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shuafiles · 4 months ago

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making the bed [c.sc]

MDNI, 18+

SUMMARY | you and seungcheol’s marriage is hanging on by a thread. separate rooms, broken conversations, and barely any contact, it's clear that what you once had is slipping away. desperate for a second chance, you both turn to couples therapy, but when intimacy—or the lack of it—becomes the topic of conversation, everything changes.

PAIRING | husband!seungcheol x afab!reader

CONTENT | nonidol!seungcheol, angst, bad relationships, miscommunication, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

WORDS | 4.9k

A/N | quick disclaimer i know nothing about therapy sessions, so there may be inaccuracies. i loooved writing this ! i hope u enjoy it as much as i did, pls pls pls leave feedback if u can. ty <3 not proofread !!!

you woke up to yet another feeling of cold sheets beside you. the sun peeking through the curtains, the cool breeze of air conditioning meeting your skin. you shivered at the sensation. you patted seungcheol’s side of the bed, knowing you would be disappointed yet again. your eyes fluttered open, the sight of neatly tucked sheets on the opposite side of the bed made your heart heavy. as if he hadn’t slept there at all.

for months now, your marriage had a cloud looming over it. love that was once warm had grown cold and silent, reduced to taking care of household necessities and meaningless small talk. you couldn’t remember the last time you felt comforted by your husband of three years. and even if you did, the memory wouldn’t bring any comfort.

seungcheol’s career was at its peak. he was a few steps closer to getting promoted to a higher position at the firm he worked at. of course, along with this almost promotion, he had to sacrifice spending time with you. he was never home most days of the week. and if he were home, he would instead be resting and catching up on whatever sports he watched on tv.

needless to say, you were getting tired of that routine. you felt lonely. you tried to keep yourself busy with work or even joining a pilates class, but every corner reminded you of how much you missed your husband. the sight of other wives being picked up from work or how some husbands would join their wives for workouts. the feeling was gnawing at your chest.

you and seungcheol didn’t fight. in fact, you barely even talked. you resorted to cooking his favorite meals–which were mostly piling up in the fridge because he was never home–and steaming his suits for him. the silence that gathered in your home was louder than any argument could ever be.

it was strange, living together, yet he felt farther than when he went on his business trips.

you loved seungcheol. you were so in love with him that the thought of losing him terrified you. but sometimes you wonder if love alone was enough to hold your marriage together. you often thought about what went wrong, questioning if you ever did something to make him lose interest in you.

you sighed, pulling the covers off you to prepare for the day. after showering and brushing your teeth, you headed to the kitchen to make lunch. the silent air greeting you as you walked through your shared apartment. you decided to make coffee for your husband, even if deep down you knew it would just grow cold. you wanted to show your affection for him somehow.

you took a sip of coffee from your cup, the bitterness lingering longer than usual. you glanced at the clock, seeing it was almost time for your therapy appointment.

it was your idea to attend couples’ therapy, seeing it as a last resort to salvage your crumbling marriage. when you first suggested it to seungcheol, he was hesitant and weary about the idea of running to another person about your problems. but seeing that it would mean a lot to you, and he didn’t want to put up a fight, he agreed to give it a try.

you hadn’t seen seungcheol since the previous morning when he hastily left for work. bidding you goodbye with a tired smile when he left you alone in the kitchen. a small part of you was worried he had forgotten about the appointment, not wanting to be disappointed, so you decided to send him a text.

wifey <3: hi, just wanted to remind you about our appointment at 2 pm

you stared at the screen, fingers dancing anxiously as you awaited his response.

cheolie <3: yea, i'll meet u there

that was it. no greeting, no apology for not coming home the night before. you pursed your lips at his response. feeling somewhat disappointed with his nonchalance. you convinced yourself that he was preoccupied with his career, too busy to send you a proper response. but nevertheless you decided to brush it off, tucking your phone in your bag as you got ready to head out.

when you arrived at the clinic, you couldn’t help but glance around the waiting area to find a glimpse of your husband. but to your dismay, you were the first one to arrive. you took a seat in one of the empty chairs, scrolling mindlessly through your phone in an attempt to ignore the tightening feeling in your chest.

exactly a minute before the clock struck 2, the doors swung open, and seungcheol walked in. his hair was messy, bags surrounded his eyes, and his shoulders slumped. he looked like hell, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was affecting him more than it was affecting you. his eyes landed on you and he made his way towards you, sinking in the seat beside you.

“hey.” he said softly, eyes barely meeting yours. hearing his voice reminded you how much you missed him.

“hi.” your eyes scanning him. you heart fluttered at the proximity between the two of you. you weren’t sure whether you were just touch deprived or you just missed your husband too much–it was probably a mix of both–but the thought of having him close to you made your head slightly dizzy. your mouth opened to speak but decided against it. you wanted to tell him that you were glad he made it and how much it mattered to you. but words felt too heavy to speak, so you enjoyed the silent company he provided instead.

the therapist’s door opened, and a nurse emerged, calling his and yours’ last name. you both stood up, walking inside the room side-by-side, hands almost grazing each other.

you and seungcheol settled on the couch in front of the therapist. she offered you a soft smile, eyes flicking between the two of you.

“hi, mr. and mrs. choi. how are you two feeling today?” she asked, her tone gently with a hint of curiosity.

your eyes shifted to seungcheol, wanting to see if he would speak first. he shifted in his seat, clearing his throat. “it’s been… a busy week.” he let out, eyes glancing between you and the therapist.

your lips formed into a frown, fingers fiddling with each other. “it has been tough. recently i’ve been feeling like we’ve been living separate lives despite sharing the same space.” you forced yourself to speak, the words falling out of your mouth before you could even comprehend them. “i’m afraid that if we let it happen for too long, we might lose each other in the process.”

you could feel seungcheol’s gaze on you, his once tired eyes growing soft from taking you in. he could tell you were extremely upset, your lips quivering and your hands playing with one another–which you only did when you were visibly upset. he wanted to reach for your hand, to provide you with comfort. but his cowardness was taking over him.

she leaned forward, her voice soft but firm. “i see. this must be incredibly difficult for both of you.” her eyes flickered between the two of you. “if you both want to reconnect, we need to address the emotional and physical barrier forming between you.”

you felt a lump form in your throat at her words. you glanced at seungcheol only to find him staring at you. his expression was guarded and unreadable. you felt tiny under his gaze, not used to the intensity of his eyes on you.

the therapist cleared her throat, drawing both of your attention to her. “the effort you two took to meet me today is a sign that you both want to save this relationship, but it seems that there’s a lot of distance–both emotional and physical.” you shifted in your seat at her words. you couldn’t deny the truth; it had been a while since you had a proper conversation with seungcheol, let alone a moment of intimacy. “when was the last time you two… shared a moment of true closeness?” her question was left open. still, you and seungcheol know her meaning was leading to one thing.

your cheeks burned slightly at the thought of it. it had been months since you last shared a bed, weeks since he last held you close; you couldn’t even remember the last time you had sex. you glanced at your husband, wondering if he felt the same embarrassment or if the thought of this issue would bring him back to you.

seungcheol let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, a hand rummaging through his hair. “i-i don’t know, it has been a while.” he admitted, voice so soft you barely caught on to what he was saying. “i’ve been too caught up with stuff at work, i don’t think we’ve shared a bed in a while.” hearing him admit your problems made your heart ache. he was capable of acknowledging his mistakes, yet he made no effort to correct them.

she gave you both a sympathetic look. “it’s not uncommon for couples under this kind of strain to lose touch emotionally and physically. often, intimacy is the first thing to slip, but it’s also one of the most important bridges to reconnecting. i’d like to encourage you both to try spending time together, maybe even share the same bed, and just… see how that feels.”

the suggestion lingered in the air. silence erupting from the two of you as you processed her words. glancing at seungcheol, whose gaze was fixated on the floor while it seemed like he was in deep thought. seungcheol lifted his head, facing you briefly, his eyes filled with vulnerability for the first time in a long time. you caught your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding at your therapist while sending her a soft smile.

the session ended with an agreement to try. hoping that the words you heard today were a head start to fixing your crumbling marriage.

seungcheol mentioned that he had to return to work but promised to be home early. without having a choice, you went separate ways and decided to go home. your heart was heavy on the drive home. you weren’t sure how he took the session today and all you wanted was to talk to him, to hold him, for him to remind you that everything would be okay and that he loved you.

as the afternoon turned into evening, you couldn’t help but pace around the apartment. you already tried everything to keep your mind off of what happened today, but it was nearly impossible. your habit of cleaning every surface took place, every inch of the house spotless as you awaited your husband’s return. even catching up on your favorite series couldn’t help you keep your mind at ease.

you found yourself checking your phone every so often, the time taunting you as it nearly reached 7 pm and there were still no signs of seungcheol. you sighed, feeling a twinge of disappointment form in your heart. not wanting to feel the empty space of the house any longer, you decided to get ready for bed.

after taking a shower and doing your skincare, exhaustion begins to seep through your body. you felt stupid, stupid to think that seungcheol wanted it to work as much as you did. you started to accept that maybe he no longer needed you, no longer felt the same affection he had for you when you first started going out.

you lay in bed, going under the covers as tears escaped your eyes. the memories of you and your husband’s early days haunting you, wondering where it all went wrong.

you hadn’t noticed that you cried yourself to sleep. the sound of rustling around awoke you from your slumber. with heavy eyes, you tried to make out the source of the noise.

“fuck.” seungcheol whispered as he dropped his phone that had his flashlight on as he tried to navigate the room in the dark.

“cheol?” you mumbled, hand rubbing your eye as you sat in bed. seungcheol turned to face you with an apologetic look on his face.

“y/n!” he said, surprised, guilty that he had woken you up. “did i wake you? i’m sorry, i was trying to find a change of clothes.”

you leaned over the bedside table, turning on the lamp to provide light for him. eyes secretly glancing at the time, seeing that it was only 8 pm. “don’t apologize, this is your room too.” you said, but it felt more like a reminder than a statement; it had been so long since he slept here with you.

without saying a word, he stepped towards the bed, sitting on the edge while his back faced you. his shoulders were tense; you could tell he had much on his mind.

you watched with worried eyes as he sighed before he turned to face you. “i’m sorry, y/n.” his gaze was soft, lips dry as he mustered up the courage to speak to you. you inched towards him in bed, sitting directly in front of his body that was turned to you. “i know i’ve been… absent these past couple of weeks, months even. and your head was probably filled with thoughts about what was going on, and i-“ he gulped, tears forming in his eyes. it had been so long since he opened his feelings to you since he looked at you with warm eyes and honesty. the nights you spent alone and mornings waking up next to an untouched bed flashed before you. “i was trying to prove something… to myself, to you.” he admitted, his eyes filled with shame and regret. still, you listened to his words intently. “i thought that if i kept my head down and focused on work, i could finally give us this picture-perfect life that you deserve. and i-i thought you’d be okay with waiting.”

you took a moment to register his words. your fingers absentmindedly fiddling with one another–which he caught. you hadn’t been okay. the loneliness swallowed you these past few months, and his physical distance from you only made it worse. you missed him. you missed his scent, his touch–his hand on your back as you slept, the feeling of his arms around your shoulders, the way he pulled you close in his sleep. you missed the feeling of his soft lips, the feeling of his hands on your body. it had been so long since you felt good.

“you have no idea how hard it’s been, seungcheol.” you started, voice almost trembling as you spoke. “going to bed alone, having no clue if you’d even come home to me. i felt like i was losing you, little by little.”

“god, no.” for the first time in forever, seungcheol reached for your hands instinctively. comfort rushing through your body by his touch. he held your hands tightly, his eyes pleading. “i thought i was doing this for us, y/n, but i was being so selfish. i pushed you away. i pushed us away.” his voice cracked, pain written all over his face. “i missed you. i missed everything about you. i missed us.” he admitted, his thumb gliding over your hands in an attempt to provide solace. “i didn’t want to fail you, y/n.”

his eyes shut, a tear slipping down his cheek. you reached out to cup his face, your thumb wiping away his tears. you felt him lean against your touch, making your heart ache. you couldn’t remember the last time he had been this vulnerable with you. you could see how deeply he felt the loss, even if he had hidden it from you.

seungcheol’s eyes fluttered opened, his voice barely above a whisper. “i promise i’ll make up for the lost time. i want to show you that i’m here and i’m sorry. you’re not losing me.”

his words impacted you harder than you had expected, providing you with both comfort and hurt. it felt silly to be so relieved by his simple promise. but after longing for him for so long, you couldn’t help it. it was exactly what you were waiting to hear. the assurance from him was more than enough to give you ease.

instead of saying anything, you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his. he exhaled softly at your touch. god, you missed him. it meant everything to you that he was here. actually here.

“cheol.” you mumbled, eyes shutting. “i missed you so much.”

you felt him nod lightly. “i know, angel.” hearing his pet name for you flooded you with warm memories. “i missed you, too. more than you could imagine.” his hand slid to the back of your neck. you pulled away from his forehead, eyes staring up at him as he rubbed the skin. slightly shivering at his touch as it reached down into the parts of you that had felt cold and empty for so long. “let me make up for the lost time.” his voice was deep as his gaze on you darkened.

your eyes fluttered open, gaze falling to his lips. you let your hands slide down his shoulder, almost pulling his body close to you. he leaned closer to you, his breath fanning your face, lips brushing against yours. you melted into his touch as he connected his lips with yours. your hands finding their way to his chest as the kiss deepened, feeling his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. it reminded you that he was actually here, and you weren’t alone as you had felt for all those months.

seungcheol wrapped his arms around your waist as he laid you on the bed, your back meeting the soft sheets as he climbed between your legs. his thigh rubbing against your core that was growing warm with his every touch. feeling the tension between you dissipate with each kiss and touch. the gap between the two of you shrinking as he showed you just how much he missed you.

his fingers made their way to the hem of your shirt, pulling away from your lips to tug the fabric off your body, leaving your upper half naked. he groaned at the sight of you, reminding him how much he missed seeing your body. “god, i missed you.” he whispered before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. moaning when his hand slipped between your legs, hand cupping your pussy that was growing wet at his mere touch. your body craving him more than you anticipated.

“cheol, i need you.” you whimpered against his lips as his fingers traced over your clothed core. desperation lacing from your voice made him grow hard against his suit. feeling his hard-on against your thigh. your hands reached up to undo his tie before unbuttoning his shirt. he hovered over you to give you more access, sliding the shirt off once you were done. you shamelessly checked him out, running your fingers over his chiseled chest. you almost forgotten how much you loved his body.

seungcheol hooked his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and underwear. sliding them down your legs, feeling your arousal sticking to the fabric. in a swift movement, he inched his body down the bed until his head was in between your thighs, face dangerously close to your throbbing pussy. he took a whiff, your familiar scent welcoming him. “you smell amazing, baby.” his arm hooked around and over your thigh, pulling your body close to him. bringing two fingers up to your entrance, collecting your arousal, and spreading it up to your clit. “so wet and needy for me.”

you moaned at his touch, hips bucking upwards as you tried to get more friction but his grip around you prevented you from moving. he softly smiled at your state, wasting no time in pressing his tongue against your clit. you gasped, hand flying down to grip his hair.

seungcheol ran his tongue up and down your folds, lips sucking on your clit, occasionally flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. the sudden movements had your back arching off the bed, hand gripping the sheets beneath you as his tongue lapped your hole. “f-feels so good.” you whimpered.

his free hand snaked around your body, his thumb circling your clit while his tongue fucked your entrance. the sensation driving you crazy as you let out curses. he knew your body all too well. he knew exactly how to push you over the edge even after all these months.

“my pretty girl. i bet your pussy was waiting for me, hm?” he hummed against your folds, the vibrations sending shocks throughout your body. you lifted your head to meet his gaze, his eyes flickering to yours. maintaining eye contact, he slipped his fingers down your core, abruptly inserting two of them inside you. you could barely let out words once you felt his digits curl inside you. he beamed once he saw you writhe beneath his touch, glad that you weren’t that disconnected from each other in every way.

seungcheol pressed his mouth against your clit, sucking on the bud as his fingers relentlessly fucked your hole. thrusting them in and out of you in addicting movements. your hips jerk up from the overwhelming pleasure. toes curling as you felt a knot form in your stomach.

“p-please, cheolie, i want to cum.” your voice shaking as he continued his movements. your hand reaching up to your breast, squeezing them as you felt your orgasm forming.

“let it out, angel.” he whispered against your clit, sucking on it harshly to the point tears fill your eyes. without warning, you came undone with his fingers in you, cursing his name. your insides clenching around his digits as his movements slowed down. you head thrown back against the mattress as you let out shaky breaths.

seungcheol detached his mouth from your clit, pulling his fingers away before entrapping them with his lips. savouring your cum to account for the many months that went by without tasting you. “my good girl.”

seungcheol kneeled between your legs, his cock hard against his stomach–you hadn’t even noticed he took his pants off. you lifted your head to face him, mouth watering at the sight. nearly forgetting how big and thick his cock was. you wrapped your fingers around his length, pumping it lightly before stroking it. his hips inching towards you as he leaned into your touch. your thumb running over his tip that was leaking with precum. you looked at him through your lashes, but his eyes were already dark and focused on you.

