#Grey Glass Vase

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Surprise! (3)

Drew Starkey x fem!singer!reader

Summary: reader and Drew celebrate the release of the ‘Perfume’ music video!

Warnings: fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), praise, swearing, male masturbation, dirty talk, missionary position, sex on couch, daddy kink, protective piv sex, boob worship (?), drinking wine, fangirling

Part one, part two, part four

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Two weeks had went by.

Two long, busy weeks of you not hearing much from Drew, other than the promotions and photo stills you would send him.

It was finally the release day, and within 18 hours, the video had already reached 200 million views.

You were currently sitting on your light grey couch, flicking through Netflix movies when your phone buzzed with a notification.

Drew Starkey: Hey, congrats on the success of the video. I’m still very honored you wanted me to he apart of it. You still down to celebrate?

Oh.

In all honesty you were expecting Drew to stop talking to you after the shoot.

But within those two weeks, you were both extremely busy, so reaching out was hard.

That didn’t mean you two didn’t text at all, it was just two or three messages a day.

Drew was notorious for being a bad texter, not to mention how filled up his schedule was.

So you never took it to heart. Or, at least tried.

But seeing the notification that he actually still wanted to hang out, wanted to celebrate with you…

Your User: hi, thank you so much! i’m still so happy and grateful you said yes <33

Your User: and yes i’m still down to celebrate!! when are you free?

Maybe the double texting was too much, but you were already a glass of wine in, and texting your celebrity crush.

To your surprise, he replied pretty quickly.

Drew Starkey: I’m actually free rn surprisingly, are you?

Oh.

You were in fact free, but ready was the better question.

No, you were not ready to see Drew fucking Starkey, especially looking like how you were currently dressed.

Only wearing sweatpants, a shirt that is three sizes too big, fuzzy socks, and no bra was not exactly presentable to meet the love of your life.

Your User: yes, but i look absolutely horrible rn

Again, another quick response.

Drew Starkey: I doubt that. Can I come see you?

You typed out a message.

Your User: CNEOSHWOSHEODNEOWHSOWBSIFBEOSBAJDBDKDHOSBSKSBDJSHS😜✊👍😜🤭🔥🫶😩

That was what you really wanted to reply with, but instead went for something more nonchalant.

Your User: yeah, you want my address?

It was never good to share your address to anyone online, especially after only meeting in person twice.

But it was Drew Starkey. You would send anything to that man, no questions asked.

Drew Starkey: Yes please

You had spent the last 30 minutes frantically cleaning your apartment. Not that it was a complete mess, but you did want it to be cleaner than what it was.

A soft knock on your door was heard, heart pounding in your chest, hands shaking with nervousness.

Peeking through the peephole, seeing his familiar face was enough to make you almost back out.

Why did you have to be so fucking nervous? He was just a man.

Your fingers unlocked the door, opening it gently.

“Hey, Y/n.” Drew smiled warmly at you, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi… come on in.” You grinned back, trying to hide the feeling in your chest.

Drew’s long legs guide him inside the apartment and he takes a second to look around.

It was cozy, and definitely you.

“I got these f’you.” He hums, holding out the flowers.

“Oh, these are my favorite flowers, Drew… you didn’t have to do that.” You awed, taking the bouquet as he practically handed it to you.

He knew they were your favorite flowers. He might have looked up y/n l/n’s favorite flower onto Google. Not that he would ever admit that, though.

“Really? Damn, lucky pick, I guess.” He chuckled, scratching the side of his neck a little sheepishly.

Putting the flowers in a vase, you realized that he was wearing sweats and a hoodie. It was 10:23pm on a Friday, and clearly you two were appreciating a night off.

It made you feel better about your outfit.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink? I have white or red wine, beer, vodka, soda, water…” You trailed off your options.

“What’re you drinking?” He hummed.

You nodded over to the coffee table, an open bottle of wine with a half filled glass on it.

“Wine.”

