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Emily and Aaron try to make some time for themselves early one morning, but they are interrupted by their toddler.
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Hi besties <3
This is a birthday fic for one of my best friends in the entire world. I hope you had a day as lovely as you are. I love you so much <3
This fic is based on the above gif, and is just our favourite idiots being soft and very much in love.
On a different note, today has been a rough day. And I am holding space for everyone who needs it. I'm sad and angry and numb, and writing has always been an outlet for me. I hope this brings distraction and a small amount of joy for anyone who needs it today <3
-x-
Warnings: mildly spicy, a lemon and herb on the Nando's spice scale.
Words: 2.1k
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Emily hums contentedly as she wakes up, her expression melting into a smile as her senses return one by one.Â
The first thing she registers is the smell of home. The smell of comfort and him washing over her as she snuggles deeper into the embrace sheâd fallen asleep in hours ago, his chest against her back and his arm over her waist. Then she feels him, his hand tangled up in hers and pressed against her cheek, the soft kisses he is trailing from her shoulder to her neck. She realises that must be whatâs woken her up. That heâs gently pulled her from sleep before their alarm or their kids wake them up. His lips against her bare skin where her t-shirt, his t-shirt, has slipped down from her shoulder.
She turns in his arms, smiling when he helps her, her eyes still closed as his hand drifts to her waist. She kisses him, tasting toothpaste, a sign heâd already snuck out of bed, over something that was just him.Â
âNo fair,â she grumbles, her voice thick with sleep still, rough with misuse as she kisses him again, this time tasting his smile, âYou brushed your teeth first. My breath must suck.âÂ
She finally opens her eyes, greeted with the sight of him. Heâs smiling at her, his dimples carved out deep in his cheeks as he pushes her hair away from her face, the hair tye sheâd used to put it up the night before lost somewhere amongst the pillows.Â
Heâs not wearing a shirt, his skin bare and beautiful in the morning light of their bedroom. She canât help but think of their first night together, how sheâd led him into her apartment after their first date full of nervous kisses and easy conversation, and told him for the 100th time that she was sure she wanted this. That she wanted him. Heâd been nervous - something about his touch that was hesitant until she asked him why, a part of her worried it was something to do with her. Heâd assured her it wasnât, his expression serious and his touch as sure as it had been all night as he admitted two things - one that heâd only ever had sex with Haley before, that he was worried heâd somehow let Emily down, and two that no one other than medical professionals had ever seen his scars.Â
Sheâd told him in no uncertain terms that neither of those things mattered to her. That there was no way he could let her down in any way, and that his scars were already beautiful to her because they were made of him. They were proof heâd stitched himself back together bit by bit and had survived. Sheâd whispered that she had scars too, had pulled her dress over her head on in movement to show him the constellation of scar tissue left behind on her abdomen, his focus on where sheâd been torn apart and sewn back together, not the new lingerie sheâd bought with him in mind. Heâd kissed her then, his fingers dancing over skin she still couldnât feel even now, his touch making her tingle in more ways than one.Â
There were moments, all these years later, when even though she was his wife, sheâd still feel nothing less than honoured that he trusted her like this. That heâd sleep next to her and wander around their room without a shirt on, his smile soft as he explained either the shirt or the snuggling had to go in the summer and that the snuggling was non-negotiable. Â
âNever,â he replies, kissing her again to prove a point, his hand shifting to her back, sneaking under the t-shirt sheâs wearing as he moves so sheâs half beneath him, another kiss stamped against her lips to prove his point as he settles over her.Â
She chuckles, her smile wide as she turns her head to look at the alarm clock on her nightstand, his kiss catching her dimple as she registers the time, her eyebrow raised as she looks back at him, âIâm assuming you have good reason to wake me up this early on a Saturday when both our kids still seem to be asleep.âÂ
He hums against her cheek, the sound vibrating through her as it makes her shiver, his lips chasing hers as he kisses the corner of her mouth and then kisses her properly.Â
âI was thinking,â he starts, kissing her again, his hand under her shirt encouraging her towards him, her back arching so her chest is pressed against his whilst his hand travels downwards, âWe rarely have Saturday mornings to ourselves,â he kisses her again, his hand slipping below the hem of her pyjama pants, âAnd we have 30 minutes maximum before Thea is demanding your attention, and two hours before we have to leave for Jackâs soccer game,â he squeezes the globe of her ass, his smile close to a proud smirk as he draws a gasp from her, âAnd that we can do a lot with 30 minutes,â he pulls back to look at her, âIs that a good enough reason?âÂ
She tries to act stern for a moment, but it fails, her smile wide as she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She rubs her nose against his and kisses him, taking a moment to tug at his lower lip with her teeth when she pulls back.Â
âItâs the best reason I can think of,â she says as she pulls him in, her hands in his hair as she holds him close as if there was anywhere else heâd rather be than settled between her thighs in their bed. She groans as she widens her legs, lets him get impossibly closer, and hooks one of them around his back, smiling when he moans as she rolls her hips against his.Â
âSweetheart,â he groans, his hand tight on her hip as she smiles up at him, her eyes full of love and want. He loved their life. Loved the chaos that came with having a two-year-old and an almost ten-year-old, but he loved this too. The place where it all started - quiet moments where it was just him and his wife, the woman he was lucky to love and be loved by in return. His hand slips below the waistline of her pyjama pants again, skimming the soft skin of her thighs, drawing another gasp from her, one of his favourite sounds in the world.
âWeâre on a clock here, honey,â she says, using her heel to push his sweatpants down a little, desperation for him thrumming beneath her skin, âWe both know-â
âMama!â
She chuckles and closes her eyes, her grip on him loosening at the sound of their daughterâs voice through the closed bedroom doors and the baby monitor on the nightstand. Her hands shift from his hair to his cheeks, holding him in place as she kisses him softly. His hand moves to her waist, squeezing gently.Â
âTurns out 30 minutes was more like 3,â he says, only half grumbling, his love for their little girl already shining in her eyes.Â
She hums and kisses him, her hands still on his cheeks, âWeâll try again later after bedtime.â
âMama!â
âDuty calls,â she says, chuckling at the impatience in Theaâs voice. She taps his cheek as he moves off of her. She briefly pouts at the loss of his warmth as she climbs out of bed, âIâll go get little miss Thea,â she says, turning to look at him before she walks out of the room, âWe can probably get a little more snuggling in at least before the day really starts.âÂ
He smiles and settles back onto his side of the bed, his smile turning into a smirk as he raises his eyebrows at her, âSnuggling with both my girls is my second favourite way to start the day.âÂ
She laughs and shakes her head at him, âLater,â she says again, her smile full of promise and mischief.Â
Sheâs not surprised when she walks into the nursery to find Thea already halfway to climbing out of the crib, her tongue stuck out between her lips as she concentrates on the task at hand, âHold it right there my little monkey.âÂ
Thea looks up at her, her smile wide, âMama.âÂ
Emily is across the room in a second and hauling her into her arms, her quick reflexes only made better by being the parent of a toddler, âMorning baby,â she says, kissing her forehead, âI think we need to get you a big girl bed soon, huh?âÂ
âBig girl,â Thea repeats and Emily kisses her forehead again, shifting her so sheâs on her hip and walks to the master bedroom.
âGuess who was trying to climb out of her crib again?â She says, smiling at her husband as she settles Thea onto the bed, her smile getting wider when the little girl makes a beeline for her father, all but throwing herself at him.Â
âOh it definitely couldnât have been my little Thea,â he says, wrapping his arm around the toddler, kissing the top of her head as she snuggles against his side, her giggle loud as she shakes her head, playing along with him.Â
âYou two are lucky youâre cute,â Emily says, her fake irritation given away by her wide smile as she joins them in bed.Â
Aaron leans down to speak to Thea, stage whispering so Emily can hear him, his voice louder than it usually was, âI think Mama is a little grumpy this morning.âÂ
Thea furrows her brows, and looks between both her parents, âWhy, Mama?âÂ
Emilyâs cut off before she can say anything, her husband smirking at her over their little girlâs head as he replies for her.
âOh, she woke up earlier than usual.âÂ
She narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head before she looks down at Thea, âIâm okay, sweet girl,â she says, pushing her hair from her forehead, âBut you know what would make me feel better?â She smiles when Thea shakes her head, and she makes a point of lying down, encouraging the little girl to lay down with her, âIf we lay here and snuggle for a little while,â she looks up at Aaron who is still sitting up, his smile fond as he looks down at them both, âWe need Daddy to join us though.âÂ
Thea turns to look at Aaron and stares at him with the stern expression sheâd picked up from him, âDaddy lay down.âÂ
He suppresses a laugh, âYes maâam.âÂ
He lays down with them and tugs them both into his arms, Thea content to lay between both of her parents as they share a pillow, her head on Emilyâs chest and her tiny fingers wrapped around the neckline of her shirt. Emily kisses her forehead before she rests her cheek on top of the little girlâs head, taking the opportunity to look up at her husband, his smile once again fond and full of love.
He canât help but stare at them together, their matching smiles and matching eyes enough to bowl him over every time. Thea was Emilyâs double through and through, a tiny version of his wife who he had to convince to eat breakfast most mornings when he cut her toast the wrong way. He couldnât believe that he had this sometimes. That he had a second chance at building a family after everything that had happened. Something beautiful and precious found amongst Emilyâs smile and the broken pieces of his life.Â
âI was wrong before,â he says, stroking his knuckles down Theaâs cheek as she starts to fall asleep, Emilyâs embrace her favourite place to be since she was a tiny newborn. The sound of her heartbeat the place the little girl found peace and comfort. It was the one thing sheâd seemingly got from him apart from his facial expressions - his love for Emily and the comfort he found in her something heâd passed on to both Thea and Jack.
Emily hums, running her hand up and down Theaâs back, âAbout what?âÂ
âThis is my favourite way to start the day,â he says, smiling when she looks up at him, âNo offence.âÂ
She leans over Thea to kiss him, careful not to disturb the now sleeping toddler, âNone taken,â she whispers against his lips, âItâs my favourite too.âÂ
#hotchniss fanfic#aaron hotchner#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner fanfiction#hotchniss fan fic#aaron hotchner x emily prentiss#emily prentiss fanfiction#hotchniss fanfiction#aaron x emily#hotchniss
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âIâm a little sleepy, Iâll just lay down for a little bitâ
Literally me two minutes later:
#i hibernate#Iâm such a sleepy little guy#itâs not even funny#the amount of times#that I have laid down for a short rest and woke up the next morning#one time I closed my eyes after my alarm and then the next time I opened my eyes I realized I had slept through a full school day#blinked at 6am woke up at 3pm#iâm a disaster
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Last spring my neighbour asked if I could let Pirlouit mow the grass around his barn from time to time, which Pirou was happy to do at first but if I left him there several days in a row he got pretty sad about being alone (lots of wistful, melancholy braying). So this year when my donkey was hired for this job again, I went for a different formula: for the past few weeks I've been bringing all the animals to the neighbour's barn for an hour of landscaping services now and then at apéritif time.
The fence is extremely not Pampe-proof so I have to have my apéritif while sitting on the road in a strategic position from which I can toss a stick in her direction if she tries to escape, but other than that I've been really enjoying this peaceful evening ritual, just sitting there reading and watching the animals while feeling like I'm doing my neighbour a favour. Pirlouit doesn't get all the grass to himself anymore but I've learnt that he prefers to be rich in friends than in food.
You'll notice that Merricat is present in every photo, looking alert. She too has been hired, but for the thankless job of Thought Police. She may look like she's just napping on the warm asphalt with not a care in the world...
... but she is working! Keeping an eye on the llamas, always.
I've discovered that in a specific context my three cats can act as precogs and warn me of Pampe's future crimes. My theory is that they developed this skill because of Poldine, who loves cats. Any cat who enters the pasture will soon be noticed and (lovingly) chased by Poldine, who wants kisses. Cats not only do not want llama kisses, they don't differentiate between individual llamas. They are all potential kissers. So even if it looks like she's all relaxed, Merricat is constantly monitoring where the llamas are and what they seem to be planning. If we are on the other side of a fence and Pampe approaches it a bit too slyly, Merricat will jump to her feet, ready to flee (and I will toss one of my anti-Pampe sticks, and say NON.)
Merricat and I are a very good team! We've foiled several of Pampe's plots, but we need to be on the road for Merricat to remain wary (if we were in the pen Pampe's escape attempts would involve getting away from us and the cat wouldn't care.) Cars are rare so it's okay (plus it's so quiet you can always hear them coming), and on the few occasions when someone showed up and asked why I was having apéritif on the road, I pointed at Pampe and they were like, "Ah! Didn't see her here. Good luck!"
"Hedgehog-moss, you're exaggerating. Pampe can't be thatâ"
She is! She is. And she always seems to notice when Merricat is on a bathroom break and I'm absorbed in a book.
There was one evening though, when she got distracted by a fascinating new idea. I don't claim to know what's going on in this llama's head (except when she's looking at a fence, then it's easy) but as you can see, once I brought the animals to the barn Poldine started eating flowers, Pirlouit started eating grass, and Pampe started eating the wall.
After a moment she slowly circled the barn, then stopped and lay down right next to it, settling down in a comfortable position but with focused ears and her head still turned towards the wall. It was suspicious behaviour, but on the other hand she now looked so uninterested in the road that I decided to take a risk and run home to bring back some dinnerâand she didn't move while I was away! I even brought Pandolf, who is usually banned from these soirĂ©es because he would disturb my Merricat alarm system. He was happy to be finally included.
It's unclear if Pampe was eating the wall, talking to the wall, or carefully examining various parts of the wall as Step 1 of 27 of a complex plan only she understands, but she stuck close to the barn all evening instead of lying in wait by the fence so I was able to have a picnic in the grass rather than on the road, which felt more bucolic. I know that "Pampérigouste has a new, mysterious project" is a worrying sentence but at this early stage (feasibility study) it felt to me and Merricat like a little holiday!
#crawling along#if you look at the Pampe & The Wall photos you can see the adorable little goatee i gave poldine when i sheared her <3#it suits her she looks very elegant
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Milk and Water (Pt. I)
pairings: doppelgÀnger!Milkman x fem!Reader
summary: One of the newest residentsâ very first doppelgĂ€nger comes in, trying to sway you into to letting them in. Will you..?
pt.II
art credit (twt: loafuu_chii)
warning: 18+ content
ââŠwhatâs the story behind your um⊠ears(?)â You ask the doppelgĂ€nger before you. It was a clone of one of your favorite neighbors actually, her name was Maria.
A woman around your age that you became really close friends with over the few months of you working here.
â@&! !$?&â The doppelgĂ€nger let out a series of sounds.
âright, so give me one secondâ You press the bright red button next to the window and the steel blinds shut with a blaring alarm sound.
You call D.D.D. and they clean up their mess per usual. You once again, you were just thankful you didnât have to work on that side of the glass.
You check your wrist watch, and happily sigh at the fact that you only had one more hour left to work.
â mmm, someoneâs eager to go home i seeâ A familiar voice speaks up.
âoh, Mr. Francisâ You give the man a polite grin. He gave you a sly one in return. You knew it wasnât him off the bat. Francis was usually shy towards you, making you want to tease him into blushing whenever you saw him.
Well, you suppose you could kill two birds with one stone. Flirt with the doppelgÀnger of your crush, and have some entertainment.
âhow are you pretty girlâ He asks, sliding an I.D. and sheet through the slot.
You examine the documents and identification and beam a smile up at him.
âthe date on the I.D. is a little expired hunâ You declare. He lets out a small chuckle and leans a little toward the glass.
âmmm, been busy with the milk business, love. mustâve slipped my mind to renew itâ He replied. His eyes were low but he still held his sly grin. You leaned back in your chair, with a bored look on your face.
âyouâre not like my Francisâ You huff and tilt your head with a disappointed look.
His grin faltered and he stepped closer. His breathing had quickened a bit and he took off his hat. âwho knows, i could be betterâ He suggests.
Now that his confidence had depleted a little, you were growing bored of him. You checked the time again and you had 45 minutes left.
âwell iâve gotta get you moving now. it was nice to see such a handsome face though, so thank youâ You beam and reach for the button
âyou donât want to do this, trust meâ He states with a warning tone. This wasnât unusual, getting threats after realizing theyâre doppelgĂ€ngers, but being that this one was this aware⊠they must be evolving.
âand why would i trust you?â You ask out of curiosity.
âi mean look at meâ He smirks, one arm leaned against the top of the window. His irises turned from their chocolate brown and into an empty pure white.
âhmâ You nod and press the button.
â(Y/N)!â He roared with what you assume was his fist banging the glass.
You call D.D.D. and wait for them to clean their mess, again.
The steel blind begins to lift and you sit back in your seat, checking your watch again but noticed the new pink lighting that shone in.
You furrow your eyebrows and look up in horror as you see blood streaks on the window in thick, and dripping amounts. You jump out of your chair and put your back against the wall.
About 5 D.D.D. workers were piled up, bloody and battered in the corner of the room, and there the doppelgÀnger was.
Staring at you.
His eyes were low, his shirt was torn, revealing his pecs and the start of his abdomen. He was panting with his (surprisingly still) neat hair and an almost psychotic expression.
âoh noâŠâ He starts with a laugh, still breathing heavily.
âwhat did you do..?â You cover your mouth with your hand.
âitâs what you did. you got me all riled up.â
He looks down for a brief moment and you swear you hear a zip. He holds his tie and the end of his tattered shirt in his mouth and looks up at you with knitted eyebrows.
His breath fogging up the window as he asks you. Looking like a poor starving puppy. âwill you let me in nowâŠ? I need your helpâŠâ He slightly groaned.
ââŠwhat. the. fuck.â
#milkman#milkman x reader#francis mosses#francis mosses x reader#ciaoteamo#x reader#imagine#smut#fem dom reader#thats not my neighbor#milkman smut#milk the man
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THE FUCKBOY NEXT DOOR.
PART I
Bangchan x reader. (s,a)
Chapters: Part II / Part III
Synopsis: Having issues to break up with your boyfriend, you seek help from the boy next door and the number one fuckboy in the area, Chan. (10k words)
Author's note: I went through a nasty break up a few weeks ago and this is basically just me trying to cope by being delulu about having a fuckboy Chan as a neighbor. Enjoy x
It becomes a habit now that Chan doesn't know where he is when he wakes up in the morning.
The first thing that he'll do is retrace everything to last night. He was DJ-ing at a club, had a few drinks in between, met a girl who was eyeing him the whole night, had a few more drinks, there was a little touching and a quick makeout session in the dark alley and people can guess what happens after that
So this is where he is right now, the girl's bedroom and he can recall everything that happened last night except the girl's name.
"Fuck!" Chan mutters under his breath.
Judging from how bright the sun is outside, he knows he only has a little window to make his escape so he quickly gets off the bed as calmly as possible. He then tiptoes around to gather his clothes and put them on without making any noise.
However, he fails at it as the head from his belt hits the bed frame and the clanging of metal meets metal echoing in the room.
The girl steers on her sleep and rolls over to the side, she brushes her hair away from her face, catching Chan putting his belt on.
The plan to make a quick getaway has come to a failure but he keeps his cool, continuing to buckle his belt and then plants his hands on each side of his waist.
"Morning," He awkwardly says with a forced smile.
"Morning," the girl replies with a smile then props an elbow against the mattress, sending the duvet sliding down her body and exposing her bare chest to him.
Chan might have been a little drunk when he met her but damn, his fuckboy radar works well even under the influence of alcohol.
"You're leaving already?" She asks, flipping her hair to the back to expose more of those beautiful mounds to him.
Chan has to tell his pervy brain to focus actively, he looks away and picks up his jacket from the floor.
"I promised a friend to help him move out today," He lies, then pretends to check the time on his phone, "And I'm kind of late."
The girl nods then twirls her hair around her finger, "Well then... when can I see you again?"
"I hope soon," Chan says with his charming grin that disguises the insincerity in his answer.
The girl smiles at that which confirms that the grin works, "But seriously, I can't wait to see you again," she says.
"I'll call you," he says because that's what he can promise her at the moment but whether he'll do it or not is uncertain.
"But you don't have my numbers yet," she says with her eyebrows wrinkled in suspicion.
"No, I'm sure you already did," he says, convincing her by scrolling the contacts on his phone.
"Yup. I have your numbers already," he lies again, showing her a random contact on his phone for a quick second.
"But my name is Thalia," she says, cleverly catching the name on the contact.
"Yes, of course, you're Thalia," he says with utmost confidence and his ultimate weapon of a dimpled smile.
The girl seems alarmed though. She sits up on the bed and clutches the duvet close to her chest, "We're going to see each other again, right Chris?"
"Yes," he answers without a beat, and at this point, lying is as easy as breathing to him.
"Can I get a kiss before you leave?"
"Sure," he says, coming around the bed to give her a quick peck on the lips.
The girl smiles when he lets go and watches as he walks to the doorway, "I'll call you, Tanya."
"It's Thalia," she corrects him with an apparent displeasure on her face.
Chan shoves his phone into the pocket of his jeans and takes the time to properly bid her goodbye. Nothing a girl likes more than a sweet mouth and a little assurance, he'll give her exactly that.
"I'll see you soon, Thalia," Chan says with a smile.
"See you soon, Chris," and the girl naively believes him, if only she knew that this will be the last time they're seeing each other.
Yet again, Chan makes another successful getaway.
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The warm weather of spring makes it a pleasant walk from the bus stop to his apartment building. He wants to stop somewhere for breakfast but his head feels heavy from the hangover, he just wants to go home as soon as possible, have a bowl of cereal then take an aspirin for the pounding headache.