“fuck, baby.” he grunted once you jerked him off, but his hand reached for your wrist to prevent your movement. “stop teasing, princess. i need my cock inside your pussy.” his confession made sparks shoot throughout your body and onto your cunt.

seungcheol positioned his body between your legs, gripping his cock in one hand, aligning it with your entrance. you couldn’t help the moans that escaped your lips as he glided the tip of his cock along your folds, spreading your wetness before sinking into you. you gasped at the size of his length. your fingernails digging (careful not to hurt him) into his shoulders as you adjusted to his size.

“i know, baby.” his voice soothed you, hushing you as tears threatened to escape your eyes. fuck, you forgot how his dick felt inside you. “you’re taking me so well, angel.” he pressed kisses all over your face.

once he was balls deep in you, he stayed still for a moment. letting you get used to the sensation, he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“m-move, please.” your voice barely a whisper. “you’re so big, cheolie.”

seungcheol growled at your words, slowly starting to move his hips. “missed your pussy, baby.” you felt every inch of his cock in you, insides splitting from his size. your insides burning, but it felt so fucking good. you bucked your hips, meeting his thrusts.

he took this as a sign to gradually increase his speed, his hips rocking into you faster. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer to you, scared that if you let go, he’ll disappear again.

the proximity allowing him to bury his cock deeper into you. in a swift motion, he pulled his cock out before slamming his hips against yours. sounds of skin slapping filling the room, along the moans that emit from you and the groans that escape his throat. he buried his face into your neck, leaving soft kisses against the skin.

“you feel so fucking good, shit.” his hand sneaked to your breast, taking your nipple in between his fingers, circling the sensitive bud. the rough pad of his thumb and index adding to the overwhelming pleasure. “fuck, i’m never leaving you alone ever again.”

you don’t know if it was his words or the pleasure from his cock that brought tears to your eyes. he pulled away from your neck, towering over you as he held eye contact with you. “my pretty wife, i love you so much.”

“i-i love you, cheol.” you breathed out, feeling him twitch inside you from your confession. the words felt foreign from your lips, but the feeling was reeling in so many memories. he picked up his pace again, relentlessly fucking you as if to remind you that he’s here now.

seungcheol leaned forward, capturing your lips with his. the kiss was more passionate and needy, his taste leaving you intoxicated. his hand inching down to your clit, rubbing circles on the nub. the stimulation building your orgasm even more. he knew you were getting close when you clenched around him, driving him to fuck into you deeper and harder.

“are you gonna cum for me, angel?” his voice deep as he watched you squirm underneath his touch. he latched his lips to your chest, sucking on the skin softly, enough to surely leave a mark. the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was providing was enough to drive you insane. the coil in your stomach begging to be released. “cum all over my cock, baby, let me feel you.” with the encouragement of his words, you released all over his cock. stars clouding your vision as you ride out your high. “s-shit, baby.” the sight of you cumming on his cock was enough to send seungcheol over the edge. with a few final thrusts, his warm seed burst inside you, painting your walls white, groans filling the room.

seungcheol slowly retreated his cock from you, his cum spilling from your pussy. you winced at the sticky feeling. he pressed a quick kiss on your forehead before he disappeared into the bathroom and grabbed a towel which he ran under cold water. he returned and immediately nursed you, dragging the towel up and down your entrance which made you giggle.

“thank you.” you mumbled as he went to return the towel in the bathroom.

“anything for my beautiful wife.” seungcheol grabbed a shirt from the closet, handing it to you because he knew how much you loved wearing his shirts to bed. even helping you slip it on your body. your heart warmed at the sight of him taking care of you. you barely noticed that he climbed into bed and pulled you close to his chest. “i told you, i’ll make it up to you, my love.” he whispered, pressing a kiss on the side of your head.

you could only nod at his words, feeling slumber take over you. hearing him whisper how much he loved you before falling unconscious.

you woke up to the warmth of a body shifting beside you, feeling the familiar weight of your husband’s arm around your waist. the soft morning light greeted you as you opened your eyes. you glanced at his sleeping figure, taking in the sight of his relaxed face, lashes resting against cheeks and lips slightly parted. he was still here. your heart was pounding so loudly that you were sure he'd hear it if he were awake.

your hand reached up to brush away the strands of hair falling onto his face. but before you could do so, his eyes fluttered open, a soft smile forming on his lips as he focused on you.

“g’morning.” seungcheol mumbled, voice deep and husky, still laced with sleep.

“good morning.” you responded, unable to hide the chipper in your voice. you rested your hand on his bare chest, rubbing the skin comfortingly, slightly scared that you were in a dream.

his hand fell to your back, pulling your body close to him. “i meant it, you know.” he whispered, his thumb rubbing circles along your back. “i don’t want us to fall apart again.”

your chest tightened at his words, but this time, the ache was different–it was hopeful. “neither do i.” leaning your head against his neck, softly kissing the skin.

“you have me forever, baby.” he said, a promise that felt as grounding as his touch on your body.

you closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace engulf you. comfortable silence taking over as you lay there in each other’s arms. you both knew this was just the start of finding your way back to one another.

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readwritealldayallnight · 3 months ago

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reader who is flexible / does yoga x simon who gets really flustered watching it? 👀

During those first few months of living together as flatmates, having gone from strangers who happened to have a friend in common to sharing a bedroom wall within 24 hours, you both learned a lot about each other

On your end, you learned that his presence in the flat was a rarity, gone for days if not weeks at a time before coming home. Even then, he usually was only back for short periods of time, most of it spent sleeping

You do discover that he’s an early riser however, much to your chagrin when the sound of his routine post workout shower wakes you up before the sun has ever risen

You learn that he’s a decent enough cook, but will always insist on helping in some way if he finds you in the kitchen working on something, no matter how simple or complicated the dish is

Over time you even find out how he prefers his tea in the morning and when you get the chance, try and surprise him with a warm drink waiting for him after his shower

When you know that he prefers to keep the flat a little cooler than you usually have it, you’ll turn the thermostat down a degree just before he comes home, just as he’s gotten into the habit of turning it back up for you on his way out, the gesture going unspoken between the two of you

Simon also learns a lot about you in the time since you’ve moved in

He learns all about your taste in music, a melody never not playing in the background of whichever room you’re occupying, often telling him the name of a song or artist you can tell he likes from the way his foot will tap or fingers will drum against his thigh

He discovers you’re a bit of a night owl, often hearing you in the kitchen baking some dessert or another at midnight, or talking on the phone with a friend. He never minds though. In one case he wakes up to sweet treats in the morning, and the other he gets to overhear your even sweeter voice chirping and giggling. And if one time a smile of his own graces his lips when he hears you telling your friend how you’re loving the new flat, and your flatmate “isn’t so bad on the eyes either”, then who’s complaining?

He finds out what your favourite take out food is, often surprising you with something on his return home, definitely not blushing under the mask if it earns him a hug or peck on the cheek as thanks

But one thing Simon learns about you early on, something that he thinks about not just at home but on base, in briefings, on missions, on helis and jets and trucks, is how part of your daily routine, is doing fucking yoga in the living room.

He’s been in countless situations most civilians could never even dream up, let alone withstand, and Simon under the mask that is Ghost always stays as cool and collected as any seasoned vet would

But seeing you in sweatpants, or leggings, or even worse when you’re wearing those shorts of yours, strolling into the living room with your yoga mat tucked under your arm, his pants instantly tighten every single time, knowing what’s to come (or rather who’s to c-)

Following along to your instructional video playing on the telly, paying him no mind as he sits in the adjoining kitchen as you bend into position after position, simply doing your nightly routine as you have for years now, unknowingly putting your flatmate through a torture he’s never endured before

Every time he’s lucky enough to witness you stretching your limbs, contorting your body into poses he couldn’t fathom doing himself, he finds his dreams that night filled with the very same images of you, though wearing far less clothing, and in his bed instead of a yoga mat, though he would take you anywhere let’s be honest

He always waits for you to finish your routine, be it a quick 15 minute stretch or a nearly hour long session, he remains and watches you until you leave, before he dares to stand with his arousal on full display through his pants, rushing to his room or bathroom to take care of business

He learns that he’s never felt more intense pleasure at his own hand than when he thinks of you, when he has has your face and body freshly imprinted on his mind as he finishes, imagining the heaven that it must be to have the real thing rather than his calloused fist

It’s interesting you see

You really like Simon, and you like when he’s home, like getting to know him and spend more time with him

And if you happen to learn that when you do your yoga routine out where he can see you, that he suddenly spends a lot more time in the flat than on base, coming home more and more often, no matter how short his stay is… well, who’s complaining?

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lilyprettyremy · 4 months ago

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How to Make the Most of Your Energy Levels Every Day:

Hello, beautiful readers! Today, I’m sharing some elegant yet practical habits to help you shine every day, even when your energy levels fluctuate. We can’t expect to be perfect all the time, and that’s absolutely okay! Let’s dive into how to make the most of every moment.

1. Curate Your Morning Routine

Start your day with a morning routine that excites you. This could be a refreshing workout, a delicious breakfast, or a few moments of journaling. When you kick off your day with intention, you set a positive tone that can carry you through even the busiest hours.

2. Identify Your Peak Hours

Pay attention to when you feel most energized during the day. Are you a morning person, or do you come alive in the evening? Schedule your most challenging tasks for those peak hours, allowing your energy to guide your productivity.

3. Implement the Pomodoro Technique

To stay focused without draining your energy, try the Pomodoro Technique. Work for 25 minutes, then take a 5-minute break. This rhythm helps maintain your concentration while allowing your mind to rest and recharge.

4. Practice Gratitude

Cultivating gratitude can boost your mood and energy levels. Take a moment each day to reflect on what you’re grateful for. This simple practice can shift your mindset and help you appreciate the present, fueling your motivation.

5. Stay Active Throughout the Day

Incorporate movement into your day, even if it’s just a quick walk or some gentle stretches. Physical activity releases endorphins, which can elevate your mood and energy. Consider setting a timer to remind yourself to move every hour.

6. Fuel Your Body Wisely

Focus on nutrient-dense foods that provide sustained energy. Opt for whole grains, lean proteins, and plenty of fruits and vegetables. Also, stay hydrated—water is your best friend when it comes to maintaining energy levels.

7. Reflect and Adjust

At the end of each day, reflect on what worked and what didn’t. Adjust your approach as needed. This habit not only helps you learn but also empowers you to take control of your energy management.

Remember, dear readers, it’s all about progress, not perfection! Embrace these habits with enthusiasm and grace, and let’s make the most of every day together! xoxo

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livvyliveslife · 1 year ago

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14 Habits to pick up for 2024 ✨

1 - plan tomorrow, today - outline tasks and priorities for the next day before going to bed 2 - set a timer for breaks - use a timer to ensure that short breaks don't turn into extended distractions 3 - quick digital detox - step away from electronic devices for 15 mins to clear your mind 4 - limit screen time before bed - reduce screen time at least 30 mins before bedtime for better sleep 5 - visualise success - picture achieving your goals to enhance motivation and focus 6 - declutter for 10 mins - spend some time decluttering to feel a sense of accomplishment 7 - learn something new - dedicate a short time to learning a new fact, skill or concept daily 8 - positive self talk - replace negative thoughts with positive affirmations throughout the day 9 - tech free meal time - enjoy at least 1 meal a day free from electronic distractions 10 - quick physical activity - squeeze in a short burst of physical activity - like a quick workout or a brisk walk 11 - set daily goals - outline specific, achievable goals for the day to stay on track 12 - prioritise one task - identify and focus on a single priority each day for increased productivity 13 - hydrate first thing - drink a tall glass of water right after waking up to rehydrate the body 14 - morning stretches - incorporate a brief stretching routine to boost energy

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dreambunnynotes · 1 year ago

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my daily routine essentials!

this is my current list of tasks that help me feel motivated, confident in myself, and able to overcome any major hurdles that ADHD throws my way. many of these are non-negotiable for me as they help me move on to the next task without anxiety or decision paralysis. i encourage everyone to find what works best for them! ♥︎

morning:

wake up at 8:00am

brush teeth and take meds

shower, wash hair, and get dressed

simple am skincare routine

make bed and open blinds

brush hair and do makeup

eat a quick breakfast

daily tasks:

accomplish scariest work or personal tasks first

practice guitar for at least an hour, ideally longer

practice piano for at least 30 minutes, ideally longer

complete workout or stretching routine of the day

evening:

start wind down at 8:00pm

tidy up bedroom and office

pick clothes + pack bag for the next day

complete pet related tasks

eat a snack and do dishes

write out to-do list for the next day

brush teeth + pm skincare routine

get into pyjamas and brush hair

go over dream life script or pinterest

yoga nidra + SATS

asleep by 12:00

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bloomzone · 8 months ago

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the 3 type of morning routines :

💬"Shine bright and prove them wrong 'Cause we can feel our progress" - straykids : blind spot

PRODUCTIVE WORKDAYS

WAKE UP AND DRINK A GLASS OF WATER

QUICK WORKOUT OR BRISK WALK

SHOWER AND GET DRESSED

HEALTHY BREAKFAST WITH COFFEE OR TEA

REVIEW DAILY GOALS AND PLAN TASKS

START WORK ON THE MOST IMPORTANT TASK

CREATIVE DAYS

WAKE UP AND DRINK A GLASS OF WATER

GENTLE STRETCHING OR YOGA

SHOWER AND GET DRESSED

LIGHT BREAKFAST

SPEND TIME JOURNALING OR BRAINSTORMING

START WORKING ON CREATIVE PROJECTS

RELAXING DAYS

WAKE UP AND DRINK A GLASS OF WATER

STAY IN BED FOR LIGHT READING OR MEDITATION

LEISURELY BREAKFAST

SIMPLE MORNING HYGIENE

TAKE A SHORT WALK OUTSIDE

ENJOY A HOBBY OR RELAXATION ACTIVITY

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hoshifighting · 7 months ago

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Can you also write about everyday things you might do that make svt go feral? 🫣👹

seungcheol gets horny whenever he sees you wearing his oversized shirts around the house. there's something about the way the fabric hangs off your shoulders, revealing glimpses of your bare skin that drives him wild, “you know that’s mine, right?” he teases, you saunter over, swaying your hips. “guess you’ll have to take it back,” you murmur, and his hands are on you in an instant.

jeonghan gets turned on by your sassiness. the way you bite back with quick, sharp retorts when he’s teasing you. it’s the fire in your eyes, the challenge you present. “you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he’d say, leaning in, his breath hot on your ear. “maybe i am,” you retort, feeling the heat between you both. his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer. “let’s see how clever you are when i’m done with you,”

joshua finds himself getting hot and bothered when you wear glasses. it’s something about the way they frame your face, making you look both cute and sexy at the same time. “you look so studious,” he’d murmur, tracing a finger along the edge of your frames. you catch the gleam in his eyes, knowing exactly where his mind is going. the next thing you know, he's pulling you in for a kiss, hands sliding under your blouse.

jun can't help but get turned on whenever you stretch. the way your back arches and your shirt rides up, exposing a sliver of your stomach, is enough to drive him crazy. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he’d groan, his eyes glued to your exposed skin. you laugh, teasing him about being so easy to rile up. but you love the way he looks at you, like he can't get enough, and it always leads to something more.

soonyoung gets excited whenever you work out. the sight of you in tight workout clothes, all sweaty and flushed, makes him weak. mainly when you're doing effort and sighs and moans end up leaving your mouth. “damn, you look good,” he’d say, you’d roll your eyes, but the way he looks at you makes your heart race. it’s not long before he’s pulling you into his arms, his hands roaming over your body, eager to feel every inch of you.

wonwoo finds himself getting horny whenever he catches you reading. there's something about the way you get lost in a book that makes him want you. “what are you reading?” he’d ask, leaning over your shoulder. but he’s not really interested in the book; he’s more interested in the way your lips move as you read, the way your eyes light up. the next thing you know, he’s pulling the book from your hands, replacing it with his own body, eager to devour you.

jihoon gets turned on whenever you sing. it doesn’t matter if it’s just you humming a tune or belting out a song, he finds it incredibly sexy. he's obsessed with your voice, your morning voice, when you're talking serious, when you call his name when you moan—“you’re really good at that, show me more...” you’d laugh, teasing him about getting worked up over something so simple. but he’d just pull you close, his lips finding yours, showing you exactly how much your voice affects him.

minghao gets turned on when you practice yoga. it’s the way your body bends and stretches, the grace in your movements. he sits nearby, his eyes glued to you. “enjoying the view?” you ask, a teasing smile on your lips. “more than you know,” he replies. you finish your routine and walk over to him, his eyes dark with need. “want to join me for the next session?” you suggest, and he pulls you into his lap, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss.

mingyu gets horny when you cook. it’s the domesticity, the sight of you moving around the kitchen. he watches you, his eyes following your every move. “smells good,” he comments, leaning against the counter. “want a taste?” you ask, holding up a spoon. he takes a bite, his eyes never leaving yours. “delicious,” he murmurs, his hand slipping around your waist. “but i think i want a taste of you,” he adds, pulling you close.

seokmin gets excited whenever you laugh. it’s such a pure, joyful sound, and it never fails to make his heart race. “you’re adorable,” he’d say, his eyes shining with affection. but there’s a hint of something more, something darker, in his gaze. you can feel the tension building between you, and it’s not long before he’s pulling you into his arms, his lips finding yours, hands grabbing your ass.

seungkwan finds himself getting horny whenever you tease him. it’s the way you playfully poke fun at him, the way you challenge him, that gets under his skin in the best way. “oh, you think you’re funny?” he’d say, a wicked grin on his face. but you know he loves it, loves the way you push his buttons. the playful banter quickly turns into something more, something heated, as he pulls you close, his hands roaming over your body.

vernon can’t help but get excited whenever you touch him casually. it could be a simple brush of your fingers against his arm or a playful shove, but it’s enough to make his heart race. he’d groan, a playful smile on his face. but you know he loves it, loves the way you make him feel. the casual touches quickly escalate into something more, fingering you, or giving him a handjob. I feel like he have a hand fetish, maybe because your hands and manicured nails looks so good around his cock.

chan gets turned on whenever you bite your lip absentmindedly. it’s such a small, innocent gesture, but it never fails to catch his attention. “you know what that does to me, right?” he’d whisper, leaning in close. you’d play innocent, pretending not to know, but the way his eyes darken tells you he’s already imagining things. he loves the way you tease him without even trying, making it so easy for him to get lost in his thoughts about you.