“I’ll just have some of that, then.” Drew murmurs.

You grabbed another wine glass and walked over to the couch, hearing his feet behind you.

Sitting down on the couch, you got all comfortable underneath the blanket again, then reached over to pour him a glass of wine.

“Cheers, to the success of ‘Perfume’, and to you.” Drew says softly, holding his glass out for you to clink.

Feeling your face grow a bit warm, you tapped your glass with his.

“Cheers to you being amazing.” You took a sip of the wine, your eyes locked onto his blue ones.

“You have a nice apartment, by the way. Forgot to say that.” He hums.

“Thank you, I wanted to make it as cozy as possible for those rare times I am at home.” You explain.

"Yeah, I get that. Life nowadays is just so hectic." He agrees, blue eyes trailing over your face, as if committing each feature to memory.

"Well, yeah. You're all big and famous now," you tease.

He chuckles sheepishly, his large hand running along the back of his head.

"You have any big plans coming up?" He asked you.

"Yeah, actually. I'm supposed to be preforming at the iHeartRadio Jingle Ball festival in a week," you nod.

"Really? Damn. That beats me, then." He joked.

"What do you have coming up?" You questioned.

"Variety is going to have Harris Dickinson and I do that Actors on Actors interview thing."

"Yeah? That sounds fun," you hummed.

The two of you spent an hour and a half talking about life, success, and just got to know each other.

You both finished the bottle of wine and were now onto your second bottle, the two of you tipsy as you giggled on the couch.

Your body felt warm and you weren't completely sure if it was from the alcohol or the fact that a beautiful man was sitting a foot away from you on your own couch.

Drew felt the same, and one specific joke you made had him laughing a little too hard. His eyes creased in the corner as he smiled, those pretty dimples on display.

But when his large hand went to rest on your knee, the wine in your system completely fought off your anxiety, making you more relaxed.

You found yourself leaning into his touch, your hand resting atop of his.

"Your laugh is so cute, Drew," you murmured.

"Yeah? You're cute," he responded.

You bit your lip, eyes locked onto his. "Is that the alcohol talking or you?"

He grinned, shaking his head.

"That's me talking."

Oh.

"You're sweet..." you trailed off, trying to ignore how butterflies filled your belly.

He just hummed, a comfortable, tension-filled silence falling between you two.

"So, you really had a crush on me for four years?" He teased, squeezing your knee a little.

"Oh, god. We're back at this now, huh?" You grumbled in embarrassment, although there was no real malice behind your tone.

He smirked, licking his lips. "We never left it."

"I certainly did."

"Yeah? You don't have a crush on me anymore?" He murmured, the playful tone in his voice making your stomach turn more.

"I didn't say that...." you trailed off, picking at the extra skin near your nails.

His eyes trail over your form again, taking in every inch of you he can see that's not hidden by the blanket on your lap.

"Hm? Sorry, I didn't hear you."

You rolled your eyes, face hot. "I'm sure you didn't."

He laughed, scooting a little closer to you so your legs were touching.

"'m just fucking with you," he said softly.

"I know..." you glanced over at him, eyes instinctively falling down to his pretty lips.

It had been too long since you felt them on you.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the boost of confidence Drew had gotten, but he slowly leaned in, his free hand going to run his index finger and thumb on your chin.

"Is this okay?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah... yes..." you breathed out shakily, heart racing.

He hummed, gently connecting your lips to his own.

Feeling that familiar, addictive spark when his skin touched yours. You immediately kissed back, your left hand going to cup his jaw.

Kissing. You were kissing Drew fucking Starkey. And it wasn't for work, wasn't for cameras. He kissed you first.

Within moments, he was laying you back on the light grey couch, the fluffy blanket being left abandoned on the floor.

His tongue was in your mouth, sculpted body hovering over yours. Your thighs were spread for him to nestle in between, left hand still cupping his strong jaw, right hand in that soft brown hair.