In the lobby, he makes a quick stop to collect his mail and takes a quick check at it, sorting them out on the spot so he knows which ones he should bring upstairs.
From the corner of his eyes, Chan catches his neighbor, you with your boyfriend chatting by the elevator. He notices the gestures, the expression, and the whole interaction, it doesn't take a genius to know that something is going on there that the naked eyes can't see.
Chan throws the unnecessary mail into the trash bin nearby and walks to the elevator, hearing the little conversation going on between you and your boyfriend.
"...the waffles were delicious. We should have breakfast there again," the boyfriend says as he looks at you, "What do you think?"
"Yeah," you meekly answer while looking at the little screen that shows the floor the elevator is stopping in.
Chan tries to remain invisible but his eyes accidentally make contact with your boyfriend so he may as well make his presence known.
"Hi, neighbor," he greets, he knows your name but you seem to prefer to be called that way.
You do what you always do whenever you meet each other in the building, give him a quick judging look and a courteous smile.
"And hi neighbor's boyfriend," he greets your boyfriend next.
"Hi," your boyfriend greets back, "Chris, isn't it?"
"Yes and you are Lee," Chan responds.
"Right. So how was your Friday night?" Lee initiates a small talk.
"I believe it wasn't as good as yours," Chan playfully answers.
"Oh, we just stayed in and watched a movie, right baby?" Lee says, putting his arm around your shoulder.
All of a sudden, you take a step forward and say, "It's here."
The elevator doesn't chime until a moment later but you seem to be more than eager to get in. You turn around to give your boyfriend a quick hug.
"I'll try to leave early so we can have dinner together," Lee says with a quick kiss on the cheek.
"It's okay. Take your time," you say with a faint smile.
Chan quietly gets into the elevator and holds the door open for you, he tries not to look at what's happening in front of him not out of politeness but it's just painful to watch.
"I'll call you," Lee adds, catching your hand as you enter the elevator and kissing it.
"Okay," you say then wave your hand at him.
To help you get out of it, Chan releases his finger off the buttons and sends the doors sliding shut.
"Bye, baby," Lee says for the last time before the doors completely close.
It's just another awkward elevator ride with you and he'll usually try to endure it but after watching all that and trying not to say anything is hard, he can't help but impose.
He glances at you to check whether you're ready to hear about what he has to say but you always have the same stoic expression. Then it occurs to him that he has never seen you smile impolitely or out of joy, or even hear your laugh, but maybe after you hear what he's about to say, he'll get to see a different facial expression on you.
"Oh, man! That was painful to watch," he sighs as he keeps looking straight ahead at his reflection in the shiny furnace of the elevator.
There's no one else in the elevator so you're fully aware that he's talking to you but you don't respond until a while later.
There you go, with your judging look and stoic expression, looking at him as you say, "Excuse me?"
Chan doesn't want to sound rude but beating around the bush isn't his thing, he prefers to be straightforward. He knows it's all based on assumptions but he's pretty sure his judgements are pretty accurate.
He's going to just do it and lay out the facts, he turns to the side, then leans his back against the cold surface of the elevator.
"Your shoulder tightens when he called you baby and the fact you lied about the breakfast tells me that you didn't actually like his choice of restaurant," he pauses to let out a cynical chuckle, "the waffles weren't that good, I guess?"
When he wants to see a different facial expression on you, he doesn't mean seeing your angry one, but oh well, the damage has been done.
"Because I'm a good girlfriend that's why I let him choose the restaurant," you become defensive all of a sudden but that's an unconvincing answer.
"No, you let him choose out of pity," he simply remarks, "And just now, your nostrils flared when I pointed it out."
With all of these signs combined with his personal experiences, Chan narrows it out to one conclusion. He looks at you in the eyes and says, "You're about to break up with him, don't you?"
It looks like you've been slapped right on the face except that the slap doesn't come from someone, it's from the truth that comes out of Chan's unfiltered mouth and he instantly regrets it for meddling in in someone else's business.
"I'm sorry, but why are we having this conversation?" You ask, crossing your arms together in front of you.
"It's not like you're any better. You slept around, you're scared of commitment and now, sticking your nose at my business. You are the kind of person that I deeply despise!" You angrily say with your chest heaving.
It seems like you're saying all of those things about him out of anger because he sees right through you but now he knows why you always give him that judging look. He's the one who started it so yeah, okay, maybe he deserves that but that doesn't change the truth. The problem is what he said and your response, they're heading in the opposite direction.
"I think someone has her panties in a twist," Chan coyly responds.
"Look, there's nothing wrong with wanting to break up. That doesn't make you a bad person," he adds and decides to end the talk right there.
It gets quiet in this enclosed space and it's already suffocating as it is but how lucky that he has to patiently wait for the elevator to ride through three more floors to get out of here.
When the elevator finally dings open, Chan lets out a breath he doesn't know he's been holding but he's not the one in a hurry to exit both this space and the situation. He stays where he is and lets you out first.
When he thinks you don't have anything else to say, you stop right outside the elevator and look at him with a piercing gaze.
"Don't, for one second, think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties!" You emphasize every word in anger, then storm off.
Know what? Maybe Chan should skip the bowl of cereal and take two aspirin instead. As for you, maybe you need to chill the fuck out.
-
Just because you've been neighbors with Chan for the past three years doesn't mean that you know each other on a personal level.
All you know about him is that he's a DJ which explains why there's always music playing in his apartment, he always wears a sleeveless top to showcase his muscles, and he always has a stupid grin on to show off the stupid dimples on his stupid face, an annoying Australian accent and from how many times you caught different girls taking a walk of shame out of his apartment, it's safe to say that he's the number one fuckboy in the area
So how dare he say all of that stuff in the elevator when he doesn't know anything about you at all? Moreover, what does a fuckboy like him know about relationships?
It shouldn't be hard to ignore because it's something you usually do but gosh, the memory of the conversation still vexed you a few days later.
Then it hits you that it bothers you so much because deep down, you know what he said is true. You've been wanting to break up with your boyfriend and hearing that comes from someone outside that relationship only solidified that thought.
There's nothing wrong with your boyfriend, Lee is nice, too nice even, and when you think about it, maybe that is the problem, he is too nice and that leads you to another problem, you don't know how to break up with him without hurting his feelings.
But you know who can help you with that? Someone who has a lot of experience in breaking up with people.
Oh, what a joy that you find the answer right across your door!
Before you get to ask for his help though, you're fully aware that there's another thing to do and there's no other way to do it but walk up to his apartment, knock on his door, and apologize.
As you're standing there in front of his apartment door, you're dreading it. All sorts of thoughts crossed your head like why did you have to be so riled up that time in the elevator? Why did you have to say that thing about the panties? Just why? Ugh!
Let's just get it over with, you mutter inside your head.
With hesitant hand, you knock on his door and then hold the urge to turn around and run back to your apartment. You let yourself take a step back as you wait for him to come for the door.
Do not open the door, do not open the door, you chant inside your head while tapping your foot against the floor. However, things are not always going the way you want.
The door swings inward and a second later, Chan appears with disheveled hair and he only has one arm in the sleeve of his t-shirt, then you spot a girl's shoes next to his feet.
Oh no, please don't say you're coming at the wrong time.
You reflexively take another step back but he grabs your forearm and then opens the door wider, showing you that there's a girl there.
"It's my neighbor, she's here to remind me about the tenant meeting," he says to her.
The girl looks at you rather suspiciously and crosses her arms together in front of her as she glares at Chan.
"No. Don't you dare try to get out of this, Chris!"
"But it's true. We have to leave now," Chan says, then gives you a look that tells you to lie along with him, "Right?"
Running a quick assessment of the situation, you're certain that Chan is trying to get himself out of it to avoid having a difficult conversation with the beautiful lady. You hate to be the accessory to his crime but if this means that it would help you earn his forgiveness...
"The pigeons!" You make up a lie on the spot.
"The pigeons are ruining our rooftop garden so we held this urgent tenant meeting," you add with what you hope is a convincing smile.
"Oh, those damn pigeons!" Chan heavily sighs with a phony expression.
The lie makes your throat dry and your cheeks hurt from forcing a smile, you have to keep it going as the lady considers whether to believe that the tenant meeting is true or not.
Chan grabs his jacket from the clothes hook and puts it on, "We'll continue this later, okay?" He says to her.
Without waiting for her answer, he gets out of the door and drags you with him to go to your apartment. Once both of you get inside, he immediately closes the door behind him and lets out a long sigh.
"Oh, wow!" He exclaims once he realizes that he's inside your apartment.
He allows himself further inside and leisurely walks around your apartment, checking your kitchen, trailing his fingers on your book collection on the shelf, and observing the potted plants lining up on the window sill.
He walks back to the middle of the room and takes another 360-degree look around the apartment, then nods in approval.
"So, this is what the inside of your apartment looks like," he says in a cryptic tone.
Not sure if he wants you to respond to that or if should respond at all. You choose to remain silent and only respond when his intentions are intelligible.
Chan then sits on the sofa, making himself comfortable, and looks at you, then at what you're holding in both hands.
"Is that for me?"
The jar of cookies you've been unknowingly holding in your hands is a token of apology and it is for him.
"Yes, it is for you," you say, handing it to him with both hands.
"I'm sorry about the other day," you sincerely apologize, but you know you have to let him know what you're apologizing for, "for what I've said to you. I'm terribly sorry."
"Well, since you're helping me with the uh... situation," he coyly says as he scratches his eyebrow, "consider us even."
See? That wasn't so hard. You feel bad for lying to the girl but at least, you've been forgiven.
"Thank you," you add with a smile.
Chan doesn't say anything else but opens the lid and takes a cookie out of the jar. He gets comfortable on the sofa, sitting slumped with his legs spreading wide, and then he takes a big bite of the cookie.
It doesn't take long for him to notice that you have something else to say to him other than an apology.
Before he gets to it, you force yourself to start speaking.
"So, Chris..." you call, then abruptly stop talking. You suddenly have a second thought about asking for his help.
"What's up?" He asks while chewing on his cookie.
It's at the tip of your tongue but your mouth feels like they're sewn shut. You clasp your hands together and muster up the courage to just blurt it out.
"Do you want something to have with the cookies?"
You swear you plan on asking for his help but somehow, your mouth saying a different thing.
"Milk would be nice," he answers.
"Milk. Yes, I have milk," you awkwardly say, slowly making your way to the kitchen like a walking dead.
You take a carton of milk from the fridge and while pouring it into a glass, you're scolding yourself for being so cowardly.
After taking a moment to take a deep breath and muster up the courage to ask, you walk back to the sofa with the glass of milk in hand. With a smile, you hand it to him.
"Thank you," he says, his eyes catching something in your eyes.
You immediately break the eye contact and take another step back, standing and watching him finish his third cookie then wash it down with a sip of milk.
"I hope you don't mind that I'm going to stay here until the girl leaves my apartment," he informs.
"Oh?" You meekly gasp.
"But I can leave if you're uncomfortable," he says as he sits straight on the sofa.
"No, it's fine," you shortly reply, "Take your time."
"Okay, thanks," he says, reclining back on the sofa and continues munching on the cookies.
You can't decide if he stays longer than you expected is a good thing or not. You use the opportunity to reconsider it and walk to the kitchen to get out of his sight.
"Do you need help or not?" You quietly ask yourself as you pour yourself a glass of water.
Why is it so hard? He's right there. All you need is to go and ask for his help.
The water sloshes out of the glass as you fill it too full and you reflexively back away to avoid getting water all over the front of your dress.
"Everything good there?" Chan asks in a slight panic.
That's it! Enough time has passed from overthinking it! You walk up to him and just do it.
"You're right," you blurt out, "I've been wanting to break up with my boyfriend."
Sensing that it turns serious, Chan slows down his chewing and puts away the cookie jar. You expect the I-told-you-so grin on his face but no, he looks saddened instead.
"Things aren't working out," you openly share with a sad sigh.
You take a seat on the ottoman facing the sofa and sadly sigh, "I've been wanting to break up with him for a week now but I just don't know how."
"How long you've been dating each other?"
"Three years," you answer.
"Wow," Chan lowly gasps in awe.
Three years is not a short time, he understands why you hesitate to break up and it isn't an easy decision either.
"I need your help," you hopelessly say, unintentionally becoming vulnerable in front of him.
"My help?"
"Help me how to break up with him," you further explain.
"Of all people, why me?" He asks in utter confusion.
It's hard to answer that without being rude, you decide to let him process the question until it leads him to the answer. After a while, he lets out a dry chuckle and nods, "Okay, yeah. Make sense."
Chan takes another minute to accept the fact that his help is needed because he knows how to break up with someone without feeling awful about it afterward.
"I guess you want to let him down gently?"
"Yes," you answer.
"Well..." he inflates his cheeks then lets the air out through his pursed lips, "You can break up with him through a text."
Which part of 'let him down gently' did he not understand? How is it a good idea to break up through a text? But okay, it's just one suggestion, you give him the benefit of the doubt for now. Who knows he'll come up with better suggestions.
"I'm sorry. No, I can't do that," you kindly refuse his suggestion.
"You can send it when he's sleeping," he adds.
Oh, God! He gives you an even worse suggestion instead of better ones. You know what? This is a bad idea and you regret asking for his help.
"I don'tâ" You stop yourself from talking and get up from your seat.
"I'll just check if the lady is still..." Your words trail off as you walk towards the door and check through the peephole first, then you get out of the door to check his apartment next.
"Hello? Excuse me?" You shout from the doorway but no one is answering you.
You take it the lady has left and walk back to your apartment to deliver the news to the rightful owner of the apartment.
"She already left," you tell him.
Chan lets out a sigh and closes the cookie jar, he finishes the milk to its last drop and then gets up from the sofa.
"Thank you for the cookies and the milk," he says with his signature grin.
"No worries," you reply, trying so hard to hide the disappointment in your voice.
Chan holds the cookie jar in one arm and takes a step closer to you, "if you need help on how to write breakup texts, I'm just across the hall," he says.
You don't respond to that but keep a smile on for him as to seem polite.
"And good luck!" He says with gentle pats on your shoulder.
The second he walks out the door, you collapse onto the sofa and dread it even more than before. Turns out, asking for his help is not helping at all.
The next day, you meet him as you collect your mail in the lobby and it's hard to ignore him when his mailbox is next to yours.
"G'day!" Chan greets you as he leans the side of his body against the wall while sorting his mail.
"Good day!" You respond and hurriedly walk toward the elevator. You push the button to summon it to the lobby and hope it comes soon enough for you to avoid talking to Chan.
Of course, things don't go as you want it. He comes just in time for the elevator about to arrive, he crumples a few letters in his hand into a ball and then tosses it into the trash bin.
"How did it go?" He asks.
"Pardon?" You nonchalantly respond.
Good thing that the elevator chimes open and you can pretend to forget about what he asked you a while ago. You get inside while clutching your mails in hands in front of you but it's not safe yet as you have to share the elevator ride with him.
"So... the break-up texts? Did you do it?" He asks again, going to the corner of the elevator and leaning his back against it.
"Chris, I think you can't just end a three-year relationship with a text," you put it as nicely as you can.
"Yeah, I reckon," he innocently answers.
It seems like Chan can't tell the difference between what is easy and what is right. It isn't a good idea in the first place to ask for help from someone like him who doesn't consider other people's feelings except his own.
"What are you going to do then?" He asks, shifting his weight on one leg.
Since his help is not helping at all, you have no answer to that yet. This should be something you have to figure out on your own in the first place.
"I'll figure it out," you not-very-convincingly answer.
Chan crosses his arms in front of him, making the muscles and veins on his arms more evident under the fluorescent light of the elevator.
"Lee seems like a nice guy," he remarks with a deep inhale of air.
Well, if you have to compare your boyfriend to Chan, then yes, Lee is a really nice guy. Lee excels in a lot of things, including how to treat a person with feelings.
"Yes," you settle with a simple answer.
"A drawn-out break up is only going to end in a big scene," he says, "Just saying."
Chan has a point. It's worse to prolong the pain for both you and Lee, you can't keep pretending that the relationship works and it's unfair that you keep Lee oblivious about all this.
"We can practice, you know," he offers.
"Practice?"
"On how you're going to break up with him," he explains.
He comes up with a better suggestion this time and is almost endearing even but again, he wouldn't know how a person with real feelings reacts to a break-up which makes you unsure if the practice would be any help.
The elevator is about to arrive anyway so you decide to skip on responding to his offer. Once it chimes, the doors part open and you take the first turn to get out with Chan getting off after you. You turn to the left to your apartment while he turns right. You take the key out of your pocket to unlock the door and push your way in while clutching your mail close to your chest.
"You know where to find me if you need help," Chan says just before you close the door to your apartment.
Hard pass, you answer in your head but you put on a smile for his kind offer, then close the door
-
Okay, you admit it. You were too haste when you said that you didn't need his help. You were doing fine for these past few days, you've been avoiding meeting your boyfriend to give you some more time to think of the best way to break the news to him until he calls you.
The phone rings and you just stare at it, considering whether to pick it up or not. If you pick it up, that means you have to lie to him and if you don't, it'll alert him that things are, in fact, not okay.
The latter seems like a better idea so you pick it up after taking a long, deep breath.
"Hi, baby. Am I calling you at the wrong time?"
Not entirely wrong but it would be nice if he didn't call you, you answer in your head.
"Yeah, sorry, I was in the bathroom," you lie.
"Coconut shrimp for dinner. What do you think?" he asks out of the blue.
"That sounds nice," you easily respond.
"I know you'll like it but, babe, do you mind getting us a bottle of wine on the way?
"I'm sorry?" You ask in confusion.
"For our dinner, remember?" he answers, "I'll cook tonight we'll be having dinner at mine."
You hardly paid attention to him because your mind was always elsewhere, you couldn't remember saying yes to the dinner but you did and it must be out of pity.
"No, of course, I remember, I'm just..." you rake your brain to think of something to say.
"I thought it was next week," you lie again with an awkward chuckle.
"You silly!" Lee says, "Aren't you glad that I called, huh?"
"So glad," you lie, again and again.
"I should start prepping the ingredients so they'll be ready when you get here," he says, his voice exuding enthusiasm.
"Okay."
"Don't forget the wine!"
"I won't."
"I can't wait to see you, baby," he sweetly says.
The lies are piling up so may as well add another one to the pile, "Me too."
"I love you, bye."
Don't think you can lie your answer to that, you gulp air, "Bye," you say to the phone, then quickly hang up.
Desperate times call for desperate measures and you don't know your desperate measure means knocking on your neighbor's door. Probably because you hate to admit that you need his help.
Not long after, Chan opens the door and his head pops out from the gap, "What's up?"
"My boyfriend just called and tonight, we'll be having dinner in his place," you blabber in panic.
It takes a second for him to process it then his face turns a little surprised, "What are we going to do then?" He asks in confusion.
You may be in dread but you catch the error in his question, "We? Now, you got your panties in a twist," you tell him.
"Shame on you!" He responds with a sly grin then opens the door wider and shows himself dressed in nothing but a white towel hanging low around his hips.
He puts one arm against the doorframe and leans close to you as he says, "Cause I'm not wearing any panties right now."
You should have noticed it from his wet hair and the beads of water rolling down his neck, and now that you're seeing the whole of it, your eyes immediately following where the beads of water going, they're going down the outline of his abs and eventually, to where they're all gathered as his pelvic bones leading down to one way: down south.
However, your instinctive reaction goes against what you're actually feeling inside.
"Ugh!" You groan and turn to the side, "Put some clothes on and I'll see you at my place!"
Without waiting for his answer, you rush back to your apartment and close the door behind you as fast as possible, then you rest your back against it.
The images of his naked body flashing through your head, his glistening wet pale skin, and how some parts of his body are blotchy red around the neck and chest. You get flustered all of a sudden, you immediately press the back of your hand to your cheek and you can feel them heating.
"Get it together!" You scold yourself.
After waiting for almost fifteen minutes, Chan finally comes knocking on your door like it's a musical instrument.
"Are you dressed?" You ask with your hand on the doorknob.
"Hardly," he jokes.
You peek through the peephole and see that he's already dressed to what you can say is his usual attire of dark short pants with a matching sleeveless top, showing off his bulging biceps. You open the door to let him in and he coyly walks in, treating your place like it's his own, sitting on your sofa with his legs spreading wide.
"Okay, so, why am I here?"
You stand in front of him with your hands clasped in front of you, "I've been lying to him the whole phone call and honestly, I've been doing it since the moment I decided that I want to break up with him, and I... I don't think I can lie to him again."
It's easy to admit your mistakes to him because he barely knows you and his opinions about you won't matter that much to you.
"I need to do it tonight," you hopelessly say.
"I take it you need my help to practice your break-up speech?"
You hate that he guesses it right but it's also convenient that you don't have to beat around the bush to ask for it. But first, you try to explain the situation as much as possible so he has ideas on what you're facing here.
"Lee is a man of many emotions and I'm not exaggerating when I say he'll likely cry," you inform.
Chan's forehead wrinkles as he processes this piece of information then stifles a nod. It seems like he still has no idea what you want him to do about it.
"I think it's less painful if you acknowledge the dumpee feelings," you blatantly explain.
"Okay, I got you. Let's practice!' He says, sitting up straighter on the sofa and then putting his hands on his knees.
It's just a practice but your anxiety takes over you not just mentally but also physically as your palms get sweaty. You wipe them down your jeans and take a breath.
"Lee," you call him by your boyfriend's name, and even though it's weird that you're roleplaying, you continue, "I want to break up with you."
Chan looks at you and gets quiet for a moment, "Wow. I'm in utter shock and it makes me very sad to hear that," he says with a rather serious tone.