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esotericalchemist · 2 months ago

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𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 - 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐔𝐩 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝: 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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This is the sixth post in a 12-part series dedicated to helping you glow up using the wisdom of astrology. Each post explores one of the astrological houses and how it influences key areas of your life, offering insights and actionable steps for personal growth and transformation.

In this post, we’re focusing on the sixth house—the house of health, routines, work habits, and service to others. This house represents the rhythms and practices that support your physical and emotional well-being, as well as the ways you contribute to the world through meaningful service. Glowing up your sixth house means cultivating a balanced and sustainable approach to health, building empowering routines, and ensuring that your work-life balance leaves room for self-care and renewal.

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house governs health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. When Aries rules this house, your approach to these themes is dynamic, energetic, and proactive. Ruled by Mars, Aries in the sixth house brings a fiery drive to your routines and a fearless attitude toward tackling challenges. Your glow-up involves channeling this energy into maintaining your physical health, creating empowering daily routines, serving others with passion, and balancing your ambitious work ethic with intentional self-care.

Physical Health: Energized and Action-Oriented Wellness

With Aries ruling your sixth house, physical health is best maintained through active and engaging pursuits. You thrive on movement and intensity, making high-energy activities like running, weightlifting, martial arts, or competitive sports particularly beneficial. Exercise is not only a way to stay fit but also a vital outlet for your abundant energy.

To glow up your health, focus on creating a fitness routine that excites and challenges you. Incorporate dynamic workouts that keep you motivated, and set goals that spark your competitive spirit. Balance this intensity with proper rest and recovery to prevent burnout or injury—Aries energy can sometimes push too hard without pause.

Fuel your body with a diet that supports your active lifestyle, prioritizing nutrient-dense meals that sustain your energy levels. Experiment with cooking quick, hearty meals that fit into your fast-paced routine.

Routines: Dynamic and Motivating Habits

Aries in the sixth house brings a no-nonsense, action-first approach to daily routines. You prefer habits that feel purposeful and exciting, often thriving on spontaneity and variety. While this energy keeps you proactive, maintaining consistency can sometimes be a challenge.

Your glow-up involves building routines that balance structure with flexibility. Create a morning ritual that jumpstarts your day, such as a quick workout, a power-packed breakfast, or a short meditation to channel your focus. Use tools like timers or apps to keep you on track without feeling bogged down by rigid schedules.

Set clear, achievable goals for your daily tasks to keep your motivation high. Break larger projects into smaller steps that give you a sense of accomplishment, and don’t shy away from rewarding yourself for progress.

Service to Others: Passionate and Impactful Contributions

Aries in the sixth house makes you a bold and enthusiastic contributor in service to others. You approach acts of service with determination and a willingness to take the lead, often excelling in roles where you can inspire or motivate others.

To glow up in this area, focus on channeling your passion into meaningful causes. Volunteer for initiatives that align with your values, such as community fitness programs, youth mentorship, or advocacy for empowerment. Your leadership skills shine when you take the initiative and encourage others to step into their own strengths.

While your energy is a gift, be mindful of pacing yourself to avoid burnout. Balance your contributions with time for personal rejuvenation to ensure you can give your best to others without depleting yourself.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Energized yet Grounded

Aries in the sixth house brings a tireless work ethic and a tendency to dive headfirst into tasks. While this drive is admirable, it’s essential to balance your productivity with intentional self-care.

Your glow-up involves incorporating moments of rest and rejuvenation into your schedule. Take short, energizing breaks throughout the day to recharge your mental and physical energy. Practices like stretching, mindfulness, or even a quick walk outside can help you reset.

Set boundaries in your work life to avoid overcommitting. Prioritize tasks that align with your goals and delegate when necessary. Aries energy loves efficiency, so streamlining your workload allows you to maintain momentum without compromising your well-being.

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house governs health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. With Taurus ruling this house, your approach to these themes is steady, grounded, and focused on creating a sense of ease and comfort. Ruled by Venus, Taurus in the sixth house brings a love for consistency and beauty to your daily life, emphasizing the importance of sustainable health practices, nourishing routines, and finding pleasure in the act of service. Your glow-up involves cultivating a harmonious balance between work and self-care, prioritizing your physical well-being, and crafting routines that feel both practical and enjoyable.

Physical Health: Steady and Nourishing Wellness

Taurus in the sixth house thrives on routines that support long-term health and well-being. You’re drawn to activities that feel grounding and enjoyable, making practices like yoga, walking in nature, or gentle strength training particularly effective. Consistency is key for Taurus energy, so creating a fitness plan that you genuinely enjoy ensures that you stick to it.

To glow up your physical health, focus on nourishing your body with wholesome, satisfying meals. Cooking at home can become a form of self-care, especially when you prioritize fresh, natural ingredients and take the time to prepare meals with love.

Incorporate moments of relaxation into your routine, such as stretching before bed or indulging in a luxurious skincare ritual. These small acts of care reinforce your connection to your body and create a sense of peace and stability.

Routines: Grounded and Enjoyable Habits

Taurus in the sixth house values routines that feel manageable and pleasurable. You thrive on stability and are most productive when your schedule is consistent and your environment is calming.

Your glow-up involves crafting routines that combine practicality with indulgence. Start your mornings with a cup of herbal tea or a nourishing breakfast to set a peaceful tone for the day. Use aesthetically pleasing planners or apps to organize your tasks, as visual beauty motivates Taurus energy.

While you appreciate consistency, avoid becoming stuck in habits that feel too rigid. Introduce small changes, like switching up your workspace or adding a new hobby, to keep your routines fresh and enjoyable without sacrificing their grounding effect.

Service to Others: Thoughtful and Practical Contributions

Taurus in the sixth house makes you a reliable and nurturing presence when serving others. You approach acts of service with patience and care, often excelling in roles that involve creating comfort, stability, or beauty for those around you.

To glow up in this area, focus on sharing your talents in ways that align with your values. Volunteer for projects that involve community gardening, cooking, or organizing spaces for those in need. Your grounded energy brings a sense of calm and dependability to any group effort.

Be mindful of overextending yourself in service to others. While you enjoy helping, ensure you’re prioritizing your own well-being and not taking on more than you can handle.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Calm and Sustainable Productivity

Taurus in the sixth house excels at creating a balance between work and self-care. You value productivity but prefer a calm and methodical approach to tasks, avoiding unnecessary stress or chaos.

Your glow-up involves ensuring your work environment feels supportive and comfortable. Invest in a well-organized desk, soothing decor, or ergonomic tools to make your workspace a place of ease. Incorporate breaks into your day where you can step away, recharge, and return with fresh energy.

Taurus energy loves small indulgences, so reward yourself for completing tasks with treats that nourish your senses—a delicious snack, a scented candle, or a relaxing moment in nature. These acts of self-care enhance your motivation and keep you grounded.

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house governs health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. With Gemini ruling this house, your approach to these themes is dynamic, curious, and multifaceted. Ruled by Mercury, Gemini in the sixth house brings a lively and communicative energy to your daily life, emphasizing the importance of variety, adaptability, and mental stimulation in your routines. Your glow-up involves cultivating a flexible approach to health and productivity, finding joy in intellectual and social activities, and balancing your fast-paced energy with mindfulness and self-care.

Physical Health: Active and Varied Wellness

Gemini in the sixth house thrives on movement and variety in physical health routines. You’re drawn to activities that engage your mind and body simultaneously, such as dance, aerobics, martial arts, or fitness classes that involve learning new techniques. You may also enjoy outdoor activities like cycling or hiking, where you can explore new surroundings.

To glow up your physical health, incorporate variety into your fitness regimen to keep it exciting and sustainable. Experiment with different forms of exercise, and consider mixing physical activity with social interaction by joining group workouts or sports teams.

Nourish your body with light, balanced meals that align with your active lifestyle. Gemini energy often gravitates toward quick, easy options, so focus on healthy snacks and simple recipes that fit into your dynamic schedule.

Routines: Flexible and Engaging Habits

Gemini in the sixth house approaches routines with curiosity and adaptability. You thrive on variety and are most productive when your schedule includes opportunities for learning and creativity. While you excel at multitasking, consistency can sometimes be a challenge.

Your glow-up involves creating routines that balance flexibility with structure. Use tools like planners or apps to organize your day while leaving room for spontaneity. Break tasks into shorter time blocks to keep your mind engaged, and switch between activities to maintain focus.

Incorporate habits that stimulate your intellect, such as listening to podcasts while exercising or using downtime to read or journal. Gemini energy thrives when routines are both productive and mentally stimulating.

Service to Others: Communicative and Resourceful Contributions

Gemini in the sixth house makes you an excellent communicator and problem-solver when serving others. You have a talent for finding innovative solutions, sharing knowledge, and connecting people to resources or opportunities.

To glow up in this area, focus on service roles that align with your natural skills. Teaching, mentoring, or volunteering in areas like literacy programs, community organizing, or social media advocacy can be deeply fulfilling. Your ability to adapt and connect with diverse groups makes you an asset in any service-oriented role.

Be mindful of spreading yourself too thin or overcommitting to too many projects. While your energy is abundant, ensuring quality over quantity in your contributions will help you make a lasting impact.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Stimulated yet Grounded

Gemini in the sixth house often juggles a variety of tasks and interests, which can lead to overexertion if balance isn’t maintained. While you’re energized by mental activity, intentional self-care is essential to avoid burnout.

Your glow-up involves incorporating moments of stillness and grounding into your routine. Practices like mindful breathing, meditation, or gentle yoga can help calm your racing thoughts. Schedule breaks where you can step outside, call a friend, or enjoy a cup of tea to reset your focus.

Use your love for communication to support your self-care journey—talk about your experiences with a friend, join a wellness community, or keep a journal to process your thoughts. Balancing mental stimulation with moments of peace ensures sustainable productivity and well-being.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house governs health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. With Cancer ruling this house, your approach to these themes is nurturing, intuitive, and emotionally connected. Ruled by the Moon, Cancer in the sixth house brings a deeply caring energy to your daily life, emphasizing the importance of emotional well-being, holistic health practices, and creating routines that feel supportive and comforting. Your glow-up involves prioritizing your emotional and physical health, building routines that honor your need for care and connection, and serving others with compassion and understanding while maintaining strong boundaries.

Physical Health: Gentle and Intuitive Wellness

Cancer in the sixth house encourages you to take a nurturing and intuitive approach to physical health. You’re drawn to activities that feel soothing and restorative, such as yoga, swimming, or tai chi, which allow you to connect with your body in a mindful way. Water-related activities are particularly rejuvenating for Cancer energy.

To glow up your physical health, focus on creating rituals that feel emotionally grounding and comforting. Start your day with a calming stretch or end it with a warm bath to relax and reset. Listening to your body’s needs is essential—honor your energy levels by choosing workouts that match how you’re feeling on any given day.

Nourish yourself with home-cooked meals that bring both physical sustenance and emotional warmth. Cooking for yourself or loved ones can be an act of self-care that strengthens your connection to your body and emotions.

Routines: Supportive and Comforting Habits

Cancer in the sixth house thrives on routines that feel emotionally supportive and aligned with your natural rhythms. You’re most productive when your environment is calm and nurturing, so creating a workspace or daily schedule that reflects these qualities is key.

Your glow-up involves crafting routines that balance productivity with emotional care. Incorporate moments of comfort into your day, such as lighting a candle while working or taking a mid-day break to journal or reflect. Using tools like mood trackers or gratitude lists can help you stay in tune with your emotional needs while remaining focused on your goals.

Consistency is important for Cancer energy, but avoid routines that feel too rigid. Allow space for flexibility and self-compassion, knowing that your best efforts will vary depending on your emotional state.

Service to Others: Compassionate and Heartfelt Contributions

Cancer in the sixth house makes you a deeply caring and empathetic presence in acts of service. You approach helping others with warmth and emotional understanding, often excelling in roles that involve caregiving, nurturing, or creating a sense of home and belonging.

To glow up in this area, focus on finding service opportunities that resonate with your heart. Volunteer at shelters, support mental health initiatives, or work with children, families, or communities in need. Your ability to make others feel seen and supported is a gift that can create lasting impact.

While your compassion is a strength, ensure you’re maintaining boundaries to avoid emotional exhaustion. Balancing your need to help others with self-care ensures you can give from a place of abundance rather than depletion.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Nurturing and Restorative Practices

Cancer in the sixth house often prioritizes the needs of others, but your glow-up involves ensuring your work-life balance includes time for self-care and emotional renewal. You thrive in environments where you feel emotionally connected and supported, so creating a sense of safety and comfort in your workspace is essential.

Incorporate restorative practices into your routine, such as setting clear boundaries around work hours or creating a ritual to transition from work to relaxation. Practices like journaling, meditation, or spending time near water can help you recharge and maintain emotional balance.

Cancer energy benefits from creating a sense of “emotional hygiene” alongside physical health. Take time to check in with your feelings and prioritize activities that soothe your soul, whether it’s connecting with loved ones or enjoying quiet time alone.

𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house governs health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. With Leo ruling this house, your approach to these themes is bold, passionate, and centered around self-expression. Ruled by the Sun, Leo in the sixth house brings a creative and confident energy to your daily life, emphasizing the importance of vitality, purpose-driven routines, and shining in roles that allow you to serve others with heart and leadership. Your glow-up involves prioritizing radiant health, building routines that celebrate your individuality, serving others with generosity, and balancing your work ethic with self-care that nourishes your inner light.

Physical Health: Radiant and Energizing Wellness

Leo in the sixth house connects your physical health to your sense of vitality and confidence. You thrive on activities that make you feel strong, vibrant, and alive, such as dancing, aerobics, or team sports. Your health routine benefits from a touch of creativity and excitement, as repetitive tasks can easily bore Leo energy.

To glow up your physical health, choose activities that feel joyful and celebratory. Dance classes, yoga with upbeat music, or even outdoor adventures that challenge and invigorate you can help you stay motivated. Leo energy loves a bit of flair, so embrace stylish workout gear or reward yourself with small indulgences after a great workout.

Nourish your body with colorful, wholesome meals that reflect the vibrant Leo spirit. Incorporate a variety of fresh fruits, vegetables, and energizing foods that keep you feeling radiant from the inside out.

Routines: Purposeful and Uplifting Habits

Leo in the sixth house thrives on routines that allow you to shine and express your individuality. You prefer schedules that feel inspiring and purpose-driven rather than rigid or mundane. Incorporating creative elements into your daily tasks keeps your energy high and your focus sharp.

Your glow-up involves creating routines that center around self-expression and personal fulfillment. Begin your mornings with affirmations or visualization exercises that connect you to your goals and passions. Add a touch of fun to your day—whether it’s using a colorful planner, playing music while you work, or designing a workspace that feels uniquely yours.

While you enjoy being in the spotlight, remember to balance your need for recognition with meaningful productivity. Prioritize tasks that align with your long-term vision while allowing space for creative exploration.

Service to Others: Generous and Heart-Centered Contributions

Leo in the sixth house makes you a natural leader and motivator when serving others. You approach acts of service with enthusiasm and generosity, often excelling in roles that allow you to inspire, mentor, or uplift those around you.

To glow up in this area, channel your charisma and creativity into service opportunities that bring joy and empowerment to others. Volunteer for roles like coaching, organizing community events, or working with children and youth. Your ability to make others feel seen and valued is one of your greatest gifts.

Be mindful of overextending yourself in an effort to shine. While your big heart loves to give, ensure that you’re also reserving energy for your own well-being. Balancing generosity with boundaries ensures you can continue serving with passion and purpose.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Energized and Restorative Practices

Leo in the sixth house brings a dynamic work ethic and a love for productivity, but your glow-up involves ensuring that your self-care practices are just as vibrant as your work life. You thrive when you feel appreciated and purposeful, so creating a balance between effort and reward is essential.