On instinct you pulled a little on the strands, making him grunt into your mouth. He disconnected your lips, trailing sloppy, needy kisses down your jaw and neck.

Chests pressed together, it was as if you two couldn't get any closer.

"Mhmm... Drew..." you whimpered softly when he nipped at the skin of your pulse point.

"Yeah? That feel nice, sweet girl?" He murmured, voice muffled from his attention on your neck.

You nodded, legs squeezing him in between your body.

"Can I take your shirt off, baby?" He asked, not wanting to do anything you weren't desiring.

"Please.." you breathed out, heart racing, stomach flipping.

His large hand slipped the oversized fabric off and over your head, a small whine leaving him when he saw your pretty tits.

"Fuck, Y/n... you been hiding these from me?" He mumbled teasingly, continuing his line of kisses and nibbles down your collarbone, in between the valley of your breasts.

"All you needed to do was ask," you panted. Your back instinctively arched up, your chest needing some attention from his warm mouth.

He groaned at your answer, moving slightly down your body until he was eye level with your hard nipples. He swirled his tongue around the bud, blue eyes locked on your face when he sucked your nipple into his mouth.

Your body jolted a little, making him hold your side with his left hand, his right hand massaging the other stiffened bud.

He switched sides after a few moments, relishing in the sounds of your pretty moans and pants.

But something else was throbbing and aching, desperately needing his attention.

"Drew," you whined.

"Hmm?" He hummed, still worshipping your boobs.

"Need you."

"Yeah?" He cooed, reluctantly disconnecting his mouth from your right nipple as he continued to kiss down your stomach.

You nod, breathing short and needy. He got to the waistband of your sweatpants, looking back up at you.

"You can take those off too." You gave permission, already knowing what the man was going to ask.

He wasted no time in slipping the fabric down your legs, readjusting so his face was in between your spread thighs.

"Look how you ruined these panties, pretty girl... you're so needy f'me, huh?" He murmured softly.

All you could do was whine when he pressed a tender kiss to your clothed clit, the fabric absolutely soaked. It had been way too long since you'd had sex.

His large hand slid the fabric down your thighs, leaving you completely bare for him.

"So beautiful, baby. So beautiful..." he muttered, talking more to himself than you.

Your legs twitched when he flicked his tongue against your clit, hands digging in his hair.

"Drew--"

"I know, baby. Let daddy eat this pretty pussy, yeah? Just sit back and relax."

A needy whimper left your mouth, but you didn't respond. Not that you could, as he licked a stripe from your pulsating hole to the top of your clit.

He hoisted your thighs over his broad shoulders, moaning a little at your taste. His movements became more eager, beginning to lap at your cunt like a starved man.

Right hand in his hair, left hand gripping the couch. Your eyes rolled back, hips bucking up towards his face.

He made a grunt directly into your clit, another jolt of pleasure going into your body.

"Daddy... fuck..."

His piercing blue eyes were feeding off of your facial expressions, his cock throbbing in his own sweats.

He slipped two fingers into your cunt, focusing his mouth on your clit. His left hand slid down his own pants, beginning to palm his cock through his boxers.

"Yeah? Is daddy making you feel good, sweet girl?" He coos, whining a little as his own hips buck on the couch, desperate for more friction.

His noise and hips bucking made your cunt clench around his fingers, as if trying to pull him in deeper.

The knot in your stomach was already forming, almost embarrassing how quickly he turned you into a mess.

Legs trembling over his shoulders, hips rocking against his face and chin. You couldn't even announce you were coming, mind fuzzy from the pleasure.

He hummed when he noticed you releasing, continuing to lap up all your juices as he came in his pants.

When your body calmed down, he pulled away from your pussy and kneeled in between your legs.

He peeled his own hoodie off, revealing that perfect, toned body of his again. Your eyes drank in the sight, licking your lips.

“You’re so hot, Drew…” you murmured.