Not the kind of reaction Lee would likely pull off but that will do if you decide to continue with it.
"I'm fully aware that this is so sudden but I've been thinking hard about it for some time and I think this is a decision that I should take," you say and you know it's a practice but you feel something caught in your throat.
"I'm sad and I need time to process it, but I'll be okay," he calmly says.
Chan gets the tone right but you believe breaking up wouldn't be this easy in real life, especially when there are real feelings to protect. To be honest, you're not ready to face the truth that you may hurt those feelings tonight.
"I think that went very well," Chan says, returning to his default settings.
"Yeah, I think that's it," you meekly say.
The worries and sadness are drawn on your face that Chan can easily see through your veiled expression, "If Lee is as nice as you said he is, then you shouldn't worry much," he says.
He waits until your eyes meet his to continue, "He may get surprised or shocked even, but he'll come around and respect your decision."
You can't believe that those words are coming out of his mouth or that he even tries to comfort you, but you appreciate it. Maybe his heart is still there, he just doesn't let it control him most of the time.
He gets up from the sofa and walks up to you, he takes your hands, ignoring how cold and sweaty they feel in his, "You got this," he assures you.
"Thank you, Chris," you sincerely say with a sad smile.
It is time to stop torturing both you and Lee with lies and forcing yourself to believe that the love is still there. It's time to accept the truth that if you can fall in love, you can also fall out of love.
-
It's a surprise that Chan worries about things that aren't his business. He's been playing some music to distract him from his head but he keeps the volume low because he doesn't want to miss hearing the sound of the elevator that will tell him any signs that you're back from the dinner.
Eventually, he tires himself out from worrying and falls asleep on the sofa. He startles always close to midnight after hearing the knocking on his doors.
Half disoriented, he trudges his way to open the door and finds you there, surprisingly, looking nice in a white cotton dress and your eyes dry.
But from the way you let yourself into his apartment, forgetting your impeccable manners and walking with shoulders slumped and carrying your shoes in your hands, he takes it that you did it.
"So... how did it go?" He carefully asks, following you as you're making your way to the sofa and then sitting on it.
You let a heavy sigh and your shoulders slumped even more, "At least, there's no crying," you answer with a sad smile.
Chan is unsure of how to react to that, is that a good thing or a bad thing? He just stands there with his arms crossed on his chest, thinking out loud.
"And even though it was ending... it was incredibly meaningful to me and I'm going to miss him," you say with your lips trembling.
Oh, no, Chan knows when a girl is about to cry, he quickly finds a remedy to it, one that he knows always works wonders for him. He runs to the kitchen and brings a bottle out of his alcohol stash, then hands it to you.
"Let's have a drink!" He says, realizing that he forgot the glass.
"Wait another second, I'll get the glass," he says, sprinting to retrieve two glasses from his kitchen cabinet.
When he returns, he sees that you're chugging the alcohol straight from the bottle. You gasp and then wince from the bitter aftertaste of it.
"Okay, straight from the bottle it is," he says, popping onto the sofa next to you.
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and then hand the bottle to him in which he wastes not another second to take a sip of it.
"The thing is... I really care about him but he wanted to get married, and I'm just not ready for that," you share with your eyes blank and looking at the void.
You take a deep breath but it seems like it only sends your heart sinking deeper and deeper, and making it harder for you to breathe.
"And if I'm not ready with a guy as great as him then what if I'm never ready?" You say, turning your head his way with your eyes glassy, pooling with tears.
"What if that was it..." you lift your shoulders then drop them as you let out a low sigh, "my one chance at love?"
The tears start streaming down your face like a bursting dam and Chan knows he can't do anything about it but let them out.
Hearing your words makes him think about what his idea of love is. He used to think that it was something he could get whenever he wanted it but now he knows that he's wrong, because that's just a short-lived infatuation, just some sort of meaningless connection.
From you, he learns that love is a privilege that not everyone can experience.
"What if I never get a second chance?" You ask him the question that he doesn't know the answer to.
"I don't know. I'm just sad," your voice cracks, then you break into tears.
Chan is quick to catch you into his arms and offers you his embrace. He knows he can't do anything about this sadness but he can try to soothe the pain, he's placing gentle rubs on your back as you cry into his chest.
The cry is resounding in this space, echoing the sadness back to you and it makes him inexplicably sad too, and he gets the urge to make it stop.
"It's going to be alright," he murmurs at the top of your head.
You look up with your eyes wet and red with tears caught in your lashes, "Is it?" You croak.
He doesn't know when but he knows for sure that time heals everything.
"It will be," he answers with a gentle caress of his knuckle on your wet cheek, "eventually."
Your eyes tell some more assurance for him and he doesn't know what drives him to do it, but he leans in, then kisses you.
To his surprise, you kiss him back and he knows you're doing it because you seek his comfort and he wants to give you exactly that. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, giving you that closeness you seek. He kisses you ever so softly because he knows he's kissing a broken heart and he wants to mend it. He can taste your sadness and the bitterness of it, and also the relief underlying all of it. As he kisses you, he lets his heart open just enough to take some of that sadness away from yours.
As the kiss deepens, the sadness withers, and something else emerges. Chan loses in it for a bit until he realizes what you're trying to do with your hand that reaches for the front of his jeans.
He abruptly detaches his lips from yours and shakes his head, "No, we can't do this," he says.
As much as he fancies you enough to have sex with you, he knows better not to do it when you're not in your right mind and your judgments are clouded with sadness. The last thing he wants is you waking up in the morning full of regrets.
"I want this, Chris," you croak.
"No, we can't," he adamantly says and takes your hand away from him.
"You're sad. You do want this," he says in an effort to put some sense into you.
You roughly crumple the front of his t-shirt and pull him close, "I wantâ No, I need this, Chris," you say to him with your eyes dark like two bottomless pits.
"Please?" You plead as a tear rolls down from the corner of your eye.
This is the most hopeless he ever heard of you and it breaks his heart. You said it yourself, you need this and he knows what you mean by that. You need the distraction, you need him to take this pain away even just for a fleeting moment, moreover, he can't break what's already broken.
He takes your hand off of his clothes and puts it in his, he leans in until his forehead is pressed against yours.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks once again.
"Yes," you answer without a beat.
That's all Chan needed to hear, he inhales air and puts an inch between your faces. He then tenderly holds your face with both hands and looks at you, unsure where to start but maybe, he can start by making those tears coming out of your eyes.
Chan dabs the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes with his knuckle and without the slightest of hesitancy, he places a gentle kiss on each of your closed eyelids and before you can open them, he captures your lips in a kiss.
Sex is not something new to him but Chan knows that this time is not about physical fulfillment, but a way to offer comfort and hopefully, to also mend your broken heart.
He takes his time to strip away every piece of clothing on you until you're bare, lying on the bed with nothing but sadness that fills your heart.
He touches you with utmost gentleness, using just his fingertips to feel the softness of your skin and you're so pliant, sensitive to his touch.
To make it fair, Chan takes his clothes off as well before joining you on the bed, caging you in between his arms and hovering only inches away above you.
"Touch me," he says to you, taking your hand and placing it on his shoulder.
He then glides your hand down his neck and chest, he makes you feel every inch of his pale skin with him. However, when he looks at you, your eyes remain on his.
"You feel so warm, Chris," you lowly mutter.
He brings your hand close to his mouth and kisses it, then crashes his lips on yours.
The gap between your bodies becomes non-existent as you keep pulling him close, he relents by lowering himself on top of you and props an elbow against the mattress to not put his whole weight on you.
Lips locked, hands around each other, bodies pressed together and the temperature keeps on rising in the room. Chan makes you feel every part of his lips brushing and gliding over yours. He skillfully parts your mouth open with his tongue so he can kiss you deep and hard, yet slow until you run out of breath.
At the same time, his hand makes its way down until his fingers land on your delicate flesh. He touches it tenderly, running his fingers between the folds, and drags them upward to rub on your bundle of nerves.
"Ah..." you moan against his lips as you curve your hand around his neck and pull him incredibly closer.
Judging from it, he knows he's doing it right and he should continue, he applies gentle pressures on your clit, making you drenched and that way, he can slowly put a digit inside of you.
You let go of his kiss to let out a moan and your head falls onto the pillow as he puts another digit into you, two fingers pumping in and out of you.
Chan intently watches as your face contorted along to the pleasure, how your jaws slack open and breathless moans keep spilling out of your parted mouth.
The way you clench around his fingers makes him impatient to feel you and how tight you feel around him, and the noises you make oh, they're his new favorite tune that he wants to keep listening to until his eardrums burst.
He glances down as he pulls his fingers out of you and finds them thickly coated with your essence, it doesn't stop him from shoving them into his mouth and lick them clean.
Chan holds you by the chin to keep you still as he kisses you, "Give me a second to get a condom, yeah?" He says to you and you nod in answer.
He makes his to the bathroom and pulls the drawer open to take a condom. To save time, he decides to put it on right away, he tears through the foil packet with his teeth and rolls the rubber down his hard length.
On the way out, he catches his reflection in the mirror and gets reminded that this is not about him. Tonight, it's all about you.
He returns to the bedroom, finding you still lying in bed naked and hugging yourself. He climbs onto the bed and lowers himself on you, letting you absorb his body heat to warm you.
Craving for another taste of it, he goes down and plants his mouth on your cunt next, tasting you right on his tongue.
You're squirming as his tongue laps over your wetness, drinking in on your essence and then using it to circle on your clit.
He's not the only one getting impatient and asking more of it, you both want it and there's no wasting time anymore. Just before he takes it to the next part, he places a long, tender kiss on your clit and immediately brings his mouth to yours again so you can taste yourself on him.
"I'm going in, mmh?" He says as he endearingly brushes your hair away from your face.
You hold on to his shoulder as he settles himself between your legs, aligning his cock with your entrance but before that, he rubs his length between your folds, lubricating it with your essence.
Your hands fly to your chest, hugging yourself again as you lowly moan to his hard length rubbing over your clit and then, pushing its way into you.
"Goodness fuâ" he can't even finish his sentence without breaking into a satisfied groan.
It's just the tip but he can already feel how tight you are around him, he's scared yet excited to push more of him into you. He reorganizes his breathing and rests his hand on your abdomen to do it.
Chan looks down to check and he still has a little more of him that needs to be inside you, he sharply inhales air through his nostrils and pushes the remaining length in one quick push.
"Oh..." you breathlessly moan as you're squeezing on your breasts.
Chan allows himself to take a moment to adjust himself to being inside you and you seem to also need time to adjust to his size because you feel so incredibly tight around him. It makes him wonder how this little thing can take him so well.
He takes your hands away from your chest and puts them around his shoulders, that way he can put his body on top of you, lips locked with yours again in no time as you wrap your legs around his waist, sending him deeper inside you.
As he takes a breath in between kisses, you hold his face and look at him with a different kind of sadness in your eyes which only reminds him that his initial plan is to make it go away.
He starts thrusting into you, wanting to fuck this sadness out of you. He wants to make you think of nothing but how his cock fills you full and how good he is fucking you right now, and soon, he's going to make you feel nothing but immense pleasure.
"Ah... ah... ah..." you moan for every thrust going into you and the skin-slapping sounds echo along with it in the room.
Chan plants his mouth on your breasts to contain his grunts and groans while keeping the steady motion of his hips pulsating against you.
A hand reaches for his chin and forces him to look at you, instantly engaged in eye contact with you. He continues thrusting into you with eyes looking deep into you, they're no longer looking like bottomless pits, they look like deep oases that he wants to dive into.
The next thing he knows, Chan finds himself deep in you, not just physically but also connected with you in a way that he's never experienced with anyone else until now. He feels barer than he already is and instead of shutting himself off, he embraces it and lets you in.
Soon enough, he finds himself lost in it and fully connects himself to you in a way that lets him know how it feels to love without fears or insecurities holding him back, without worrying if it's being reciprocated or not, to love wholly and completely.
"Oh," you let out a broken moan and that's when he notices that you break into tears again.
Chan abruptly stops moving, afraid that something he does is hurting you without realizing it.
"No, keep going, keep going," you tell him with your voice hoarse.
He needs to make sure to continue, he cups your jaw and asks, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, please, keep going, please," You repeatedly nod and plead with your teary eyes.
He wants you to stop crying, he wants you to stop thinking about what hurts you and start to see him as he tries to take this pain away from you. His body picks up the pace, going impossibly fast and also taking himself close to his high.
Your eyes are screwed shut, your breath is ragged and your hands are gripping onto his shoulders, overwhelmed by the pleasure that he brought on you.
The moment he's sure that you already come to your climax, he allows himself to let go and uses all of his strength to give you a few more thrusts until there's nothing left in him but waves of pleasure that wash over him.
"Chris..." you softly call and then pull him for a chaste kiss on his lips, "Thank you."
Chan's face hovers only inches above you as he softly gazes into your eyes, you look so fragile and open like a wound and he's just glad that he can make your heartache gone even just for a while.
"Shh..." he stops you from talking by running his thumb over your lips and then kisses you with his heart wide open. He lets this beautiful feeling pour out of him and into you.
"No, thank you," he mutters his gratitude between kisses.
Thanks to you, he experiences something he's never felt before with someone else, something new, something pure and real, something that feels a lot like love.
When he wakes up in the morning and finds you're not there, it hits him that maybe it is love but Chan is not ready to admit it yet.
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A week passes and Chan hasn't seen you ever since that night.
He can't tell if you're avoiding him or needing the space and time to piece yourself back from the break-up, he hopes it's the latter. Gosh! Let him be right.
Regardless of what happened, he can live with the fact that you despise him but it would be sad to know if you choose to go down the path of believing that you're not going to find love again.
Chan just needs to know if you're doing okay, that's what matters for now.
Fortunately, the two of you have been neighbors for quite a long time to learn your routine and knockabouts. He knows what you like to do on a Saturday morning, he goes to the lobby and chats with the concierge as he waits.
At the first sight of you entering the apartment building, his heart palpation, and in all honesty, he's just so happy to finally see you after a while.
Are you not seeing him there? Or you're just pretending which only confirms his initial thought that you've been, in fact, avoiding him.
You're walking through the lobby carrying a bag of groceries in your arm, you skip checking on the mailbox and go straight to the elevator. It just happens that the elevator is vacant and the doors slide open after you push the button.
Chan decides to take the risk, sprinting to get into the elevator before the doors close. You already despise him so a little more hate shouldn't be a problem to him.
"Morning, sunshine," He greets you with his dimpled grin.
"Good morning," you politely reply without looking at him.
Things are going back to normal and he should be glad, right? At least, you're back to your usual settings of looking stoic and acting polite, and the best thing about it is you're still talking to him.
"I should learn to avoid people from you. You're good at it," he pushes it a bit just to see if he can crack through this facade.
"Excuse me?" Your head turns his way and with your eyes widen, "I have not been avoiding anyone."
Chan holds the urge to smile for successfully getting your attention and rests his back against the cold, metal furnace of the elevator, "Are you sure?"
"Well, we're seeing each other now," you tell him.
"That's because I know you like to go to the farmer's market every Saturday morning," he says at the same time, admitting that he knows about your routine.
You slowly turn your body facing him and squint your eyes at him, "You've been keeping tabs on me?"
"It's my favorite pastime activity," he shamelessly answers then pokes his cheek with his tongue.
"It's better than watching porn," he playfully adds, something that he knows will annoy you the right way.
"Ugh!" You groan as you look straight ahead.
Oddly enough, that's what he misses the most about it, interacting with you and seeing your reaction to his antics, but you, especially.
"Don't be so uptight," he coyly says.
He takes a step closer to you and puts his hand on the handlebar, "it's not like we haven't slept together or anything."
You let out a scoff and hoist the strap of your grocery bag higher on your shoulder, "I'm shocked you even remember," you say.
You turn your head next and your eyes immediately lock in a gaze with him, "I figure I'm just a low notch on a very long bedpost," you add.
"Are you calling me a man whore?" Chan says, feeling offended.
You take a step closer to him and daringly stare back into his eyes, "I didn't call you a man," you answer with a sly smirk.
There's a few seconds of silence until Chan realizes what you just said to him but you know what? He's going to give it to you, for now.
He looks at you and smiles, "Touche!"
You both look at each other and at the same time, burst into laughter, and it keeps going until the hilarity subsides with each passing second.
Is this real? Did you just poke fun at him with a beautiful smile on your face? Did you really laugh and the sound of not only echoing in this enclosed space but also in the back of his mind? Did he just see a different facial expression on you? Either way, he likes it and he likes how it makes him feel.
The elevator chimes open and soon, the doors part open. He lets you get off first and then takes his turn after, he gets a little disappointed as you both are going in the opposite direction.
"Hey, Chris," you call as he's only a couple of steps away from the door of his apartment.
His heart palpation again but he keeps his calm and then slowly, turns on his feet to face you, "Yes?"
"I'm cooking curry for dinner and I know it'll be not as good as the one you always ordered but you can come and..." your hand is fiddling with the strap of your grocery bag as you speak but your eyes remain steady on him, "see if it suits your taste."
And did you just invite him for dinner? Him, the neighbor you despise so much?
Chan acts coy and scratches the back of his head, he holds the urge to answer right away. He has a reputation to uphold and he reckons, you have to at least wait a minute for his answer.
"Yeah, okay, let's see," he nonchalantly answers but his smile tells otherwise.
You crack a laugh and nod, walking to your door with the keys jangling as you're unlocking it.
Chan thinks that's the end of it until you call his name again, his heart leaps this time and he almost flies his way to you.
"Yeah?"
"Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you what are we," you say with a smile then get inside of your apartment.
That's funny because, after that night, he was hoping that you would ask him that as most girls do but that's where he is wrong, you're not most girls, you are his neighbor whom Chan is secretly in love with.
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Shark Week
Male!Shark Hybrid x Fem!Reader
Bunniâs Monstertober Event
Oct 14th
Oct 13
Oct 15
summary: you decide to visit your boyfriend even while youâre still cramping and on your period⊠not knowing that heâd turn into a feral beast at the sight and scent of your blood.
warnings: reader is on their period, pussy eating, blood, belly bulge, breeding, two cocks, double penetration
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When you showed up to the beach in a pair of lounge shorts and a tanktop instead of your usual bathing suit, he knew something was up.
He swam up, settling on a rock a few yards from the shoreline, observing you as you scanned the water to find him.
Before you could spot him, he ducked below the waves, only his dorsal fin poking out of the water.
It was the late afternoon, and next to no one was at the beach. If you squinted, you thought you saw a figure a ways down, but you couldnât be sure.
So that means you and him would most likely be⊠alone.
You yelped when he popped up a few yards away from you, quickly swimming up and waiting for you to wade in.
âHeyâŠâ
He tilted his head when you stayed on the shore, his dark eyes blinking before he smiled. Those sharp teeth used to terrify you, but now you ended up smiling back.
âComing in?â
This made you sigh. Truly, you really wanted to go swim with him and spend time together⊠but you knew how sharks worked.
Mostly,
âNot today⊠can we just talk from here?â
He paused, his smile fading. â⊠why? You donât want to touch me today?â
âNo, no sweetheart it isnât that-â
Your lover sulked, his tail swishing in the water as if he were a disappointed puppy. âNo hugs?â
Your lip wobbled before your legs moved on their own. You found yourself waist deep in the water in seconds, your lover letting out a surprised grunt before curling his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest.
It didnât take long for him to sense the blood in the water. His eyes went black, his grip tightening on your waist as he buried his face into your neck.
âBlood⊠were you hurt? Who did this?â
He growled lowly, his vision getting a bit blurry. âYou have to get out of the water, I canât control m-â
âI w-wasnât hurtâŠâ
Although his mind felt fuzzy, he tried his best to listen to you, noticing you had turned shy and quiet.
âIâm⊠on my period. Iâm uh⊠bleeding down thereâŠâ
He perked up, his black eyes moving down your body to your shorts.
His body went stuff, and he began to rut agaisnt your pathetically, struggling to control himself. All he wanted now was to taste your blood, to feed on you and properly stuff you full of cum.
âN-not here!â you yelped, glancing around the beach.
After whisking you away to a safe spot, he lifted his lower body out of the water, revealing his two cocks has poked out of his slit in excitement. But he didnât fuck you yet, no, his eyes were on your fat, bloody cunt.
He glanced back up at you. The sight of his sharp teeth so close to your pussy was a bit alarming, and you were unsure what would happen when he went into a feeding frenzy while eating you out⊠but god, you knew a few orgasms would help with your cramps.
He lapped at your folds, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head at the taste of your blood. After that it was history.
His face was buried in your cunt, lewd moans es aping his lips as he slurped and licked up all of the blood he could, and in the process was making you cum like crazy.
When he pulled back to look up at you, most would consider a shark hybrid covered in blood terrifying, but you thought he looked adorable. All blissed out from devouring your blood, a hand pumping at one of his cocks as the other rutted against your legâŠ
He really wanted to be inside of you.
The hybrid was nearly 4 feet taller than you, easily towering over your chubby frame. It felt nice, feeling his neck nuzzle into you and purrs rumble from his chest as his cocks prodded at your cunt.
You had taken both before, and with all the orgasms, you were able to take both cocks easily. The stretch was always uncomfortable at first, but he did his best to ease you into it.
The sight of your blood staining his lower belly and two cocks had them twitching. After fucking into you like the wild animal he was, he came buckets, making your belly bulge from how full it was of his cum.
Sex with him was always exhausting, but especially now that you were on your period. As you drifted off to sleep, he made sure you were safe and warm before leaving to catch you some fish.