Incorporate restorative activities into your schedule that help you reconnect with your inner light. Creative hobbies, pampering rituals, or simply basking in the sun can recharge your energy and keep you feeling inspired. Celebrate your accomplishments—Leo energy loves recognition, so don’t shy away from rewarding yourself for a job well done.

Practices like journaling about your achievements or setting personal milestones can help you maintain your confidence while keeping burnout at bay. Remember that self-care is an essential part of shining your brightest.

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house is Virgo’s natural domain, and when Virgo rules this house, its energy is amplified in the areas of health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. Ruled by Mercury, Virgo in the sixth house brings a practical, detail-oriented, and holistic approach to managing your daily life. Your glow-up involves prioritizing physical and mental well-being, creating efficient and meaningful routines, serving others with care and precision, and finding balance between productivity and self-care.

Physical Health: Mindful and Holistic Wellness

Virgo in the sixth house connects your physical health to a sense of order and mindfulness. You thrive on wellness practices that emphasize consistency and a connection between the mind and body, such as yoga, pilates, or meditation-based movement.

To glow up your physical health, focus on routines that address all aspects of your well-being. Develop a balanced fitness regimen that includes both strength-building and restorative practices. Virgo energy loves tracking progress, so consider keeping a wellness journal or using apps to monitor your achievements.

Nutrition is especially important for this placement. Emphasize clean eating with a focus on whole, natural foods. Meal prepping or planning healthy recipes can streamline your routine and ensure you’re fueling your body with the nutrients it needs. Be mindful of stress, as Virgo energy can sometimes manifest as tension, and incorporate relaxation techniques into your daily life.

Routines: Organized and Meaningful Habits

Virgo in the sixth house thrives on creating efficient and purposeful routines. You feel your best when your day is well-organized and includes a balance of productivity and self-care. Virgo’s attention to detail ensures that even the smallest habits can have a profound impact on your overall well-being.

Your glow-up involves designing routines that are both structured and adaptable. Start your mornings with grounding practices like meditation or journaling, and set clear priorities for the day ahead. Use planners, to-do lists, or digital tools to organize your tasks and track your progress.

Incorporate rituals that feel meaningful to you, whether it’s enjoying a cup of herbal tea in the afternoon or dedicating time each evening to reflect on your accomplishments. Virgo energy thrives when every part of your day feels intentional and aligned with your goals.

Service to Others: Thoughtful and Impactful Contributions

Virgo in the sixth house brings a deep sense of care and dedication to serving others. You excel in roles that require precision, organization, or attention to detail, often thriving in environments where your talents can make a tangible difference.

To glow up in this area, focus on sharing your skills in ways that feel rewarding and impactful. Volunteer in roles that align with your strengths, such as organizing community events, mentoring, or working in health and wellness initiatives. Your natural ability to assess and improve systems makes you an invaluable asset in any service-oriented effort.

While your sense of responsibility is admirable, avoid falling into the trap of perfectionism or overextending yourself. Balance your desire to help others with the need to care for yourself, ensuring that your contributions come from a place of abundance rather than depletion.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Precise yet Compassionate Practices

Virgo in the sixth house brings a strong work ethic and a desire for productivity, but your glow-up involves ensuring that your self-care routines are as meticulously planned as your work schedules. You thrive when your day includes moments of rest and rejuvenation, giving your mind and body time to recharge.

Incorporate self-care rituals that feel restorative, such as a skincare routine, mindfulness exercises, or dedicating time to a creative hobby. Virgo energy benefits from acts of care that also enhance your sense of order—like organizing your workspace or decluttering your home.

Set boundaries around your work-life balance, ensuring that you’re not taking on too much or striving for unattainable perfection. Celebrate your accomplishments, no matter how small, and remind yourself that progress is more important than perfection.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house governs health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. With Libra ruling this house, your approach to these themes is harmonious, aesthetic, and relationship-focused. Ruled by Venus, Libra in the sixth house brings a desire for balance, beauty, and connection to your daily life. Your glow-up involves prioritizing health through elegant and enjoyable practices, creating routines that feel balanced and fulfilling, serving others with grace and diplomacy, and ensuring your work-life equilibrium supports both productivity and self-care.

Physical Health: Balanced and Graceful Wellness

Libra in the sixth house connects your physical health to balance and enjoyment. You thrive on activities that feel both energizing and aesthetically pleasing, such as yoga, pilates, ballet, or swimming. Your wellness journey is enriched by practices that bring a sense of harmony to your body and mind.

To glow up your physical health, prioritize exercises that are gentle yet effective, helping you feel aligned and refreshed. Group classes or working out with a partner can motivate you, as Libra energy enjoys connection and collaboration. Choose fitness routines that include music or visual elements that uplift your spirit.

Nourish yourself with beautifully prepared meals that delight your senses. Libra energy benefits from mindful eating, so take the time to savor your food in a calm and pleasant setting. Hydration and a focus on fresh, natural ingredients will keep you feeling vibrant and balanced.

Routines: Harmonious and Enjoyable Habits

Libra in the sixth house thrives on routines that create balance and beauty in your daily life. You’re most productive when your environment feels calm and organized, and your tasks are approached with a sense of elegance and ease.

Your glow-up involves crafting routines that feel balanced and enjoyable. Start your mornings with a ritual that centers you, such as sipping tea while journaling or practicing gentle stretches. Incorporate moments of beauty into your day—like lighting a candle while working or using aesthetically pleasing tools and planners to organize your tasks.

Libra energy values relationships, so consider incorporating social elements into your routines. Co-working sessions, shared meals, or group activities can make your day feel more fulfilling and connected. Balance your productivity with intentional downtime to maintain harmony.

Service to Others: Diplomatic and Graceful Contributions

Libra in the sixth house brings a natural talent for creating harmony and fostering connection in acts of service. You excel in roles that require diplomacy, collaboration, or a focus on aesthetics, often thriving in environments where you can bring beauty and balance to others’ lives.

To glow up in this area, focus on service opportunities that align with your love for connection and creativity. Volunteer in roles that involve event planning, art initiatives, or mentorship. Your ability to mediate and create harmony makes you a valuable presence in group settings.

Be mindful of maintaining boundaries while helping others. Libra energy can sometimes overextend in an effort to keep the peace. Prioritize service opportunities that bring mutual benefit and ensure you’re nurturing your own well-being alongside your contributions.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Elegant and Intentional Practices

Libra in the sixth house emphasizes the importance of work-life balance and creating a sense of harmony between productivity and rest. You thrive when your work feels purposeful and aligned with your values, and your self-care practices are as intentional as your work routines.

Your glow-up involves infusing elegance into your self-care rituals. Pamper yourself with a skincare routine, indulge in aromatherapy, or spend time in a beautifully designed space that inspires relaxation. Activities like painting, reading, or attending cultural events can also rejuvenate your spirit.

Set clear boundaries around your work to avoid overcommitment. Libra energy benefits from creating a structured yet flexible schedule that allows you to focus on tasks while leaving room for creativity and leisure.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house governs health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. With Scorpio ruling this house, your approach to these themes is intense, transformative, and deeply focused. Ruled by Mars and Pluto, Scorpio in the sixth house brings a magnetic and determined energy to your daily life, emphasizing the importance of holistic health, purposeful routines, and service that creates lasting impact. Your glow-up involves harnessing this intensity to transform your well-being, building empowering and meaningful routines, serving others with depth and compassion, and balancing your passion for work with practices that nurture your emotional and physical resilience.

Physical Health: Transformative and Empowering Wellness

Scorpio in the sixth house connects your physical health to transformation and emotional healing. You thrive on wellness practices that are intense and restorative, such as weightlifting, pilates, martial arts, or hot yoga. Activities that help you release pent-up energy and emotions are particularly beneficial for this placement.

To glow up your physical health, focus on practices that encourage both strength and renewal. Balance high-intensity workouts with deeply restorative ones, such as meditation, breathwork, or therapeutic massage. Scorpio energy thrives on the mind-body connection, so explore healing modalities like acupuncture, energy work, or somatic therapy.

Your diet can also be a key part of your transformation. Prioritize detoxifying, nutrient-rich foods and hydrate well to support your energy levels. Avoid extremes in your health routines and aim for practices that create sustainable vitality.

Routines: Empowering and Purposeful Habits

Scorpio in the sixth house thrives on routines that feel deeply meaningful and aligned with your goals for transformation and growth. You approach your daily habits with intensity and focus, often diving fully into what you’re passionate about.

Your glow-up involves creating routines that empower you while leaving space for flexibility. Start your day with a practice that grounds and energizes you, such as journaling about your goals, meditating, or setting an intention for transformation. Break larger tasks into actionable steps, and focus on completing them with precision and dedication.

While your intensity is a strength, avoid falling into all-or-nothing thinking. Incorporate small, sustainable changes into your routines that build momentum over time, and celebrate your progress along the way.

Service to Others: Transformative and Compassionate Contributions

Scorpio in the sixth house brings a deep desire to serve others in ways that are meaningful and transformative. You excel in roles that require emotional depth, intuition, and a commitment to creating change, often thriving in environments where you can make a profound impact on people’s lives.

To glow up in this area, focus on service opportunities that align with your values and passions. Volunteer in areas such as mental health advocacy, crisis intervention, or empowering marginalized communities. Your ability to connect deeply with others and offer solutions to complex problems makes you a powerful force for positive change.

Be mindful of maintaining boundaries while serving others. Scorpio energy has a tendency to absorb others’ emotions, so ensure you’re protecting your energy and taking time for self-care.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Passionate yet Restorative Practices

Scorpio in the sixth house brings a passionate work ethic and a desire for mastery, but your glow-up involves ensuring that your intensity is balanced with moments of rest and emotional renewal. You thrive when your work feels purposeful, but burnout can occur if you push yourself too hard without pause.

Incorporate self-care practices that help you release stress and recharge. Activities like journaling, soaking in a hot bath, or spending time near water can help calm your mind and restore your energy. Practices like boundary-setting and mindfulness can also help you balance your emotional and physical needs.

Celebrate your accomplishments and progress, no matter how small, and remind yourself that rest is a crucial part of maintaining your transformative energy.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house governs health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. With Sagittarius ruling this house, your approach to these themes is adventurous, optimistic, and freedom-loving. Ruled by Jupiter, Sagittarius in the sixth house brings an expansive and dynamic energy to your daily life, emphasizing the importance of exploration, growth, and learning in your routines. Your glow-up involves cultivating physical health through adventurous practices, building flexible and purpose-driven routines, serving others with wisdom and generosity, and balancing your desire for freedom with consistent self-care.

Physical Health: Adventurous and Expansive Wellness

Sagittarius in the sixth house thrives on movement and exploration when it comes to physical health. You’re drawn to activities that feel dynamic and engaging, such as hiking, cycling, horseback riding, or group sports that combine fitness with fun and connection. Outdoor adventures are particularly energizing for this placement.

To glow up your physical health, focus on creating a fitness routine that allows for variety and spontaneity. Plan activities that inspire you to explore new places or try new challenges, such as participating in a charity run or joining an adventurous retreat.

Nourish your body with wholesome, energizing foods that support your active lifestyle. Sagittarius energy benefits from exploring global cuisines and incorporating diverse flavors and nutrients into your meals, making healthy eating both exciting and enjoyable.

Routines: Flexible and Purposeful Habits

Sagittarius in the sixth house approaches routines with a love for freedom and variety. You thrive when your schedule allows you to explore new ideas, skills, or opportunities, but maintaining consistency can sometimes feel restrictive.

Your glow-up involves designing routines that balance flexibility with purpose. Start your day with an inspiring practice, such as reading motivational material, meditating on your goals, or setting an intention for learning or growth. Use tools like calendars or goal-setting apps to keep track of your priorities without feeling overly constrained.

Incorporate activities into your day that align with your passion for exploration, such as learning a new skill, studying a subject that excites you, or engaging in creative brainstorming sessions. These habits not only keep your mind engaged but also help you stay motivated and fulfilled.

Service to Others: Generous and Visionary Contributions

Sagittarius in the sixth house makes you a natural mentor, teacher, or guide when serving others. You’re drawn to roles that involve sharing knowledge, expanding perspectives, or inspiring growth, often excelling in areas like education, community organizing, or international service initiatives.

To glow up in this area, focus on service opportunities that align with your values and passions. Volunteer for causes that promote learning, travel, or cultural exchange, or get involved in initiatives that advocate for freedom, justice, or empowerment. Your optimistic and enthusiastic nature inspires others to aim higher and dream bigger.

While your generosity is a strength, ensure you’re setting boundaries to avoid overextending yourself. Balance your passion for service with time to recharge and refocus on your personal goals.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Expansive yet Grounded Practices

Sagittarius in the sixth house brings a love for exploration and growth to your work life, but your glow-up involves ensuring that your self-care is as dynamic and fulfilling as your ambitions. You thrive when your work feels purposeful and aligned with your long-term vision, but grounding yourself in consistent practices helps sustain your energy and focus.

Incorporate moments of adventure into your self-care routine, such as taking mini getaways, exploring a new hobby, or simply spending time outdoors to reset your mind and spirit. Practices like journaling about your aspirations or meditating on gratitude can help you stay connected to your goals and maintain a positive outlook.

Set boundaries in your work life to ensure that your desire to explore and expand doesn’t lead to overcommitment. Prioritize tasks that align with your values, and celebrate your progress as you move closer to your dreams.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house governs health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. With Capricorn ruling this house, your approach to these themes is disciplined, practical, and achievement-oriented. Ruled by Saturn, Capricorn in the sixth house brings a steady and structured energy to your daily life, emphasizing the importance of long-term planning, consistency, and mastery. Your glow-up involves prioritizing health through sustainable practices, building routines that enhance productivity and focus, serving others with responsibility and dedication, and balancing your ambitious nature with restorative self-care.

Physical Health: Grounded and Sustainable Wellness

Capricorn in the sixth house connects your physical health to discipline and structure. You thrive on wellness practices that are goal-oriented and results-driven, such as strength training, endurance exercises, or fitness plans that emphasize progress over time. You’re drawn to activities that build both physical and mental resilience.

To glow up your physical health, focus on creating a regimen that is both practical and sustainable. Set achievable goals and track your progress to stay motivated. Activities like hiking, weightlifting, or pilates can align well with Capricorn’s love for structure and strength-building.

Capricorn energy benefits from a nourishing and balanced diet that supports long-term health. Meal planning or preparing nutrient-rich dishes in advance can streamline your routine and help you stay on track. Prioritize consistency over intensity, ensuring that your practices are sustainable and fit seamlessly into your busy life.

Routines: Structured and Purposeful Habits

Capricorn in the sixth house thrives on routines that are efficient and goal-focused. You prefer schedules that maximize productivity while leaving room for steady progress toward long-term aspirations. Your practical nature makes you skilled at organizing your time and resources.

Your glow-up involves refining your daily routines to align with your ambitions. Begin your mornings with a practice that grounds and motivates you, such as reviewing your goals, setting priorities, or engaging in a calming ritual like meditation or journaling. Use tools like planners or productivity apps to keep track of your tasks and ensure you’re working efficiently.

While you value structure, avoid overloading your schedule. Incorporate small moments of relaxation or creative expression to balance your disciplined routines with emotional nourishment.

Service to Others: Responsible and Impactful Contributions

Capricorn in the sixth house makes you a reliable and dedicated presence in acts of service. You excel in roles that require organization, leadership, or problem-solving, often thriving in environments where your efforts create tangible results.

To glow up in this area, focus on service opportunities that align with your strengths. Volunteer in roles that involve mentorship, community development, or career guidance. Your ability to take initiative and bring structure to projects makes you a valuable asset in any service-oriented effort.

Be mindful of balancing your sense of duty with self-care. While your commitment is admirable, ensure that you’re not taking on too much responsibility or neglecting your own needs in the process.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Disciplined yet Restorative Practices

Capricorn in the sixth house brings a strong work ethic and a drive for achievement, but your glow-up involves ensuring that your self-care routines are as consistent and intentional as your professional efforts. You thrive when your day includes moments of rest and rejuvenation, giving your mind and body time to recharge.

Incorporate self-care practices that feel grounding and restorative, such as a regular skincare routine, a calming tea ritual, or spending time in nature. Capricorn energy appreciates routines that serve a dual purpose, so consider activities that both relax and inspire you, like reading personal development books or taking mindful walks.

Set boundaries around your work to avoid burnout. Prioritize tasks that align with your goals, delegate where possible, and allow yourself time to celebrate your progress. Remember that self-care is an essential part of sustaining your success.

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house governs health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. With Aquarius ruling this house, your approach to these themes is innovative, unconventional, and future-focused. Ruled by Saturn and Uranus, Aquarius in the sixth house brings a unique and progressive energy to your daily life, emphasizing the importance of individuality, community-oriented service, and modern solutions to maintaining well-being. Your glow-up involves embracing health practices that inspire curiosity and freedom, creating dynamic routines that evolve with your needs, serving others through visionary ideas, and balancing your fast-paced mind with grounding self-care.

