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It is six in the morning over there! On a weekend! Wyd đđ¤ď¸đĽ
Yes it is 𤣠way too early if you ask me... I'm going to work cause even breathing is expensive now. But I just took a pretty sunrise picture heheh I'll post it a bit later
#there are 2 ways to get me wake up early#one is money and the other one is travel to do something fun#otherwise dont expect any activity from me before 11am#ill post the pic later cause i just got to work#ask the brain
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IM FREE RAAAHHHH
#sophie's idle chatter#also??? how tf did i get 2% similarity??? i thought i wouldve had a higher plagiarism match bc its just a research summary so im repeating#a lot of the stuff there.... man... i have a way with wordsâ#anyway um haha ignore the very early hours of the day :D#im gonna sleep now but will be back on my reca crying hours when i wake up later <33#mwah mwah gn everyone i hope u dont procrastinate on ur stuff like me bc it is hell on earth hahahaha <333
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curled up by the fire, tail waggin
#long day puppies in my phone long day#so so tired i dont have class tmr cos lecture not there so i get to sleep in yay but i wake up early anyways woah just dont Have to be up#going to try meet a friend because i feel like i havent seen anyon outside of college in months even tho its been 2 weeks#this old friend if mine kinda lowkey ditched me when he got a bucnh of new friends like 2 yesrs ago and hes been reaching out a lot to try#hangout and like hm im hurt abiut how he dropped me and he like genrally wasnt a great friend anyways:/ but i feel bad being kike i cant#hang but i also amnt even lyin genuinely cant hang i havent seen my best friend in so long i only see college and my home and therapist once#but also like ugh i dont like this guy i need him to not be beggin me to hang he could be reslly mean like too often but he was nice ..ugh#i wish there was a chill bot harsh way to cut domeone out like i dont hate u i just dont love u soz#and i love my friends so so deeply like i only have time for my besties who i would est whole if i could pike the way people talk about#their blorbo from my shows is how i feel talking about my friends like i want to squish them and poke em n kiss em their my little loves#so if i dont even like someone idk like i dont have time for people j dont love or who dont give a shit about me#hashtag being autistic and my 3 close friends are all also auttistic genuinly the 3 of them got diagnosed in the past 4 yesrs..dominos#i miss my friends wailing college too busy i miss my babies#n i feel really bad for not wanting to hang with this guy who litersllybdidnt care if i lived or died like a year ago#but now is all about me strangely#anyways hm will possible rant more ive had such a long day and nowmim currles on pillows in a bjg hoodie and its so good
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on my hands and knees begging for my body to let me sleep. please. please. just let me fucking sleep what do you WANT FROM ME.
#đŞ.text#i woke up. at 2 a-fucking-m#and i am not confident that i ever fell back asleep.#i have been waking up at 4-5 am almost every day for the past week.#why.#and for reference i am going to sleep at around 10-10:30.#which is. yes. very early. believe me i'd be staying up later if i could#if i had the energy#AND IF I COULD DO SO WITHOUT SACRIFICING FUCKING SLEEP#but clearly i can't fucking do that!!!!#even 10 isn't fucking early enough with how my body's been!!!#literally the only thing i can think of is around the same time this started is the same time i started going off one of my meds#so MAYBE it's related??? i don't know.#or it could be i'm just getting too hot. because i have woken up really sweaty every time.#but this time i tried using a lighter blanket (aka a sheet) and it was fucking worse!!!#and i was even hotter!#so i don't know what the fuck i'm supposed to do!!#because there's nothing i can do about the temp of the house because my mom will not allow it to go below 73#and she's still turning the heat on at night#i guess i've never actually asked if we can drop the temp at night#but i just figure the answer will be no so.#maybe i'll just try to cover my vent at night#because it's just been way too warm for the heat to be on#ugh.#anyway lol.#i am. so tired.
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GODS i just had the most stressful dream
#so for reference I have something on today that Iâm v excited for#anyway jt started w me waking up very early and deciding to laze around for a bit#but by the time I checked the time again hours had passed and I was already late#and when I tried to get ready everything was in the wrong place and I couldnât hold it all#when I FINALLY got in my car and onto the road I got to this turn#where one way was empty but the other was backed up as far as I could see#at first I thought I was going the empty route but when I checked the directions I was actually going the busy route#so I tried to message someone saying Iâd be running late#but the voice to text wasnât working and would not let me change the message#PLUS when I looked down at my phone I saw that another 2 hours had passed since I got in the car#just. ough#aegis talks to the void
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I canât wait to start estie school wha
#Iâll have to learn how to do all sorts of shit but working alongside them while I was at the spa made me super interested#the only thing is that the estheticians werenât getting booked as much as the nail techs and massage therapists (only busy on the weekends)#while theyâd come in for one client or 2 on other days and would be pissed off because the client wanted like a brow wax instead of a#facial (waxes are like nothing on a check)#while the nail techs and therapists (especially the lmtâs) were making way more because of course#most ppl would rather get a massage or their nails done or whatever over a facial depending#I also learned that a lot of ppl tend to get facials early in the morning because they didnât want to wash their face after waking upđżâŚâŚ#(white clients) and of course theyâre dirty as hell as always#whatâs the pointâŚ#well anyway#I feel like Iâd make more money working at a place that specializes in things specially estie centric#because otherwise Iâd be waiting around for a client without getting booked at at a spa that does everything#I was just doing maintenance by my checks were always way more than the esties đżâŚ they shit would be like $500 and Iâd feel so bad#but at the spa the work was commissioned based so they literally would come in and sit around for hours for one client and not be getting#paid#this was for the therapists and nail techs as well but they could get some hourly pay by working with my department/ helping out when theyâd#have downtime#but tbh#that was so shitty like you have to do Manuel hard labor shit just to get a couple of extra bucks on your check because of the managers#being unprofessional and changing the books around because of favoritism and shit#so annoying#well anyway I still want to get my#esthetician license and prob get certified in a couple of other things as well like tattoo removal and other stuff#Iâd have to learn how to wax and so on (I donât care to do makeup I donât even do my own)#rambling#the only ppl who were making hourly were the concierges and my department and it wasnât even that much but I liked my job anyway only be of#my coworkers. the managers and annoying entitled clients always kind of ruined the atmosphere though and everyone would always be so#stressed out and pissed off despite us all working in a spa like this is a place for relaxation but I guess that never applied to the#workers being treated like trash#just as long as we catered to the annoying white ppl coming in and spending a couple of racks
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Man this day sucked balls
#i had to get up at 5:45am#that was the first worst sign#it was well until i went home for my zoom lesson#since i was like the main coordinator for one big event which had multiple small events#my boss called me and was like hey where is the portable ultrasound for the event#and she found it but the charger was missing#so i asked people responsible for the smaller events who used that ultrasound if they know anything and they were like nope#and one even managed to throw shade on me bc it has been like 2 weeks since the event#after my zoom lesson i cried abt that stupid charger#but i was like hold up i have 20 minutes only to cry bc i have my next lesson in person and i have to go#and then i went and i managed to forget abt that stupid lost charger#and i was like yay i will learn python#and then i did learn the basics and then it started to get complicated and i was lost and then our task was like#hell#and then i tried to make something at least of my task. to like define functions and stuff#and it wasnt possible#and then our teacher kind of wrote the script for the 1st part of the assignment#and i was like okay#and i tried it and the int thing didnt work it was like no you cant put it there where your teacher put it#and i was like fuck then#i just learned how to write a if else and now i have to make two different triangle area scripts baded on input and so that it would work#for non existing triangles#and like what does it mean a triangle with 4 3 and 9 as edge lengths#what do you want from me? an error output? triangle does not exist? what?#either way im fucked#i have to wake up just as early tomorrow#and i have to do a lecture for schoolkids on saturday and my ppt is not finished#and its not like ill have time tomorrow bc i work from 7am to 9pm bc im maybe a masochist#which means even less sleep#i think i have so much going on i want to just. scream.
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read everything i know about love it and kinda put me in a lil depressive mood lol ??
#heard SUUUUCH good things about it but the first half of the book was so annoying sorry ?? the entitlement the privilege god it was insane#reading about her early twenties was so.... ill never live the life of a privileged white girl who thinks she's the center of the universe#and i dont WANT to but there was something about the way she just DID things made mistakes messed up did whatever the hell she wanted to#that made me feel so weird ?? idk i dont want her particular experiences i know for a fact i wouldnt enjoy any of that#but as i read through the book and got to the therapy chapters and the maturing chapters in her later twenties i was like...thats me Now#thats been me since i was 16 maybe?? which is fine ig its good to be mature or like not a Mess#but i just . i feel like i wasted my teens or i didnt like rame advantage of being a kid or even now im 22 and i ???? idk#i leave the the house like once in two weeks i have 2 friends i see barely even once a month#im too scared to drive i dont have a job it just SOOOO SICKENING#maybe it was covid and never having that in person uni experience maybe its just my own mental illness#reading the book kinda made me wish i got more out of those years i wish i had the chance to be carefree and do whatever the hell i wanted#<- WHICH OBVIOUSLY is something not everyone gets to do anyway i could feel the privilege dripping from those pages but still idk#generally feel like ive been sorta wasting away for at least a year now and reading the book just made me overthink it maybe#part of me is like well i just turned 22 maybe i have time but its like ?? i personally cant just wake up one day and decide to do whatever#ive got too much anxiety for that lol#h talks
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day 29, somnophilia
mike schmidt x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, free use (kinda), semi-established relationship, neighbor!reader, part 2, part 3 kinktober â ď¸ď¸ main masterlist â ď¸ď¸ read on ao3
You and Mike came to a relatively simple agreement. Youâd watch Abby while he worked nights and heâd repay you by fucking your brains out. He was hot and good in bed, plus Abby spent most of her time in her room. So, you didnât mind your arrangement much.Â
That was until Mike got so busy you hardly saw him enough to receive your payment.