You were his mate after all, and youâd be carrying his shark pups soon⊠you would need lots of strength to bear his litter~
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diphenhydramine | s.r.
in which reader has a hard time getting to sleep at night, leading to Spencer's step by step instruction of which hormones help you fall asleep
margotober masterlist
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: unprotected p in v sex, fingering, spencer infodumps while fingering you, restlessness, ambien, sex as a sleep aid, effective but not recommended, physiology, female masturbation, insecurity, reader doesn't pee after sex which you really should do, no clean up, but fanfiction isn't real. softdom!spencer. not thoroughly proofread. word count: 1.99k a/n: i thought i had this scheduled so imagine my surprise when i went to check tumblr and it wasn't posted. ANYWAYS. this one goes out to all the girlies with chronic sleep issues (me) and the person who requested this. don't like, don't read.
Your pillow was warm. Surely that was what was hindering your ability to sleep. Lifting your head, you flip your pillow over, resting your head on the cool side and turning to your other side.
Facing Spencer, you pull your arm out from under the covers, wondering if you should only change one variable at a time to see what actually helps you get to sleep. Huffing, you shut your eyes again, the usually muted traffic outside of your apartment seeming extraneously loud for this time of night.
You couldnât put a name to it, but there was something keeping you up at night. Youâd always had sleep issues, but your restlessness from the last several weeks was unprecedented.
âAngel,â your boyfriend says from next to you, reaching his hand out and placing it on your waist, trying to drag you across the sheets and into his arms.
Willingly, you move to his side of the bed, leaving space between the two of you to keep your body coolâmaybe you were just too warm to sleep. âDid I wake you?â You ask, peering up at him through your eyelashes. He looks so ethereal in the diffused moonlight that seeps in through the closed curtains, the cool light falling over the harsh edges of his face.
He hums in response, opening his eyes and casually slipping a hand under your sleep shirt, resting his palm on your bare waist, âNo,â he murmurs, even though you know heâs lying through his teeth. âWhatâs wrong?â
âCanât sleep,â you tell him miserably, sticking out your lower lip even though he likely canât see your faceâhis eyes would need to adjust to the darkness.
He shifts under the covers, gently skimming the pad of his thumb over your ribcage, âHave you tried Ambien?â
Your primary care physician prescribed sleeping pills for you, but you didnât have any interest in taking them. âSo I can end up at the Lincoln Memorial with my underwear on my head? No, thanks.â
âI would be very impressed if you managed to sleepwalk all the way to the National Mall,â he muttered, his voice clearing as he became more alert.
You sigh in exhaustion, âIâm multifaceted.â
Spencer kisses your forehead, âGo to sleep, multifaceted.â
âI canât,â you complain, watching him through your eyelashes, âIâm open to suggestions.â
Your boyfriend groans at your impertinence, âYou could try taking the pills that your doctor prescribed to you.â
Rolling your eyes in the dark, you tuck some stray hairs behind your ear, âNope. Any other ideas in that big brain of yours?â
âHas anyone ever told you that you get kind of snippy when you get tired?â Spencer asks rhetorically.
Frowning in defeat, you consider going out to the living room to watch something on the TV. At least that way you would be able to let Spencer get some sleep. âAre you telling me that thereâs nothing youâve read recently that has any kind of information on remedies for restlessness?â
Next to you, Spencer stiffens, and you wonder if heâs cold. You turned on the ceiling fan in an attempt to cool down, âThere are always new articles on sleep remedies, but none youâd be interested in.â
Your eyes flicker to the alarm clock on his bedside table, just past three in the morning, âIâm open to anything.â
âOrgasms produce some of the same hormones that are conducive to falling asleep,â he whispers, his ministrations on your waist coming to a halt.
Sighing, you flop onto your back, âI already tried that.â
Heâs silent for a moment, âWere you touching yourself while I was in bed next to you?â There was a new lilt in his voice, some sort of shift as the type of frustration he was feeling changed.
Considering your options, you cross your arms in front of your stomach, staring up at the spinning blades of the ceiling fan, âYeah, but I didnâtâ I couldnâtââ
âYou couldnât make yourself come?â He finishes for you, the words that you couldnât get out slipping easily past his lips.
It shouldnât embarrass you, but you find your face warming under the cover of night anyways. âNo,â your answer comes out as barely more than an exhale, âI couldnât quite get there.â
With his hand now resting on your abdomen, your attention laser focusing on the way his pinky finger skimmed the elastic band of your panties, âDo you want me to try?â
Honestly, it wouldnât be much of an attempt, like every other aspect of his life, pleasing you is something Spencer excels at. âI want you to go to sleep. Iâm sorry for waking you,â you decline his offer.
He doesnât move his hand, âAre you sure? Iâm offering, if youâre accepting.â
âI-â you falter, âI guess it doesnât hurt to try, but only if you want to.â You were perfectly fine with going to the couch and wasting the night away in front of the TV screen. Youâve clocked a lot of time with the early morning newscast recently.
Spencer twists his wrist in response, looking at you in the cool light of the room, âIâm always interested in pleasing you.â He speaks to you quietly, retaining the reverent tones of the morning while slipping his hand deeper into your underwear. His index finger slipping easily through your folds, âOh, you got close,â he whispers.
Thereâs no resistance as his finger breaches your entrance, already deeper than your fingers had gotten. Your mouth falls open, a small, choked gasp escaping your throat as your hand instinctively grabs at Spencerâs wrist, âYeah.â
His motions are slow and precise, making sure you can feel every slight movement as he withdraws his finger before sliding it back into your pussy. Adding a second finger before his other hand pulls down at your underwear, haphazardly leaving them around your thighs before finding a rhythm. The peace of the night pauses only for the crude sounds from you, muffled by the blanket strewn over your bodies.
Gently, Spencer presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, maintaining the thrusts of his hand as he slowly encircles the sensitive nub, âSpence.â Your voice is a breathy laugh in recognition of just how quickly he can get you there.
There was something about having someone else touch you. When you do it yourself, you can hold yourself back or overthink it, but with Spencerâs hands on youâor in you, ratherâthere was nothing to hold back. âSex can help you sleep for the simple reason that itâs physical activity, but itâs when you cum that your body releases hormones that can actually help you sleep,â his ministrations donât suffer as a result of his physiology lesson. If anything, it all becomes more intense.
A sharp, high-pitched noise comes out of your mouth, the all too familiar knot in your lower belly coiling. And coiling. And coiling. âSo, you canââ your voice cuts out as you gasp, âYou can literally fuck me to sleep?â
Spencer hums a confirmation, âSex reduces cortisol levels, and your bodyâs going to release oxytocin and prolactin,â he assures you, âand those will induce pleasant and relaxing feelings. All of which means I get to fuck you to sleep tonight.â
ââm close,â you breathe, closing your eyes as the pressure in your core nears unbearable levels. âOh, Spence,â you say, your grip tightening on his wrist as his hands donât let up on you.
His unoccupied hand reaches up to your face, gently sweeping hair off of your forehead in a way that makes you dizzy, his head falling to your shoulder before he kisses the worn fabric of your t-shirt, âYou can cum, baby. Itâs okay.â
He doesnât want you to hold it in, so you donât. Your head tips back into the pillows as the coil in your belly snaps, going off like a slingshotâsharp and quick.
Spencerâs fingers keep working you through your orgasm, slowing at the same pace that your orgasm does, the sheets sticking to your back as you slowly unarch, coming back to the surface as the pleasure of your orgasm drifts away almost as quickly as it came.
Every part of your body trembles as you fall away from your high, hooded eyelids staring over at your boyfriend as you catch your breath. Timidly, you reach down and push your underwear down your legs, kicking them off into the abyss of sheets to be discovered at a later date as you turn on your side.
âYouâre so pretty,â he whispers, shifting under the covers as he pulls his cock out of his boxer briefs.
You hum, scooting yourself closer to him on the mattress, heat emanating from his body in a way that you now find welcoming, âYou canât even see me.â
Grabbing your thigh, Spencer slings your leg over his waist, opening your body to him, âNot right now,â he admits, âBut I know you. I know the way you look right now, while Iâm slipping myself into you.â His voice is low, but your attentions are focused on the feeling of his tip at your pussy, slowly pushing into you. He lets your body adjust, this isnât an angle he usually takes you at, but you can feel every single ridge as he moves.
âI know the glossy look your eyes have right now,â he mutters, pushing your lower back closer to him, leaving his cock impossibly deep in you. âA combination of the orgasm that you just had and the sensations youâre feeling right now.â
You shudder at his words, tentatively rolling your hips against him, silently signaling to him that youâre ready for him to move. A soft cry escapes your lips as he withdraws his hips, pushing himself back into you while your cunt throbs around his length, âSpence.â
He grunts in response, finding a steady, gentle rhythm as your mind goes blank. You find yourself searching for that high again, âYou feel so good, angel. So, so good.â His voice is low as he pulls your body closer to him still, âFuck.â
âSpence,â your voice cracks at stimulation, overwhelming you as he breathes into the crook of your neck. You dig your nails into his back, trying to keep yourself from screaming as his hand slips between your conjoined bodies, swiping softly at your clit.
Spencer keeps moving, fucking into you as his movements grow messier and messier with each passing thrust. âYouâre so pretty,â he repeats, seeing your features in the soft moonlight as your mouth gapes and your second orgasm quickly approaches.
Whimpering, you bite down on your lower lip, your leg thatâs slung over him shaking uncontrollably as you chase your orgasm, âOh my god,â you gasp helplessly.
âSo good for me. Let it go, Iâm close too,â he says, continuing his motions even as your pussy clenches around his length, the waves of your orgasm pulsating around him, sending him hurtling toward his own.
Stars dance in front of your eyes, and you let them fall shut. His movements come to a stop and you loose a sigh of relief at the realization that youâre exhausted. âDonât go,â you mumble.
Spencer presses a soft kiss to your lips, holding you close to him with one arm while readjusting his underwear with the other. âI wonât,â he whispers, âYou need to call your doctor about wanting new sleeping pills.â
You grunt in response, too close to sleep to form a coherent response.
âIâm not opposed to a more natural remedy, but Iâm not always around at night, and I need to know youâre sleeping at night,â he tells you, his voice growing softer as sleep threatens to take him.
Humming, you nuzzle closer to him, letting your body melt into the mattress as you finally fall asleep. Staying cold was no longer a concern, staying close to Spencer was.
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đđđđđđđ | feyd-rautha
( gif credits to @wondrousashes )
âsummary: on a calm day back at your home, you shattered away the serenity as you decide to confront feyd about his alleged concubines and the little secrets he seemed so cautious to hide, pushing him further and further to the edge. âpairing: feyd-rautha harkonnen x female!atreides!reader âword count: 4k âwarnings: arranged marriage, jealousy, a bit of implied smut (the actual smut is coming up in the next and last chapter !!!), mentions of sex, mentions of cannibalism, feyd being a slut for the reader (as he should), mentions of killing and death, hot and very passionate love confessions, definitely ooc!feyd.
writerâs note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!
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part one ââ part two ââ part three (coming soon)
The week at Giedi Prime went by so fast that you hardly noticed any of it. The first day had been a bit slow and tedious, but the ones that followed turned out to be more than agreeable and enjoyable, Feyd-Rautha had been very concerned about keeping you entertained and as comfortable as possible, showing you every corner of the palace and walking you around the city.
But for now, you were back at your home for the last visit you would have there before becoming a Harkonnen. Feyd was staying close to you through all the reunion, naturally, diplomatically greeting your family.
âYou met his cannibal lovers yet?â Paul's voice echoed inside your head between Feyd's conversations with Duke Leto, your gaze drifting to your brother in absolute alarm, horrified at the question and relieved that, so far, the answer was negative.
âThere are rumors that tell how his concubines feed on the hearts of his dead opponents.â Your brother propelled you with the oh-so-cute information about your future husband. âThe bastard has not one, but three. I guess you'll have to battle it out with them for his love, that was Duncan said.â
âStop it, don't be an idiot.â You snapped back at him, averting your gaze from him to Feyd-Rautha, who was conversing ever so formally with Lady Jessica now.
You couldn't imagine him eating of human flesh, nor fucking three different women at the same time. Although, rumors always started from something and during the few times you had been able to get inside Feyd's head, you hadn't seen anything that was remotely pretty or light.
Paul's words managed to resonate in your head, lingering between the walls with a sense of suspicion.
Maybe that was why he never showed you the intimacy of his chambers... because on his bed lay three women compliantly awaiting for his attention and lust.
For some reason, the false image of him fucking them, bodies intertwined and interlinked, voices whimpering and moaning, made you feel respulsive, your guts twisting like a serpent.
You didn't want to believe it was jealousy, but again, your mind never wanted you to believe anything at all.
The palace of the Atreides stood majestically between rocky mountains, with the golden sunlight falling beautifully on the grayish stone walls, bringing in a warm afternoon. Rising magnificently behind your back, standing like a rocky guardian.
Your gaze was on Feyd-Rautha as you walked together along the outskirts balconies of the castle, your greenish dress swaying in the sea breeze, as did your hair, which you wore unusually loose that day, the sweet smell of it had him crazy.
âDo you like it?â You asked him after a few moments of silence, with a hint of a smile that Feyd noticed as he turned to look at you, noticing as well how you waited expectantly for his opinion of your home, which he knew you always held close to your heart.
After a second, he nodded his head, looking at you intently. âI do.â
His blue eyes, which looked as clear as ever under the natural glow of the place followed you as you walked beside him, keeping himself close to you, he could feel the natural warmth of your body and the sweet smell of your scent.
It was the first time you saw his eyes showing their true color, for back in his home, they rarely reflected so much brightness and his orbs glowed so beautifully in the sunlight. They possessed the most beautiful shade of blue, reminding you of the ocean, of home.
âIt's nothing like my home.â Feyd-Rautha added in a more amused, lighter tone of voice, with a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, lowering his gaze to the ground, noting how the grass softened each of his steps on it.
âObviously. Caladan is everything that Giedi Prime and Arrakis are not.â You answered him, snorting the words out with a soft chuckle that was carried away by the wind, turning your head to look at him once you stopped at the edge of a greenish cliff after descending one of the many rocky staircases that rose up through the hills.
The sea stretched into the immensity of the horizon and the water was uncommonly calm, waves lapping the shore relentlessly. It was a calm and peaceful scene out there, quite the opposite of what you felt inside, as you felt a tempest of emotions raging in your soul.
âHave you been with someone else like this?â
There was another one of your little questions again.
And he pondered the answer, dragging his eyes as blue as the ocean itself in front of them, back to you.
But Feyd-Rautha was rather certain that you already knew the answer, that you already had it, you could tell by the way he looked at you and the way he addressed you. Because it was enough to be clear that he had never been this way with anyone before, he had never spoken to anyone like this and he had never been so pleased to be in someone's company, basically in his entire life.
âThe only people I've ever had this close to me are my family or my enemies, neither of whom I think entertain my presence very much.â Was his reply, honest and respectful. His husky voice, in contrast to the graceful sea breeze was a pleasant and comforting noise to you.
His words were masked with a touch of amusement, as he used to do in the last days when he spoke to you, it seemed as if you brought back that inner child he had, a stranger who felt increasingly closer.
But even using that tone, his eyes told you that he was not lying, that he was giving you the pure truth.
Yet, somehow you were not satisfied with his response. And he knew it.
âHave you been with other women?â
Feyd drew in a breath, half-opening his lips, air hissing between his teeth.
âSo I'm assuming you've heard about the rumors about me?â
And there he was, answering you with another question to challenge you back, to play with your head as he had grown to love to do during the short time you had been in each other's company. Your conversations always ended up being a game of back and forth, a game of a tension that would be cut with the least sharp blade.
âMy future wife likes to guide what she believes by mere rumors?â He pressed further.
And as always, you exhaled the air held inside you, twisting your head slightly, looking at him with incredulous eyes. âThese are not rumors, Feyd âI've seen it.â
His blue eyes narrowed as he walked closer to you, expression both intrigued and yet defiant. âWhat do you mean you've seen it? Don't play games with me now, woman.â
âDon't threaten me, man,â You squinted your eyes as you pronounced the word like poison, almost coming out like an insult. âI'm not afraid of you.â With your own response to his defiance, this immediately silenced him, stopping him in his tracks right in front of you, as you stepped closer to him, your presence growing menacing now. You were really upset. âDo you think that when I marry you I will allow you to go on screwing around with them?â
âYou met them and they threatened you?â Feyd asked in a low tone, maintaining a calm demeanor, though he wanted to know if any of his concubines had dared to even glance at you during your stay at Giedi Prime. His orbs reflected a sensation that ranged to a murderous, bloodthirsty urge, not at you, but at anyone who was stupid enough to threaten you. âTell me, did they say anything to you?â
You crooked your head very slightly, looking genuinely offended by his questioning.
âDo you think I would allow any of your concubines âanyone at allâ to threaten me and go on with their lives?â You replied instantly, looking him up and holding his gaze, as brave as ever. You seemed to be the only one in the whole universe who dared to answer him and put him in his place. And he was loving it, he felt the desire to be broken by you, to let you destroy all his walls and reach his soul. âThey'd already be dead if they did.â
An amused grimace twisted his lips, gaze darkening with pride, desire even, approving of your words, feeling suddenly small under the vastness of your aura, dark and menacing now.
âDon't worry about them.â His words sounded humorous this time, just as his fingers laced between yours, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, an attempt to reassure you. âSoon I'll be all yours, sweet girl.â
You frowned your brow slightly, as did your lips, still looking offended. He squinted his eyes, hissing as he realized he had said the wrong thing, yet again.
âI'm not sweet.â Your hand released his, your annoyance rising with the seconds. âI'm not one of your pets you can treat as sweet, Feyd-Rautha.â
He raised his brow, following you with his gaze, puzzled, as you turned around and began to walk back to the palace, turning your back on him and leaving him to talk alone.
âOne of my pets?â He questioned, with that amused grimace plastered on his mouth again, as he began to follow your hurried footsteps, his pale face reflected a blend of frustration and irritation. âDo you think I would treat you like one of my pets?â
His voice sounded so husky and frustrated and delicious that you felt like just stopping and jumping on him right there. But your own self-respect and pride were more important, you wanted to believe.
Seeing that you weren't planning to stop, Feyd tried to stop you by grabbing your arm, but his hand remained over your smooth skin, with no major result in trying to calm you down, so he cleared his voice, making the attempt to be as cautious and reassuring with his words.
âI think you must understand that desire and lust is something we all possess, my lady, not just men.â
He was physically relieved when you stopped to be able to look at him, with his hand lingering on your forearm.
But your eyes were still dark with discomfort when they met his once again. âI won't be one of your girls, Feyd-Rautha.â
His lips parted, brow furrowing slightly, his voice kept low. â(Y/N)ââ
He stood right there, utterly speechless, with his voice caught in his throat, watching you walk away from him, striding with steps that exuded pure anger up to your rocky palace. His hand dropped from your arm and returned to his side, now far from your warmth and heartbeat.
It took Feyd-Rautha a couple of minutes to pull himself together, sighing heavily, a small smirk curving his lips as he began to walk the path back to the Atreides' palace.
He was absolutely thrilled to discover this side of you that he hadn't previously seen. You were truly frightening and he was loving it.
By the time the moon was bright in the center of the dark sky, shining through the thickness of black, a pair of soft knocks sounded against your chamber door and you didn't have to use any hint of your skills to know who it was.
He looked at you with those now dark blue eyes from across the threshold, arm resting lightly against the grayish stone. He looked strangely troubled, look shadowed.
âHave you always been such a perfect seductress?âFeyd asked you just as you made a questioning gesture with your head. âHow many men have you seduced like this?â
You looked him up with doubting eyes, frown slightly furrowed. âWhat are you talking aboutââ
He interrupted you in a scratchy voice, fearing somehow, that someone else might hear him, that someone else might witness how desperately vulnerable he was being, for you.
âYou've broken me. All I can think about is you.â
Feyd took one step forward and you one step back, so you two moved as if you were in a kind of dance until he eventually entered your chambers, pulling the door shut behind him.
âI can't handle not touching you. It's a rule I'm on the brink of breaking for you.â He whispered and your breath caught in your throat, exhaling air in a stuttering gasp. âAnd I shouldâ I'm expected to be a gentleman. I'm supposed to behave myself, keep my composure. But you⊠you are driving me crazy, woman, you play with my head, you've bewitched me.â
You could really see that he was trying to explain himself for you, attempting to articulate everything that was going through his head and you knew that it was very unusual for him to speak out loud about his feelings. And now, you were the one who couldn't say anything at all.
It was true, the most important rule your mother had emphasized to you was that you were not to get involved sexually, or in any way with your betrothed, until the very day of the actual wedding, as that particular night was meant to be consumed.
âYâyou shouldn't be here, my lord.â You managed to utter out after a few hesitant stutters, feeling your back brush against the wall and having him in front of you, trapping you against his body. He seemed to be struggling against his body, against his desire and instinct, hesitant hands twitching at his sides, nearly reaching out instinctively for your body.
âYou were so bold back there talking back to me, what happened now? Aw, what happened, pretty?â He asked in a more teasing tone of voice, holding your gaze. âWe could put that mouth of yours to good use then, hm?â
âMy lordââ
âCall me by name.â He demanded, he begged you, whispering.
âFeyd...â You named him so obediently that it made him smile darkly to himself. âSomeone might listen.â
âAre you afraid that someone will find out that two people who are getting married desired each other?â Feyd asked, half-closing his eyes and breathing out through his nose, as if trying to compose himself, trying to convince himself more than you. âThere is nothing wrong for a husband to crave for his wife, right?â
You gulped, and his eyes instantly landed on your throat, watching as bone and muscle moved beneath the flesh, his tongue twitched, aching with all his will to be able to just lick the skin of your neck.