Physical Health: Innovative and Dynamic Wellness

Aquarius in the sixth house thrives on wellness practices that are modern, engaging, and diverse. You’re drawn to activities that feel unique or cutting-edge, such as fitness apps, wearable health technology, or group classes with a social twist. Exercise routines that include variety, like circuit training or dance fusion classes, help keep your interest.

To glow up your physical health, explore innovative practices that challenge and inspire you. Try activities like aerial yoga, rock climbing, or team sports that encourage connection and movement. Aquarius energy thrives on intellectual stimulation, so learning the science behind fitness and health can keep you motivated.

Your diet benefits from exploring new ideas, such as plant-based eating, meal planning with smart apps, or trying global cuisines. Keep your approach flexible and aligned with your evolving preferences to sustain your energy and enthusiasm.

Routines: Adaptive and Visionary Habits

Aquarius in the sixth house approaches routines with creativity and a desire for freedom. You’re naturally drawn to systems that are adaptable and open to evolution, often preferring methods that prioritize efficiency and innovation over rigidity.

Your glow-up involves crafting routines that reflect your individuality and support your goals. Start your day with activities that stimulate your mind, such as journaling ideas, listening to thought-provoking podcasts, or setting intentions for creative problem-solving. Use digital tools like habit trackers or smart planners to keep your schedule organized without feeling constrained.

Balance your love for innovation with grounding practices. Incorporate small rituals that add stability to your day, such as taking regular breaks, hydrating consistently, or practicing mindfulness to keep your mind and body in sync.

Service to Others: Visionary and Inclusive Contributions

Aquarius in the sixth house brings a passion for serving others through forward-thinking and inclusive efforts. You excel in roles that involve technology, social innovation, or community-building, often thriving in environments where your unique ideas can create meaningful change.

To glow up in this area, focus on service opportunities that align with your visionary mindset. Volunteer for causes that promote sustainability, innovation, or social justice, or work on projects that connect people through shared ideals. Your ability to think outside the box makes you a catalyst for progress in any community or organization.

Be mindful of balancing your enthusiasm for change with practical steps to implement your ideas. Aquarius energy sometimes focuses on the big picture, so ensure your contributions are both inspiring and actionable.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Grounded yet Inspired Practices

Aquarius in the sixth house often juggles a variety of interests and responsibilities, but your glow-up involves ensuring that your self-care supports both your fast-paced mind and your need for balance. You thrive when your work is meaningful and aligned with your values, but grounding yourself in consistent self-care practices is key to maintaining focus and well-being.

Incorporate activities into your self-care routine that recharge your energy while sparking creativity. Engage in stargazing, take nature walks, or indulge in hobbies like crafting or exploring futuristic concepts. Aquarius energy loves innovation, so experiment with tools like guided meditations or biofeedback devices to enhance relaxation.

Set boundaries around your work-life balance to avoid burnout. Prioritize tasks that align with your long-term vision, and make time for reflection to ensure your efforts remain aligned with your purpose.

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The sixth house governs health, daily routines, work habits, and service to others. With Pisces ruling this house, your approach to these themes is intuitive, compassionate, and often fluid. Ruled by Jupiter and Neptune, Pisces in the sixth house brings a dreamy and empathetic energy to your daily life, emphasizing the importance of holistic health, meaningful service, and routines that align with your emotional and spiritual well-being. Your glow-up involves nurturing your physical health through gentle and creative practices, building flexible routines that honor your intuition, serving others with compassion, and balancing your tendency to overextend with intentional self-care.

Physical Health: Gentle and Holistic Wellness

Pisces in the sixth house connects your physical health to your emotional and spiritual state. You thrive on wellness practices that feel soothing and restorative, such as yoga, tai chi, or swimming. Water-based activities, in particular, resonate deeply with Pisces energy, helping you recharge and reconnect.

To glow up your physical health, focus on gentle yet effective practices that nourish your body and mind. Incorporate activities like meditation, breathwork, or walking in nature to bring a sense of calm and flow into your day. Holistic healing methods, such as Reiki, acupuncture, or aromatherapy, can also support your well-being.

Nutrition should prioritize balance and variety, with an emphasis on hydrating foods and meals that uplift your energy. Avoid overindulging in foods or habits that sap your vitality, as Pisces energy can sometimes lean toward escapism.

Routines: Flexible and Soulful Habits

Pisces in the sixth house approaches routines with fluidity and intuition. You’re drawn to schedules that allow room for creativity, daydreaming, and emotional alignment, rather than rigid structures. While this adaptability is a strength, it can sometimes lead to disorganization or procrastination.

Your glow-up involves creating routines that feel flexible yet purposeful. Start your mornings with grounding practices like journaling, visualization, or setting a daily intention. Use creative tools, such as vision boards or apps with soothing visuals, to keep track of tasks while maintaining your intuitive flow.

Build moments of inspiration and joy into your day. Listen to uplifting music, surround yourself with calming scents, or take small breaks to recharge. By aligning your routines with your emotional and spiritual needs, you’ll stay productive without feeling overwhelmed.

Service to Others: Compassionate and Healing Contributions

Pisces in the sixth house makes you a deeply empathetic and intuitive presence in acts of service. You excel in roles that involve caregiving, emotional support, or creative problem-solving, often thriving in environments where you can bring healing or inspiration to others.

To glow up in this area, focus on service opportunities that align with your compassionate nature. Volunteer for roles in mental health, the arts, or environmental causes, or consider contributing to initiatives that address societal or spiritual needs. Your ability to connect with others on a soul level makes your contributions truly transformative.

While your desire to help is a gift, be mindful of maintaining boundaries to avoid emotional burnout. Balance your efforts by taking time to recharge and reconnect with yourself.

Balancing Work with Self-Care: Intuitive yet Grounded Practices

Pisces in the sixth house often takes on the emotional weight of others, making self-care essential to maintaining balance. Your glow-up involves prioritizing practices that support both your emotional sensitivity and your physical vitality.

Incorporate grounding rituals into your self-care, such as a warm bath with essential oils, mindfulness exercises, or creative activities like painting or journaling. These practices can help you release stress and stay connected to your inner peace.

Set boundaries in your work life to ensure you’re not overcommitting or neglecting your own needs. Use gentle reminders or alarms to stay on track with tasks while giving yourself the freedom to work at your own pace. Pisces energy thrives when work feels meaningful and aligned with your purpose.

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celestiallymar · 6 months ago

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| September goals

1. Daily Self-Care Routine

Start small by adding one or two self-care habits to your daily routine, like stretching for 5 minutes in the morning or writing down three goals for the day ( like drinking more water ).

2. Be kind to yourself

Tip: Create a habit of switching your mindset and words. Try saying “I am capable of achieving my goals” or “I deserve to take care of myself.” instead of discarding your needs and feelings.

3. Add little challenges to your day

Try a 30-day personal challenge, like journaling every morning, starting a workout routine, or reading 10 pages of any book you like each day.

4. Dealing with burnout

Reserve one day of the week for self-care and doing things you enjoy. Even if you can't take the full day for yourself try to make it at least two hours for a good and relaxing shower, taking care of your skin, hair and body. Maybe you can even treat yourself to your favourite meal!

5. Productivity Hacks

Break tasks into smaller, manageable chunks, and set a timer (like the Pomodoro technique—50 minutes of work followed by a 10-minute break) to stay productive without feeling overwhelmed.

Tip: If a task takes less than two minutes to complete (like answering a quick email or tidying up your desk), do it immediately. This prevents small tasks from piling up and becoming overwhelming.

That's all!! Tell me if you'd like more tips.

Stay healthy, stay happy and be kind!

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angelicgirlmj · 4 months ago

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an angels perfect winter morning: a guide . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

hi angels! this winter i want to perfect my morning routine. i struggle alot with sleep and energy levels, especially during the first few weeks of winter so this guide is a perfect way for me to ensure i have enough energy to get on with a busy and full day and achieve all my goals! while i cant do all of this every day what i try to do is pick a few things to prioritise daily. i hope you enjoy this and find some good routine inspo! especially if you struggle a bit with slumps during the colder months. enjoy.

school/work days - 20 step routine . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

wake up at 6:30 - 70:00.

open curtains and window (if not raining), let air circulate.

do a quick five or ten minute yoga/stretch routine while you watch the sunrise.

make bed (studies suggest its better to let your bed freshen with the sheets unmade first thing to stop the growth of certain bacteria etc).

dress.

clean teeth and floss.

drink glass of lemon water and salt (for natural electrolytes).

start packing lunch or snacks needed for the day.

make a cup of tea (my favourites are chai, green tea or matcha).

make breakfast (my go tos at the moment are turkey bacon and scrambled eggs, sautéed apple and yogurt or a porridge/oatmeal bowl).

clean teeth and mouthwash.

do am skincare.

style hair and jewellery.

make sure bag is fully packed.

journal for a few minutes and plan day.

read or listen to a podcast.

ensure all school work is up together/everything prepared for work.

fill up water bottle for the day.

set up room for when home, leave a cute lamp on, make sure your desk is tidy, lay out evening clothes etc.

put on motivational/winter playlist!

weekends - 20 steps . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

wake up at 8 - 8:30.

open curtains and window.

ten minute yoga/stretch routine.

tidy room and make bed.

get dressed in workout clothes.

do a five minute oil pull then clean teeth.

drink glass of lemon water with salt.

make breakfast and a tea (i normally put mine in a travel mug).

fill up water bottle.

clean teeth and am skincare.

if weather nice go on a little morning walk (half an hour to forty minutes).

journal and light a candle, plan day.

workout (i aim to workout for an hour to an hour and a half on weekends).

have a shower.

body lotions/moisturiser.

file nails.

start any work/projects needed, aim to get all finished by end of morning.

during breaks read or listen to podcast.

start weekend clean of room, change bedsheets, clean surfaces etc.

spend time with family or friends!

i want my winter mornings to be slow and mindful, focused on caring for my body and mind and doing what i can to make this time of the year easier and gentle on every part of me! there are lots of complexities within these routines so consider this a fairly basic, un-detailed guide. i might try to make a guide for any changes i make during the winter/as it gets colder if that would interest you angels? thank you for reading and have a great start to winter!

love, m.

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allywthsr · 1 year ago

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24hrs with Lando | (l.norris)

summary: you also follow Lando‘s daily routine in the new quadrant video

wordcount: 1.8k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of smut

notes: requested! Kinda rushed and don’t like it as much as I hoped I would :/

requests are closed!

When the doorbell rang, Lando jumped up from the couch and opened the door, today was going to be hard, but fun, you knew it. You followed Lando and welcomed Ethan and Morgan to your Monaco home, after a quick hug you also said hello to the camera, it wasn’t unusual for you to be in front of the camera, and being Lando Norris’ girlfriend comes with that. Because you were a fan favorite, they wanted you to join him for the next a day in the life video, and who were you to deny their wishes?

The day started with showing the boys and the crew around your apartment, Morgan breaking the case of Lando’s trophy and the next thing was breakfast.

The overnight oats weren’t on your normal breakfast schedule, you were more of a toast person, but for the sake of the video you ate it, making the same jokes as Ethan, saying you were full after a few bites. You stood next to Lando and offered him the rest of yours, he actually kind of liked what he was eating, and wasting food wasn’t good, so he happily ate the rest of yours.

“Yo mate, wanna eat mine too? I only spit slightly in it.“

“Nah, I’m good, I don’t care about Y/N’s spit, but I don’t want to eat yours.“

“I bet you don’t care about her spit, probably eating different things too.“

Lando laughed high-pitched and you blushed, thinking about this morning where he went down on you, making you moan and yanking on his hair until you two really had to get up.

The kitchen was filled with laughter and jokes until it was time for the workout, this was something you were used to, often joining Lando for a workout, but your own workout. You and Jon had created a workout specifically made for you, you weren’t training your neck, but a full-body workout was almost on the daily agenda.

You all went to the small home gym, and Lando looked for the resistance bands.

“They might be in our bedroom.“

“How’ve the workout bands made it to the bedroom?“, Ethan asked while Lando went and grabbed them off his bedside table, again, you blushed and turned around, so you faced the wall, laughing quietly. While the boys gasped you remembered the night before, you two forgot your handcuffs at the last hotel you were in and forgot to get new ones, so yesterday Lando wanted to tie your hands up, he couldn’t think of something else to use but the workout bands, quickly grabbing them from the gym and he could finally tie your hands to the headboard. Clearly forgetting to put them back in the morning.

When Lando came back and found the three of you giggling, well, Ethan and Morgan and you stood against the wall blushing, he knew what the topic was, a slight red tone covered his cheeks as well, he wasn’t ashamed of what people would think, but he knew his friends wouldn’t let him live that down easily.

“I’m not going to comment on that“, Lando grinned and put an arm around your shoulder while turning you back around.

The workout wasn’t as fun as the breakfast was, Lando showed the exercise before the three of you repeated it, and you did work out, but Lando’s workout was harder and with more weight than yours was, lets not even begin with the neck training, you saw Lando suffering every day, but doing it yourself was probably the hardest thing ever. You’ve tried it before, as a joke, Jon barely pulled on your neck, to not hurt it, but you almost cried when he did, and he barely used any weight.

You trusted Lando, and he knew to use barely any weight at all, he slightly pulled the thing on your head and you were already struggling to hold your head straight. With a pout, you looked at Lando and he knew that was your sign to stop, he removed the device from your head and kissed your forehead, to make up for causing you pain.

Morgan commented this with a quiet ‘Aww’, which you smiled away, you weren’t hiding the PDA in front of the camera, but you also didn’t shove it in anyone's face, which was why it always made you a little uncomfortable. You knew this would be all over Tumblr, TikTok, and Reddit when the video came out, you could already hear the comments, not that they would be bad, but the fangirls would freak out, good and bad.

The boys laughed while doing the neck workout, you also couldn’t keep your laugh in, it looked funny, but you weren’t better. The comments from the boys were the funniest too, especially when Ethan made that comment about being pulled by Lando into his crotch when Morgan said he would let go, you let out a laugh, “Y/N has let go before, I know that“, with a gasp, you hit him lightly on the shoulder.

When Lando did it, it was no surprise that he looked brilliant while doing it, you were used to pulling on the rope, Jon wasn’t always around and you tried it once, and weren’t too bad at it, so it was a normal thing for you. You had to almost put your whole body to work to challenge his neck, but you did it perfectly in his eyes.

Ethan and Morgan were surprised by how much power you could put in when doing that, Lando couldn’t be prouder of you, thanking you silently with a squeeze of his arms when you were done.

Next was the protein shake, this also wasn’t something new for you, Jon always provided a shake for you too, and you were happy that he included you like that, ordering you pre-made food when you tell him, you don’t have time to cook a meal.

After the shake, it was time for the cryotherapy, you’ve never done that before, and weren’t too opposed to trying it out either. You knew Lando wasn’t the biggest fan of it, and it wasn’t a normal coldness, it was fucking freezing. The cryotherapy wasn’t too far away from your apartment, so you walked there, getting some steps in and breathing some fresh air, everyone joked about it, but you knew they all would be shaking in a few minutes.

Because you didn’t want to stand there in your lingerie, you changed into a bathing suit and met with the guys in front of the door to the frozen hell, you were given gloves, masks, and the cute headbands, to keep the most important parts of the body somewhat warm. You did check out Lando in his boxers, and you loved the Calvin Kleins on him, the fabric did little to hide what he was trying to cover up, and that got you drooling, not only in your mouth, but you just hoped you couldn’t freeze from the inside.

Together with the boys you got in the cabin and looked at Lando with big eyes, you knew it would be cold, but you didn’t know it would be THAT cold.

When Lando said his mustache is frozen you couldn’t contain but make a little side comment: “Just shave it off then.“ He couldn’t believe you said that, he was proud of his beard and you knew it, you still needed to get used to it.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest to cover your hard nipples a little, right when you did, Lando mentioned how fragile his nipples felt, and the only thing you could do was nod. Yours hurt a lot, not only did they feel like they would fall off any second, but you felt serious pain in them. You prayed the three minutes would go over fast because you couldn’t stay in here longer, you tried to stay near Lando, to get some body heat off of him, but he was as cold as you were. He quickly knew what you were trying to do, so he pressed your chest to his’ and stroked your arms to create some warmth.

“It’s unfair, ginge, they have each other to keep warm, we need to cuddle too.“

Morgan pushed Ethan with a disgusted look away from him and they both laughed. When you pushed yourself away from Lando because it was time to leave, you accidentally touched his nipple, Lando commented: ”Ouch, Y/N, my nipple,“ which made you all burst out in laughter. You were extremely happy when you went through the door and finally felt the warmth of the room, it was way warmer than you thought before, thanks to the cold chamber.

Next was lunch, you were somewhat used to these meals, they weren’t a delicacy, but good enough to eat them, todays chicken teriyaki looked delicious, despite Morgan and Ethan saying otherwise. You and Lando dug into it, quietly rolling your eyes at the boys saying how disgusting it was, you‘d like to have a pizza now too, but that wasn’t on Lando’s meal plan, tho you might order some takeout later when you were sitting in front of the tv, but they didn’t need to know that. You chatted while eating and played some Jenga afterward, you were impressed at how high you were able to build the tower.