His ears were ringing, need coursing through his veins as he slipped off his sweats and boxers.

You had to physically hold back a gasp when you saw his cock for the first time.

People had always written it differently in all those guilty pleasure Rafe Cameron fanfics you would read when you couldn’t sleep.

But seeing it in person was just a whole new experience.

It was long and thick, which was to be expected. The man radiated big dick energy.

Pretty mushroom tip that was still leaking, his pubic hair slightly fuzzy as if he hadn’t shaved it in a week.

“Holy shit…”

“Mhm? Better than you imagined?” He asked teasingly, a smirk on his face as he grabbed a condom from his wallet.

You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes, a small snicker leaving you.

He rolled the condom onto his shaft, moving to hover over you again.

“Are you sure you want this, Y/n?” He asked softly, eyes gazing intently into yours.

“Yes… please fuck me, daddy.”

He let out a small groan, nestling himself in between your thighs. He used a long, strong arm to grab a couch pillow and tuck it under your hips.

You watched as he teasingly slid his head up and down your slit, tapping it against your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Don’t tease me, please,” you beg.

Your pretty begging weakened his resolve as he slowly slid into you.

Whimpers and noises of pleasure left the both of you at the feeling, a course of energy being shared within your two bodies.

He kept pushing until he was all the way inside, giving you a moment to adjust as he captured your lips in his.

Your hands roamed over his biceps and back, loving the way the muscles flex against your palms. His skin was burning, adding to the electric feel.

When he felt you stop tensing around him, he began to slowly pull back, before pushing in, creating a delicious rhythm.

“Fuck… you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.” He moaned.

Your legs tightened around his hips, a noise leaving you as he rubbed right against that spongy spot.

“So deep, Drew… can feel you so deep,” you whined in between breaths.

“Yeah? You take this dick so good, pretty girl.”

His movements were getting a little rougher with every minute passing, both of you needing this.

Your crush on him for four years, the sexual tension you shared in the music video, the chemistry when you first met him on The Tonight Show.

It was all so surreal and felt like you were living straight out of a fanfic or dream.

His head dropped down to your chest, clearly having a thing for your hardened nipples as he nibbled gently.

Maybe one day Drew would fuck you without the condom and be able to feel your warm, velvety walls squeezing him without the protection.

He could dream.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You swore, the pillow under your hips allowing for his tip to kiss your cervix with every thrust.

“Mhm, yeah. Good girl.” He praised breathlessly, feeling a little lightheaded from everything.

The couch creaked a little beneath you two, your nails digging into his back.

He was already close, eyes fluttered shut as he lifted his head to press a kiss to your forehead.

His calloused thumb went to rub your clit, making your legs twitch around his sculpted hips.

Your cunt squeezed around his cock, your belly on fire with your building orgasm.

“You gonna cum f’me, sweet girl?” He choked out, hips snapping against yours.

“Y-yes!” You squeak, mind hazy, body trembling.

“Yeah… that’s it… let me feel you…”

His breathy words, deep penetration, and touch on your clit sent you over the edge again.

You moaned loudly, clinging onto his body as he talked you through your orgasm.

He was also talking himself through it, feeling his cock twitch as he spilled his seed into the condom.

His body was still against yours, both of you catching your breaths from the intensity.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead again, his chest rising and falling.

“You okay?” He asked you softly.

“Mhm… ‘m good…”

You kissed his lips again, more gently this time. His nose brushed against yours when he pulled away, lips connecting to your cheek.

He reluctantly slid out of you, kneeling between your legs again as his blue eyes gazed down at your cunt.

“Did you bring any more condoms?” You ask after a few moments.

He looks at your face, then reaches over to grab his wallet. He pulls out two more condom wrappers.

You grinned, licking your lips.

“So are we going two more rounds or what?”