âI guess not.â Your voice trembled even when you were trying extra hard to sound confident and certain. âBut we are not yet husband and wife.â
âSoon...â Feyd muttered, almost as if he was making a promise, uttering a vow.
His eyes closed as he finally rested his forehead against yours and suddenly, you were breathing from the same air. His trembling breath was warm against your lips and his scent was everything you could have ever craved... and it felt so familiar that your soul seemed to shudder, like something you had smelled all your life, something that had haunted you even in dreams, forever present but yet always so far distant.
âCan I touch you?â Feyd breathed out against your mouth after a few moments.
You didn't answer him verbally, instead you slowly took his hands between yours, fingers placing them in parallel against his, allowing you to feel every inch of the imprint drawn on his fingertips as you dragged yours across his palm, both feeling the size difference.
Then, you rested his big, calloused hands on your waist, allowing him to touch and hold you as much as he wanted and to permit him to do so, a single sight on your eyes was all it took.
He hissed as his hands molded the curve of your waist and instantly afterward drew you into his body, pulling you fully against the wall behind you. Your back arched instinctively and you gasped too, so softly, your chest pressed against his with the motion.
âTouch me.â Feyd-Rautha pleaded, he had never pleaded so... desperately for anything ever in his life.
That was your allowance for your hands reaching for his body, out of control, one making a slow path up through his strong arms while the other rested against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under your palm, beating echoing your own. Your fingertips gently patted his muscles, recognizing his skin and his body. You got the abrupt urge to claim it as yours. To claim him.
You felt yourself blushing at all the overly imaginative and lustful images of him invading your head.
His nose brushed against yours, nuzzling it affectionately, still without opening his eyes, as if he were in some kind of dream from which he didn't want to wake up. His fingers caressed your belly, tracing a slow caress across your entire abdomen upward, while his other hand gripped your waist, holding you against him.
His touch triggered an immediate reaction across your flesh, skin shivering under his fingers.
Feyd whispered your name like a prayer, like a thirsty man, crawling and screaming for water.
âI'm trying to be good...â
âDon't be.â You whispered back, almost begging, looking up at him, gaze meeting his once he opened his eyes. âPlease, Feydââ
Then finally his lips landed on yours, initiating a kiss that you both craved so much, maybe he more than you for the way he brought you close to him, almost possessively, like a mad man, almost as if he was imprinting his mark on you, marking you for whoever had the courage to look at you.
He let himself sink in the way your lips fit against yours, in the warmth your body offered him, in the all too familiar sensation he could sense in every single fiber of his core from the kiss, your kiss.
Feyd-Rautha felt like a roaring beast just unleashed, ruthless and insatiable, just like when he walked into the arena, eager to kill, rooting against his opponents âand now he was rooting for you, to be near you, to intertwine his soul with yours, to claim you as his own.
And claiming you he was, his scent covered you all over now, making you feel a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, throbbing crotch, blood seething like an infernal flare. Anyone who came near you would not only smell you, but him too, on every inch of your body. His hands roamed just under your breasts, rubbing across your ribcage and sliding down your back, fingers just barely grazing your ass, pressing you tightly against him in desperation, grasping and squeezing as much of your tender flesh as they could.
Your own palms roamed up his chest, caressing his broad shoulders, all the way up to his neck, tugging him closer to you in desperate motions, impossibly close.
When your bodies begged for oxygen, you broke the passionate kiss, leaving you both breathless. He kissed you once more, allowing you to breathe just for a few seconds before all you breathed was him. He wanted to become your oxygen, something indispensable to you, something you needed to live with, a necessity.
âYou're the only one.â Feyd-Rautha mumbled out as his hot and soft lips trailed down a wet path all the way to your neck, tracing the line of your jaw with sloppy kisses, each time his lips pulled back from your skin a wet noise echoed and filled the room, making you gasp.
You could feel the way his lips were modulating each word against your skin, as if using a language so intimate and so tight that it took your breath away. A language known and used just between the two of you.
With desirous eyes he looked at the dark crimson mark he'd left on your throat before raising them across your flushed face, his hands cradling your jaw, thumbs caressing your skin tenderly.
âWhen my uncle gave me the announcement that I was to marry you, I kicked them all out.â He continued to explain, pecking your lips a couple of times before kissing each cheek, your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, every single feature of your entire face, with the utmost care and adoration.
No one had ever looked at you the way he was looking at you right now.
Feyd rasped out a small chuckle, breath warm tickling against your nose. âAnd by kicking them out I mean I killed them.â
His comment didn't surprise you at all, in fact, it didn't even provoke a reaction in you. During the week you had been in his company, you had already gotten used to Feyd-Rautha's -almost cruel- honesty and sassy remarks, you were just starting to get used to his very eccentric and unique attitude. Because the na-Baron's personality was something that was most captivating to you, he was so different yet so similar to you.
âOf course.â You replied, trying to hold back that dark grin on your lips, an action that caused him to kiss you once more, his attention was on your mouth the whole time as you spoke to him in that tone of voice. âI would expect nothing less from the Feyd-Rautha and for my future husband.â
Again he rested his forehead against yours and you were the one who kissed his lips this time. It had become a reassuring habit in a span of less than five minutes for both of you.
âI can't do anything to you until we get married, my uncle would find out otherwise. I have âwe haveâ to behave, my love.â
He seemed to read your mind this time, or maybe it was the way you were looking at him, biting your lower lip gently, eyes darkened with desire, silently begging him to just take you right there against the wall when he called like that.
Perhaps Feyd-Rautha was a hopeless romantic just like you or he simply desired you in ways that went beyond mere sex or plain lust.
âAre you afraid of him?â You softly asked him, your fingers stroking the back of his neck, feeling the smoothness of his skin. Your fingertips followed the trail of one of his veins marked on his neck, making him gasp lightly.
âHave you seen him?â Feyd responded with another question, a curved little smile on his lips, his tone of voice directed pure sarcasm. âI don't think I'm in such a position as to challenge the Baron.â
You nodded your head, fingers stroking his cheekbones now, tapping the moles that spread across his face affectionately. âHe's terrifying.â
Your heart seemed to melt as you watched him close his eyes and lean against your hand, kissing the palm in action.
âMhm...â Feyd hummed, watching you attentively, as if he was memorizing every inch of your face. Suddenly, his expression changed to one of amusement.
âWere you seriously jealous of my darlings?â
Your heart seemed to drop to your stomach and burn with your guts as you heard the nickname fall from his mouth.
âCall them that again and I'll cut your throat.â You murmured against his lips, kissing them slowly before pulling away from his body, looking up at him with dark, yet playful eyes, your hand roaming across his chest until it fell to your side as you stepped away. Then you made your way towards your bed with a very slow pace, under the attentive gaze of his azure eyes following every movement of your hips.
His heart âapparently non-existent until thenâ was pounding like crazy inside his chest as his lips parted, for once again you had left him speechless.
That was living proof that you were simply made for him. And he for you.
And maybe that just meant you were each other's weakness, people would say so.
But he felt just invincible in your presence, as if your company made him behold the whole universe, gave him the power of the all galaxy at hand, making him feel like the only man in existence. Your man.
Feyd-Rautha had never felt so desperate to make you his wife and finally call you his.
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ROUTINE â gojo satoru
MDNI, f! reader, established relationship (married), oral (f! receiving), hickeys, terms of endearment (pretty, sweetheart, my love, my pretty wife, baby), not proofread, unedited, this is a mess, wc: 1.6k
gojo satoru is not one to be bound by routines.
anything that sticks to a particular schedule he finds boring â it contradicts his character that always seeks the thrill of the unforeseeable to further challenge his instincts.
âŠexcept for one little thing he grew to religiously follow every morning without fail, that is.
perhaps itâs not routine in his eyes, but rather an instinct, to be fair.
after all, what is he to do when he opens his eyes to the sight of his beautiful wife next to him â bare breasts firmly pressing against the side of his chest, hardened nipples burning into his skin, one leg draped over his, sleepily kneeing his already growing erection â but give in to his instincts?
at times like this he thinks â if he is the strongest, then you must be something even beyond him to make him rely so desperately on his instincts not driven by desire to prevail, but rather to survive. because, god forbid, he might just die if he doesnât shelter himself in you, first thing every morning.
a slumbery smile stretching slowly on his lips. he can still taste you there from last night as he swipes his tongue across to wet them a little bit. a low hum of pleasure cracks from his throat at the memory of you, his senses now opening up and expanding further â the remnants of your taste in his mouth come along with the musky scent of you, and it sends an intense rush of blood to his cock.
he is throbbing against your knee like a nudging for attention.
head nuzzled against the crook of his armpit, you peck softly around the skin of his nipple. âfive more minutes?â
âhm? the alarm hasnât even gone off yet, prettyâ
âoh?â, you tilt your head slightly to look at him, eyebrow pointing up, âitâs very loud and clear to me thoughâ, now consciously pressing your knee tiny bit harder against his crotch and immediately getting rewarded with a groan from deep within his throat.
he chuckles, âohâ this one i canât snooze, iâm afraidâ
but soon his chuckle fades, replaced by a big inhale and then an elongated exhale mixed in with husky growls as you start to palm his cock laid bare on his stomach. dew-like precum oozing out of his tip as your hand rolls up and down, squishing him between the inside of your hand and his belly. âthis one i canât snooze either, iâm afraidâ it wakes me to my core, every morningâ
âi know thatâŠâ, he breathily whispers. his lips lock on your forehead as his hand finds yours to guide you with the movements, to slow you down a little â because, the fact you canât resist him too might just make him cum on the spot. ââŠby the way you so sweetly open your legs for me every morningâ, he smugly speaks, chest swelling with pride knowing that you want him just as bad.
âdonât get too cocky thereâ, you squeeze his head and swiftly roll your palm around it â âs-shitâ, he hisses, hips involuntarily bucking up at your touch. âbe gentle, sweetheart. after hours of being out of your warmth he is basically like a virgin nowâ
âmy badâ, you release your grip and slowly trace your fingers up his chest. âi will give him some time to calm downâ
a pained look in his eyes and a groan of frustration leaving his lips at the loss of your touch, his cock likewise twitching in protest. âthat was not the point, sweetheartâ, he drags out, yearning reigning in his voice. âcome onâŠ.â, his hand reaching for your bare ass, squeezing the plush of it and pulling you closer simultaneously, fingers dangerously close to your entrance slick with arousalâŠ
in a split second, you find yourself flipped over, with him hovering over you. his hands gripping the headboard for support as he spreads your legs apart with his knees. his cock hanging in the air between you, drizzling a few drops of pre on your belly for him to wipe it off and thumb it on your lips, pushing his digit in your mouth to rub the taste of him on your tongue.
a muffled moan tries to escape you but it only vibrates against his fingertip as you suck on it, savoring every bit of him in your mouth. you go about to clench your thighs, seeking little bits of friction down there, but alas â heâs keeping you nicely spread and still.
âoh, you need something down there, my love? my bad â let me help with thatâ, he cockily throws at you.
shifting a little bit down, his hands leave the headboard only to latch on you and spread your thighs apart even further for him to bury his face right in your cunt. inhaling deeply and starvingly, holding your scent in his lungs for as long as he can. and the more he does the eager he grows. a growl vibrates through your folds. âfuck, baby â you are just as needy, huh?â, he pulls away â his nose, mouth and chin dripping from your arousal. and you think â he looks just like a dog, salivating from the corners of his mouth and hunger seeping from his eyes, and you â you are his meal.
âshut upâŠâ, you growl, biting your lip. the way he just breathed you in a second ago, almost snorting in your slick through his nose, sends hot coals racing through your body, the lower of your abdomen now swirling and sizzling with stroke inducing heat.
âof course, whatever my pretty wife desiresâ â is what he says to you before his lips move to the inner of your thigh, trailing sweet pecks on your flesh as his thumb makes a perfect land on your clit, rubbing it just the way you like.
ânghhââ, you gasp, a sense of whirlwind overwhelming your lower abdomen. you grab at his hair instinctively, attempting to draw his face closer to your cunt, but he takes his time as thereâs one thing he must absolutely do first.
his teeth pinch the plush of your inner thigh, softly sucking on it but long enough to leave a mark, a signature if you will, that says mine. itâs for his eyes only, but knowing heâs marked you gets him going even longer after that.
a pleased smile on his lips at the view of his creation. his face finally moves closer to your cunt now that heâs done stamping you with the seal of his ownership. his gaze still locked on the hickey he left, proudly admiring it â after all, only he gets to be this close to your cunt.
two of his digits spread your lips for his tongue to sweep up and down the length of the inner of each, the tip of his tongue circling around your clit in between rotations, and it makes you breath become more ragged with each transition. your mouth opens and your eyes close â you toss your head back against the pillow as his tongue starts to dart in and out of you, smoothly swirling around. his thumb joining back to rub your clit and further empower your pleasure. like a second tongue against you, until you are reduced to a panting, shaking, teary-eyed mess. cumming in shocks and waves on his mouth, your body convulsing and hips violently smashing against his face as you ride your high.
he pulls away. âfuck, loveâ, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then licking your residuals off of it like itâs the last drop of water on earth. thereâs so much of you all over his face and inside his mouth, even still sliding down his throat â yet there he is, fighting for every ounce that slipped away. âyou bring the greed out of me so easilyâ
you donât have the breath in you yet to shoot a snarky remark at him. and heâs got no intention of sparing the time for you to gain control of your lungs â his cockâs been aching in agony from holding back until now.
leaning in to loom over you again, his elbow rested on the mattress, he slides his hand below your head to hold it gently. lips glued on your forehead as his free hand carefully aligns his cock with your entrance, tapping at it a few times and swiping up and down your folds to coat himself with you.
âsatoruâŠ.â, you wrap your arms around him, hands exploring the broad canvas of his back, roaming around, up and down, and at last â stopping at his ass. fervently kneading on his cheeks, inviting him in with both hands that push his weight down to your cunt and hips that rise up to meet him halfway through. âhurry up. pleaseâ
âf-fuckâ, he growls. your words send tremors down his entire body for a split second. his muscles tense up and he is trembling from the immense pressure his being is put through right now, from holding back to not just pound himself balls deep into you in one go.
but he holds back. he likes to savor this moment, after all itâs the best part of his day. the slow sliding of his cock inside you, the stretching of your walls, the way your eyes pop out with every inch he puts in you, the way your mouth hangs open giving way to the sweetest moans ever known to mankindâŠ. he likes to sear all these into his conscious, every morning. without fail.
this is more than a religious routine at this point. it borders on addiction. just like every smoker needs that hit of nicotine every morning upon waking up â he needs his dose of you. the world might burn and crumble down, but gojo satoru will not lift a finger before he checks this off with you.
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His Father's Son
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Summary:Â After the untimely death of his father, Rafe takes it upon himself to become the man of the house.
warnings: NON-CON, STEPCEST, AGE GAP, mentions of major character death, depression, alcoholism, stepmom!reader, underage drinking, canon ages
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The overwhelming feeling of being watched turned out to be true.
You flinched at the sight of the figure standing next to your bed, eerily still and eerily familiar in the darkness. Reason took over, and your heart started to slow just as quickly as it had started to race. You struggled to move, legs twisted within the sheets as you reached over to turn on the lamp. Sleep was still clinging to you, desperate to pull you back in, but you pushed it away with one look at Rafeâs face.
âItâs 8 oâclock,â was all he said in that tone you had never cared for.
Once his words actually registered though, you swallowed down the mild irritation that had threatened to bubble up. You felt your heart drop to your stomach as you blinked, staring at him with parted lips before hurrying to search for your phone. When it bounced out of your unsteady hands and onto the floor, you cursed.
Sliding out of bed, you unfortunately confirmed that it was indeed 8 oâclock.
Now 8:03.
âShit,â you breathed, pressing your hand to your forehead. âUmâŠâ
You swiped your tongue between your lips, noting how dry they felt.
âTell Wheezie-.â
âI already took Wheezie to school.â
The teenagerâs words surprised you, and your hand fell, staring at him in a mixture of shock and shame. At those words, you finally registered the look on his face, and you found yourself thinking that his tone earlier made a lot more sense. You opened and closed your mouth, fighting to figure out how to respond. Unfortunately, you didnât come up with anything clever.
ââŠoh.â
You watched the blond cross his arms over his chest, head tilted with the barest of frowns between his brows.
âIâm sorry,â you finally added, letting out a sigh. âI overslept and my alarm didnât go off andâŠâ
You found yourself trailing off, hating the sound of your excuses.
You got the feeling that Rafe hated the sound of them too by the even stare he fixed you with. You imagined that he hadnât planned on dropping Wheezie off to her first day of school this year, and while it was something you both knew he should expect to do sometimes, it was also something he shouldâve been asked to do. You couldnât even remember going to bed the previous night, and you were sure the two bottles of wine youâd consumed had something to do with it.
âShould I anticipate dropping her off tomorrow too?â
There was an edge in his voice that you didnât like but couldnât necessarily be angry at.
âNo,â you told him, tone sheepish. âIâll get up on time.â
Rafe didnât respond, but he also didnât leave right away. He simply stood there, drinking you in with a frown. There was a look that passed through his eyes that made you think he probably wanted to say something, but if that were true, he swiftly changed his mind. You watched him silently leave, and you resisted the urge to sigh, closing your eyes instead.
When you married Ward Cameron two years ago, it wasnât for the most honorable of reasons youâd admit. However, the same could also be said for him. After all, what would a forty-year-old man possibly want with a twenty-seven-year-old woman? Probably something equally as superficial as the same reasons a twenty-seven-year-old woman would want to marry a forty-year-old man. With that being said though, you hadnât actually expected to fall for him. In hindsight, how could you not?
He had never been bad looking, and he was far kinder than you ever expected. Sure, the money and security of a comfortable life were what pulled you in, but after saying yes, you realized that he wasnât the typical cold and rich husband you expected him to be. Seeing him do his best with his children only made it harder to pretend like it was some loveless marriage of mutual benefit.
You loved him.
âŠand then he died.
With one boating accident, you were suddenly the single mother of three teenagers. It wasnât something you were prepared for, and while one was technically an adult, that still left two who werenât and couldnât possibly fend for themselves. On top of it all, you still found it hard to get out of bed most days, a problem that wasnât so bad during the summer.
âŠbut the new term was here, and you couldnât put your responsibilities off any longer.
Reminding yourself that youâd quite literally drank yourself to sleep the previous night and therefore overslept, you noted that you were off to a bad start. The thought made your eyes burn, the full realization of your new reality hitting you. After Ward died, Rafe was basically the one to take care of everything while you spent most days in bed, but months had passed and summer was over and now your time had come to be a parent.
Resisting the urge to cry, you stumbled to the bathroom, hoping you didnât look as bad as you felt.
âDid you hear me?â
His voice pulled you out of your own head and you slowly turned to look at him.
âWhat?â
Rafe stared at you for what felt like a long time, and it was then that you realized heâd probably been speaking to you for some time. You swallowed at the realization, noting that youâd spaced out again, and when Rafe heaved a sigh, you actually felt like the scolded child.
âSarahâs staying over at a friendâs house tonight,â he told you.
You could feel his gaze on you when you nodded, and deep in the back of your mind you knew that you shouldâve asked some follow up questions, but you couldnât bring yourself to. Youâd always trusted Sarah and her judgementâRafe being the one you and Ward always worried aboutâand considering the circumstances, you wouldnât question her on this. In your current state of mind, you were positive she could ask you to smoke a blunt and youâd give her the okay.
You were pulled from your thoughts again by the sound of your name.
You were unsurprised to meet Rafeâs gaze.
You couldnât place the look on his face, but he seemed like he was deep in thought. Rafeâs behavior and demeanor had taken a 180 after Wardâs death you had to admit. Granted, you supposed that was to be expected, but for some reason it surprised you. Maybe it was because the change was so drastic or maybe because Rafe seemed so set in his ways that it was hard for you to remember that he was only nineteen and still had so much capacity to mature into someone entirely other than what you knew him to be.
Your thoughts on the matter didnât really matter, you supposed. All that mattered was that heâd stepped up where youâd so clearly dropped the ball, and maybe that was why you found it so hard to snap out of it and be the responsible parent, now. There were days when your grief paralyzed you, and you didnât feel that nagging obligation to get out of bed because you knew Rafe would handle it.
The blond didnât say anything, but his thoughts were plain as day as he reached along the counter and slid your drink from in front of you.
âRafe-.â
âI think youâve had enough,â was all he drawled, and you found yourself frowning.
âWhoâs the parent in this scenario?â
âApparently me,â he fired back, making your jaw tick. âIâm the one running the business and taking Wheezie to school and making sure thereâs actually something to eat in the house.â
You blinked at that, recalling that you couldnât remember the last time you went grocery shopping. Shame filled you once again, and your gaze lowered, eyes tracing the patterns of the granite. The silence that descended between you was thick, and just when you were about to apologize, Rafe spoke.
âLook, I get that you loved him or whatever, but⊠So did weâŠ,â your eyes met his at that. ââŠand Wheezie and Sarah still have to go to school, and I still have to talk to people and deal with contracts and bullshit I didnât think I would for at least another ten years.â
You realized that Rafe was right, and it made you feel worse because you didnât think Ward would have married you if he didnât think you were capable of looking after his children should something happen to him. Yet here you wereâŠletting him downâŠ
Rafe moved from his spot on the other side of the counter, and you only let him when he gently took your arm and forced you to stand. It was a far cry from your dynamic only five months ago. In your defense, you never clicked with Rafe. It wasnât for lack of trying on your end, but Rafe was so troubled and had so many pent-up emotions and awful drug habits that it only proved to be a breeding ground for disaster.