The last thing for the video was the simulator, which also wasn’t a new thing for you, especially at the beginning of your relationship, you often sat in the simulator and drove around the different tracks. It was a lot of giggles and snarky comments from Lando, but it was so much fun, you tried your best and almost ended up on top, but around the last corner you slipped off track and straight into the wall. But Lando kissed it better, the two boys made kissing sounds when he pressed some on your forehead, and you blushed again.

The rest of the day couldn’t be filmed because Lando had meetings with McLaren, and no one was allowed to be near him, in case someone could overhear some important things about the car and share it with the world. Lando trusted the boys, but it would be unfair for them to sit around in the flat and do nothing, so Lando send them on a helicopter ride.

In between meetings, Lando had his midday snacks, you stopped following his day because you had your own stuff to do, but after Lando finished all of his stuff, you two ordered some pizza to enjoy in front of the TV.

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pastel-charm-14 · 1 year ago

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ten habits you should start in 2024 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

daily gratitude practice: take a few moments each day to reflect on the things you're grateful for. whether it's the warmth of the sun on your face or the love of your friends and family, cultivating gratitude can enhance your overall well-being and perspective on life.

morning meditation: start your day with a few minutes of meditation to center yourself and set a positive tone for the day ahead. focus on your breath, let go of any tension or stress, and cultivate a sense of calm and presence.

regular exercise routine: prioritize movement and physical activity in your daily life. whether it's going for a walk, practicing yoga, or hitting the gym, find activities that you enjoy and make them a regular part of your routine to boost your energy levels and improve your health.

healthy eating habits: nourish your body with nutritious foods that fuel your body and mind. focus on incorporating more fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and lean proteins into your diet while limiting processed foods, sugar, and unhealthy fats.

daily hydration: drink plenty of water throughout the day to stay hydrated and support your overall health. aim to drink at least 8 glasses of water a day, and consider carrying a reusable water bottle with you to help track your intake.

mindful screen time: be mindful of your screen time and its impact on your mental well-being. set boundaries around how much time you spend on devices, and take regular breaks to disconnect and engage in activities that nourish your soul.

prioritize sleep: make sleep a priority by aiming for 7-9 hours of quality sleep each night. create a relaxing bedtime routine, optimize your sleep environment, and practice good sleep hygiene habits to ensure restful and rejuvenating sleep.

daily movement breaks: incorporate regular movement breaks into your day to break up long periods of sitting and keep your body active. set reminders to stretch, take short walks, or do a quick workout to boost circulation and reduce stiffness.

practice self-care: prioritize self-care activities that nurture your body, mind, and spirit. whether it's journaling, taking a bath, or spending time in nature, make time for activities that recharge your batteries and promote overall well-being.

mindful breathing: practice mindful breathing throughout the day to reduce stress and promote relaxation. take slow, deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth, focusing on the sensation of the breath entering and leaving your body.

incorporating these habits into your daily life can help you cultivate a healthier, happier, and more fulfilling year ahead. start small, be patient with yourself, and celebrate your progress along the way. here's to a year filled with growth, joy, and well-being! ✧.*

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almostempty · 4 months ago

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too good to be true

(frankie morales x f!reader) | wc: 10k | other fics | Ao3

summary: frankie, a regular at your coffee shop, is there for you when your boyfriend joel breaks up with you and disappears practically overnight. despite not knowing each other long, frankie just seems to be perfect for you and you fall hard and fast

song inspo: can’t take my eyes off of you

warnings/tags: explicit smut, dark!frankie, stalker!frankie, dubcon, lies, deceit, coffee shop au gone wrong, bad bf Joel, abandonment issues, anxiety, breakup grief, sex to avoid processing emotions (yay!), face fucking, masturbation, crying, love bombing (aka emotional abuse), frankie doesn’t have a job bc he nefariously acquired a large cash settlement from his return trip to the jungle– or maybe he has a military pension idk don’t ask questions, revenge porn, jealousy, delusional reader, no y/n, unprotected sex with no consequences bc it’s fiction so it’s free to imagine it raw; f!reader is able-bodied otherwise, no specific descriptions; likely many mistakes and i accept that

update: i gave this a re-read bc i wanted it to be fresh before i carry on with part 2, and was paralyzed by the typos (kill me). the story hasn’t changed, but i’ve done some heavy editing to hopefully improve some of the flow and impact in certain scenes (there’s probably still mistakes)

You don’t remember meeting Frankie for the first time—only the feeling. How he slipped into your mind before your alarm even rang. How you sprung out of bed in the dark, already thinking of him. You remember the heat that rushed to your cheeks when you caught yourself grinning and waving at him before he’d even made it across the cafe to the counter.

Once he started visiting your coffee shop, he quickly became your favorite regular. He had an enticing mix of confidence and calm. Always polite. Always kind. Once you learned his order–dark roast in a for-here mug–you’d have it poured just as he approached the register.

He’d thank you with his deep morning voice and a smile that made his eyes crinkle before he’d slink away to find a table. He came in at the same time every morning, a man of routine, right when your rush would hit. Everything demanded your immediate attention–the screaming steam wand, the line that formed at the register, the whirring coffee grinder. Frenzied as it was, you’d sink into your own routine. A flow state, slinging drinks and greeting regulars as they trickled in with their suits and shiny hair.

It made the shift pass quickly, but you never had a quiet moment to start a conversation with the one man you looked forward to seeing. It wasn’t too busy to sneak glances at him though. Sometimes, he’d scroll through his phone, and you’d steal a moment to take in his features—wondering what, exactly, people read in a cafe before sunrise. Other times it was like he knew you were looking, his eyes would flit up, matching your gaze before you could play it off.

You would’ve denied it at the time–but when he caught you watching, the way he smiled back, unafraid to hold eye contact–it gave you butterflies. You wouldn’t acknowledge the meaning in that or admit to the daydreams that he sparked. It wasn’t anything real! And besides, there was nothing to it. You weren’t single, or looking. He was just a good looking guy that seemed to have manners and a pleasant attitude.

And, for some reason, that was refreshing. It wasn’t like you had time to get to know him anyway. There was never time for more than a quick good morning, or have a good day when he’d leave his empty mug at the end of the counter.

Until it changed.

He started slipping in the front door in the quiet dark of the morning, while the espresso machines were still warming up and you were stocking the display with fresh pastries. You’d slide the mug toward him and he’d stay at the counter while you finished setting up. His curls were still damp from his post-workout shower and you’d let your eyes linger on his neck, his shoulders, his arms between tasks or his eyes, his nose, and his lips between questions.

The conversation between you flowed so easily you’d find yourself buzzing around the cafe before you’d even had a sip of your own coffee. He’d share as you worked, giving you plenty to absorb as you cleaned and prepped. You learned about when he moved to town, how he lives in another neighborhood but kept coming back for the coffee and the atmosphere.

You learned that he’s single. Ex-military.

You laughed, flashing him a grin. “That explains everything,” you quipped.

“Everything?” he asked.

“You know,” you waved your hand at him like it was obvious, but he waited patiently for an explanation. “The routine? Up to workout at the asscrack of dawn, getting your coffee before half the city gets up for work. The manners and the whole...” You trail off before completing the end of that sentence.

Frankie tilted his head, something playful and knowing in his eyes. “I’ll concede to most of that, but my mamá raised me to have manners long before the military.”

As the mornings passed you learned more. Not just from what he shared, but from your own observations. He remembers details. He asks follow-up questions on Monday mornings about the weekend plans you shared on Friday.

Did you and your boyfriend see that movie you were thinking about?

Did you get to sleep in like you’d hoped?

Did he take you to the farmer’s market?

Did he like the recipe you wanted to try out?

It was sweet.

And infuriating.

Your stomach twisted. A man you barely knew remembered your plans, your throwaway comments, your interests. He saw you. He wanted to know you. The realization sank like lead, heavy in your chest, lingering long after he left.

In your heart, you knew it wasn’t intentional, but it stung when he’d ask about your plans. Every time you had to come up with an excuse for why they never happened. Poking holes in your relationship. And shining a spotlight on the disappointments that you’d been trying to sweep under the rug.

You carried that discomfort around like a parasite. It ate at you while you poured lattes and cleaned the ice machine. It soured your mood as you ran errands and walked home. And finally, it spilled over into your relationship.

As ugly as it was, you almost appreciated Frankie for picking at the wounds—forcing you to finally confront the truth with your boyfriend. Joel had been drifting away and you were afraid to acknowledge it. As if saying it outloud would make it true. But it already was real. The closer you tried to get, the farther Joel would run—emotionally. Well, maybe in other ways too.

He was slowly disappearing. Staying late at work instead of coming to yours, cancelling on your weekend plans, always too tired to fuck, generally just a bad-tempered brick wall rather than a boyfriend. All things considered, you thought addressing him directly would be the final nail in the coffin—but it wasn’t.

After some long and serious conversations that left you both exhausted at work the next few days, you’d come up with some strategies to reconnect. He’d agreed with you, acknowledging his own avoidance, and claiming he wanted to make changes.

It was working, too. You scheduled date nights. You sent flirty texts during the day—even if neither of you had time to respond right away. You assured him you’d rather see him for only an hour between him getting home late and you having to go to bed early than not seeing him at all.

On those nights, when he had long days that made his whole body ache, you’d give him a back massage. Straddling his ass, rubbing down his shoulder blades, kneading circles with your thumbs, and savoring the view of his broad back and the heat of his body beneath you.

It was meditative. Your touch dissolved his tension and his presence soothed your anxieties. Sometimes the rhythm and pressure would elicit low groans of pleasure from Joel. Each time it would ladle heat in your core. You’d do everything to find out what sounds he’d make for you.

Some nights, you’d keep going until you lulled him to sleep. But on your favorite nights, he’d roll onto his back, keeping you on top, watching you ride him until you were both slick with sweat and in need of a shower.

It’s those tender moments that make it hurt so deep now. Like the pain seeped all the way to your bones, threaded through all your muscles, and numbed your nervous system.

It makes you nauseous. Cycling through rage, shame, and something bleak and endless.

To know after everything that Joel could throw you away like this. That he didn’t even care enough to have a face-to-face conversation about it with you. He couldn’t give you closure. Just leaving you a note. A piece of paper. Here’s your memo letting you know he no longer requires your services. Barely longer than a postcard. He realized he can’t do it anymore. He can’t be a part of your life. He can’t do just friends. He’s sorry.

Fucking coward.

The letter is flimsy in your hand as you scan the words for the thousandth time. You’ve got it down by heart at this point, you re-read it just to confirm that it’s real. That you aren’t insane–or at least that you didn’t make up the note—or the whole relationship.

With a deep sigh, you slip the folded paper back into your apron pocket. It fits neatly. Your token. A reminder that this hell is your reality.

The tiled floor is unforgiving as you trudge back toward the front counter, plastering on your best customer service smile.

And of course. It’s fucking Frankie.

The wrinkle between his brow deepens before he makes it to the register. Are you that easy to read? You’re never going to survive this shift. You turn away from him, pouring the coffee in a daze until it nearly overflows. You dump the mug out and get a whole new one, forcing yourself to stop the tap before it’s a burn hazard. With one more blink you pray you’ve mustered enough strength to survive this interaction without another breakdown.

“Hey,” Frankie starts softly, as if he might spook you. “You doing okay?” Stupid big brown eyes. Just like Joel’s. They make you weak. You can’t be weak. Pulling your shoulders back you search for a defensive–no, confident–stance.

“Why? Do I look like shit today?”

“No, never,” he tries to reassure you. Unfazed by your prickly questions.

You swallow down a grimace. He’s too kind to you. Too good.

“Sorry,” you correct yourself, pushing the mug toward him. “I just mean, I would be surprised. I feel like shit.” The words come out grumbly and you drag a hand over your face annoyed with yourself.

“I take it he’s still gone then?”

Your head feels heavy as you nod back in agreement. It’s too much to see the concern in his round eyes; you linger on his mouth instead. It feels like a safer place to stare. Until it shifts into a frown.

“You deserve better, you know.” His voice is quiet. A confession only meant for you and his coffee to hear.

“Sure,” you sigh. Maybe he’s right. You deserve someone that could look you in the eye when they break up with you. Who could explain with more than a few scribbled sentences why they’d block you and disappear like a fucking ghost. Everytime you run through it, the details feel colder and colder. Harsher and crueler. Maybe you never really knew Joel at all. Not if he could do this to you.

Your still swollen face burns when your eyes begin to well up again. Anger flashes in your eyes—you’re so sick of the emotional whiplash. The lights in the cafe blur. Your pulse pounds, erratic and sharp. Questions race through your mind.

Were there signs the whole time that you missed?

Was it something you did?

Will you ever know?

“Hey,” Frankie murmurs, “breathe.”

It’s soft, but the timbre of his voice draws your attention.

“Breathe,” you repeat.

He places a hand on his stomach, modeling deep, slow breaths. Willing away the sobs, you copy him with only a few shudders interrupting the rhythm. The fresh coffee wafts into your nose, earthy and rich. Frankie’s broad chest looks solid, expanding steadily like he’s some kind of breathing guru robot. The thought makes you laugh, but the laugh almost cracks into another sob when everything rushes back in at once.

“Fuck,” you curse at yourself. “I’m sorry, I must seem pathetic. Or crazy.” You suck in a shaky breath, trying not to have a complete breakdown in front of a customer.

Frankie doesn’t waver. He assures you that he doesn’t think you’re losing it and you believe him.

Somehow, you get through the rest of the morning. And the next. Day by day, you crawl through the week. Fighting everything inside of you that wants to scream and decay in bed for the rest of your life. By the end of the week, all you’ve got left to cling to is that it’s your last shift before the weekend. It’s all you’ve got to keep your feet moving and your fake chipper morning greetings.

There’s no way you could do this another day. Dragging yourself through the motions like an undead barista. It’s survival. On edge, fragile and raw. You can finish this shift and then you’re free to spend the weekend indulging in your worst ideas. Wallowing, ugly crying, binge eating, anything.

Everything nearly comes apart when Frankie shows up with flowers for you.

It’s too much. Too sweet. Why does he care?

Your brows furrow, unreasonably skeptical of a kind gesture. You start to process what he’s saying to you through the fog. He wanted you to have something to cheer you up over the weekend.

It’s thoughtful. It’s an overwhelming gesture.

He thinks of you? He worries about you?

Then a sick voice slithers into your mind. Frankie makes it seem so easy. To notice you. To care. To make your life better. He makes you wonder if you aren’t hard to love.

The realizations hit like falling dominos. Too fast to stop. Too late to change course.

Frankie notices the way your eyes shine, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. He apologizes, “If it’s too much, you don’t have to take them. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, and I definitely didn’t want to make you cry.”

The fear dies in your throat.

“They’re lovely, really.” Your eyes are round and wet as you blink sweetly at him. “Thank you.” You give him your warmest smile through your misty eyes.

You take the flowers home after your shift. They fit perfectly in the crystal vase that was collecting dust on your window sill.

You move them to the kitchen table where you can see them from your living room too.

And you stare at them all weekend.

Your favorite flowers. How did he know?

You stare and stare until they don’t look real anymore. And all you can think of is Frankie.

His reliable nature. His thoughtfulness. His kindness.

The qualities you thought you had found in Joel.

You let yourself embrace your agony for the weekend. Determined to make it through at least the first stage of grief. As if you can allot a number of hours to it and just check it off your list. Brute forcing yourself through the wreckage trying to re-emerge unscathed.

Your friends send texts checking in on you. Gratitude flickers in your chest but you don’t have the capacity to respond. To fake it or, worse, to be real. It feels wrong, but even though you can’t fathom the idea of talking to a friend, you’re drawn to the thought of Frankie. Knowing you’ll see him Monday morning. That he’ll check in, too.

And he does.

Dependable as ever, he shows up in the cover of darkness. You greet each other with raspy morning voices. The first words of the day, murmured just between you. It feels intimate. Special. Like something that belongs only to the two of you.

The thought sends warmth curling in your chest. You smile genuinely, for the first time in days.

You keep going to work.

Frankie keeps showing up.

The world keeps turning.

Soon you get to the point where you can fall asleep without having to exhaust yourself completely. Some mornings Frankie’s jokes make your ribs shake with laughter and some of the suffocating weight sloughs off of your chest. Rest begins to heal you. Frankie’s charm brightens your darkest days.

One afternoon, you’re dropping an armful of grocery bags onto the counter and your heart squeezes with an ache. The flowers Frankie gave you are starting to wilt. With one twitch of your hand and a shake of your head, you hesitate. You aren’t ready to toss them out. Convinced they’ve got another day in them, at least.

You sweep the fallen petals and pollen into your hand, then spin the vase to find the best angle left. The flowers may be fading, but Frankie’s presence has taken root in your mind and only grows stronger.

You lay in bed making mental notes. A joke about a show you both watch. A story from your walk home. A question you meant to ask but forgot—because you got distracted.

By things that shouldn’t be distracting. But are. The shape of his bottom lip. The curve where his neck meets his shoulder. The way his hands look wrapped around his coffee mug, fingers slow and steady, like he’s holding something delicate.