âYou know,â you said as you took a seat at your usual spot on his couch, âyou still owe me from last week.âÂ
He sighed and leaned over you, placing a hand on each side of the back cushion, trapping you.Â
He pressed a kiss to your lips, âI know. Iâll make it up to you. Promise.âÂ
You grinned, âIâll leave the light on for you.âÂ
Mike surprised you that night when he came home late that night, and you had curled yourself up in his bed, fast asleep. You awoke with Mike pressing heated kisses along your neck and his hand between your thighs. He pressed his free hand against your mouth, muffling the desperate moans that fled past your lips.Â
Youâd stay tangled between his sheets until the early morning when youâd sneak back across the street to your own home. Ever since that night, youâd tell him that if you wanted him to wake you up like that. The light was on more often than not.Â
When he started working nights, things became slightly more complicated. By the time he got back in the morning, it was time to wake Abby up for school and you had to get ready for the day. That was until you had the day off and an idea struck you.Â
You were about to head out the door before you turned to Mike, âLeave the light on for me?âÂ
His eyebrows furrowed for a split second before the corners of his mouth quirked up. âYeah, of course,â he nodded and you were out the door, grinning.Â
You waited a few hours, performing menial tasks around your home before you decided it was time to put your plan into action. Abby was off to school and Mike was asleep soundly in his bed, headphones placed securely on his ears and nature sounds drifting out of them. You slowly crept further into Mike���s room and began to set up the camcorder at the foot of his bed, flinching at the slightest creak of the tripod.Â
You knew Mike wouldnât wake up, but it was more exciting if you made yourself believe there was a chance. You pressed record and giddiness filled you. You made a show of stripping for the camera. You slowly slid off your sweatpants and underwear in one swoop.Â
You picked up the pair of jeans he had on the floor and held them up to the camera, doing your best game show girl impression. You picked up your underwear and tucked them in the front pocket, patting it in before setting them at the foot of his bed. Your shirt was the next to go. You faced the camera as you slowly tugged your shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest underneath.Â
You trailed your fingers up your torso and circled your fingers around your nipples, causing them to harden under your touch. You leaned your head back to give him a full view of your chest as you pinched one of your nipples between your fingers, gasping slightly.Â
You turned and sauntered to his side of the bed where he was sleeping soundly. You ran your fingers gently over his forehead, brushing his hair out of the way, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.Â
He made your job easier by wearing a black t-shirt and briefs and by always sleeping on his back. You threw the blankets covering his form to the side and kneeled beside the bed. Your hands wandered over his thighs before palming him through his briefs.Â
You crawled into bed next to him and your hands drifted past the waistband of his briefs. You stroked him, slowly, before freeing his cock from its confines. You pulled his briefs down and over his balls, just enough for you to access everything freely.
You threw a leg over his thigh and your hand wrapped around his cock once again. He had begun to harden in your grasp but you couldnât quite get enough friction. You slid down his body and turned so the camera could get a clear view of what you were about to do.Â
You held him in your hand and swiped your tongue across the head of his cock. You groaned at the taste of him and enveloped your lips fully around him. You swirled your tongue around the pink-hued tip and Mikeâs breath caught slightly but he didnât stir.Â
You steadily bobbed your head, gradually taking more of him with every stroke. One hand stroked what you couldnât reach while the other gently fondled his balls. You pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft, and Mikeâs cock twitched in your mouth.Â
You pulled away and licked your lips when the ache between your thighs became too great. You carefully straddled his lap and ground against his cock, spreading your slick. A soft moan left you as the tip hit your clit just right.Â
You brought your hand down to where your bodies met and aligned him with your entrance. The whine that escaped you as you lowered yourself onto him was loud and you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle it.Â
You missed his hands roaming your body as you rode him, but there was something so pleasurable about seeing the minute changes in his demeanor as you used him. You dipped down to press open-mouthed kisses against the column of his neck. You clenched at the thought of covering him with hickeys to find later. You leaned down and explored his chest with your lips and tongue.Â
You smiled as small red marks covered his neck and chest. You were confident that theyâd blossom into the purple marks you desired once he awoke. You began to rock your hips faster against him as one hand drifted down to circle your clit. You used your free hand to knead your breast, pinching and dragging your fingertip across the bud of your nipple. Your legs were beginning to burn and tremble but the familiar heat pooling in your belly spurred you on.Â
You leaned forward, and the new angle had you reaching your peak in no time. You spasmed around him as you continued to jut your hips against him, riding out your high. A satisfied moan escaped you as you felt Mike twitch within you and he filled you with his cum.Â
You panted softly as you slid off of him. You kissed his lips softly before fixing his briefs and covering him back up. You stopped the recording and quickly got dressed. You tucked the camcorder and tripod under your arm before leaving Mikeâs home. In a few hours, youâd bring him the lunch you made him, tucking the VHS tape inside the paper bag.Â
Youâd hold the door for him, and walk him out to his car, smiling the entire time.Â
âI hope you enjoy your lunch,â youâd mention. Heâd grin, a knowing glint in his eyes. Youâd leave the light on for him for when he came home.
#mike schmidt#mike schmidt x reader#fnaf movie#fnaf x reader#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#kinktober#kinktober 2023#reader insert#no y/n#i plan on making a part 2 don't worry y'all#mike schmidt x reader smut#josh hutcherson#michael schmidt#michael schmidt x reader
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Diaper Discipline Guide
Emma & Henry
My boyfriend of 4 years has always had regressive and sub tendencies while Iâve wanted to talk more control in our relationship. We tried several bdsm activities including smacking and bondage but the occasional nature wasnât really doing it for me.
After finding out more online about Female Led Relationships I came across DD, initially dismissing it. But the more I read, the better and better the idea appealed to me. After some planning I decided to confront my partner and say I wanted to add an element of control and domination into our relationship, by saying I hadnât decided how to do it yet we had a long discussion without diapers being mentioned where he agreed in principle to âlifestyle dominanceâ as long as it could be kept between them and not impact his job, friends, etc.Â
This guide was invaluable to me to plan the rest and it solidified my decision. It took me two weeks to discreetly buy the required supplies, getting them delivered to our apartment on days he was at work. I decided that I wanted a high initial level of DD where heâd be in diapers 24/7 at home.
I decided to start on a Friday night after work. Heâd known that I had been preparing for something and I started the conversation by saying my proposal was weird, reassuring him that it wouldnât be painful/harmful and nobody else would find out but you wanted him to agree to try it for at least 6 weeks.
Although nervous he also seemed excited by the prospect and agreed. We moved to the bedroom where I told him to get undressed before I diapered him for the first time. There was a lot of objections at this stage but I talked him round and the agreement to try it for 6 weeks was helpful.
To make the shock less I started with a medical diaper which wasnât too thick and let him wear his normal pjs over it. I left him to explore it on his own while going to make dinner. After dinner it was time to tell him all the rules, the main one was that the toilet at home was now banned and heâd be in diapers whenever heâs at home. I kept the baby elements to a minimum and said heâs have to also wear out the house sometimes but Iâd make sure nobody could tell and never when heâs at work or with friends/family. Iâm not going to lie and say this didnât involve an argument, especially when he realised that no toilet meant #2 as well but we got through. We ended up watching a movie which was a good way for him to calm down.
He wet his diaper for the first time after the movie which was funny to watch as he was so nervous it was going to leak everywhere. Even though it wasnât too wet I did change him straight away and made his change extra special too. That night he slept in a diaper for the first time.
Over the first weekend he did get more used to wearing and I allowed him to use the toilet for a bm on Saturday. Sunday however I decided to fully enforce the rules and he messed himself for the first time. I didnât change him this time and he took a shower. There was a lot of protests again but I said it was none-negotiable. The smell did seem to be the biggest thing that bothered him so I bought some Devrom tablets which had been recommended, it took a few days for them to arrive and a few more of taking them but now his messy diapers hardly smell and the protests have stopped. Iâd actually recommend you use these from day 1 to make the transition easier.
The first week was tough but we got through it and Iâm happy to say weâre now 7 months in to him being in DD. Over that time Iâve moved to thicker abdl diapers, he wears onesies regularly around the house and the toilet has remained unused by him with only a few exceptions.