You could think of too many instances in which you tried to be a parent to him only to be met with the same snarky and cruel demeanor he gave to everyone. He never quite took to you as his new parental figure, and youâd quickly learned that Ward was the only authority heâd respect and listen to. You tended to try and stay out of his way as a result, but Rafe was the one to catch you when you collapsed after getting the news that day.
Overnight, heâd gone from treating you like the ugly stepmother and instead like some injured foal he needed to look out for.
âThatâs not healthy,â Mrs. Thornton said to you a few days later.
You watched her set her tea down, lips twisted into disapproval as she marinated on your words.
âYou are the parent,â she sternly told you. âItâs your duty to pick up right where Ward left off, and instead you are letting some teenager run things.â
You knew that she was right, but you didnât exactly relish hearing it.
You had never cared for the older woman, her upbringing influencing the majority of her opinions and stern exterior. However, after the boating accident, you desperately needed another actual adult to talk to. You were out of your element, and everyone knew it, and the first time you sat with her after your husbandâs death felt humiliating. Now, however, you practically relied on her to keep your head on straight.
ââŠbut I donât know how to parent two teenagers all by myself, let alone handle the family business that I was never all that privy to.â
She made a noise at your admission, and it only served to humiliate you further. You had long suspected that she didnât approve of Ward marrying a significantly younger woman, and by telling her that you werenât included at all in the important decisions, you only validated her suspicions that you were only ever for show.
You forced yourself to ignore it.
âTheir relationship was rocky, yes, but⊠No one knew Ward like Rafe,â you quietly admitted. ââŠand Rafe is the only one Ward talked to about all of this. Rafe knows how to make the decisions Ward would want.â
âHeâs nineteen,â she scoffed. âBarely older than my own son.â
At your unsure expression, she leaned in closer, brows drawn together and lips pursed.
âYou are his parent,â she repeated. ââŠand the longer you refuse to act like it and let him handle the business and the household and his siblings, he will forget it and start to challenge you in your own home.â
You didnât have the heart to tell Mrs. Thornton that it didnât exactly feel like your home anymore. At least not without Ward. While it relieved you that Sarah and Wheezie still treated you as they did before his death, you still couldnât help but worry that without him around they would soon refuse to take you seriously as a parent. Part of you wouldnât even blame them.
Youâd only been in their life for three years, six months of which you were just their fatherâs silly twenty something girlfriend. You didnât need to be a genius to know that they never expected him to actually marry you. Rafe had made that pretty clear when Ward had broken the news with you at his side.
It was a week later when you found yourself knocking on the door of Wardâs study. You supposed that it belonged to Rafe, now, and that correction made your heart clench. Even seeing him in the same spot where Ward often sat made you falter, and it took you a moment to remember why youâd disturbed him. Mrs. Thorntonâs words were front and center in your mind.
âWe need to have a serious talk about the business.â
At your words, Rafe only tilted his head, and you noted how out of place he looked in Wardâs space. Rafe was so young and everything about him betrayed his mindset and inexperience and impulsive tendencies. He didnât belong, at all, but who were you to deny him his birthright?
âWhat about it?â he finally wondered, and you were hyperaware that he was watching your every move as you walked about the room.
âI think that I should be more involved with it,â you told him, continuing at his frown. âRafe, youâre only nineteen, and like youâd said. You werenât prepared to be fully involved in this for at least another decade.â
You watched him toss some papers aside at that, and the look he fixed you with made you swallow. It was reminiscent of the Rafe you were used to. You didnât miss the way he dragged his blue gaze over you, sizing you up, and you definitely didnât like it.
âYou donât know anything about it.â
The acknowledgement that Ward had never included you in these matters stung, but you only sighed.
âNoâŠbutâŠâ
Your words died in the air as Rafe stood, and you had an inkling of what he was going to say by the look on his face.
âDo you even want to be involved in my dadâs business?â he asked you, leaning against the desk with his hands pressed into the wood. âOr are you just listening to Topperâs mom again?â
The blond chuckled at your silence, and it lacked humor.
âMy dad left it to me,â he finally said, holding your gaze. ââŠand I know you think you should be involved becauseâŠwellâŠyouâre the parent, nowâŠâ
You didnât like the way he rolled his eyes at that, and you blinked when Rafe straightened, nearing you.
ââŠbut you donât get it.â
Rafe looked between your eyes.
âI disappointed him too much while he was here, and this⊠This is my chance to make him proud,â he admitted, and your shoulders drooped.
âRafeâŠâ
ââŠand not just with his business,â he continued. âHeâs goneâŠso now I have to step up and be the man of the house.â
Despite the fact that you could see where Rafe was coming from, you didnât necessarily agree. He was too young to be putting so much pressure on himself to follow Wardâs footsteps and make up for his absence. That was your job, and you heaved a sigh, looking down. Youâd just started to shake your head when he spoke again.
âBesidesâŠyouâre still knocking backâŠwhat? Twelve bottles a week?â
You reared back at that, lifting your gaze as heâd already started turning away from you.
âIâm not saying it to be mean,â he assured you, leaning against the desk and intently watching you. âIâm just stating a fact.â
Your throat felt incredibly thick all of a sudden.
âMy dadâs death hit you really hard, and I get it. Mrs. Thornton is telling you that youâre the parentâthe adultâand so you need to put me in my place and step into your role.â
You looked away, avoiding his eye.
ââŠbut you can barely function most days, and I treated you like shit on more than one occasion, soâŠâ you reluctantly met his gaze again. âItâs only fair that you let me look after you, now.â
You wanted to tell him that that wasnât his job, and that more importantly, it should be the other way around. However, he was right. In your condition, youâd screw everything up and drive the whole family into debt. It wouldnât be like this forever, you knew that, and so you reluctantly agreed that you needed time to get yourself together before you fucked it all up.
You woke up in tears, chest tight as you struggled to breathe.
It wasnât the first time you dreamed about Ward, but instead of a good dream it was only a memory of that day Shoupe had knocked on your door. Youâd felt trapped and panicked as you watched on, telling yourself not to answer it. Somehow, if you didnât answer it then it wouldnât be true. He wouldnât be dead but justâŠstill on his boatâŠenjoying a long vacation.
The events played out just like they did that day. Youâd been able to feel the dread deep in your gut at the look on Shoupeâs face, and you kept screaming at yourself to kick him out of your house, that he had nothing good to tell you. You watched the way your face fell and the way your hands shook, and Rafe had only walked into the room for two seconds before hurrying to grab you when your knees buckled. Heâd held you, fighting to calm you down as you wailedâŠ
Much like he was doing now.
âHey, hey,â you heard him harshly whisper, arms tight around you as he kept you from bucking around on the bed. âY/NâŠâ
Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to catch your breath, but your choked sobs were coming out too fast to give you any kind of reprieve. You could feel Rafeâs chest at your back as he moved closer, and one of his arms snaked around your neck as he held you in place.
âIs she okay?â
It was only then that you realized the hallway light was on and bleeding into the otherwise dark room. Wheezie sounded worriedâscaredâand you cursed yourself for doing that to her. You were supposed to be their support, comforting them and providing a safe space during this awful time in their lives, and instead it was the other way around.
You both heard and felt Rafe sigh.
âYeah, sheâllâŠsheâll be fine. Wheezie, you should go back to bed,â he told her. âNow.â
You could only assume she listened to him, and Rafe only let you go when your breathing started to slow. You werenât crying as hard when he laid you back down, and his absence was only felt for a few minutes before the bed dipped again. You felt him put a pill in your hand, and you frowned at it as he pulled you into a sitting position.
âTake this,â he told you, pushing your hand towards your mouth.
âWhatâŠ?â
âItâll help you sleep,â was all he said, forcing you to pop it into your mouth, a glass of water being pressed to your lips almost immediately.
In your distress, some slipped past your lips, and Rafe beat you to it in brushing his thumb across your chin. Slowly blinking, you laid back down, and you heard Rafe set the glass of water aside. You naturally thought that heâd leave, but you were surprised to feel his hand on the side of your face, smoothing it over your face and hair.
You really didnât like that he was taking on a role that shouldâve been yours, and after some time, you quietly mumbled an apology.
âI loved him,â you whispered in the darkness, and you felt Rafe freeze. âI know you guys think that I didnât. I know what you and your friends have probably said about me behind my back.â
You tiredly scoffed, more tears escaping as you squeezed your eyes shut.
ââŠbut I loved your father very much, and I wasnât prepared to do this alone.â
Rafe didnât say anything, but he didnât move either, and you pressed your hand to your face, feeling the pill taking effect.
âI donât know what to do,â you choked out. âHe was supposed to be here, Rafe, Iâm not supposed to do this alone.â
You could feel your chest tightening again, and Rafe shushed you. You could feel your body becoming lighter, and you welcomed it, face relaxing and breathing slowing. Rafe was still next to you, his body so close to yours that you could feel the heat coming off of it. You didnât have the strength to push his hand away as his fingers grazed your cheek, and after some time you felt him pull the cover over you.
You didnât feel him move or leave, but you became less concerned about that the more your fatigue grew.
You stared at Wheezieâs hopeful face, chewing on your lip as you contemplated her request.
âHave I met Natalieâs parents before?â you wondered, and you realized your mistake in asking that when her face dimmed.
âI donât think so, butâŠdad did.â
You slowly nodded at that, whispering a small ârightâ before looking away. It was a Friday evening, and in order to make up for your less than stellar behavior, youâd planned to cook and have dinner as a familyâsomething that hadnât been done in months. However, Sarahâs plans with her boyfriend put a damper on that, and now Wheezie was asking to stay over at a friendâs.
It didnât seem fair to make Wheezie stay while Sarah didnât. Granted, Sarah hadnât exactly asked you, but still. The plan was to have dinner as a family anyway, and without Sarah, that wish was already ruined. The way you saw it, you might as well let Wheezie go, but you didnât know Natalieâs parents, and so you felt unsure.
Rafe came into the kitchen then, and with one look between you, he deduced that a serious discussion was being had.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked no one in particular.
âIâm asking mom if I can sleep over at Natalieâs tonight.â
ââŠand Iâve never met Natalieâs parents soâŠâ
You watched Rafe chuckle at that, lips curving into a smirk as he moved to taste the vodka sauce on the stove.
âTheyâre almost as uptight as Topperâs mom, so Wheezie will be in good hands if thatâs what youâre worried about,â he told you, tone light.
While that reassured you, you still felt a little down about your plans for the evening being ruined. You got the feeling that it was noticeable, and you flinched a bit when you felt Rafeâs hands briefly come down on your shoulders before brushing past you.
âYou can do your family dinner thing another night,â he suggested, shrugging at you. âSarah wonât be here anyway.â
Wheezie gave you a pouty lip, and you thought it over. If she said that Ward had met them before, and Rafe confirmed that they were indeed trustworthy, then you didnât see why not. Even still, you unintentionally found yourself looking to Rafe, and when he gave you the barest of nods, you smiled at the thirteen-year-old.
âOkay,â you breathed, and she jumped up with her phone in hand.
âNatalieâs mom is picking me up,â she threw over her shoulder, hurriedly heading for the stairs.
You were happy to see her coping better with things, so you tried to focus on that instead of the fact that youâd be eating alone. Turning back to the stove, you turned the dial down to a simmer, half expecting Rafe to be gone when you turned around. He wasnât, and you didnât miss the way he eyed you as he leaned his arms on the counter.
âLet me guess, you have plans too? Itâs Friday, and that usually means youâll be out somewhere with Topper and Kelce.â
The crooked smile on his face was mocking as he peered up at you from beneath his lashes.
âItâs family dinner night.â
You only rolled your eyes at that, turning away from him.
âYouâre nineteen, Rafe. I donât expect you to turn down plans with your friends just to stay home and sit across from your stepmom,â you sighed. âYou can go, itâs fine.â
âYou and I both know I donât do anything I donât want to do,â he said, something you silently agreed on. âI want to stay.â
When you looked at him again, you were surprised to find him standing much closer, now. You hadnât even heard him move nor realize just how close his voice was. You couldnât place the look on the blondeâs face as he stared at you, and you watched him reach up to grab a plate.
âWhy?â you chuckled.
Despite how nice he was being now, you both knew that it was only the case because of Wardâs death. Rafe had never cared for you, and if the circumstances were different, he wouldnât hesitate to get as far away from this house as possible. You felt like Rafeâs thoughts were probably mirroring your own, something passing through his gaze that looked a lot like confusion.
ââŠbecause you loved him. Probably more than me,â he shrugged.
You frowned because you didnât agree with that, at all, and you told him so.
âI think there are very few people who can love someone as much as a son loves his father.â
You threw Rafe a small smile, reaching out to rest your hand on his arm.
ââŠand you did love him, Rafe. Sure, you guys fought worse than teenage sisters at times,â you breathed, frantically blinking at the memories. ââŠbut thatâs just because he wanted the best for you, and you had your own problems that didnât stop you from disappointing him.â
You tilted your head at him when he looked away.
âYou idolized him, and all you wanted was to make him proud. It made things very complicated, but please donât ever say I loved him more than you did.â
When Rafe looked at you again, there was a deep frown on his face, and for some reason, you felt very small beneath his stare.
ââŠbut you did,â he said with a small shrug, gesturing around. âI mean, look at you.â
You blinked.
âYou have to be medicated just to get some sleep, and you still donât remember staring at the wall for days after he died.â
You felt a chill pass through you at his words, hating how much youâd let them down, but also because there was something about the way Rafe stepped towards you and held your gaze that you didnât think you liked. It made an unsure feeling twist deep in your gut for some reason.
âSo, no. I donât want to go anywhere with Kelce and Top, not when my dadâs wife is one bad day away from a psychotic break,â he whispered. âHe would want me to take care of you.â
His words were reminiscent of the same ones heâd spoken to you in Wardâs study that day, but unlike that day, today they made you feel uneasy, and you didnât know why. You dropped your hand, taking a step back from him just as Wheezieâs voice reached your ears.
âNatalieâs mom is outside, Iâll text you when I get there,â she called as she ran through the house.
Your voice cracked when you told her to have fun, but you didnât think she heard, the door slamming shut mid-sentence. Forcing yourself to turn away from Rafe, you grabbed a plate with shaky hands, Mrs. Thorntonâs words echoing in your mind that Rafeâs new role in the household wasnât healthy.
âI swear Iâm not doing it to be a bitch, okay?â Sarahâs voice reached your ears. âItâs just really hard to be around her without thinking about dad.â
You swallowed at her words, taking a step back on the stairs,
âEspecially when itâs obvious just how hard sheâs taking it,â she said. âI mean, sheâs a little better, sure, but those sleeping pills you give her arenât doing a thing. Sheâs not tired, Rafe, sheâs depressed.â
âWell, youâre making her feel like shit,â you heard him reply, a tone in his voice that you hadnât heard in quite some time. âThis is the fourth dinner you skipped out on for your Pogue boyfriend.â
The younger girl didnât respond right away.
âIâm sorry,â you heard her eventually say. âWhen did you start caring about her anyway? Werenât you the one who called her some gold-digger, saying she was coming for your spot in the will?â
That didnât shock you nor hurt you, long imagining that Rafe had said far worse. You heard him heave a sigh, and it sounded angry.
âDadâs gone, Sarah, and that means we should stay together as a family,â he sneered. ââŠand Iâm doing what I can to make that happen.â
You heard a slight scuffle, and you hurriedly made your way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. It had been some time since you heard Rafe and Sarah fight, something you definitely didnât miss, but considering the topic of this discussion, it didnât surprise you that it was a little more emotionally charged than normal.
When you rounded the corner, Rafe had a tight grip on Sarahâs arm, the younger girl trying to leave with her purse in hand. The expression on his face was unnerving, a deep frown between his brows with his lip curled over his teeth a she got in her face.
âThings are going to be different, now.â
âRafe.â
Sarahâs eyes were wide and terrified when she looked at you, relaxing a bit at your presence, and you were relieved when Rafe let her go. Sarah only briefly acknowledged you on her way out, desperate to get away from Rafe, and you watched the way he glared after her.
âRafe, itâs fine,â you told him. âSheâs allowed to hang out with her friends for whatever reasons she wants, especially now.â
âAre you going to use that excuse forever? Just because dad died it doesnât mean that she can do whatever she wants,â he snapped, gesturing towards the door.
âSheâs grieving!â
âSheâs using it as an excuse to be a shitty daughter, and youâre just letting her.â
You reared back at both his words and his tone, and for the first time in months, you felt something like anger bubble up in your chest.
âItâs not your place to tell me how to raise her. Sheâs not your daughter,â you spat.
The small laugh that he let out lacked humor, and by the look on his face, you knew that there was something on the tip of his tongue that you would hate.
âYeah, well, sheâs barely yours.â
You could tell that he wanted to take it back almost as soon as he said it, and you pressed your lips together just as he touched his forehead.
âFuck, thatâs notâŠâ
His words trailed off, and you crossed your arms over your chest. You were only thirteen years older than Sarah and knew her for all of three years, so it wasnât like you didnât feel the same at times, but it still hurt to hear. Itâs like Rafe was voicing your worst fears that she would come to lack respect for you and your presence in her life as a mom.
You didnât know how to do thisâŠand everyone knew it.
âI just feel likeâŠyouâre treating her like dad did, letting her get away with everything, and I hate it,â he slowly said.
Rafeâs feelings about Sarah had never been a secret, and neither had Wardâs. You wouldnât ever deny the fact that Ward favored her, and it was unfortunately noticeable, something that was always visibly distressing for Rafe. With Ward goneâand with Rafe feeling like he now needed to be the man of the houseâthis made for a very complex situation.
You couldnât tell what was rightful concern and what was just Rafe wanting to put Sarah in her place, something heâd never been subtle about.
âI wasnât expecting to be left raising teenagers by myself before I was even thirty, Rafe,â you finally replied. âIâm tryingâŠâ
âI know you are,â he hurried to say, quickly approaching you and reaching for you. âThatâs why Iâm trying to help.â
You backed away from him before he could touch you, and you didnât miss the way his expression clouded over at that. Looking away, you swiped your tongue between your lips, choosing your next words carefully. You could feel his heated gaze burning a hole into your face.
âI get that youâre trying to help, and believe me when I say Iâm so appreciative of it, Rafe, but⊠It is not your place,â you carefully said, looking at him again.
You watched him roll his eyes towards the ceiling, nodding to himself. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and when his gaze fell back to you, you immediately knew that you didnât like it. Rafeâs nostrils flared, and you didnât need to be a mind reader to know that your words had bothered him, no matter how carefully you chose them.
âWhat you mean is youâre the parent, Iâm not, and I need to stay in a childâs place.â
You sighed at that.
âNot necessarily, I just-.â
ââŠbecause if that were true, who wouldâve driven Wheezie to school on the mornings when you couldnât even get out of bed?â
You didnât appreciate him throwing that in your face, and by the look in his eyes, you could tell he wasnât done.
âYou want me to stay in my place, but Iâm the one who made the funeral arrangements and answered the important questions and kept this house together when the woman our dad married was too grief stricken to even stand on her own two feet.â
You bit your tongue, warily eyeing him as he moved to stand directly before you.
âDad died, and I stepped up. Not youâŠme,â he firmly told you. ââŠand now that youâre sort of kind of getting your shit together, you just want to pretend like I should have no say in any of this.â
You didnât like how close Rafe was, but when you went to take a step back, his hand shot out to dig into your arm, preventing you from doing so. You winced at the tight grip, and you swore you saw his face soften some at the sight. His grip certainly did, and you almost wished that it didnât because the gentle way he held your arm and the gentle way he looked between your eyes made you deeply uncomfortable.
âSomeone has to be the man of the house, nowâŠand it falls to me,â he whispered.
You didnât even have a proper response for that, feeling wholly unnerved as you stared at one another, and you took a deep breath.
âLet go of me, Rafe,â you quietly said.
You were relieved when he listened, almost convinced that he wouldnât, and you touched your arm with a step back. You studied his face, searching for what? You didnât know, but againâŠMrs. Thorntonâs words would not leave your mind, and you hated the way your lips trembled.
âDo not touch me like that again.â
Your tone was even, but you were sure your eyes betrayed you because Rafe merely raised an eyebrow at you.
âOr what? Youâll send me to my room?â
Your heart sank at his mocking words and the subtle challenge in them, and despite how much nicer Rafeâs next words were, they didnât make you any less uneasy.
âIâm just trying to do right by my dad and look after everything he left behind.â
His words seemed innocent enough, but for the first time, you allowed yourself to wonder just what that entailed exactly and what role he expected to play in this family. You didnât want your mind to linger on something that couldnât be true, and so you left him without another word.
The feel of a hand shaking your shoulder is what pulled you from sleep, and it took you a long time to peel your eyes open. Doing so felt difficult for some reason, and when you exhaledâsmelling the wine on your breathâyou realized why. Rafeâs face was the one that met you, and you immediately squeezed your eyes shut.
âY/N,â he gently said. âItâs late.â
As he said this, you realized that you were on the couch, and it didnât take you long to surmise that youâd fallen asleep there. You didnât want to move, but you also didnât want to spend the rest of the night on the couch, knowing youâd regret it the moment you stood up in the morning. Just when you were about to mumble to Rafe to leave you be, you heard him sigh before feeling his arms slide underneath you.
In an effort to keep from falling, you quickly held onto him.
âRafe,â you mumbled, disapproving.
âWheezie has friends coming over in the morning,â you were barely able to make out. âI donât think their moms would appreciate stumbling upon you asleep and hungover on the couch.â
He chuckled to himself as he climbed the stairs.