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𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 homicipher. mr. crawling. fluff. gn! reader // wc : 527

bringing mr. crawling home with you was unintentional and a rash decision made at the time. seeing him stare at you with a smile, not knowing that once you stepped through those elevator doors both of you would never see each other again. so of course you had to take him back home, the entity who had been nothing but caring and helpful since the moment he found you scared and confused.

walking under the moonlight, the street lamps illuminating the path back to your apartment tucked away in the corner of a quiet neighbourhood. the plastic bag you held crinkled with every step, the handles tied together to prevent the contents of your latest victim inside. bringing food back for mr. crawling was not a problem, it was like a mother hunting for her cubs.

the metal keys jingled together with the attached keychains, the door unlocking with a click.

like clockwork, you hear shuffling from the other side of the wooden door, a small smile grazes your lips.

opening the door, you were met with mr. crawling, on the ground as usual with a beaming smile. a warmth spreading across your chest at the sight, the only man who you would ever willingly let into your home.

“ you here ! me wait many/much time, bored. “

locking the door, you listened to his daily yap session that would occur when you returned home. it felt awful leaving mr. crawling for hours alone to attend university and returning late every other day when a meal for him was due.

“ worry little, me stop destroy ! “

mr. crawling proudly declared, his long arms reaching out for your hips when you moved to place your shoes on the rack. slender grey arms wrapping around your hips, he leaned forward to press his cheek against your lower stomach.

ever since mr. crawling moved in, his curious nature resulted in accidentally breaking a few things around the apartment.

a vase when he wanted to touch the alluring bright red flower, the noise of glass shattering startling him. thankfully, you arrived home just in time to stop him from cutting himself with the sharp edges. accidentally screaming at mr. crawling in the process which upset him as he thought you were mad at him.

another case was the morning after he came home with you. he broke the lock to the door in an attempt to follow you outside, concerned for your safety and also not understanding why you had to leave for extended periods of time. in his defence, he missed you ! ( he had only been alone for 20 minutes max. ) that resulted in an hour long explanation as to why he couldn’t follow you and why he had to stay inside. extra kisses and cuddles were given to compensate.

“ i’m glad. “

you replied, petting his head.

“ come. “

mr. crawling obediently followed you to the kitchen, watching as you poured the hacked parts of a poor humans body into a bowl. sitting down on the floor, a small wooden table in between them, you placed the bowl in front of him.

“ consume can ? “

he always asked permission before he ate.

“ consume can. “

> def going to make this into a series cause im a sucker for the domestic life w crawling..

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1924 "Formose" vase by Rene Lalique of grey and purple stained glass. From Art Deco, Avant Garde and Modernism, FB.

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raindrops like a melody

(tw: death) posting this in honour of my uncle who passed away this morning. he always supported me in my love for reading and writing (including fanfics lol) and i will never forget the joy he has brought me.

this was originally going to be longer, but i wanted to post it now so there will probably be a part 2!

part 2 - whispers like a song

bang chan x gn!reader wc: 1447 warnings: mentions of mental health issues, suggestive, bang chan is refered to as chris

You wake up to the sound of rain drumming against the window, accompanied by thunder in the distance. The soft taps of raindrops falling against the glass are rhythmic and almost lyrical in their pattern, while the soft rumble of thunder offers a calming instrumental backing.

You feel your boyfriend's warm arms around you, holding you tight. His hold is firm yet soft, loving and warm, as if he was shielding you, protecting you from the world. Your head is gently nuzzled into his neck, your bare torsos pressed together, sharing each other's warmth, with your legs intertwined.

As you open your eyes you notice the room is bathed in a grey-blue light, casting a soft and enchanting ambiance. You look up to see your boyfriend, Chris, sleeping peacefully, with his soft lips slightly parted and curly black hair tousled from sleep. his usual snores are gently drowned out by the storm, but with how close you two are you can still faintly hear them.