We both work mainly from home so Iâve gotten used to checking and changing his diaper but thick diapers + devrom has meant he generally only needs a change after waking up, sometime in the early afternoon and before bed. Iâll also let him change himself if Iâm busy or cba.Â
The best news is after an initial rocky patch, our relationship feels stronger than ever! He proposed to me 5 months in and I canât see his DD ending any time soon. Iâve increased elements overtime and now the toilet is banned even when out of the house together. Public wearing did take him a while to get used to but actually itâs easy.Â
Iâm sure DD is not for everyone and is much more involved and hard work than other lifestyle changes but for creating a caring bond between you and your partner Iâve found it to be great!
#ab dl diaper#ab/dl diaper#diaper community#diaper dependent#diaper sissy#diaper gal#diaper faggot#sissi femboi#diaper training#sissifyme#abdlsissy#ab dl girl#abdlmommy#ab dl art#ab/dl mommy#abdlbabygirl#abdlcouple#abdlgermany#abdlbabyboy#ab dl lifestyle#diape#diaper pee#adult diaper lover#diaper bulge#diapered boy#diaperedgirls#diapered247#panty sissy#feminine sissy
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Oh my god
#how to explain to mt neurotypical and abled sister that at the end of the day i dont have the mental energy to answer questions#like none#i have had a very long day of waking up early which (my intenstines make very clear is bad) and then being incredibly stressed at work#cause our fucking cash machine that handles all the cash in the store is broken and i have to balance the store and somehow fix thefuckedne#during which i didnt get time to eat anything till i got home at 2 (i wrnt in at 7 am)#then i get home and have an anxiety attack about my cat who has bladder problems and who could be obstructed again#cause we are rearranging our house for construction and he doesnt have his normal food to help reduce the likely hood#and then my mom is asking me to rearrange the furniture to make room for the window replacements tomorrow#i literally have no more mental capacity to make any decisions or wnswer anymote questions#it is just too hard to think about if im going to the beach with them on Friday#im overwhelmed and like anymore decisions or input is too much even like well meaning input#hhhhhhh#and i like dont have the ability explain this with worss cause when im overstimulated or having an attack i lose my ability to use my words#and i dtutter a dhit ton and it just stops being worth it to communicate that way#so no i want to sleep#also the way my mom is like its fine to be concerned about Lageos but you shouldnt 'let it ruin your ehole day' as if i have control over it#and dont have an unmedicated anxiety disorder and i cant just stop feeling emotikns also im autistic so like thats literally not an option#i litrrqlly cant stop being ancious about it no matter how much i understand it makes no snese
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,, Tied Up Prince ''
Psychotic villain x Isekai'd second prince male reader
Tw/s: bondage, stockholm syndrome-ish, reader is into how the villain puts him in his place, dub-con, ripping clothes, degration, angry sex, punished reader, yandere-like oc, agressive sex.
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The sound of blades clashing is loud. Ear deafening even. The sound continues for what feels like a century to the young man. When it finally stops, he lets out a frustrated sigh. Not being able to guess what will happen next.
The masked man refuses to fall down on his knees. Instead, he limps a bit while looking up at the sword wielding main character, his sword casted aside. His long messy hair covers even more of his features due to the fact his mask has sustained some damage and yet he still finds a way to taunt the other. âä˝ ççč§ĺžčżć ˇĺ°ąçťćäşĺďźâ , letting out a chuckle. With only a few seconds left in the episode, the viewer watches in anticipation, wondering what will happen. The semi masked man limps towards the other and out of nowhere, throws needles towards the main character. As he passes out, so do the end credits.
"WHAT!??? IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS???", you freak out over the cliffhanger ending, urgently scrolling to see if it's ongoing or if there are more episodesâ unfortunately, it's neither. You feel as if you're about to metaphorically cry due to frustration. Nobody warned you there'd be a huge cliffhanger after 50 episodes! "God damnit!", you yell at nobody in particular while trying to do more research. Maybe if you look hard enough, the 51st episode will appear...right?
Even after 2 hours, you refuse to give up. You've wasted almost 3 whole days to watch this stupid series, it can't just end like that. You even go through some tiktok comments and edits too find any clues to an episode 51. Though, it's odd that nobody cares to mention the fact that there's a huge cliffhanger on the last episode. Everyone seems to be okay with it? That can't be right. Either everyone's crazy or you're going crazy.
"AHA!", you finally find a "clue" of some sort in the official website. It states that although the series does end on episode 50, it's based off of a novel which is completed. Without a second thought, you search it up only to find that the novel name is...your name? It clearly says [Name] [L. Name] as the title. As they say, curiosity killed the cat. You mindlessly click on the link.
âć䝏çťĺ°ç¸éďźçľé䟴䞣ăâ
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'My head's killing me...', when you open your eyes, you're faced with a ceiling. It wouldn't be odd if it weren't for the fact that it's not your ceiling. "What the...", you instantly sit up on the bed to look around. Not only is the ceiling not the one you usually wake up to, the entire room isnt even yours. You scramble to get on your feet, almost sprinting towards the door. When you are about to open it, it opens from the other side. "Ah!", the short, well dressed girl lets out a shocked noise, "your highness, you're up early", she regains her composure and sesms to be waiting for something. You stay quiet for a few seconds which prompts her to try and break the silence, "may I come in..?", to which you take a step to the right, allowing her to enter the spacious bedroom and put down a tray with food. Before she exits, she opens the windows for you to which you thank her for as she walks out the room, leaving you all alone once more.
"Gosh it's bright out", you walk over to the now opened window and look out. The scent of nature lingers on your nose, it calms your panicked mind in just a few seconds. The birds chirping, the leaves rustling, the sun shining brightly. Far different from the traffic jam and loud vehicles you'd normally hear. This gives you enough time to think about the situation in a calm and rational manner. 'Your highness?', is what you think of, along with the fact that the room and environment is vastly different from the messy, dark room you would usually wake up to. Questioning yourself only led to even more questions and so, you turn to look at the plate that has been served to you. Two steamed buns and a few fruits for nutrients.
"Alright let's see what I can find!", you have some optimism in you as you begin your "investigation". The courtyard is ridiculously big and so are the halls. You alnost got lost halfway in! Deciding it's time for a little break, you sit down on a nearby pavilion. "I've been here for almost an hour, am I just dreaming..", you pinch yourself a few times but end up with a red cheek and still no answers. "Ow...", you sigh, nothing has given you any answers.
"What's gotten you so stressed?", a voice rings out behind you, prompting you to turn around just enough to get a glance. A good-looking and well built man stands behind with a small smile on his face. He takes a few steps forward and sits next to you, "I don't think I've ever heard you sigh that loudly before", he tries to lighten up the mood seeing how blue you look right now. "Well...", realizing something, you do a double take, "Zhou Jian!?", you jump up in disbelief to which he responds with a very shocked face, "yes..?", he looks worried for your well, "was I really gone that long?", he chuckles and scratches his head, "I could have sworn it was just a month", you could only stand frozen in time, jaw almost wide open but you manage to keep it closed. "C'mon, sit down, tell ĺĽĺĽ what's on your mind", he smiles with his eyes closed, patting the seat next to him. You slowly sit down while staring bullets into him. "Are you mad at me?", he asks with a worried expression, you turn away, realizing your stare was bothering him. "Ahem no, of course not", in all honesty, you're trying your best to act like a younger sibling and it sure it hard when your older brother is THE Zhou Jian.
He had previously heard of your dissatisfaction with how he is almost always away from home so it wasn't unreasonable for him to think that way. "Hm, then?", he asks, tilting his head and moving closer to you. You don't even know what you want...maybe just a bit of help 'recalling' who you are. Of course you can't just say you lost your memories or something like that, it'd worry Zhou Jian.
What to do...you have to continue exploring this strange world but also can't risk alerting Zhou Jian...That's it!
"I think I just need a stroll out", you look at him. He tenses up and his eyebrows begin furrow. "You know that's not a good idea", he shakes his head, shit you just fucked up..how were you supoosed to know you're not allowed out?? "Please? There's something I need to do", you try to plead, "and I won't be out an hour", but no matter how you persist, he doesn't waver. "ĺźĺź, if it truly is important, I'll send someone to do whatever it is for you", he offers an alternative but that doesn't work for you. There is no way to convince him so you think of another idea. You close your eyes for a moment and nod, "it's okay, I changed my mind", giving a half smile.
"Oh...they're so tall..", you look at the walls you planned to climb to get out. You never learned how to climb a rope either so that's out of the question. Maybe your secret get out plan won't be happening afterall.
'Think [Name], think!'
You pace around, trying to think of another plan. Those cliche romance shows lied to you! You can't possibly climb a tall building. While pacing around, you can't help but feel as if you're forgetting something but what? You try your best to recall the whole series, the plot, what happened and what started it.
"Zhou Jian has to defend his kingdom against the villain due to the fact that...", you talk to yourself, trying to regain memory of the show, "the villain seeks out the Kingdom's rumoured hidden temple in order to seize...", as if everything's connected, you remember the most important thing, "..the power within!", your fist gently hits your palm, and your eyes widen with excitement. "That means I probably have powers like that too!", you almost let out a happy noise but remembering that you are most likely going to be spotted faster if you do, you contain yourself. "How to activate it..", you try to think of jumping over the wall, maybe gracefully flying over to the other side but nothing happens. "They make it look so effortless in the shows", you start to wonder if there's really not a single system window to guide you.
