any intimacy. can be seen as a form of "punishment", leaving him yearning for more.

ty for reading xx for each reblog i will write 100 words for pt2 /j (BUT DO REBLOG IF U ENJOYED!! and it might not be a slash jay after all heuehehheh)

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