The way he smiles—wide enough to show his dimples—when you bicker over movies or the best takeout spot in town. You replay it. Again. And again.

You smile at your ceiling, telling yourself it’s harmless appreciation. Lying to yourself when you hope he finds his way into your dreams.

The next morning, your jaw drops–stunned. Fresh flowers. Frankie stands on the other side of the counter, holding them out like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

It’s as if he knew. Like he heard through the grapevine that you hesitated to throw the old ones out. That you weren’t ready to let them go. That you didn’t want to lose the evidence of what he gave you

You squint at him, making a playful accusation. “How did you know?”

“It’s been a week,” he shrugs. “Figured it was time to refresh.”

A week. It feels like it’s only been a day, and at the same time, it feels like a whole month has passed.

It helps.

The following week is much of the same. Morning chats with Frankie. Busy shifts with rushes and endless cleaning tasks. Running errands, trying to keep in touch with friends, trying to keep yourself too busy and distracted to fall back into the sharp pain of loss. Of coming home to an empty apartment. Of waking up alone. Of the way Joel erased himself so completely from your life, you have to find tangible reminders that he was ever real.

You stop hoping Joel will show up with an apology. Stop waiting for a text. He won’t even hear you out—won’t answer a single question. You let go of the idea that any of this was a mistake.

There’s still a hole rotting in your heart, but if you stay busy enough, you can ignore it. Mostly.

You stick to your plan, steadfast that time will heal your wounds. Days pass, and you find yourself once again asking Frankie what he has planned for the day. But this time, he hesitates.

Frankie tells you he’ll be out of town for a few days. You aren’t sure why, but it feels like he jammed his fingers into that hole in your heart when he tells you. Don’t abandon me. Please.

He must see right through you.

“Here,” he says, holding out his hand. “I know it’s only a few days, but I was thinking I don’t want to miss out on your remarkably accurate reality TV predictions. You take the napkin with his number written on it. How old-fashioned. It makes your heart flutter. “Keep me updated.”

You swallow the butterflies and turn the energy into a smirk. “You’re so going to regret this,” you tease.

You feel lit from within, glowing and floaty for the rest of your shift. Getting the hot regular’s number gives you a rush. It’s not like he asked you on a date or anything, but still, it feels good to have someone want to keep talking to you.

Until you clock out and immediately start spiraling. Should you text him now just to give him your number? Wish him a safe trip? Play it cool and wait until tomorrow morning? Or maybe he’s busy in the morning? Shit. You never even asked what his trip was for.

……

It’s early afternoon when Frankie’s phone buzzes. He smirks. Your shift must have just ended.

You: it’s me! You: figured it’s only fair you get my number now, too

Frankie: Hey you :)

You: hey :) You: i hope the trip goes well

Frankie: Thanks, it’ll be better now.

You: how come?

He thought it would take longer. Thought you’d make him wait. You’re already reaching for him.

Frankie: Well, I just got this pretty girl’s number. Now I’ve got her updates to look forward to.

He exhales, stretching out on his couch. Maybe he didn’t need the ruse at all. You don’t need the absence to suck you in any deeper; you’re already moving on. Good.

He scans the apartment—bare walls, empty space. He needs to fix that. Needs to make it a place you’ll want to stay.

He checks the notes hidden in his phone of places you shop, your favorite color, the way your apartment is decorated. He already knows what you want. What you need. With that thought, he drifts off, satisfied, into a long nap.

He doesn’t wake until his evening alarm goes off, checking his phone to see what reality show you’re going to be glued to tonight. MILF manor. Who comes up with these? He rolls his eyes, stretching, yawning, and traipsing across his apartment to find some cold pizza in the fridge.

Holding one slice between his teeth and the other in one hand, he debates whether he should take a drive through your neighborhood or stay in for the night. His phone buzzes again, and he figures it’s a sign. He drops his pants near the hallway and scarfs his cold dinner as he settles back in the living room, unmuting the show and opening your messages.

You’re funny.

Sending quick-witted observations and callbacks.

You force him to pay attention. You’re sharp. If he doesn’t watch, you’ll know. You always call him out for missing the nuance. You challenge that he could predict the next winner if he paid closer attention.

When you get frustrated with him and huff about how he missed something completely obvious, he memorizes your expressions. The fire in your eyes when you’re passionate. You feel so deeply and express your emotions so freely.

He likes that about you. Funny. Smart. Bold. Passionate. Sexy.

Perfect.

He lets his mind wander as he leans back. The room glows from the light of the TV, flashing brighter and dimmer. The look on your face when he said he’d be gone for a few days pops into his mind, how your eyes flashed wide and the soft pout that tugged at your bottom lip.

You need him. It’s so clear. And you’re so perfect.

The show is just noise. Static.

He closes out of your messages. Opening up his photos. Scrolling through pictures of you. Some from social media, and some taken while you were working and unaware.

Perfect.

His eyes fall shut as he tips his head back, relaxed and comfortable as he sinks deeper into the cushion.

“Perfect lips, perfect mouth,” he mutters to himself as he sets the phone aside altogether.

It’s a simple but effective scene that plays out in his mind. A go-to fantasy since the day he first laid eyes on you.

He wedges his boxers down just far enough to free his half-hard cock. He tries to start slow, with languid strokes as he imagines the heat of your mouth sucking him deeper. The sight of you looking up at him with your lips stretched around him.

“Just perfect,” he groans to himself. He can’t hold back his urgency at the thought of you, quickly amping up the speed of his wrist and the strength of his grip. It’s minutes, or maybe seconds before his muscles are tensing and jerking as he comes to the thought of you.

It eases the tension, but he still needs you. Soon.

……

The rest of your week passes quickly.

Your head is in the clouds over your new texting buddy. You check your phone on all your breaks but send yourself into another spiral, trying to work out the balance between enthusiastic but not needy. Responding quickly, but not being too much. You don’t want to come off as crazy.

It fully absorbs your attention. The excitement and the anxiety. The rush when you get a new message and the anguish over every word you type. Rereading your messages until you get a response. Worrying yourself over your silly jokes and banter. But when he responds, it’s addictive. You’re smitten when he matches your energy or sends a flirty quip.

It makes you smile so hard your cheeks burn. You get distracted taking orders. It’s all-consuming.

………

Frankie keeps tabs on you the rest of the week. When you walk home from work, when you run errands, when you’re out with your friends. He picks up things for his apartment while you’re at work. At night, he drives down your block. He watches you watching TV. Until dark, then you diligently shut your curtains just as the last dregs of the sunset disappear.

Tonight, he lingers, still parked across the street from your apartment building. He sends another text, and his eyes flick to your curtains like you might open them back up just for him. You’re such a good girl for that, though–not letting anyone else watch.

Frankie: I’m back tomorrow. You have weekend plans?

You: that’s great! no plans for me

Frankie: You want to watch tomorrow’s episode together?

You: that would be fun!

Frankie: Perfect :)

………

You don’t know why you offered to host. Your place is a mess. Since Joel left, you’ve been letting your depression piles calcify. You shove your laundry into the washer, toss your unopened mail into a drawer, and do your best to make it look like you’re a fully functioning adult.

Something about having Frankie over has you feeling pent up.

You’re nervous. Excited. And you’re still unregulated and exhausted from the emotional devastation of Joel disappearing on you. You’ve been letting yourself sink into the distraction of making a new friend. A hot, new friend. But as helpful as the distraction is, you still haven’t really processed the pain.

Maybe it’s too soon to let yourself think about Frankie all the time. Maybe you need to really feel your misery and figure out what you missed. What you did wrong. No, even your body rejects that idea, sending a shiver of anxiety through you.

Fuck it.

You’re both single adults. There’s no rulebook that says you can’t entertain a new crush. So what’s the harm? You’re hoping that seeing Frankie in person will help you get clarity on the flirty vibe of his texts. Are they truly flirty, or are you just delusional?

You do your best to find a casual “just watching trash TV” type of outfit after your everything shower. You bought enough snacks to feed a high school football team, you know, just in case. You flutter around your space, hastily cleaning anything else you can think of, worried about details that only an evil in-law would scrutinize you for.

Despite your frenzy and feeling on edge all afternoon, the concern all seems to vanish when Frankie shows up at your door. You welcome him in and swoon a little over the fresh flowers he brought you. You still have some nerves that don’t relent, but they’re the smiley, giggly, butterfly type of nerves now.

As you get settled, it all feels surprisingly easy.

You make each other laugh. You offer your insane spread of snacks, and he settles next to you on your sofa before the episode starts. He appreciates all of your commentary and banters with you over your strongest opinions. It feels surprisingly natural to be spending time together like this. Without an espresso machine between you.

You’re taken with his presence. He balances you. Even when he debates your controversial takes and unpopular opinions, he doesn’t get worked up like you.

His calm demeanor is grounding. His nearness and steadiness relaxes you.

The stress let down makes your head feel heavy, and without thinking, you rest your temple against Frankie’s shoulder with a deep sigh. It feels comforting until you realize how forward you’re being and snap your head back up.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you blurt out, scooting away. “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” he reassures you, voice soft and low.

He’s staring at you so intently. You feel the heat in your face, embarrassed at acting so comfortable with him and self-conscious under his gaze. You still don’t really know what he wants. And you don’t want to fuck anything up. But he doesn’t seem bothered. In fact, you swear his eyes drop to your mouth before they flick back up.

“More than okay,” he adds, and your stomach flips at his honesty. “Here,” he shifts and invites you to scoot under his arm. You get comfortable, resting your head on his chest.

You try to watch the TV, but you can feel Frankie watching you. It makes you restless and unable to think clearly. You peer up at him. It’s a charged look—maybe it was obvious all along, but you hadn’t felt confident enough to put the pieces together until now.

“What?” You whisper, unable to fight the smile pulling at your mouth.

“You look beautiful,” he murmurs.

Uh oh. Your breath hitches, and something in you cracks. A tear slips from the corner of your eye, and you try to hide it, whispering thanks into his chest and looking down.

“Hey,” he tilts your chin to look up at him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you choke out, trying to will away the emotions that bubble up inside of you. “That’s really sweet of you.” You steady your breathing, slower and deeper. What is wrong with you? You expected something flirty. You didn’t expect something so.. heartfelt?

You slow your breathing. Frankie’s scent—clean, warm, steadying—grounds you.

But why? How does just breathing against him make you feel safe?

You can’t even think about safety. You can’t count on anyone else. What if he leaves out of nowhere, too? Your thoughts pick up, racing. Falling deeper into your anxieties. You aren’t even on a date; you shouldn’t be worried about this guy abandoning you.

Your fears eat at you, worsening your fragile state. Your body shakes gently as you try to breathe through the anxiety.

Frankie runs his hand along your back. He’s so warm, solid, and strong.

You must seem insane, your emotional flooding has you drowning now. He just keeps murmuring at you about how you’re okay, and he pulls you into his arms to give you a firm hug, regulating you. Fixing you.

When you lean back to apologize for crying on him, he shakes his head in disagreement.

“Don’t apologize,” he says it like he means it, like he won’t be taking questions or arguments. You sniffle as you do your best to accept that. “You still look beautiful,” he says, pulling you back towards him.

It’s everything you didn’t know you needed to hear.

Your face nestles against his neck, warmth pooling in your chest. You shouldn’t—should you?—but the way he breathes, slow and steady, so sure of you, makes you crave something grounding. Something solid. A shiver trails down your spine, and before you can second-guess, you press your lips to his neck. Frankie hums, deep and approving, fingers curling against your back.

You do it again.

The exact spot you’ve been so distracted by on so many mornings. His skin is soft and warm; you can taste your tears, wet and salty on your lips. You do it again before you freeze. What are you doing?

Frankie’s hand slips up the back of your neck, cradling your head in his warm palm. It feels like encouragement. You test your theory, pressing another gentle kiss to his jaw where his scruffy beard tickles your nose.

The TV might still be on, but all you can hear is your breathing and his. The sound of your lips against his skin. And the low-pitched noise in Frankie’s throat that urges you on. Provoking a needful fire within you. Intense and frantic. You nip at his ear before stamping open-mouthed kisses back down his neck, pulling back only to breathe hot and humid against his skin.

You hesitate, a frenzied desire has you wanting to straddle his lap and take more and more, but something makes you pause. Frankie knows. He feels your weight shifting and makes the move for you, pulling you onto his lap.

“I know,” he says as his large hands wrap around both sides of your jaw. “Keep going.” The encouragement pours over you like warm honey. Face to face, you wrap your arms around his neck. The last thread of your doubt snaps and you close the gap. Pressing your lips together. Softly for a second, before your mouths are parting and your tongues and teeth work fervently to express your desire.

Then it becomes a desperate blur, your fingers curling into his hair, tugging until he’s groaning into your mouth. His hands slipping under your shirt, hot against your skin, snaking back down to knead the curve of your ass while you roll your hips, grinding into his lap in search of friction.

You feel him hardening beneath you and a molten hot thrill radiates between your legs. There’s a raw quality to your movements as you bite at his lip, scratch at his shoulders, and whine with a frustrated edge.

You’re taking out all your emotional distress on him. Or, rather, you’re begging him to erase it all, to bite back harder, to use force, to dominate. You keep trying to use your body instead of words. Just teeth, nails, and needy writhing. Anything sharp, forceful, rough. An offering.

Tears still roll down your cheeks, hot with anger, anguish, and everything you can’t name. You aren’t interested in exploring your emotions. You need something more visceral.

You sit back, hands shooting towards Frankie’s belt, chasing more, when he stops you in your tracks. His hand possessively grips below your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

Your cunt throbs at the look on his face. The soft, gentle Frankie is gone. His face is hard and dangerous as he studies you. For some reason that makes you want him even more.

His fingers dig into your cheek eliciting a sharp inhale from you, parting your lips into a small “o” shape, before he releases you. You know you’re a mess. Teary, panting, wild-eyed–but his lips curl into a sinful grin. Reflexively you tilt your pelvis, drawing the heat of your core along the ridge of his erection.

Your eyes flutter shut, chasing sensation—until Frankie’s chest shakes with a dark chuckle. Condescending. Your hips still. You blink at him. The air thickens. The rest of the room fades. Your thighs tense.

“Keep going.”

It’s a demand this time, not an affirmation or encourager. His sinister smirk is gone, replaced by a frighteningly blank stare. His carnivorous eyes drop, watching your fingers as you work open his belt and jeans.

Shit. You can tell he’s big as you trace your fingers along his cock, over his boxers, savoring the heat in your palm. The damp fabric at the tip pleases you, and you peel the waistband down to reveal the glorious vision that has you wetting your lips.

“Shit,” you repeat out loud this time. A primal, hungry need possesses you as you admire his cock. The glistening head, thick shaft, and dark patch of curls at the base. Just the sight of him is intoxicatingly masculine and dominant.

You need him in your mouth.

You slink off his lap, sinking to your knees between his legs. Excitement flutters in your pussy and you feel like you’ve fallen into a trance. Your body moves faster than your mind, tugging at his jeans as he repositions at the edge of the couch.

“I know,” he mutters under his breath as you wrap your hand around the smooth skin. “I know what you need,” he continues. You can only hum in response. Preoccupied by the slip of your thumb dragging a trail of precome down along the underside of his cock.

He cups the back of your head, urging you to his tip with a commanding growl. You want to pout for not getting the chance to tease and savor the moment, but you don’t have the time when he slides past your lips and hits the back of your throat.

You choke, sputtering around him and pulling back. His hand encourages you to try again and you’re eager to take it like he gives it. Refocusing on controlling your breath, you look up to see the fierceness in his eyes on his otherwise blank face. A confusing mix of warning and excitement stirs in your core, making you squirm on your knees.

The discomfort makes something flicker across his face.

You try again, determined, like you’ve got something to prove. You pull his other hand to your cheek. Please lead. You catch the start of a smirk on his face before he’s guiding you once again. It makes your mind blank; all you can do is breathe and focus on relaxing your muscles. It’s a welcome release from stress. Grounding you in the present. You can only think as fast as he can glide along your tongue.

As you build a rhythm, he verges on brutal, but when you’re rewarded with the delicious sound of Frankie groaning because of you the intensity means nothing. Your eyes water as you refuse to gag out of sheer willpower. His thumb smears your tears across your cheekbone, and he pulls you off of his cock.

He takes in your swollen lips, ragged breathing, and wet lashes like he’s committing the details to memory as you catch your breath, before he’s tapping at your cheek. You open wide for him and he rests the head of his cock on your tongue, shallowly tipping you back and forth.

Your jaw could be aching or your knees may be digging into the rug, but it doesn’t matter to you. It’s much easier to meditate on the weight of his length slipping along your wet tongue. Centering yourself on that thought, your eyes flutter shut.

You wonder if this side of Frankie has always been lurking beneath the surface. Chillingly collected, but with something viscous bleeding into the edges. You wonder if maybe you’ve called to this part of him with the mayhem of your state of mind.

“Yeah,” Frankie rasps in his gravelly tone causing you to blink back up at him. You wonder if he can read your mind; if he was answering you. The hint of a smile remains on the corner of his lips when you look up, “Making you feel better already.” He’s presumptive but accurate.