âThey already donât like youâŠâ
You merely hummed at that, and you were relieved when you felt yourself being deposited onto the bed. Rafe was saying something else to you, but none of it registered as you sought out sleep once again. Your intentions were interrupted though when you felt a hand on your face, and even in your inebriated state, you knew it didnât feel right. Forcing your eyes open, you struggled to push Rafeâs hand away.
âI just want to make sure you donât throw up in your sleep,â he mumbled when your eyes blearily met his. âIs that okay?â
You drunkenly blinked at him, lips trembling.
âWhy donât you call me âmomâ?â
Your question was whispered, voice shaky, and as much as you wanted him out of your bedroom, you also wanted him to answer the question. The house was quiet, both Wheezie and Sarah asleep, and the only light was that of the light in the hall. You didnât take your eyes off of Rafe as you waited for him to answer no matter how much you wanted to.
In the low lighting, you could see the way his dirty blond hair hung onto his forehead, the light glinting off of his blue eyes.
âI never have,â was his response.
âWell, maybe you should,â you forced out. âI donât want you saying my name anymore.â
You didnât miss the way his nostrils flared at that.
âWhy not?â
ââŠbecause I donât like it,â you confessed, tears kissing your eyes. âNot anymore.â
His face fell a bit at the way your voice cracked, and when he reached for you again, you hurriedly sat up.
The silence was loud as you just stared at each other, something unspoken passing between you. You felt like you wanted to crawl out of your own skin whenever he so much as looked at you, now, thoughts running wild with what you prayed to be untrue. His stony expression told you that they werenât, that heâd been found out, and in your drunken state, you couldnât stop your tears from spilling over.
When he reached for you again, it startled you right off of the bed.
The night stand shook as you fell against it, and you cried out in pain just as Rafe cursed. You didnât want his help, but that didnât mean that you didnât need it as he hurried to reach you. The feel of his hands on you burned and not in a good way, causing you to flinch away from his touch. That didnât deter him though, and his grip was tight as he kept you in place, his other hand reaching for your head.
âDid you hit your head? Are you-?â
âDonât touch me,â you hissed, shoving at his chest, and Rafe grew quiet.
The only sound for a while was your soft sobs, and Rafeâs refusal to leave you alone kept him kneeling before you. When you tried to stand up, he ignored your protests, reaching out and helping you. You swayed, and Rafe kept you close much to your chagrin. You wanted him gone as soon as possible, so you were quick to sit back down, but Rafe didnât let your waist or your hand go.
Swooping down, he captured your lips in a kiss.
You wanted to gag.
His hand was almost painfully twisted around yours, making you wince, and every attempt to scoot back was only met with the resistance of his hand on your waist. Your stomach churned as he moved his mouth against yours, wanting to be sick at the feel of him kissing you on the same bed where Ward used to sleep. When his fingers dipped beneath your shirt, you bit him.
Hard.
You took the moment to remove yourself as he cried out, hurrying towards the bathroom and locking yourself inside. That awful sick feeling wasnât as hollow as you thought, your knees hitting the floor almost as soon as you made it inside, head bent in the toilet. You couldnât stop crying as you emptied your stomach, throat scratchy from the alcohol that was coming back up.
When you were able to catch your breath, you were shaking. You could still feel Rafeâs lips on yours, and on top of everything else you were forced to deal with in the months following your husbandâs death, this was the last thing youâd ever anticipated.
Youâd slept on the bathroom floor that night, refusing to leave and face Rafe. If Sarah and Wheezie noticed the tension between the two of you, they didnât comment on it or at the very least, not to you. The knowledge that Rafe wanted to take Wardâs place in every facet of the household made you sick, and while neither of you mentioned that night, it also felt clear between the two of you that it wouldnât be ignored forever.
You wanted him out of the house.
âŠbut that wasnât your place, was it? Rafe had more of a right to all of this way more than you did, and you couldnât be the one to leave. Rafe may have been nineteen and an adult in the eyes of the law, but no matter how much of a 180 heâd done, you couldnât trust him to properly raise Wheezie and Sarah. Especially now that you knew his 180 had less to do with just wanting to be a better person or more about taking on the role Ward had played in every way.
You shuddered at the thought, and oddly enough, this tempted you to drink yourself into a stupor more than Wardâs death ever did.
You and Rafe were ten years apart, so seeing him like a son had always been hard at times, but it didnât stop you from treating him like one in the years that youâd been with his father. Youâd liked to think that the sentiment was returned, and maybe at one time it had been, and maybe after Wardâs death things justâŠchanged.
Was this your fault?
Had you dropped the ball so hard that he couldnât even bring himself to see you as a parental figure anymore? Did he stop trying to respect you as one orâŠ? Or did it have to do with how much heâd had to take care of you? You didnât treat him any different, talk to him any different, so maybe you hadnât done anything to change his perception of you.
Even if you hadâŠwhat could you possibly have done to make him see you as a potential partner?
As if your nights werenât bad enoughâhaunted by memories of Ward and that day youâd been told he was deadâyou were now also kept awake by the knowledge that your stepson very much wanted to fill the void left by his father. And maybe if Rafe were anyone else, you couldâve talked about this, tried to sort through this, but Rafe was Rafe, and you reminded yourself that the Rafe you were accustomed to had only disappeared less than six months ago.
âŠand youâd seen hints of him just peeking from below the surface.
You resisted the urge to drink these days, positive that one sip would have you spiraling. You didnât know how to cope with this new development, but you knew it couldnât be that way. It didnât go unnoticed that the night Rafe kissed you, youâd been drunk out of your mind, completely vulnerable to him. You also couldnât bring yourself to take anymore sleeping pills, recalling Sarahâs words that day as sheâd told Rafe that you were depressedâŠnot tired.
She was right.
âŠand so despite the difficulty, you forced yourself to try and sleep without medication night after night. It was hard for several reasons, the most pressing of which being the unnerving presence of the nineteen-year-old just down the hall. It made it hard to find sleep most nights, and on the nights in which you did, you still do so with only maybe four hours to your name.
It was noticeable.
âI can stay and help, you know. Itâs just John B., and heâll understand why Iâm late,â Sarah offered.
You could see by the look on her face that she was worried about you, and despite your attempt, you knew that your reassuring smile didnât convince her.
âSarah, itâs a Saturday night,â you told her. âIâm not going to make you stay and help me clean the kitchen, especially when you helped me cook and stayed for dinner.â
She looked like she wanted to argue but decided against it.
âYeah, Iâm glad I did.â
Her tone told you that she was feeling bad about the other dinners sheâd skipped out on, and you were proven right.
âIâm sorry about not staying for all the others andâŠbasically avoiding you,â she quietly apologized. âItâs just that Ward cared about you a lot, and when Iâm around you, itâs easy to see whyâŠand it just makes me think about him.â
You only exhaled at that, letting out a small chuckle as you washed the dishes.
âYou donât have to apologize, Sarah. I get it,â you whispered, pausing. âI miss him too.â
âYeah, well, heâs an asshole, but Rafe was kind of right in confronting me over my behavior.â
The mention of Rafe had your hairs standing on end, and you swallowed down a sigh, still unsure what you were going to do about the blond.
âThere were better ways for him to get his point acrossâŠâ
Sarah only found that funny, softly laughing to herself.
âYeah, but he wouldnât be Rafe if he didnât be rude about it, so,â she trailed off, pushing away from the counter. âIâll be back before 1.â
You hummed at that, letting her know that was okay, and it was only ten minutes later that you were alone. Wheezie went to a sleepover just after dinner, and Rafe hadnât been home all day. Before where that would have concerned you, now you could only be relieved to get some reprieve from the oldest Cameron. God knows that you needed the space to think.
Going over every scenario in your mind, the best one seemed to be to hope that it would just go away. You didnât want to find yourself in some sort of legal battle if you even attempted to kick Rafe out and basically bar him from his own home. Legality of it all aside, it just wasnât morally right. This was where he grew up, his safe space, and you couldnât even pretend to feel comfortable at the thought.
The other option just wasnât even an option. Even if you wanted to, you couldnât just pack up and abandon Wheezie and Sarah. Never mind the fact that youâd been in their lives for three years now, but now more than ever they needed stability. Their father only just died, and what kind of person would you be if you decided you just didnât want to be responsible for them anymore? Allowing Rafe to run you off wasnât an option.
Besides, there was a tiny and terrifying voice in the back of your head anyway that said he wouldnât even let you.
It was an hour later that you found yourself in bed after cleaning the kitchen and taking a bath. You needed the soak, needed to do whatever you could to relax you. It wasnât even ten oâclock, but considering how hard sleep was for you to find lately, you figured there was no harm in letting your head hit the pillow early.
Maybe you could trick your body into going to sleep at a decent time.
The minutes dragged on and were made to feel like hours, but the silence of the house and the fact that you were alone did more wonders than you thought. You could feel your eyelids becoming heavy, and what little sounds you could make out from outside slowly started to fade. The last thing you recalled was your body feeling heavierâŠ
âŠand then you were standing in front of Shoupe, and he was telling you that Ward was dead, and you couldnât even stand on your feet anymore.
You sat up with a gasp, struggling to breathe, and by the way your vision blurred, you knew that youâd been crying in your sleep. There was a voice in your ear shushing you, and despite the fact that you knew who the hands on your arms belonged to, your mind was too preoccupied with painful memories to fully register it.
Rafe pulled you against him, holding you to him as you sobbed, thinking to yourself that it had been a few weeks since youâd had a really bad reaction. You shook in his hold, head bowed as you wailed, and you were momentarily grateful that the house was empty. The blond rocked you, forcing you to press your face into the crook of his neck, and it was only then that you registered the smell of alcohol.
Before you could gather yourself to ask Rafe where heâd been, his hands were clumsily grasping at your face.
You sharply inhaled when he kissed youâŠagain. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue, and you were so distraught that it took you too long to realize what was happening. The kiss was hungry, Rafe tasting the inside of your mouth and kissing you in a way that mightâve taken your breath away under different circumstances.
As it were, you could only register that you were being kissed by your deceased husbandâs son again. It made your stomach twist uncomfortably, and your efforts to reach up and pull his hands away from your face were futile. You made a noise of protest, attempting to lean away, but he ignored it. Even when you bit at him like before, he ignored it.
With horror, you realized that Rafe wasnât stopping it.
Panic began to set in, and when you shoved at his chest, he quickly reached to close his hand around your wrist. At the same time, he leaned into you more, forcing you back, and you didnât put your hand down in time to prevent that. With him now on top of you, your heart was threatening to leap from your chest.
âRafe,â you gasped when he pulled away. âRafe, stop!â
Your voice came out panicked and shrill, but instead of listening to you, the sounds were only joined by that of your shorts ripping.
âHe would want me to look after you,â he drunkenly murmured, making your stomach drop.
You both fought for the right to your shirt, you trying to keep it on and Rafe trying to take it off. You felt like you were on the verge of a panic attack, telling yourself that this wasnât happening. In the worst way possible, you discovered that Rafe was much stronger than he looked, feeling like you got the wind knocked out of you when he roughly shoved you down after your attempt to sit up.
You could hear yourself crying, and you knew that Rafe could too.
With a hand tightly snaking around your throat, his other fumbled to get his own pants off. Focused on trying to breathe, you reached up to pull at his hand. You could hear a ringing in your ears, and your chest felt tighter than it did when you first woke up from your nightmare. His lower half was pinning you down, and the blood you could feel yourself drawing on his hand and arm didnât slow him down.
He was shushing you when you felt his skin against yours, and one of your hands twisted into his shirt as he started to push himself into you. The feel had your feet stretching, and you let out a choked sound despite the pressure on your throat. He was torturously slow in stretching you out around him, and with every further push of his hips, you clawed at his shirt some more.
He only let your neck go when his hips were firmly pressed against yours.
As you coughed and wheezed, he reached behind his head to pull the fabric off, tossing it somewhere without a car. The moment his chest was bare, he reached for you again despite your difficulty to breathe, and his lips covered yours in another kiss. You didnât even have time to register the kiss because he was thrusting into you with abandon. His hips were wildly snapping against yours, and you gasped into his mouth.
Rafe searched for your hands, threading his fingers through your own and pinning it against the bed next to your head. His other hand was digging into your hips, kipping them in place as he fucked you. You struggled to catch your breath, sharply inhaling and gasping with every thrust. The stretch was unfamiliar, and your mind spun with the fact that you hadnât experienced this in months and also who it was with.
When Rafe pulled his lips away from yours, you let out a sob, and he gently shushed you, curving his hips into yours.
âLet me take care of you,â he murmured in the darkness. âItâs okay.â
You had so much you wanted to scream and shout at the blond, but you couldnât even find the words. With every feeling of his cock sliding against your walls, your eyes rolled. His head fell next to yours, his heavy breathing in your ear as he pinned you down with his entire body. You werenât able to move, only forced to lie beneath him and feel what he was doing to you.
He grunted in your ear with a particularly hard thrust, and you let out a yelp.
Just then, you heard the door open downstairs, and hearing it too, Rafe stopped. He was quick to cover your mouth with a hand, and he was completely still as you heard who you surmised was Sarah coming up the stairs. Your heart was so heavy in your chest, and it was all you could hear in your ears.
When she made it to the hallway, she stopped.
âY/N, are you asleep?â she called.
At that, Rafe pressed down harder on both your mouth and you, and after a few moments, you heard the younger girl sigh. When the sound of her room door shutting reached your ears, Rafe kept his hand on your mouth, but he felt compelled to keep fucking you.
He was slow in doing so, now, and you squeezed your eyes shut.
He slowly dragged his cock in and out of you, pulling his hips back until just the tip remainedâsometimes pulling out completelyâbefore pushing back in and making your chest arch up into his. He quietly told you that it was okay, softly groaning as you unintentionally squeezed him. Rafeâs lips brushed against your neck and jaw, and now that the two of you were no longer alone, the room was deathly quiet.
So quiet that you could hear the sound of his cock plunging into you.
It was a sound that embarrassed you, a sound that made you want to cry. Rafeâs arms trembled as he fought to keep himself from just relaxing on top of you completely, and you didnât have the heart to tell him that if he uncovered your mouth, you wouldnât even scream. You would be too ashamed to let anyone know what Rafe Cameron was doing to you.
With his lips at your neck, you could feel them move as he talked.
âMy dadâs goneâŠâ
The mention of Ward in this moment made more tears spill over, and when he slowly removed his hand, you let out a shaky breath as you silently cried. Lifting his head, Rafeâs gaze found yours, his hips still slowly pushing against yours.
ââŠand I know that itâs killing you, butâŠâ
He swallowed, looking between your eyes.
ââŠbut you have me, now,â you let out a soft cry at that. âYou do, and IâmâŠIâm going to take care of you.â
His hand reached up to touch your face, the tips of his fingers grazing your wet cheek. You shook your head, feeling like you were going to be sick, and Rafe only shushed you. His lips followed yours as you attempted to turn your head away, and you could taste your tears in the kiss.
âIâve got the businessâŠIâve got the family ringâŠâ his lips moved against yours as he spoke into the kiss. ââŠand Iâve got you.â
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pkay! so i was wondering if u could do a jace x reader where after the funeral she takes him and comforts him and looks after him in the bedroom to help him calm down because he had to act strong infront of his family but in the contents of his own chambers he could let himself cry on them!
Another one for Jace because this scene broke us all. This will be the last one about this scene. I have written three versions of different moments, I think all has been said
Warnings: mention of death, grief, panic attack
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You stood alongside Rhaena and Baela during the funeral. Behind you stood Corlys and Rhaenys, all mourning the loss of Lucerys.Â
Along with the remains she found on the shore, the Queen threw in the pyre her sonâs clothes. Jacaerys stepped up next and threw the baby swaddle their mother used when he was a baby. And lastly, Jacaerys picked up Joffrey, who threw the horse toy Lucerys had when he was little. It had been handed to him when he grew out of playing with it, but it was still Lucerysâ.
Your heart ached at how Joffrey clung to his big brother, who himself had his eyes filled with tears threatening to spill. You wanted to go up to him and hold his hand, but the time was not right.Â
When the flames of the pyre finally extinguished, everyone retreated inside. The Queen had withdrawn to her chambers with her youngest sons. Losing one had only intensified her need to keep the others close.
Your eyes searched the hall for the one who was promised to you, but Jacaerys was nowhere in sight. To your left, you noticed Rhaena and Baela, who had just parted from their grandmother. You approached them, and Rhaena, who had lost her betrothed, welcomed you with a brief but heartfelt hug.
ââHave you seen Jacaerys?ââ you asked them.
Rhaena shook her head, but Baela nodded. ââI saw him taking the stairs minutes ago.ââ
You thanked her and followed her lead.Â
Upstairs, you knew exactly where to go.Â
Inside your chamber, you found Jacaerys pacing the room with frantic steps, one of his hands gripping his chest. His breathing was ragged and shallow, and his face contorted with panic. He pulled at his doublet, feeling like it was choking him and stopping air from getting into his lungs.Â
You rushed to his side, alarmed. ââJace,ââ you called out, your voice tinged with concern and confusion.
His head snapped in your direction, his face filled with fear and tears. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He didnât know what was happening, and neither did you.Â
ââShould I fetch the maester?ââ you asked, your heart clenching with worry.
ââIt... hurts... can't breatheâŠââ he managed to gasp, his voice strained with desperation. Sweat beaded his forehead, and his breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, as if the air was somehow refusing to fill his lungs.
Jacaerys pulled at his doublet again.Â
You tried to remain calm, knowing that panic would only make the situation worse. You reached out and undid the buttons on the front of his doublet, hoping to loosen the constriction around his chest. But even as the tight fabric released its grip, it didnât seem to help. His chest continued to heave and shudder, each breath sounding like a painful struggle.
ââLetâs sit.ââÂ
He nodded, his eyes wide with fear as he allowed you to guide him to the settee. With every step, his breathing only seemed to get more and more erratic, each gasp sounding like a strangled sob.
Once he was seated, you knelt in front of him, your hands gently gripping his trembling ones, offering what little comfort you could. His chest continued to rise and fall rapidly, each breath sounding as if it was being wrenched from his lungs. His eyes were fixed on you, panic still evident in his gaze, but there was also a glimpse of vulnerability there, as if he was silently pleading for your help.
It was heart-wrenching to see him in such a state, his normally calm and collected demeanor completely shattered.
You squeezed his hands gently, hoping to offer some small comfort. ââFocus on me,ââ you urged him, your voice soft but firm. ââListen to my voice. Try to match your breaths to mine. Inhale.ââ You breathed in deeply, exaggerating each inhalation and exhalation, hoping that Jacaerys would follow your lead. ââExhale. In through your nose, out through your mouth.ââ
He tried, his eyes locked onto your face as you breathed in and out. At first, his breaths only seemed to become more shallow and labored, but gradually, they began to match the pace of yours. Each gasped inhalation slowly started to become less frantic and more controlled.
After a moment, he calmed down and you wiped his tears.Â
ââThank you for helping me. I donât know how this happened. IâŠI thought I was going to die.ââ
You rose to your feet and wrapped your arms around him.Â
He buried his face in your shoulder, still shaking from the intensity of the experience. He wrapped his arms around you, clinging to you tightly, as if holding on for dear life.Â
ââI was so scared,ââ he whispered, his voice still shaky and raw. ââI thought I was losing control. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think... It was like everything was closing in on me.ââ
You held him tightly, one hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. His body was warm and solid against yours, his muscles tense with lingering fear.
You hushed gently, kissing his shoulder. ââYou're okay now. You're safe with me.ââÂ
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âShit shit shit shit shitââ
The sound of your hurried footsteps follow the string of curses as they travel like an echo down the hall, but Levi doesnât so much as look up from the kitchen sink.
He had tried to get you up earlier, tempting you with the promise of freshly brewed coffee and a hot breakfast, but you insisted on five more minutes. Then inevitably, five more turned into ten which turned into fifteen, and now youâre rushing to get ready and out the door on time for work.
Now heâs had to improviseâturning your breakfast into something portable you can eat on the drive. Itâs a skill heâs had to perfect over the years of living with you. To say that time management wasnât your strong suit would be an understatement. So, Levi moves on to packing your lunch, listening with a small grin at the sound of the tap of your toothbrush against the bathroom sink, followed by clothes hangers being slid back and forth in the closet as you rush to find something suitable to wear to work.
âHave you seen my black turtleneck?â
âIn the dryer.â
He schools his expression into something more mild when you finally round the corner a few minutes later, knowing that youâre already stressed about being late. Smiling at you in an I told you so kind of way would only sour your mood further.
âI slept right through my alarm,â you say.
All five of them, plus his gentle prodding to get you out of bed. He doubts you were even conscious enough to remember him trying.
Your eyes flit to the coffee pot to find a travel mug already filled and waiting for you, right next to a neatly assembled wrap that you can only guess is your breakfast. Your expression visibly softens at the sweet gesture.
âYour lunch is packed too,â Levi says, motioning to the insulated lunch bag sitting on the opposite counter.
Even though youâre pressed for time, you step forward to embrace him.
âThank you, Levi,â you say into his shirt. âYouâre a lifesaver.â
His arms wrap easily around you, but thereâs lighthearted reproach in his words when he says, âYou say that like I donât have to do this every other day.â
âWell, if you hadnât kept me up so late last night, I wouldnât be rushing.â
He shoves you away then, not forceful enough to indicate youâve said anything to upset him, but you can tell that the mention of the night before has provoked him by the subtle shade of pink that spreads across his cheeks.
He clicks his tongue. âPervert.â
You lean back a little, still lightly clinging to his waist with a grin. âYouâre werenât saying that last night when my lips were wrapped around yourââ
Leviâs palm claps over your mouth before you can finish your sentence, but it does very little to muffle the sound of your laughter that follows.