"Your highness! It's time for your tea", a maid is clearly looking for you, shouting loudly as she searches for you everywhere. "Oh shit!", you'll get found out in no time if you don't escape now! A sudden wave of panic sends your body suddenly flying over the 40ft tall cement wall. "W-wAoHH", You brace for impact but fortunately for you, your body doesn't hit the ground roughly, infact, your fall is cushioned by an invisible object. You need time to process what just happened but the guards right around the corner says otherwise. Without missing another second, your legs sprint towards the town in hopes of not getting caught red handed. 'It seems my magic is unstable..is it because I'm not from here or is it just my new body that's weak..?'
You huff and huff due to how fast you just ran from the imperial palace to the bustling streets. After a while, you pull yourself together and look around, finally noticing the amazing scent of the street food being sold. "Excuse me", a little girl says, trying to get past you as you're blocking the middle, "sorry!", you instantly move to the side to let her get past. "Now, where to start", your eyes dart around, a mom and daughter sharing a tanghulu, a couple enjoying their stroll together and even a homeless looking man being given a baozi to eat. Looking at everything up close in person gives a different feeling than when you're watching behind a screen. Despite being here, you still have little to no clue as to who you are in this world and what your purpose is. All you know if that you're the brother of the protagonist. In the original show, there were no mentions of the protagonist ever having a younger brother so people assumed he's an only child. The only heir to the thrown, who knew there would be a spare?
Well you can't dwell on that too much, you have to at least find out what arc you're in right now. Maybe by knowing, you'd be able to assist the protagonist in fighting! Technically you're the main character now that you've isekai'd into the world so there's no way you'd be in any sort of danger!
You turn your attention to your right, the neverending displays of food makes your mouth water. Unfortunately, due to you not paying much attention to where you're walking, you bump into someone. The impact was enough to send you stumbling backwards. The stranger's hand instinctively wraps around your waist, preventing you from falling onto the people behind you and potentially creating a domino effect. His taller stature surprises you. Only when you stabilize yourself, he removes his hand. "Next time, be more aware of your surroundings", his voice is somewhat elegant yet intimidating and indifferent. You can't really diciphere him as his face is covered by a very oddly terrifying mask. It definitely stands out which makes you wonder if he does like the attention if brings him or simply he's unaware of his unique accessory. Though, before you can ask anything, he walks in past you, dissapearing into the crowd. Something about him seemed...very familiar.
After several hours of strolling and finding absolutely nothing, you notice the sun going down, dusk is coming and the night is about to settle in. So, you decide to get back to the palace the same way you got out of it, panicking and then being thrown over the wall.
ËËË ę° âĄ ęą ËËË
Nobody seemed to have questioned why you were gone for half the day. Fortunate for you of course but does beg the question why nobody noticed a prince going missing.
In the morning, however, the same maid who had been calling out to you for tea did question where you were. "I wasn't feeling tea", was your simple yet effective answer.
"Gosh I was out for so long and yet found nothing in return", you kick a rock in the courtyard while sighing loudly. The masked man already erased from your mind. What's even worse is that with your hair this long, it takes more effort to take care of it, not to mention the hanfu which made you stand out like a sore thumb. At just a glance, one could tell you're royalty due to your attire. Maybe you should have thought of that before going out yesterday. This time, you'll dress up just like any other commoner there. There must be at least one that doesn't look like a prince's daily outfit in the closet. You look through the ginormous closet, sorting them out one by one until you finally stumble across an acceptable one.
ËËË ę° âĄ ęą ËËË
Back to the bustling streets once more. The smell of food is still as amazing as you remember it. You seem to have forgotten something but fret not, your stomach is here to remind you of it. "I forgot...I didn't have breakfast..", you vaguely remember the picture of a plate filled with food on the table of your room. Well you can't turn back now, you're too far in. "I'll just buy something in the market", you say to yourself, walking towards the nearest food stall which sells roasted meat on sticks. The sight is already mouth watering, you can't wait to sink your teeth into it. "čćż! One roasted meat please", you grin ear to ear knowing you'd have one in your hands in a few seconds, "that'll be 3 coins", did you even bring any money? You desperately try to search your hanfu for any signs of coins but to no avail. "C-can I have it...for free?", you awkwardly ask, "hah? Who do you think you are, just so you know, have to feed my family too."
'Time to pull out my status' you thought to yourself, "well, I'mâ", "I'll pay for it", a hand behind you gives a few coins to the seller, prompting the seller to give the roasted meat to you. You look behind to see who had stolen your spotlight only to be face to face with yet another mask. The same mask actually. "Thank you but I could handle it by myself", you give a slight smile, "oh? It seems to me you had no money, or perhaps you'd like to pay me back?", you can tell he's a bit annoyed but what you can't tell is that he's amused. "In that case, I take it back", getting a sudden eerie feeling from the man, you leave immediately and he watches you run off.
You run until you're sure he wouldn't be able to see you anymore. "Jeez what even was that..", you wonder to yourself, why did your guts just tell you to run?? That's odd. Really though, something about that man is super familiar but what?
ËËË ę° âĄ ęą ËËË
6 months have passed since you've been transmigrated to this world. Fortunately, you adapted quite a long time ago. The strange masked man hasn't been seen at all and because of that, you forgot all about him. The past few months have been relatively peaceful, with some royal guards getting occasional injuries from the amount of fights they've been in. Thankfully, Zhou Jian isn't one of them. You had a hard time accepting that your life in the original world might never return but hey, at least you're treated like royalty. The only downside is that you still aren't allowed outside. A huge bummer.
You enjoy some afternoon tea with Zhou Jian as bonding time for the two of you. "I'm surprised you haven't been sent to the battlefield yet", you jokingly comment, earning you a playful glare from the protagonist, "don't jinx it", he puts his porcelain teacup down, "though, it is strange that the scoundrel hasn't shown up in a while", he's referring to his enemy, the man who has been trying to get rid of your kingdom so they say it. "He's so mysterious too, no matter how many men I send to discover more about him, it's as if he doesn't exist at all but at the same time, he does", Zhou Jian says, looking up and wondering to himself, confused. "One day when you do catch him maybe you'll find out who he truly is", you sip on the hot fragrant tea. The two of you chat for a while before a guard interrupts it.
"Your highness! It's an emergency! The King himself has personally requested you on the battlefield to fight alongside him, it seems the enemies have gotten stronger", the voice is panicked, shaky, stumbling over his own words and trying his hardest to keep his composure but ultimately failing, miserably. Zhou Jian immediately gets up, grabbing the weapon he always carries by his side and rushing out with the guard, "I'm going to be back soon", he glances at you while he says this. Without anyone to chat with, you get up from your seat and head towards the library. Behind you, the servants bow as they take the cups and desserts away.
Even when night falls, neither the king nor Zhou Jian has returned. It's quite common for soldiers to camp out for a few days so you don't worry too much about it.
The hallways are oddly quiet. Probably since there are less guards and servants surrounding the place seeing as a few went to tend to the King and heir. More peace and quiet for you. The stars at night twinkle, the moon glowing so brightly, the sound of crickets. Not even the cold air bothers you. You yawn a bit, "time for bed", your legs carry you to the bed, not as comfortable as the one you had back at home but you can still sleep on it. You tuck yourself into bed and close your eyes, wondering what you'll have for brekafast tomorrow.
At the stroke of midnight, the sounds of blood gushing doesn't even wake you up. No scream can be heard due to the intruder's silencing them. "PROTECT THE SECOND PRIâ", the loud voice cuts off, indicating the murder of the man. The imperial palace is a mess, filled with fresh blood and dead bodies. You sleep peacefully, blissfully unaware of the massacre happening just outside your room. Even the door creaking open doesn't wake you up from your deep slumber. A tall man hovers over you, a crown in his hand. He mumbles something but it's so quite that not even a soul can hear it. With a snap of his fingers, your hands and ankles are bound together respectively without you ever even noticing it.
"ä˝ çćŻä¸ŞĺŻçąççĄçžäşş"
.á.á
Your eyes are half open, your vision all blurry due to just waking up. Your whole body aches but when you go to stretch, you find it to not be possible. You struggle and notice your hands and ankles bound by something that's glowing red. It hurts whenever you try to get rid of it. "Go on, the sight of you struggling amuses me", a voice says out loud from a corner of the room. The masked man gets up from his seat and as he walks closer to where you are bound, you notice that his mask is slightly damaged. Well, a part of it has broken off, revealing his blood colored eye.
He carries himself with such elegance that you'd think he's royalty at a first glance. He brings himself down to your level, his eye crinkle softly at the corner, the look on your face is just so adorable. "I never would have thought we'd meet again, ĺ°çĺ", he grabs your chin, lifting it up so you two make eye contact. "I had an inkling you were apart of their little kingdom, I just didn't expect you to be so naive", he continues while looking at your frustrated face which he adores, "did you really think those pesky little servants could ever protect you?", you turn your head to the side, not wanting to even touch him. It is honestly a bit embarrassing for you as you've watched this whole series, know the plot and yet here you are, kidnapped by the villain himself of whom you finally remember the name of, Xu RenFeng, and not even getting the chance to put up a fight.