As your mind slowly wakes up, you find yourself staring at him, taking all of him in, mentally tracing his faint freckles. The delicate curve of his cheekbones complements his defined jawline and the smooth slope of his nose, creating a perfect balance of charm and beauty. His slight, barely noticeable smile lines tell the stories of the countless times he'd laughed with you and the kids. Whereas the soft glow of his lightly tanned skin gave him a youthful and almost ethereal radiance.

As you stare at him you find yourself genuinely wondering how you got so lucky. He was beautiful, not only outside but in. 

He was so soft and gentle with you, even when you felt broken. His patience unwavering even when your jagged shards sliced him as he held you, gently piecing you back together as one would mend a broken vase with kintsugi. His love was patient and kind, steadfast against your tempest of trauma and broken parts, never faltering despite the weight you carried. you were of course there in return - holding him late at night when he couldn't sleep, or was too scared to. Gently offering him food and water when he was working late at night. Cradling him when his facade broke and he crumbled into your arms. But sometimes you felt like it wasn't enough, like you weren't enough.

Just as you felt yourself spiralling and tears pricking your eyes you noticed that Chris was looking at you. his gentle brown eyes looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. There was so much love and adoration in his eyes that you felt like you might explode.

"Morning baby" he says, his morning voice sending a chill down your spine as he somehow nuzzles closer to you, pressing soft kisses to your neck.

"Morning sweetheart" you hum, giggling as he smiles into your neck. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good actually, I feel rested" he mumbles as he continues his soft kisses along your shoulder. "What time's it?"

You lean back in search of your phone, giggling as he tries to cling to you like a cuddly koala.

You lean back, phone in hand, wrapping your arms around him, his face now pressed against your chest.

"8:43," you smile, patting his soft hair.

He hums, the vibrations making you giggle.

He looks up at you, his chin resting on your chest. "I'm so glad I have the next few days off, I've missed spending time with you." His face softens before growing more serious. "I’m sorry I’m always busy with work, I feel like I'm not here for you enough."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Really? I was just thinking that I'm not here for you enough."

He shifts up, propping himself up on his elbow. "Baby what? You're always here for me."

"Yeah but…  you're always looking after me, loving me and I just feel like I don't do enough..." you trail off, avoiding his eyes.

“Lovebug,” he murmurs, his hand cupping your cheek as he gently turns your face toward his, “you do more for me than you could ever know.”

His thumb brushes your cheek softly. “You’re always there for me—making sure I’m okay, holding me when I’m not. You’re patient, supportive, and so incredibly loving. Even when I’m away for weeks, you welcome me home with open arms… and a delicious home-cooked meal.” A small, affectionate smile tugs at his lips. “You’re always taking care of me. You’re perfect.”

The look of overwhelming love and adoration in his eyes catches you off guard, tears welling up before you can stop them.

"I love you so much" you whisper, trying not to cry.

"I love you too sweetheart" he responds, pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips. 

You pout as he pulls away, making him chuckle as he sees the look in your eyes. His grin lingers as he leans back in, kissing you now with a slow intensity, as though he’s trying to pour every ounce of his love and adoration for you through his touch.

You run your fingers through his soft hair, mesmerised by the silky strands. You lean back, gasping for breath. You make brief eye contact, giggling at his dopey smile before something catches your attention.

You suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, laughing even harder at his confused expression.

“What? Whatttt??” He asks.

“Your hair! You look so cute!” You manage to get out in a fit of giggles, causing him to open his phone camera to see.

Your cackling only intensifies as his expression morphs to sheer shock.

“What did you do to my hair?” He asks, flabbergasted. His face turns an adorable shade of red as he shoves his face into a pillow, the fabric barely muffling his giggles.

“Nooo. Don’t hide! You look adorable!” You giggle, prying the pillow out of his hands.

His face is an intense shade of red and he lets out a dramatic whine. “AHH” He groans, hiding his face in his hands and rolling away from you onto his back. You follow him, sitting on his lap as you try to remove his hands.

“Stoppp” He protests, giggling at your antics.