You give a muffled affirmation that vibrates in your throat as he slides past your lips and you take him deep as he can be. All your senses are filled with Frankie when you inhale, when you swallow, when you blink. You give, pliant for him, trusting him with the control. You don’t care how obscene you look, tears rolling down your cheeks. You just want to hear what other sounds he might make for you. His thumb drags over your cheek again, wiping away the wet streaks.

“This is the only reason you ever cry for me.” Frankie’s voice is dripping with affection. And possession.

It makes everything foggy. The sentiment, the delivery, the authority. He doesn’t let you dwell on the unspoken commitment in his statement. Doesn’t give you the time to question him or spiral inward.

Your head swims until he pulls you up, strips you, and settles you back onto his lap. Some action movie autoplayed after your episode ended. The crashing and explosions of the chase scene in the background don’t ruin the moment, in a twisted way it’s almost a fitting soundtrack for the two of you.

You pull his shirt over his head, and time slows. The heat between you is nothing compared to his gaze. His grip on your hips is firm, guiding you closer. Dizzying.

You go entirely mindless when the head of his cock nudges your clit, gasping as it slides along your wet seam. It brings everything into focus. Greedily you reach between your bodies to guide him directly to your deplorably empty cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” your word turns to a groan as he breaches your entrance, and you tense at the stretch, holding still.

“Keep going,” he orders lowly, and you inch down until he impatiently takes control, slamming you down until you meet his hips. Your mouth hangs open at his move and the immediate fullness. His hardened look softens as your walls ripple and flex, adjusting to his size.

At least until you start moving, grinding against him, slowly at first. Then the sharp sternness returns. You’re unaware, chasing the friction as your clit rubs against the dark hair surrounding the base of his cock.

“Knew you’d be perfect,” he says it more like an I told you so to himself than praise for you, but the words affect you just the same. Your chest rises, swelling with pride, and you chase his approval instead of your pleasure.

You ride him until your thighs burn. His hands are everywhere. Rolling your nipples between his fingers, squeezing all of your soft curves, spreading your legs wider to watch where he disappears inside of you. You bounce eagerly for him, spine arching to draw his eyes to the way your tits ripple from the force of your body colliding into his.

You whine in disapproval when he interrupts you, pulling you flush against his chest, grazing his teeth along your neck. “Give it to me,” Frankie demands, his voice rough and raw, breath hot along your sweat-damp skin.

He runs his hand down your body, thumb circling your clit, adding the pressure you need. You edge closer and closer, body taut with anticipation. “Come for me,” he commands. It’s his authority, his gravelly voice rolling through you, that launches you into a shuddering release.

Frankie continues talking while you’re disoriented by the overwhelming pleasure. “For me,” he grunts through clenched teeth as your pussy contracts around him. “I know that’s what you need.” You can only moan as you cling to his broad shoulders. “Only me.”

You figure he’s just rambling until he grabs you by the jaw again, demanding you respond. Demanding you repeat it for him. And you do. With glassy eyes and you mutter his words back to him. Declaring you only come for him. That you need him.

Your words unlock something within Frankie. “Good,” he approves. “Good girl.” He praises you gruffly as he holds you steady, pounding into you with an untamed strength. You’re floating, starry-eyed and soft headed at his praise. Murmuring sentence fragments and his name, conjuring throaty grunts from Frankie until he stills, coming deep inside of you. “Only me,” he echoes and you confirm.

“Only you.”

In your unguarded state, it’s a welcome commitment. Maybe you haven’t had any real dates yet, but he knows you. He wants you. He tells you he wants to take care of you, and that feels fucking good.

You collapse against his chest, matching his breathing. The movie playing behind you reaches a tragic twist, setting the third act in motion and solidifying the protagonist's dark path. You run your tongue along the column of Frankie’s throat as the score of the film hangs unresolved on a dissonant chord. He pulls you to his lips, kissing you possessively and captivating you.

Your bodies flow, connected and attuned. In his lap, in his arms, with his tongue slipping between your lips, you feel wanted. Assured. Content to accept that he knows what you need.

And he’s unrelenting. Determined to prove it to you. Again and again.

All night. On the couch, in the shower, in your bed.

Until the night bleeds into the morning and he doesn’t disappear.

You take turns waking and watching one another sleep. Reassuring yourselves this is real.

Until the sun heats your room and you find yourself curled into his broad frame. His chest to your back as he draws his fingers down the dip and swell of your waist and hip.

“Did you mean it?” you ask, in a strikingly solemn tone for the soft setting. Breath shallow as you stare off toward the window. Not ready to turn and face him in the daylight.

“Every word.” He punctuates his affirmation with a tender kiss behind your ear. His reassurance satisfies you; warmth blooms from your chest spreading to your fingers and toes.

You spend a lazy Sunday together. Eating, laughing, fucking, and gazing at each other like lovesick teenagers. It’s too sweet to end. Instead, you become inseparable, taking turns staying at each other’s places until you have to go back.

The world feels bright again. Lighter.

He’s paid such close attention. Almost suspiciously perfect. Your favorite takeout. Your favorite movies. Fresh flowers, always.

Somehow, you can never get enough of him. You think about him all day at work, even though he still visits you every morning like clockwork. Your heart swells when he meets you at the end of your shift to walk you home.

You find yourself canceling your happy hour dates with friends to stay in with Frankie instead. Postponing and rescheduling, you’ll see them soon. It’s like there aren’t enough minutes in the day to get your fill of Frankie.

You need him constantly—his mouth, his hands, his cock, anywhere, everywhere. You’re never too much. He always wants more. It's a mutual obsession. The two of you feed off each other, dark and insatiable. He frees the parts of you you’ve never let loose. Takes what he wants. Gives you what you need.

With your head in the clouds, all you can see is how much he cares about you. He texts you whenever you’re apart, picks you up after your shifts, shows you off to his friends.

You barely have to do anything for yourself. He’s always thinking of you, predicting your needs before know them yourself. He picks up your mail for you, runs errands before you get home, and stocks his apartment with all of the products you use and love so you don’t have to go home for days at a time.

Things are so good that it’s rare when something goes wrong.

But when it does, it really fucking hurts.

When you get into an argument, a real one, he doesn’t fight with you. He leaves, swiftly and without another word. He doesn’t respond to your texts or calls. It feels like you’ve been torn in half; you sob and shake alone in your bed until your alarm blares and your headache throbs.

He doesn’t respond the following day, doesn’t come in for coffee, and doesn’t show any signs of existing. You move through your shift like a hollow corpse haunting the cafe. Time drags agonizingly slowly.

Every time the door opens your eyes snap towards the entrance, hoping to see the familiar curls and broad shoulders, but it’s not him. You restart your phone just on the odd chance there’s something wrong with it. He wouldn’t abandon you. He knows that would destroy you.

The void in your chest is cold and dark. Anger simmers somewhere inside of it, but it’s not strong enough to set you off. When Frankie shows up at the end of your shift, the anger is snuffed out completely. His presence immediately erases your heartbreak, and suddenly you’re apologizing before he even gets a word out.

You have to. He has to know you wouldn’t do anything to make him leave. He can’t. He’s calm, accepting your apology and taking you home where he erases your pain. With his hands, and mouth, and cock. Until you forget what the argument was ever about, and what it felt like to watch him walk away. Until it’s back to normal.

Every day you rely on him more and more; you can’t breathe without him. But when he’s with you, everything feels easy. Right.

Not many things can throw the two of you off. Your friends seem happy enough for you, despite their questions and insistence that you come out with them more often. You get along well with Frankie’s friends. They’re quick witted and welcome you genuinely.

They treat you like family, but it doesn’t stop Frankie’s jealousy from flaring up. If Benny smiles at you for too long or if you rest a hand on Will’s bicep when you laugh it only takes minutes before Frankie’s fingers dig into your arm and he whisks you away.

It gives you a perverse thrill every time.

When he folds you over the bathroom counter at his friend’s house. Demanding you watch in the mirror as he reminds you with a fierce snarl and devastating thrusts that you’re his. When you can still hear his friends horsing around outside, but he pounds into you with such force, you can’t quiet yourself. He slaps a hand around your mouth to silence you, growling into your ear that you’ll take it quietly, like a good girl.

Sometimes you aren’t even sure what triggers him.

Like when he fucks you against the side of his SUV in the parking lot of the trendy bar Benny had invited you both to. All you can piece together is Frankie muttering something about your dress as he yanks the top of it down letting your tits spill into the cool night air. He’s reckless and animalistic, claiming you roughly under the stars and streetlights before you can even get into the car let alone through your front door.

…..

Tonight, you both know exactly what got under his skin. Maybe not the why of it all, but he’s sure you know how he feels, and he wants to hear you say it.

It started this afternoon. He picked you up from work, like usual, and you chatted in the car as he drove to the grocery store. You sighed, tiredly as you recounted an exchange with a rude customer. Frankie pulled your hand toward his mouth kissing the delicate skin on your inner wrist.

Predictably, you light up. Like a flower turning toward the sun. Knowing your buttons doesn’t dull the intoxicating effect you have on him, though. He loves how easily you brighten for him, how it only deepens his conviction. That he is exactly where he should be. That everything he does for you is right. That he knows exactly what you need.

You led him through the aisles, chatting, doubling back for something you forgot. You darted ahead, laughing—

Frankie stopped in his tracks.

Your laughter is cut off.

“What the fuck?” Your voice was quiet, disbelieving.

Joel. Walking past you, bouquet of flowers in hand. He didn’t even look at you.

You called his name, again. Louder. He didn’t even flinch. Didn’t turn. Just kept walking, bouquet in hand, like you never existed.

Frankie grips your wrist, watching your face as emotions flicker—shock, confusion, something darker. He doesn’t give you time to process.

“We’re going,” he says.

“I didn’t know he even lived here still,” you remarked.

He doesn’t. The possessive fire tore through Frankie’s veins. “We’re. Leaving.” he commanded in a low tone that made your eyes flare wide.

“What?”

“Now.”

“We can’t ditch our groceries.”

“Nobody’s gonna stop us, baby.” He argued, as he all but carried you out the door, ushering you in a blur to his car and all the way home.

Frankie moved swiftly and silently. Wholly consumed by the need to feel you writhing underneath him and crying out his name. He needed it so viscerally, he didn’t even have time to process how he was going to deal with Joel.

Until you’re breathless and shuddering beneath him. Repeating everything he wants to hear.

“Only for you,” you repeat as you rake your nails down his shoulder blades and the plane of his back.

“Again,” he demands. You don’t know if he wants you to keep talking or to come again, but both are inevitable at this point.

“I’m yours,” you pant, wrapping your legs around him as if you could pull him any deeper inside of you. He shifts slightly, angling your hips and your cunt clenches around him pulling him devastatingly close to the edge as you moan his name.

He stills and you whine in protest as Frankie stretches past you to pick his phone up off the bedside table. “Keep going,” he orders as he points the lens at you. He needs you to say it again. He adjusts to resume his pace, snapping his hips into causing your lips to part with another moan.

“I’m yours,” you repeat, “all yours.” He gives you a dark smile as he records you. Capturing all the lewd, wet sounds as he drives his cock into you, the euphoric smile that spreads on your face, and the words you know he always wants to hear.

“Mine,” he agrees.

……

You don’t see Joel again. And you don’t have time to dwell on the encounter anyway. Frankie keeps you busy and satisfied, and even surprises you by asking you to move in with him officially. Maybe it feels soon, but you spend nearly every day together anyway and the idea delights you.

It’s an easy transition. You downsize some of your duplicate appliances, joking with him about how he must have great taste for having so many of the same products. He admits that you inspired a few of his purchases.

You settle into a routine quickly, not much changes.

Some mornings, before sunrise, as you slip out of bed for your shift, you wonder if any of this is real. If someone can really care about you this deeply. But by the time you’re showered and dressed, Frankie’s lips are on yours. Sleepy. Warm. Familiar. By the time you’re in the car, you forget the question entirely.

You let your gaze linger this morning. Trailing along his profile as he drives, admiring all the details that you used to wonder about from the other side of the counter. His neck, those arms, his hands, those lips. They’re illuminated in flashes as you pass under the streetlights.

You catch the twitch at the corner of his mouth. He always knows when you’re looking. He rests a hand just above your knee. He always knows what you need.

An idea takes root, and you do everything not to smile and give yourself away. It’ll take a few days to organize. He’s almost impossible to surprise.

……

By the end of the week, Frankie’s on autopilot. Kicking off his shoes and pulling his sweaty shirt over his head before he lopes towards the ensuite for a shower. He only makes it a few strides before he’s on edge, noticing the lights he didn’t remember leaving on. He hears your voice. Relief and confusion twist together in his chest. How did you get back here before him?

Walking into the bedroom you are a sexy surprise wrapped in red lingerie he’s never seen you wear before, but something is wrong. Your shoulders are curled inward, your cheeks are wet, and you’re hastily tying up your matching red satin robe.

He scans the room, swallowing thickly when he notices the open closet door and the missing box on the shelf.

He calls your name softly.

“What the fuck is this, Frankie?” your voice shakes. Wavering between fear and anger.

You hold up his phone. Well, his other phone. Shit.

…..

“Answer me,” you beg. Desperate to understand how you went looking for the box with fuzzy handcuffs and instead found a phone with a new message from a number you still recognized.

Your heart is pounding in your chest and when he takes you into his arms you flinch. You want to shove him off of you. Despite your hostility, your body is still drawn to his. He always knows what you need. In his arms your heart feels tethered to his, like they could merge through the proximity of your rib cages. Like they beat for each other.

“You trust me, right?” he asks.

“Explain, please,” is all you can whisper.

“It was to keep you safe,” he starts.

“From what?”

“To protect you. Joel wasn’t good for you. He couldn’t take care of you. Not the way you deserve.”

“How would you know?” it’s still not making sense to you.

“You told me.” He’s so self-assured. Like, he’s always right. Like, he can’t even imagine why you’d be upset right now. “I did it for you,” he adds.

“Did what?” you need him to say it out loud. You need him to fix this.

“I know you thought Joel was trying, but he was only going to drag it out. Disappoint you over and over. Can you imagine what it would’ve been like for me? Having to watch you go through that?”

You don’t answer.

“I couldn’t watch. I made him an offer, but he’s a stubborn man.”

You snort quietly at that understatement. Nobody tells Joel what to do.

“I just had to find the right leverage.”

Frankie holds you so tight, you can’t wriggle around to look him in the eyes.

“He couldn’t give you what you need, not like I can. I know what you need. And, think of how fast you got over him anyway. You were mine all along.”

You’re lightheaded. From the shock of finding the evidence. From his words. From the way you believe him. You want to sit down. You tap at his arms insistently, begging against his chest, but he keeps talking. His deep voice rumbling in your ears.

“You wouldn’t have understood it then. I had to keep it from you to protect you. So we could have this. What we have now.”

He’s not listening to you. Not letting you go. You snap.

“Let go of me!”

“You have to understand first.”

“I’ll listen,” you plead. “Just let me breathe.” He lets you step back, but doesn’t release you from his grip. His hands are glued to your arms. He waits, steady and chillingly calm.

The pieces slam into place. The unanswered questions. The way Joel vanished. Oh, God.

“I thought he just left,” you whisper to yourself.

“He did,” Frankie argues.

“I thought he didn’t want me,” you continue.

“He didn’t. Not the way that I want you.”

Something cold trickles down your spine and you look at Frankie. For a moment he’s a complete stranger. Your stomach sinks and your vision spins. Slamming your eyes shut, you filter through your racing thoughts.

It wasn’t fate that led you into Frankie’s arms.

You wound up crying on his cock by design, trying to fuck away the pain of a heartbreak that wasn’t even real. You’ve fallen into a whole new life, while the man you had loved may have never stopped loving you back?

“You blackmailed Joel Miller?”

“Technically, it’s extortion.”

Your hands tremble as you grip the phone. The air feels thinner, your chest too tight. The numbers on the screen blur, but you still recognize them.

The texts. The sent video.

The video.

Your stomach lurches. Your mouth opens, but no words come out. Frankie watches you, patient, expectant. Like he’s just waiting for you to catch up.

It’s all there on the surface. Exposed between the two of you. Who Frankie really is. Cunning and competent. Devoted and dangerous. Possessive and powerful.

“It worked, until he came to town for someone’s engagement party.”

“When we saw him at the store?”

Frankie nods.

“And then you sent him the video we made that day.” The words fall from your lips as the reality sinks in.

“Hearing it from you seemed to do the trick. He knows you’re mine and you only want me.”

Frankie gives you time to study him. Absorbing the information. The gleam in his dark eyes. The same eyes from when he would visit you at work. Just as fierce and just as earnest.

You’ve always known him for his true self. He’s been yours since he first laid eyes on you. And he knew you needed him.

“And you did it… for us.”

“For you.”

You can see it plainly on his face. He’d do it again and again to have you. Because you’re his. It’s all you ever wanted. It has to be wrong, but it’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done for you.

You push him onto the bed, straddling him without a second thought. Instinct. Need. He’s already hard beneath you.

"You’re sick," you whisper, breath hot against his skin.

Frankie grins. "You make me fucking crazy."

Your mouths collide, hungry, desperate, perfect.

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