Xu RenFeng thinks for a moment, the silence deafening. "How about this, you and I become partners so to say", you're confused by what he's suggesting but he elaborates, "since you're hidden and have no purpose in that palace, you could be with me could you not?", he looks at you expectantly with a psychotic look in his eye. "I would kill you now but you're way too adorable to be killed just like that, I'm offering a role of a lifetime", while it does tempt you in a way, you're still not too sure about dying with him at the end. "No thank you", you don't even look at him as you say this, "I'll give you some more time to think", he stands tall and turns around, walking out the door to your prison.
To say it's a prison is exaggerating. At least it looks like an average bedroom. Not as luxurious as the one you had before but still comfortable. After a few seconds pass, you find your hands and ankles no longer bounded, giving you some freedom to explore the room you've been captured in.
Of course the surviving servants and royal guards had to inform their king and future king what had happened. From the massacre of many, many servants to the second prince going missing, presumably taken by their enemy. "We should've known it was a trap the moment he left", the King is referring to the man himself, Xu RenFeng. "Why would he want [Name]?", Zhou Jian questions, frustrated by how the situation has gone from manageable to a complete mess. His hands balled into fists, worrying for his brother's safety. They have to find you, and fast.
Meanwhile, you've been held in the room for about 5 hours. All you've been up to is trying to think of a plan to maybe just maybe, trick him long enough for the psychotic guy to let you go. From what you've seen in the show itself, he is a very calm and calculating individual, making it hard for anyone to get past him. "Gosh, it seems that the only way to get out is by relying on brute force!", compated to modern times, the door isn't made out of very strong material, maybe you can knock it down or something. When you body slam the door, it doesn't move an inch. "Well that goes my plan", you just sit against the door you had just tried to body slam in defeat.
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As days passed, you try a different method of breaking out each day but they all fail in getting you out the the prison-like room. The only time the door would open was when Xu RenFeng himself would bring you food and place it on the table in the room. Even then, when the door opened, you would be bound once more. At least the food was always good. Each time he brought food to you, he'd try to persuade you into joining him. Something about you really did pull him in. You had power over him whether you knew or not.
One day, when there's a knock on the door, you get an idea. Xu RenFeng enters the room in silence, holding a plate in one hand. He puts the food down and as he's about to open his mouth, "can you eat with me?", you ask, surprising him. Today he's wearing a different style of mask. It doesn't cover his lower face, only the eyes. You wonder why he covers his face and remain mysterious. Even towards the end of his life, he never once took off his mask. The reason was never revealed. Though, it did add to his charm which is why a lot of people fell for the guy. He hesitates but gives a slight nod, closing the door with a wave of his hand.
He takes the seat across from you, not having anything on his side of the table. "Oh, I thought you'd grab your own food?", you ask while munching down on the prepared food. "No, I'd rather enjoy the view while I can", his lips turn into a smirk. Unsettling but not the weirdest thing he's said while with you. You get a bit nervous, wanting to pull off the plan but what if he notices beforehand? 'Agh, no more overthinking it, it's now or never [Name]!', you think to yourself and reach over the table, violently tearing the mask off his face, taking him by complete surprise. With great strength and agility, he grabs ahold of your wrist which has his mask. You stare at his face. He wasn't an average looking man. No scars or bruises. Instead, he's the most gorgeous man you've ever laid your eyes on. You're left speechless and so is he for a few seconds.
The look of shock in his eyes is replaced with that of anger. Without uttering a single word and with your wrist still held in his hand, he walks over to your side of the table, glaring at you before pulling you to the bed and throwing you on it. Fortunately you aren't hurt, only frightened. You're pinned to the bedframe by the intimidating villain. Your back is against the frame and you have nowhere to run. "I've been painstakingly patient with you and yet here you are taking off my mask. Was it not obvious to you I didn't want it off, EVER?", to say he's angry is an understatement, his eyes are even more psychotic. All you can do is freeze up due to fear, knowing neither fight nor flight are options in this very moment. You can't muster up an apology, both due to fear and also the feeling of superiority, to you, this man is just a character, he'll be no longer once you find a way back to your home! Without an answer, he takes it as you not wanting to apologize. "Do you really think just because you're a prince that I can't hurt you?", he chuckles at your pathetic expression. With another snap of his fingers, you're bound once more.
As much as you'd like to deny it, the way he's aggressively holding you is really turning you on. Xu RenFeng grabs at your clothes and rips them, leaving your body vulnerable to the man. "What a sight", he looks at you up and down. You try to cover your face with your hands because of embarrassment but he pushes your hands away. "Oh my prince, don't hide your adorable expressions", he purrs.
When you blink, his hanfu has already been diacarded on the floor not far from the bed. "Won't you help a stressed man out?", with his clothes being gone, you can see his hard cock. You stare at it for a little too long, long enough for Xu RenFeng to notice. "Hm? Lost for words are we?", he seems proud of that. "I..It's..â", you bite your lip to contain the moan you were about to let out as the man lifts your legs up to his shoulder and stretches you out with two fingers. "There's a much easier way for this but I'd rather do the old fashioned way to see how you writhe in pleasure just from my fingers. You close your eyes shut, clenched fists as his fingers move around inside, "I'll stretch you so well that this big cock slips right in", just that alone makes you tighten up, earning a satisfied hum from the other. Before long, he decides it's time to add another finger, stretching you out even more. "Ah..ngh...", your moans aren't really heard, the noises you let out are more comparable to humming. Xu RenFeng doesn't like that one bit.
His take his wet fingers out of your tight hole, leaving you feeling empty and opening your eyes as to why he did that. Relying on his strength, he pulls you onto his lap, your hole hovering over his cock, almost touching the tip. "Huâaggh", you barely have time to react before he plunges you down all the way. You let out the loudest moan that Xu RenFeng's servants are able to hear from outside the magic-sealed room. "What an amazing voice you have, ĺ°çĺ", he looks up at the person who is unable to speak due to the pain and pleasure he has brought them. His cock remains inside your hole without moving an inch, "a-are you trying to tease me...move", you try to stimulate yourself by bouncing on his cock to the best of your abilities but you can't seem to do that due to him having a tight grip on your waist. "You're so fragile, I'll have an easier time breaking you", he lifts you up until the only thing left inside is his tip and immediately slams you back down on his large cock, repeating this over and over again. "Fuck..", he groans while you're almost screaming-moaning. You never imagined this would be how your first time would go. Xu RenFeng pounds your ass so rough and fast that your ass is turning red.
You feel his precum inside you as he hits your prostate over and over, showing no mercy. "Your hole was made for my cock, wasn't it?", you can't even come uo with a response in that cock filled head of yous, "I'll make sure you remember the shape of my cock by fucking you everyday", he lets out a deep laugh, watching you bounce up and down his cock. Just when you think you can't take anymore, he goes deeper until you can't think of anything anymore. You cum while moaning loudly, still being bounced up and down. The stimulation is driving you crazy, everything feels like a fever dream. Not long after you came and without warning, he cums inside while still pounding you, not stopping for a second. He's cumming as he's thrusting inside, giving a new sensation you never thought you'd feel. "I see you're enjoying this more than I am, how adorable that expression of yours", he points out, "aren't I glad I picked you up along the way", if he could, he would have given himself a pat on the back that moment. You try to push him off, wanting to go at your own pace or to possibly just take a breather, "ah-ah, we're not done", he keeps thrusting deep inside, "don't worry, I'll return you in one piece to your family soon~"
He didn't stop until he had pumped at least a few cups worth of cum inside of you. You passed out due to how rough he was being. Xu RenFeng made sure to tuck you into bed. When he came out the room with his mask back on, he appeared to be very refreshed, some servants even whispered to the others that he was practically glowing. All because of a certain young prince named [Name].
You may not know it yet but you're now stuck with a psycho of a man.
Translation notes!
ä˝ ççč§ĺžčżć ˇĺ°ąçťćäşĺďź
Do you really thinks this is over?
čç
Boss (in this context, used to address shopkeepers/vendors you want to buy from)
ć䝏çťĺ°ç¸éďźçľé䟴䞣ă
We will meet eventually, soulmate.
ĺźĺź
Little brother/younger brother
ĺĽĺĽ
Big brother/elder brother
ä˝ çćŻä¸ŞĺŻçąççĄçžäşş
You really are a cute sleeping beauty
ĺ°çĺ
Little prince (endearing)
I have so many ideas for this man but couldn't fit all of them in one ficđĽš
There's this one kink I know you'll love but unfortunately didn't make the cut, maybe next time/drabble!