You somehow manage to grab his hands and pin them at his sides before immediately giggling and attacking his flushed face with kisses.

“You,” you begin, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Are,” you continue, planting another on his forehead. “So,” you murmur, kissing his other cheek. “Fucking,” you add, brushing your lips against the bridge of his nose. “Adorable.” You kiss the tip of his nose, grinning as his soft giggles fill the room.

“And I,” you say, punctuating each word with kisses to both of his flushed cheeks, “love”—a kiss to one side of his jaw—“you,” a kiss to the other side. “So much.”

Finally, you press a gentle kiss to his lips, laughing as he tries to chase you when you pull back.

“And I think your hair is adorable.” You smile, moving to hold his face between your hands, pressing another kiss to his lips. 

This time, when you try to pull away, his hands find your neck and waist, holding you firmly but gently as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with a grin that sends your heart racing.

･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

You don’t know how long you stay there, with you practically draped upon him as you softly make out, the two of you giggling at each other anytime you pause for breath.

Soon, you’re laying there, your head resting upon his chest as the rhythms of your hearts and breathing sync.

“We should get up.” Chris hums, his voice a soft rumble.

“Mm, what time is it?” You ask, looking up at him.

“11.” He says after looking at his phone, giggling when your eyes widen in shock.

“We need to get up! I haven’t even had breakfast and it’s already lunchtime” you begin rambling, springing up to exit the bed.

You’re quickly cut off by hands snaking around your waist, pulling you back and kissing you again before leaning back and giggling at your shock filled expression.

“What-” you start, only to trail off as you blush. Flustered, you hide your face in his neck, making him giggle even more.

“Just needed one more kiss.” He murmured into your ear before quickly pressing a kiss against the side of your head.

Without warning, he hops off the bed,  leaving you distraught over the loss of warmth. “So…” He starts, fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants as he puts them on.

“Pancakes?” He asks as he holds his hand out to you.

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

[fear-is-truth]

introducing… ICE QUEEN!READER

ice queen!reader … who is calm & collected. always put together; not a hair out of place. sharp toungue, even sharper words. minimalist to a fault. pristine home. glass vases with white flowers. candles she never lights. sips white wine as she reads under a cashmere throw.

ice queen!reader … who wears boots that click when she walks. silver jewelry. almond-shaped nails, painted a glossy nude or blue. cold perfume—white musk and bergamot. her wardrobe consists of whites, greys and the occasional blue. cashmere sweaters & blazers. dior girl.

ice queen!reader … who never raises her voice but always has the last word. black coffee in the morning and red wine at night. crosses her legs elegantly when she sits. loves the snow but hates the mess. her smile is rare, but devastatingly beautiful when it appears. cold as ice, but warm to the ones she chooses. selective, distant, untouchable but unforgettable.

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her relationship with RAFE CAMERON is a delicate balance of fire and frost. she’s composed, cold, and always in control. he’s impulsive, unpredictable, and quick to anger. they clash constantly, but somehow, they can’t stay apart. he was drawn to her cold beauty, the way she seemed so untouchable. she resisted at first, unimpressed by his advances, but his persistence wore her down.

she hates his temper and recklessness, the way he storms out or slams doors when things don’t go his way. he can’t stand how she shuts down when he’s trying to get a reaction, her voice calm yet icy: “are you done yet?” it gets under his skin, but he always comes back.

she’s one of the few people who doesn’t walk on eggshells around him. when he’s being a jerk, she’ll call him out on his bullshit—flat and honest. he knows she cares in her own way—her hand on his chest when he’s spiraling, the quiet “you need to stop.” somehow that four words gets through when nothing else does.

she’s the only person who can tell him no and make it stick.

he spoils her with gifts she doesn’t ask for, watches her eyes light up when she finally lets herself enjoy them… to win her trust is to melt the glacier—and once you do, you realize her heart is not cold but guarded, waiting for someone worthy enough to hold it.

making bf!rafe wait for the day to fuck her