He leans into you a little, his other hand anchored to your waist to keep you close. âYouâre going to be late.â
Deciding heâs endured enough for one morning, you pull away and go to gather your breakfast. âYeah, yeah.â
You carry it into the next room and Levi quietly follows, your lunch bag in one hand and travel mug in the other.
âIâll stop by the store tonight,â you say as you gather your coat by the door. âI saw this really good recipe last night that Iâd like to try for dinner.â
Levi simply nods. Dinners are usually your preferred meal to cook, so heâs not surprised you already have something planned. âSure.â
When you get your coat on, he hands you your things, then finishes off with a quick kiss.
After years spent co-existing together in your apartmentâsharing everything from body wash to toothpaste and clothesâyou would think that having his lips on yours wouldnât still elicit such a strong feeling, but it does. Itâs a wild and frenzied sensation, forming in the pit of your stomach before it swoops like a flurry up into your ribcage.
You linger by the door, starting to regret not getting up earlier so you could see him a little longer. âThank you for getting my things ready.â
Levi nods again. âYouâre welcome.â
When he leans against the doorframe, you take the moment to press another kiss to his lips. âI love you.â
A mixture of minty toothpaste and the familiar scent of your perfume swirls in the few inches between your bodies, and Levi has to take considerable effort to not lean in again.
âYouâre going to be late,â he reminds you for what feels like the nth time.
But despite that, your feet stay planted in the doorway. âSay it back and Iâll go.â
âI love you too.â He rolls his eyes, but relents just the slightest bit and kisses you again. âNow, go.â
#levi ackerman x you#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi fluff#levi ackerman fluff#captain levi#aot fic#Levi drabble
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Pairing: Firefighter!Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Summary: Toji tries to be the best father he can to his baby boy
Warnings: Fluff
*This isn't finished and it probably won't be but do enjoy what I did end up writingđ„č𫶠I'll do a different AU for firefighter Toji
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âToji!â You call out for your husband, wondering why he isnât in bed. You approach the nursery, and thatâs where you find your husband putting his finger under his sonâs nose to check if heâs breathing. You never thought that youâd find Toji of all people doing this, but he really is doing everything he can to make sure the baby is breathing, while also making sure he doesnât wake Megumi up.
Even after six months of having Megumi, Toji makes this part of his nightly routine. Megumiâs tiny stomach very visibly rises and falls, so thereâs no need for Toji to be doing all of this. But Tojiâs scared, and a new parent, so he still does.
He shushes you before you even dare speak too loud, you better not wake up the baby. You roll your eyes, a chuckle leaving your lips as you walk back to your bedroom, and your husband follows behind not too shortly after.Â
âI love seeing you worry about the baby, but donât you think youâre doing too much?â You ask him as you get in bed. Toji takes off his shirt before getting into bed right next to you. He pulls you into his warm embrace and kisses the top of your head. âPlease tell me you turned off the alarm.â
âI have to get up and check up on him.â He responds, and you would laugh if you werenât affected by it. Tojiâs alarm wakes you up, and itâs annoying to be constantly woken up in the middle of the night.Â
âToji, youâre also really tired. If Megumi needs anything, heâll cry.â You assure him, but Toji wonât listen to any of it. You understand him better than anybody since youâre also a new parent, but you already have to wake up to feed the hungry baby in the middle of the night, you donât need to be woken up four other times by Toji.
âI still want to make sure heâs okay. What if heâs just sitting in his crib, waiting for daddy to come?â Toji asks, and you let out an exasperated sigh.
âYouâre so right, Toji. But can you please go to the couch? I need to rest because I actually have to wake up and feed him.â You tell him, and Toji groans before letting go of you and sitting up on the bed.Â
âYou donât mean it.â He says as he grabs his pillows. He drags his feet as he walks to the door, waiting for you to stop him. You hate to sleep without Toji but youâre tired and you donât want to be woken up multiple times in the night for no reason.
âClose the door on your way out!â You yell at him, getting comfortable in your space. You want to go one night without interrupted sleep, and you hope tonight is that night. As much as it sucks to sleep without Toji, you need at least one night of good sleep. You hate to hurt his feelings, but youâre also too tired to care.
âLook here, Megumi!â You put on your baby voice as you talk to your son, attempting to get him to look at your phone camera. Megumi doesnât care though, heâs looking away, kicking his feet and yelling for the dog. Heâs opening and closing his little fist in the direction of the dog, he canât make it more clearer what he wants. âCâmon, baby, I want to send your father a cute picture.â
He keeps ignoring you, yelling to the dog. You watch the dog walk toward you and the baby, so you pick Megumi up from his play mat before the dog can lick the babyâs face. You take Megumi back to your bedroom, hoping that once you put him down on your bed, you can finally take the picture that you want to send to your husband.Â
You put him down on the bed, and just as you open the phone camera to take the perfect picture before he can look away, you receive a call. Toji is calling to facetime, which is perfect timing. You accept it, immediately flipping the camera to put the attention on the baby.
âOh my god, is that my cute little urchin wearing a sailor outfit?â Toji isnât the type to fawn over this type of stuff, or so he thought. Toji has grown soft, in his own ways at least, for his baby boy. Heâs laughing, calling his coworkers over to show off his baby. Yup, Toji has become that person.
Toji just loves being a father, he was scared that he wouldnât. He knows some parents love their kids to death but donât like being a parent at allâ Luckily for him, that isnât the case. He loves the fact that heâs teaching this little human the basics of how to live while also filling him with love. He loves it so much that heâs almost about to ask you for a second baby.
âYou look tired.â You tell him when he stops showing off Megumi to everyone, flipping the camera on you. Toji is barely getting any sleep, even though you keep pushing him to get rest.Â
âIâm fine.â He replies, and before you can argue with him, he changes the topic to more important manners, âShow me the baby, I miss him.â
âI was just showing you the baby.â You roll your eyes but you still turn the camera so Toji can watch his baby boy.Â
âMegumi! Look at the phone.â Toji says, noticing how Megumi looks away. Megumi is stretching. Your hand goes to his tummy, tickling it which causes the baby to look back at you and giggle. It fills Toji up with immense joy but also regret that he canât always be by Megumiâs side to experience it all.
Until he hears a sound you both dread, something that makes the loudest sigh leave your lips. That part is the only thing he hates about being a father.Â
âAlright, Iâll see you later.â You hang up the phone before Toji can even mutter a goodbye, picking up the baby and taking him to the changing table.
You realize that in the past six months, you havenât had any proper alone time with him. Youâre both too focused on being the best parent to Megumi, that youâve completely put your relationship on the side. Heâs put everything on hold, even his own health, to be there for Megumi whenever heâs free.Â
You miss him, and while you knew that your life would completely change the moment Megumi came along, you didnât expect to be so separated from him. You want to get Megumi off your hands for a couple of hours so you can spend some nice alone time with Toji, without having him worry about Megumi needing something.Â
Itâs hard to get Megumi off your hands, especially when heâs so attached to you. Heâs also a crybaby which certainly doesnât help your case.Â
âDo you want to go see your daddy soon?â You ask your son, picking him up from the changing table. Itâs not like he can answer, so you take his coo as a yes. You need to arrange something with the help of a couple of people, and whoâs better for this than some of Tojiâs coworkers?
âFushiguro! You have some visitors here!â Toji hears from the kitchen, and he raises his brows, wondering whoâs looking for him. When he walks into the kitchen, his heart skips a beat at the sight of his wife and son. Toji practically runs to your side when he sees you, pecking your lips before he takes Megumi from your arms.
âWhat are you two doing here?â Tojiâs happiness radiates off his voice. Out of all things, he didnât expect you and his son to come visit, but here you are. Toji kisses Megumiâs chubby cheek, while the babyâs hand grips the collar of his dadâs shirt.
âJust wanted to visit daddy for a bit since youâre always complaining about not spending enough time with Megumi.â You give him your best smile before you catch a glimpse of the woman that you came here to talk to. You squeeze Tojiâs forearm before telling him, âI have to talk to Yuki, Iâll be right back.â
âHuh?â Toji furrows his brows but ultimately he doesnât care because he has his baby boy in his arms and Megumi is trying to shove his hand into Tojiâs mouth. He often wishes he could trade places with youâ Toji loves his job but the moment Megumi took his first breath, he became Tojiâs first priority. His favorite person; and you, of course.Â
âYuki, can we talk?â Your voice comes off as a whisper, and she raises her brows. A smirk comes to her lips before she lets out,
âAre we getting another mini Toji?â Sheâs rather loud, and you feel your face burn. You look absolutely mortified, and she bursts into laughter. She nudges her head to the table and begins to walk to it, making you follow behind. She pulls out a chair for you, but you shake your head since you donât really have plans of staying for long. âWhatâs up?â
âYouâre the person here that I trust the most⊠And youâre great with baby Megumi.â You bring up, and you feel yourself dragging it out. She knows, but she waits for you to say it, tapping her finger on the table as she waits for you to ask the question. âCan you take care of Megumi on Friday? I want to go out with Toji.â
âMan⊠I donât know, Iâm not that great with kids.â She responds, and you know itâs a lie, at least from what youâve seen sheâs great with Megumi. Youâre willing to argue just about anything because you want to get Megumi off your hands for a night.Â
âReally? Baby Megumi adores you.â You claim, which isnât a lie, but Megumi likes just about anyone. âItâs a way for baby Megumi and his favorite auntie to get closer.â
She laughs, she knows what youâre doing, but she doesnât mind. She has Friday off and has no important plans so she might as well try to figure out what goes on in a babyâs mind. She ends up saying, âAs long as I donât have to take him anywhere, Iâm not sure how Iâd work a carseat on a motorcycle.â
âOf course! If anything comes up you can call me and weâll be at home within minutes.â You answer excitedly, and before you run in search for Toji, and even though he was just in the kitchen, heâs nowhere near the place when you look for him.
âToji!â You call out for him, unsure of where he went with the baby. The firehouse is a big place, you sure arenât going to look in every room.Â
âCheck the fire truck!â You hear from Yuki, and you roll your eyes at the mere suggestion. Sheâs not looking at it, youâre not going to entertain itâ But she also knows Toji and that sounds like something heâd do. You stop in your tracks and let out a sigh before going to the firetruck.Â
You walk over to the driverâs side, opening the door to find Toji putting Megumiâs hands on the wheelâ A sight you find the most hilarious since Toji made it his mission to put a firefighter hat on the babyâs head; but you notice itâs smaller, leading you to assume that Toji bought this just for him and kept it hidden until now.
âLook, honey, Megumi told me he wanted to be just like his daddy when he grew up.â Toji chuckles, moving Megumiâs hands on the wheel which Toji finds hilarious. Megumi doesnât find it as funny though.Â
âBaby, he can barely sit up. Try it again in a few more months.â You say as you take the baby from his arms, and Toji clicks his tongue. He follows behind you as you walk back to the kitchen to take the diaper bag and go back to your car.
âWhy are you leaving so soon?â He asks, annoyed that youâve given him his baby and taken him away just as quickly.
âWe just came to say hi and talk to Yuki, and since weâve done that, we can go home now.â You respond. The man is pouting, something that you never thought youâd see from a man as big as Toji. When you have the diaper bag in your possession, you peck his lips, âGo save lives, baby.â
âWhat did you need to talk to Yuki about?â Toji questions, wondering what was so important that you decided to come all the way here.
âBabysitting, weâre going out on Friday.â You tell him, and his brows perk up. Heâd think that would be more of a question instead of a statement, but itâs the latter. âYou canât say no, we havenât had some proper alone time in months.â
âI wasnât going to say no.â He mutters, crossing his arms and looking at the ground like a child. He was going to say no, and you canât help but chuckle. Your hand goes under his chin and you begin to inspect his face.
âYouâre also turning off those alarms to get proper rest. I think youâre annoying Megumi too by constantly coming into his room to invade his space.â And before he can argue with you, you leave him alone to share his thoughts with himself.
He guesses you're right.
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Cool Girl
Ghoap x female reader / 18+ / masterlist
Your hand is shaking again.
Itâs a defense mechanism or something, you think. Some physical manifestation of your anxiety. Something psychological, youâre sure of it.
Itâs the only thing youâre sure of, if youâre being honest.
You stalk home as fast as you can, scowl affixed to your face like itâs been cemented there, seeping deep into your frown lines, etching them like a chisel on marble.
The walk sobers you. Brings you back to rational sense, little by little.
You shouldnât have called them. Youâre so dumb. Youâre asking for trouble.
But is it so bad, to want to cause an emotional reaction? To want them to be as miserable as you?
Itâs pathetic. A way to seek validation. A mistake.
One youâre sure youâre going to pay for.
Your front door is unlocked.
The door pushes open nearly on its own, and your eyes struggle to adjust in the pitch black of your hallway. No light from the street spills from the living room, which means the drapes have been drawn closed.
Your heart leaps into your ears, pounding between your temples at a frenzied pace.
Itâs fine. Youâre fine. Itâs probably them.
What if itâs not? Do you have a weapon? A way to defend yourself? You find your pepper spray in your bag, readying it between trembling fingers.
âHello?â You call.
Nothing.
âHello⊠if youâre in my flat, you better-â a firm hand grips back of your neck, like a viper assaulting its prey, and you scream.
âItâs me.â Simon murmurs into your hair, touching over your pulse. âJusâ me.â
âYou scared the shit out of me,â you twist out of his grip, fumbling for the lights.
When they flick on, you blink a few times to adjust.
Heâs a sight for sore eyes in joggers, a black sweatshirt, black hat.
His eyes burn. They scald you, roving from top to toe, his mouth sealed in a scowl. âHave a nice night, sweetheart?â
You gulp. âI- I did.â
âThought you were clever with that phone call?â
âI⊠I didnât think-â
âYou didnât.â He cuts you off, and then points to living room. âGo sit on the couch.â Your hand trembles against your chest, and you hang your head.
Got the attention you wanted?
âWhereâs Johnny?â You whisper as he takes the seat next to you, massive shoulders turning so he can peer downwards.
âDecided this was better to handle on my own.â Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest.
âOh.â Simon takes a deep breath, eyeing your shaking hand, and then shakes his head. You canât read it, canât ever read him, and you wait with breath frozen in your lungs, wait for him to say something, anything.
But what comes next, is not what you expected.
âJohnnyâs in love with you.â You jerk back, eyebrows raised into your hairline.
âNo.â Your voice trembles. âNo, this⊠this is casual.â
âIt is.â Simonâs lips press flat. âThe girl at the hotel, she was a job. Had nothinâ to do with our⊠personal lives. She was a loose end to tie up when we got back. It was convenient, that she lived in our city.â Your mind tumbles and falls, your sense dives off a cliff.
Johnnyâs in love with you.
âI donât understand⊠you, after-â
âI let you believe it.â He says simply, looking down his nose at you. Heâs never looked so cold. âAt first, I wanted to explain, to correct it, for his sake, but⊠the opportunity was too good. So I told Johnny that you reminded me of our arrangement. That you agreed, that you always said you didnât want a relationship. The situation at the bar with your date,â he smiles self indulgently âthat was just for fun. Wouldâve fucked ya right up against that door for the whole bar to see if you let us. Split that pretty pussy open on my cock and watch you gag on Johnnyâs, but you still wanted to be a brat,â he rolls his eyes, âit was all a distraction I built for him.â
Alarm bells blare inside your skull, Johnnyâs words from the other day when he brought the flowers repeating over and over.
âYe think ye saw us with another woman, or on a date, but-â
âYe agreed. Ye always said ye didnae want a relationship.â
âNo- no. He⊠he came here, he made it sound-â
Simon studies you. âHeâs explosive, sometimes. Doesnât handle his emotions well, gets all twisted up. I think when he came over here, he wanted you to tell him you wanted more,â he sighs, rubs his chin. âHeâs so out of sorts over it all, poor boy.â
âWhy? Why didnât you⊠why didnât you tell him the truth? Or me?â His lips curl into a sneer.
âBecause Johnny is mine. I might share his body with you, sweet girl, but I wonât share his heart.â
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need a chris sleepy fic!!!
SLEEPY SMILE.
pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: where reader is doing homework late at night and chris drags her to rest, featuring morning after as well :D warnings: use of y/n, tooth rotting flufff omggg a/n: i will NEVER get off the cuddly chris grind. he's such a lovebug i just freaking know it.
2:34am.
a deep sigh left your lips as you smacked a hand against your forehead, resting your elbows against the desk in your shared bedroom with your boyfriend.
you had been nonstop at your homework since about 10pm.
it wasn't completely unbearable, as chris was beside you for the first half playing fortnite with his brothers. but after a while, he went to get a snack and claimed he was tired.
you hummed as a pair of arms wrapped around your neck and shoulders from behind, causing you to lift your head and smile at your boyfriend.
chris's hair was disheveled, his eyes were lidded, and his nose pressed into the crook of your neck. his stubble tickled your skin, causing a soft smile to break out onto your face.
"hi, chris," you mumbled, moving your own hands so that one could card through his messy curls.
"when're ya layin' down," chris mumbled against your skin, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath of your scent.
you smiled warmly, turning your head to press a gentle kiss to his temple. "soon, my love. you can go lay down if you want? i promise i will be there soon."
chris shook his head, causing you to crack another smile at the feeling of his hair shaking against you as he did so. "i'll wait, do you want a drink or something?" he questioned as he pulled away from his embrace, causing you to cringe at the loss of warmth he provided.
"i'm okay. i promise, i'm almost done with this." you mumbled, smiling warmly at him as you reached up to set a hand on the back of his neck. you pulled him down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before letting him go and now focusing on your paper for just a few more minutes.
chris let out a soft huff before turning to the bed behind you both and laying down on his back. he ran a hand through his own hair and pulled out his phone, scrolling mindlessly.
you knew chris wouldn't sleep without you beside him, as he tended to have issues falling asleep alone. so you quickly saved your assignment before shutting your laptop and making your way over to the bed and laying down beside chris.
chris's entire expression seemed to light up as he noticed you approach him. his arms came around your waist loosely as his face buried into the crook of your neck.
with his hair tickling your face, you couldn't help but let out a soft giggle.
"close your eyes, i'm here." you mumbled, and chris did just that.
a soft hum escaped his throat upon feeling your fingers run through his hair, nails gently grazing his scalp.
and with that, you both fell asleep.
with the next morning rolling around, your eyes opened to the sound of your alarm.
you carefully sat up and stretched your arms, your eyes hooded with sleep.
you blinked a few times upon feeling chris's arms wrap around your waist, a sleepy hum leaving him.
you reached down to gently card your hand through his hair.
"morning, sleepyhead."
chris groaned in response, his head lifting to shoot you a sleepy gaze. "where're ya goin'?"
"i have homework i gotta do," you responded.
chris gave you a dirty glare, making you chuckle. you ruffled his hair and gently moved him.
"come on, chris, the earlier i start, the sooner i can be with you."
chris let out a loud, overly dramatic groan before rolling off of you and facing his back toward you in a pout.
you stood to your feet and slipped on some slippers before coming around to chris on the other side of the bed.
you ran a gentle hand along the side of his face, down to his jaw, his shoulder and down his arm to his hip.
"i love you, chris. get some more sleep, okay?"
chris cracked open his eyes and shot you a sleepy smile, nodding. "'kay, fine." he mumbled, pulling the blanket over himself a bit more.
you gently leaned down to kiss his forehead softly and caress his cheek before going back to your seat at the desk, cracking open your laptop once more.
#apollo yaps#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#sturniolo smut#sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x you#chris sturniolo x reader#chris x reader
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Five minutes more...
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Genre: fluff.
Pairing: seungcheol x reader.
Warnings: sulky Cheol.
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ây/n,â you heard someone calling your name from afar. âPlease, wake up.â
You slowly opened your eyes; next to you was the alarm clock, and after seeing the time, you let out a slight groan. âItâs sixâŠâ
âYes, but I have to get up.â Cheol moved a little closer and whispered in your ear, âAnd youâre on my arm.â
âItâs Saturday, and Iâm comfortable.â
Cheol chuckled softly, and no matter how much he tried to pull his arm away, you didnât move an inch and continued using it as a pillow. The room was still dark, the sheets were at a pleasant temperature, and a cool breeze was gently coming through the open window. No, you didnât want to get up, and you knew he didnât either; he would have done so if he really wanted to.
You opened your eyes again and turned over, Cheol had given up and seemed to have fallen asleep again. That was your favorite moment of the mornings, when you could stay in bed a few more minutes next to him. You brushed aside some strands of hair to admire his face, tracing with your finger his cheeks, his nose, his long eyelashes⊠There was something about morning Cheol that was just too perfect. Well, not everything was that perfectâŠ
âAre you done yet?â he murmured; his eyes still closed. Instinctively you pulled your arm away.
âItâs too early for you to be in a bad mood,â you playfully slapped his shoulder.
Cheol smirked; it meant just one thing. He took your waist with his free hand and pulled his body closer to yours, you barely had time to proceed everything when his head was heavily resting on your chest, holding you in one of those not-letting-go hugs of him.
âItâs your fault,â Cheol grumbled with lazy voice. âBut I know you like it.â
âYou wonâ a soft chuckle escaped from your lips as you embraced him by his shoulders, kissing the top of his head âNow, get upâ.
âJust five minutes moreâŠâ
#seventeen#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen fic#seventeen x you#svt imagines#seventeen scenarios#svt#svt x reader#svt fluff#svt fanfic#svt x you#seventeen imagines#choi seungcheol#seungcheol x reader#seventeen seungcheol#seungcheol fluff#seungcheol x you#seungcheol x y/n
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