#male reader#bottom male reader#oc x reader#oc x male reader#x male reader#yandere x male reader#yandere x reader#isekai#isekai male reader#top male character#ă by the hands of xin ă#xin's xu renfeng â
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it isn't really complicated, but i still can't tell my grandma about it. my girlfriend is also my boyfriend and i'm her girlboyfriend and there are a lot of days this feels like smoothing sheets over a good mattress. it feels like getting a cup of good hot chocolate. we paint our nails lesbian flag pink, and i watch her eyelashes make shadows on her cheeks. she wants to kiss me because i am really good at baking, and i want to kiss her because when i am freaked out about how i spilled coffee, she just hands me extra napkins and helps me clean. he is so handsome i want to eat my fist. they once just winked at me and i couldn't talk for like the next fifteen minutes.
i haven't seen the L word and i was raised catholic. my earliest experiences with queer relationships were through harrowing conversations and hushed questions and blood on the ground. i didn't like boys soon enough. what, are you gay? asked to a 6th grader, almost like a demand.
when she is asleep next to me and i can feel the dreams run up and down her body, i pretend we are both somewhere in the stars. i like to picture a future full of fruit trees, and writing him poetry. sometimes she wakes up, has a whole conversation with me, goes back to sleep, and utterly forgets that we ever even spoke. she is always kind to me, even in that liminal half-there ghost. i like the croaked, raw way her voice sounds in the very-early morning, the way she always seems surprised i'm still here, and home.
on the internet, there are a lot of people who would be annoyed by both of us, and how labels must be pruned into orchids. a box has to hold and define the insides. people must be organized.
we went on a date last night, and the host said, oh, table for 2 nice ladies? neither of us are ladies, but also we are very much 2 nice ladies. i have been wearing her sweater nonstop. he has frequently been forced into wearing my taylor swift official merch quarter-zip because i was worried about him catching a chill, and you simply cannot be cool in an official taylor swift quarter-zip. do not worry: they listen to better music than i do, and their voice sounds like leaves falling.
i wear the skirts and makeup and i am better with spackle and know how to drive stick. recently someone commented on my work - you're just a man trying to reappropriate lesbian spaces. sometimes i feel like she is a clementine to me, and sometimes i feel like he is a german shepherd and sometimes i feel they are a bird. i like watching his hands over a guitar. can i write this poem, even? how can you be a lesbian if you're sometimes with a man? or you are the man?
how can i, huh. you know, our first date lasted 3 days. we'd been flirting for over a year before i finally asked her out. i'd already written her into poetry. she'd already written me into songs.
last night, in the late night, when they woke up again, confused about where they were, they said - oh, thank god. this is your arm. there's just something so precious to me about the specifics, the denotation that the arm was (thank god!) mine. i really liked that definition. i liked the obvious relief because i understand it.
i say yeah, i have a partner. i mean - oh. thank god. it's your arm.
#writeblr#warm up#on gender politics lol#inkskinned try not to have feelings for someone challenge#time of death: they put my earring in their ear. they were wearing an unbuttoned black buttondown and a necklace with my name on it#you can just send me the coffin i was ready to crawl in
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sweet treat 5
shy!reader really wants to tell construction worker!rafe how she feels but what if he doesnât feel the same? Â
18+ mdni!
c/w: the L-word, mostly fluff, reader being an overthinker & getting a little jealous, pda
wc:Â 2.3kÂ
hi! this is the last part of sweet treat (might write some extras but i make no promises) & just wanted to say how much i appreciate everyone who reads my stuff. the first part was my first proper piece of writing i posted on this blog and i was overjoyed by the warm welcome and all the kind comments, asks & reblogs (nothing goes unnoticed by me!) so thank u so so much for being so lovely <33
hope you enjoy xx
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
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Itâs been exactly two weeks since she came to terms with the fact that sheâs in love with him.
She hasnât been able to sleep all that well and has tried her very best to avoid Rafe, albeit fruitlessly since he insists on driving her home from work every day and on top of that, he often invites himself over to her house or asks for her to stay the night at his; not accepting her excuses about being tired and having to wake up early.  Â
âWhy donât we justâŚbe tired and wake up early together, then?â his grin is playful when he argues with her reasoning. And how is she meant to refuse that? Â
And if all that wasnât already suffocating her, of course heâs now helping with the renovation of the cafe since her boss wanted to expand the business; make the small coffee shop into a bigger one in hopes of more space for new tables and seats because the amount of clients they got was beginning to be too much for everyone to comfortably enjoy their stay.Â
Therefore, she now has to practically work in the same building as him every single day because the renovation work isnât disturbing the current cafe from running nor decreasing the number of customers with a sweet tooth or a craving for their usual morning coffee from strutting in.  Â
This wouldnât be a problem, if Rafe wasnât walking around all sweaty and dusty, biceps bulging whenever heâd lift wooden planks over his shoulder or carry around different equipment; looking as attractive as ever. Â
And with these newfound lovey-dovey feelings trying to break through the surface, she doesnât know how sheâs supposed to stop herself from ogling him or keep her rapid heartbeats to herself whenever he wanders over to chat with her on his breaks.
She tries to act as normal as she can, but she can tell that heâs picking up on her excessive rambling and stuttering, flushed cheeks and anxious fingers fixing her hair every two seconds whenever heâs talking to her. Â
Sheâs certain he can see right through her, knows that sheâs hiding something. She can practically see how he wants to bring it up more often than not but seemingly hasnât found the right way to approach the subject yet and she can sense that sheâs running out of time; canât tolerate lying to him for much longer.  Â
Sheâs been thinking this whole thing through over and over, to the point of her head hurting as she bakes Rafeâs favorite lemon raspberry cookies as a distraction and because heâs been working so hard and she wants to surprise him; see the soft smile that makes the whole world glitter whenever he graces her with it. Â
She wants to tell him, wants him to know how deeply she feels for him, how much she appreciates him but every time she tries to open her mouth, the words seem to evaporate before theyâve even begun to sprout on her nervous tongue.  Â
What if he doesnât feel the same way? What if this is all just a casual thing for him and sheâs making it into something more than it is? These bleak thoughts turn her mood sour; a pout forming on her lips as she concentrates on topping the flamingo pink icing covering their most popular vanilla cupcakes with fresh blueberries.  Â
As sheâs taking out Rafeâs cookies out the oven, she comes to the conclusion that she has two options; she either tells him sheâs in love with him or she doesnât. If she tells him, thereâs a very high possibility of him looking at her with a crease between his brows and words about not wanting for this to be anything serious hitting her against the face. Â
And if she doesnât tell him, thenâŚwell she doesnât really have anything to lose, does she? Except maybe the what ifs haunting her for the rest of eternity.  Â
She tries to get rid of these tormenting thoughts with a shake of her head as she sets the cookies off to cool down and begins to place the finished cupcakes onto the display counter, trying her hardest to forget about it all. Â
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Later that day when Rafe is contently munching on the cookies she plated for him and happily distracting her from work, someone approaches the counter; a girl with glossy lips and shiny hair.  Â
âHi, could I get a mango matcha latte, please?â Her eyes are as green as grass as she places her order. Â
âOf course, would you like it with ice or no ice?â  Â
âWith ice, please,â she answers in a friendly manner.  Â
âComing right up,â she gives the girl a polite smile when her payment goes through.  Â
âYouâre working on the renovation?â The girlâs attention then turns towards Rafe, making Y/Nâs gaze flicker over to them as she puts blended mango into the bottom of a tall glass. Â
âYeah, the cafeâs gonâ be twice as big as itâs now,â his gravelly voice drawls, putting the half-eaten baked good down.  Â
âThatâs so cool, Iâve always wondered how construction workers are so strong. Do you go to the gym a lot?â A saccharine voice reaches Y/Nâs ears, making her brows furrow as sheâs measuring the right amount of matcha powder and trying to appear nonchalant.  Â
âUh, yeah, yeah. Also think my workdays sometimes count as workouts,â he scratches the back of his head as she lets out a giggle. It wasnât that funny, Y/N thinks with a roll of her eyes.  Â
âHey, I was actually wondering if maybe youâd wanna hang out sometime? Could give you my number?â  Â
Something muddy swirls in her stomach at the girlâs straightforward question. She doesnât appreciate the fact that sheâs blatantly hitting on Rafe right in front of her. Even if sheâs well aware that theyâre not together and the girl probably assumed they were just friends, which they are. Â
However, she canât prevent herself from turning grumpy from the mere notion of him being interested in someone else. After all, the girl is stunning and she wouldnât really blame him if he wanted to at least consider her offer. Â
âNah, Iâm actually not available right now,â he offers an apologetic smile when the girlâs shoulders slump.  Â
âNo? Thatâs a shame. Well, let me know when that changes?â She gives him a flirty smile that makes Y/N quietly scoff as she pours the milk into the mix. Â
âItâs not changing anytime soon,â she mutters under her breath, making both of them turn their heads towards her.  Â
âSorry?â The girl asks, muted jade settling on her suddenly tense form. Fuck, did she really say that out loud? Â
âOh, umâ just thatâŚhereâs your drink,â she peeps out, feeling Rafeâs eyes burning into the side of her face as she sticks a paper straw into the beverage; the ice cubes clinking together when she hands it out to her.  Â
âRight, thanks,â she says looking over to Rafe once more, seemingly expecting him to give her an answer of his own. Â
âUhâŚyeah, what she said. Not changing anytime soon,â his grin is wide, making the girlâs cheeks flush as she hurriedly leaves. Â
And when itâs just the two of them again, she flits her eyes down, busying herself with a wooden container of tea bags sheâs trying to organize, not wanting to face him. Â
âWhat was, uhâŚwhat was that about?â His tone is teasing, an annoying smirk playing along his features. Â
âNothing,â she quickly dismisses, avoiding his gaze. Â
âNothing? Youâre telling me you werenât just really fucking jealous two seconds ago?â Â
âNâno,â she canât even convince herself with the pitiful denial. Â
âDonât worry, Iâm all yours, alright?â He chuckles as he stuffs the rest of the cookie down his maw. Â
âHow did you know I was craving these, by the way?â He asks around the mouthful as she tries to brush aside the sudden tingle in her ribcage and the blush dusting over her cheeks.  Â
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A few days later when her shift is coming to an end, her other coworker already beginning to take orders and telling her sheâs free to go, she drags Rafe behind the counter and practically forces him to taste test a new recipe sheâs tried out; a walnut carrot cake with lime buttercream.Â
âWow, this isâŚamazing. The lime gives this fresh sourness to the frosting, itâs so good,â his voice is muffled by his chewing and her heart warms in response to his detailed commentary, never one to shy away from showering her in compliments. Â
âYou think so? I actually added the lime just cause I know how much you like citrus fruits so, Iâm really glad you like it,â she beams up at him. Â
âYeah? Made this just for me, huh? Can I ask why Iâm getting this special treatment all of a sudden?â His tone is playful, tongue licking over his bottom lip to clean up the bit of icing lingering there.  Â
âWell, cause I love you andââ she blurts out and then her entire body tenses; mouth hanging open in shock and wide eyes slowly moving to look at him, trying to verify whether he heard it or not. Of course he did. She wasnât exactly quiet now, was she?  Â
âYouâŚyou love me?â His brows raise in surprise. Â
âUhâŚIâ I didnât mean toâŚI mean, you probably donât feel the same so doesnât really matter. Justâ um...just forget I said that. I donât know why Iââ  Â
âWhat are you talking about? You think I spend most of my time with you cause IâŚwhat? Dislike you? You can be so silly sometimes, you know?â He scoffs, setting the golden fork down on the porcelain plate. Â
She stays silent.Â
âWhat Iâm saying is that Iâm obsessed with you. I mean, youâre even in my fucking dreams, right? But listen, love has always been a littleâŚtricky for me to grasp onto cause my relationship with my family has always beenâŚcomplicated? But if me wanting to spend every second of my day with you means I love you too then, shit, maybe I do. But I need some time before I can really say that shit, you get that?â His words are honest and raw and she thinks her rattling heart is going to beat out of her chest. Â
âOh. Iâ umâŚyeah, of course. Take all the time you need,â she finally manages out. Â
âHey, câmere,â he says before heâs practically dragging her dumbfounded form into his embrace; beefy arms pushing her flush against his chest with a steadying grip on her waist.  Â
âI mean, weâre basically already dating at this point, no? Wasnât sure how to make it official without freaking you out but since you love me, I think youâre all good, yeah?âÂ
She croons something incoherent in response. Â
âSo, wanna be my little girlfriend or what?â He asks into her hair. Â
âIâ of course I do,â she mumbles against his shirt.  Â
âYeah?â  Â
âMhm,â She hums before he tucks an index finger under her chin and raises her face to look up at him; thumb toying with her bottom lip before heâs leaning down and smearing a sloppy kiss against her mouth.  Â
âShit, youâre so cute. Just wanna swallow you whole sometimes,â he murmurs with a soft smile tugging at his lips and blue hydrangeas twinkling with something syrupy in them.  Â
âI love you,â she mumbles, almost inaudible; words still too tender to consciously say out loud.  Â
âSay it again,â he practically demands. Â
âUmâŚI love you,â her voice is nearly a whisper. Â
âWhat was that? Think you can say it a little louder?â He teases.  Â
âRafe, stopâŚyouâre embarrassing me,â she whines, cheeks coloring over with a strawberry hue.  Â
âNo, Iâm not. Just wanna hear you say it,â his smirk is all big and smug and it makes her huff. Â
âILOVEYOU, okay?â The words mesh together like fluffy clouds in the sky and her volume is louder than heâs probably ever heard it, a couple of curious heads turn to look at them, the lively chatter around them quieting down some.  Â
âYeah? You guys heard that? She loves me!â Heâs nearly shouting, looking around with a stupid grin on his face, making her flush and hide behind her hands as a few customers cheerfully titter in entertainment. Â
âCongrats, dude!â Someone even yells.  Â
âOh my god, Rafe. Why would you do that?â Her mortified eyes widen as she crouches down; trying to find shelter from behind the pale-yellow counter. âIâm never leaving my house again,â she complains with a glare.  Â
He doesnât seem to be all that bothered by the whole thing, simply chuckling with dimples denting his cheeks; the light-hearted sound making her stomach flutter despite the humiliation crawling up her spine and making her want to vanish into the cracks on the floorboards.  Â
âOf course you are. Iâm your boyfriend now which means Iâm taking you out on a date tomorrow, yeah?â He lifts her up with a grip on her waist, pulling her flush against him as his devious fingertips slip underneath the hem of her shirt, smoothing over her bare stomach and making her let out a squeak. Â
Then heâs grasping her jaw in one hand and pressing his mouth on hers once again; her protests withering away like a dead rose when he slips his tongue past her lips, dragging out an involuntary whimper from her.  Â
She pulls away, hiding her face in his chest when she can feel multiple pairs of eyes staring at them. Â
âRafe, can we just go already?â She pleads with her voice small before heâs guiding her out of the coffee shop with a big palm resting on her back, calming her down some.  Â
And despite the little scene he just caused, she thinks she might just be the happiest girl on the island as he helps her climb into his truck with a honeyed kiss warming the apple of her cheek.Â
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Summary: based on this request - part 2
Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, age gap, riding
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You had a massive crush on your boss. How could you not? He was Rafe Fucking Cameron. King of the island, and you were lucky enough to score the job as his live in maid.
âMmm, feels goodâ Rafe grumbled in his sleep.
So of course you took advantage of the title.
âFuckâ you whispered as you fully sat down on his hard cock
âSo warmâ he groaned, his eyes still shut and his breathing even as he slept.
âShit, sir. You feel so good inside meâ you bite your lip and start rocking back and forth.
âHoly fuck, donât stopâ Rafe grunts
Youâd do this pretty often.
Rafe would come home after work and you always have a glass of whiskey waiting for him, with a little something special to make him sleepy.
Youâd crawl into his bed and make yourself feel good.
You didnât feel any shame, you couldnât. Youâve seen the way he occasionally stared at you when you bend down to dust or when you cook him and his kids dinner. He wants you. He simply just needs some motivation, and youâre more than willing to give it to him.
You picked up the pace, lifting your lower half and bouncing up and down at an even yet fast pace.
Your clit rubs against the scruff patch of hairs on his skin, it felt heavenly.
You wish he could be awake to see your tits bounce as you moved, to see the way you bite your lip as you try to contain your moans.
âOh sir, you feel so goodâ you whisper to yourself as you grab your tits and squeeze. Indulging in your pleasure.
âI wish you could see meâ you place your hands on his chest and bend down to bite at his earlobe as you whisper.
Rafes cock is throbbing inside you.
You stop bouncing and grind in a circular motion, letting your clit get some attention.
Rafe shifts under you, his eyes fluttering but closing right after as his breathing settles back to an even pace.
You feel the warmth inside you, the way he paints your walls white and it triggers your own release and you rub your clit with your small fingers and bounce faster. Making sure you milk him for everything heâs got.
You ride out your high and pull off him to look down and see his cum drip down your thighs as a glob falls onto his thigh. You dip your finger into it and suck it off, moaning at the delicious taste.
âSweet dreamsâ you giggle as you peck his lips and rush off to your room.
You sleep like a baby, waking up early in the morning to start breakfast.
Meanwhile rafe wakes up feeling a little sore, and as he looks down and notices the mess you left behind.
âFuckâ he groans
âNot againâ he huffs out a breath as he closes his eyes and the flashback of his dream comes back.
His cock rehardens as he images you on top of him. Chasing your own pleasure, he imagines you whispering in his ear and teasing him.
His hand reaches down, gripping his cock hard and stroking up and down.
Small moans of your name come out in breaths and he quickens his pace.
âShit, shit, oh fuckâ he grunts as he tugs on his poor red tip and his cum splatters all over his lower stomach.
His head falls back against the pillow as he steadys his breathing.
âFuckâ he swallows hard and pushes the dirty thoughts out of his mind before getting up and showering.
Downstairs you move around his kitchen, a satisfied smile on your face as you plate the food for everybody.
âGood morning, sirâ you beam at rafe as he enters the kitchen.
âI made eggs and bacon with a side of pancakes, your favoriteâ you set the plate in front of him before handing the kids their plates.
Rafe eyes you up and down. From your beautiful smile to the way your ass fits incredibly into your jeans.
âMr. Cameron?â You scrunch your eyebrows at him, snapping him out of his trance. Although too bad for his dick, itâs already standing at attention again.
âIs everything alright?â You try to hide your smirk.
You know everything is not alright.
This happens every time. The dose you give rafe is not enough to make him forget everything, it simply just blurs his mind and he wakes up thinking he dreamt the whole thing.
He clears his throat, âeverything is perfectâ you nod at him before turning around and containing your giggles. You love your job.
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 22: I Won't Be Gentle
Summary: Things begin to develop in your new relationship with Simon, but luck is so rarely on your side.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 7,074
Warnings: Slight NSFW, suggestive content, kissing, dry humping, anguage, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, Ghostâs emotional constipation, angst, a wee bit of horror at the beginning, also a lot of feet in this chapter (gross), oh yeah and did I mention ANGST
A/N: Please don't hate me
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Itâs far too quiet. You can hear the air blowing through the vents, the quiet hum of the fluorescents in the hallway. You push yourself up to sit, the blankets falling around your waist. Itâs still dark out, the blurry time on your clock reading just past 2 AM. Youâre not quite sure why youâre awake, aside from the eerie silence that has settled over the barracks.Â
You push your blankets back, shivering as you leave the warm, cozy comfort of your nest. You shove your feet into your slippers to avoid the cold floor before standing, making your way slowly to your door. Something feels wrong, something feels off. Youâre on guard, listening, waiting for a sign of whatever is causing such a reaction.Â
The click of the lock on your door might as well have been a gunshot in the silence, the sound almost echoing. Any chance of stealth is out the window, so youâll have to be prepared to run in case something happens, in case something is waiting for you on the other side of the door. How something or someone could have gotten in without the guys noticing is beyond you, but you suppose nothing is impossible.Â
You crack the door open, peeking out through the gap, but you canât see anything. No oneâs moving around, no oneâs waiting for you on the other side. The urge to hold your breath is strong as you step out of your room, the silence almost deafening. Itâs too still, not even the sound of snores coming from the other rooms. The stillness is eerie, sending a violent shiver down your spine.Â
You take a cautious step towards Johnâs room, moving on your tiptoes to avoid making any noise. You donât really want to wake him two hours before he normally gets up, but you canât stand the feeling crawling beneath your skin. Even if you just slip into bed beside him, itâll make you feel safer in this ominous atmosphere thatâs settled over the barracks.Â
The sound of shuffling breaks the silence, making you freeze mid-step. Your breath catches in your lungs, muscles tensing as you pray it was just your imagination, or perhaps your own movements that disturbed the unearthly quiet. Time seems to still as you stand there frozen, your heart pulsing in your ears.Â
The sound of shuffling unmistakably echoes in the air again. You donât care how much noise you make as you take off running to Johnâs door, throwing it open in hopes it wakes him immediately before whatever it is thatâs creeping around the barracks finds you.Â
His bed is empty.Â
Itâs made up like heâd never slept in it, the sheets tucked in pristinely, and the comforter perfectly in place. Heâs not in the bathroom either, the door cracked and the light turned off. You walk backwards out of his room, wondering if you had read the time wrong after all, or maybe if heâd just not gone to bed in the first place. You opt for Kyleâs room instead, hurrying to his door before opening it.Â
His bed is empty too, made up just as perfectly as Johnâs. Youâre beginning to panic, your heart thudding faster than it had been before. Your shaky hands fumble with Johnnyâs door across the hall, his room empty and more organized than youâve ever seen it. You even check Simonâs room, a place youâve never seen, a place youâve never been in, but itâs empty too.Â
Simonâs clock tells you itâs too early for them to be up, too early for them to go to their training. They wouldnât just leave you like that, would they? Not even a word or a goodbye? Youâre panicking, breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as you stand in the middle of the hallway. Maybe there was an emergency. Did they say anything about doing training tonight? Maybe this is training, maybe theyâre testing you and what youâll do if they ever disappear. Maybe they want to know exactly what you experienced when they left you the first time.Â
You turn as the shuffling sound gets louder, a quiet whimper leaving your lips as you spot the figure standing at the end of the hallway. Itâs dark, the lights at the end of the hall off. Theyâre never off, the lights in the barracks always on no matter what time it is. Tears sting your eyes as you stare at the shadowy figure at the end of the hall. You canât see their face, you canât tell who it is, but something in the back of your mind whispers that itâs not one of your packmates. Thereâs nothing familiar, no comforting warmth at the sight of them.Â
Fear nearly blinds you as the figure begins moving down the hall, the lights going out one by one as he gets closer and closer. Youâre hyperventilating, your brain screaming to run, but your legs are frozen. Youâre alone and thereâs nothing you can do. Youâre alone and about to die, or worse, and no one will know. It could be days before anyone finds you. The thought of your pack returning to find your mangled body has a sob tearing from your chest, your scream dying on your lips as the darkness finally reaches you.Â
You jolt awake with a gasp, your heart thudding violently in your chest. Youâre shivering, not just from the terror still pulsing through you from the nightmare. The blankets are still pushed down to the end of the bed, leaving you naked and unprotected from the eternally cold barracks.Â
Thereâs a heavy weight against your pelvis keeping you from shifting your position, or even sitting up. The aching in your hips and lower back is starting to register as your brain becomes more and more aware of reality. A glance downward reveals your legs are still tossed over Kyleâs shoulders, the position youâd been in before you fell asleep. Kyle is asleep too, his face squished against your pelvis as he snores quietly.Â
A quick glance at the clock reveals itâs just past 2 AM, your breath catching in your throat. The dream had felt so real, the sensations, the feelings. You pinch yourself, the pain in your back and hips not enough to make you believe you really are awake and not stuck in some nightmare still.Â
âKyle,â You whisper quietly, trying to shift, but the hold he has around your thighs is stopping you. âKyle.â You say a little louder, shaking him gently.Â
He lets out a quiet grunt as he jerks awake, lifting his head from your pelvis. He smacks his lips, releasing one of your thighs to rub at his face. You immediately free that leg from his shoulder, groaning quietly as you straighten it out. The crack of your knee is loud, Kyle blinking blearily up at you as awareness slowly returns to his brain.Â
âI think we fell asleep.â You say quietly, still shivering from the cold and the terror remaining from your nightmare. Youâre tempted to reach out and squeeze Kyle, just to ensure heâs really real, really here with you.Â
âFuck,â He breathes, untangling himself from your body, pushing himself up onto his kees as you straighten out your other leg, sighing at the relief of finally being able to move and stretch your cramped body.Â
He moves from between your thighs, giving you more room to move and readjust yourself into a more comfortable position. You push yourself up higher against the pillows, sighing at the ache in your lower back.Â
âPussy so good it knocked me out cold.â He grins, settling himself down next to you, his hand coming to rest on your stomach. âFuck youâre freezing.â He frowns, finally noticing the subtle shivering of your body.Â
He pulls the blankets up, tucking both of you in before wrapping himself around you like a koala. You turn onto your side, tucking yourself into his hold. He lets out a hiss as your feet touch his legs, his arms tightening around you. You press your cheek to his chest, listening to the quiet, steady beat of his heart. A shiver runs down your spine as the nightmare replays in your mind, feeling just as real as it did when you first woke up.Â
Youâre not entirely sure it didnât happen.Â
You know it couldnât have. You woke up in the same position you fell asleep in, legs thrown over Kyleâs shoulders, his head between your thighs. Heâd laid there, lazily lapping at your folds after making you cum three times until you both drifted off from exhaustion. It might have been embarrassing, had it not been for the time Johnny fell asleep still inside you moments after his orgasm. You had been stuck under him until he inevitably rolled away, starfishing himself as best he could across the small bed.Â
âKyle?â You whisper quietly, not wanting to wake him again if heâd already fallen back to sleep.Â
He grunts softly, likely half asleep.Â
âYou wouldnât leave me without telling me, right?â You ask, not sure if youâre going to get an intelligible answer in response.Â
He shifts just slightly, his arms tightening around you. âOf course not.â He presses a kiss to your forehead. âWeâll always tell you, love. Wouldnât just disappear without letting you know first.âÂ
His words end in a yawn, but they offer a sense of comfort to you. You know you might not always have much notice ahead of time. Sometimes they donât even get a lot of time between finding out about an assignment and when they have to leave. John had warned you about that, that they might have as little as an hour between. Theyâll always make sure you know, though. They wonât just disappear into thin air without so much as a goodbye.Â
It might be their last.Â
You push that thought from your mind, squeezing your eyes shut as you breathe in Kyleâs scent, praying for your mind to go blank.
Itâs like being around a wild animal. Youâre not quite sure what to do. Youâre afraid to move too quickly, to startle him. Despite the confession, despite your intimate moment on the couch in the rec room, you still feel like youâre dancing around him a bit. Youâre not sure where the boundary lies now, whatâs okay and whatâs going too far.Â
He sits closer to you now. On the days where you sit between him and Johnny at breakfast, youâve been close enough to brush arms with him. He stares at you more now too, but less in the way one stares at an annoying fly buzzing around the room, and more in the way one stares at a painting or at the TV when they watch their favorite sports team.Â
He walks slower now, side by side with you, close enough his hand brushes yours every so often. The thought has crossed your mind to reach out and take it just to see what he would do, but youâre not sure you could handle the rejection if he didnât want it. You feel very much like youâre tiptoeing around him, afraid to push too far but unsure of where the line stands.Â
You could just ask him, but youâre afraid he might laugh at you, that he might think youâre stupid for just not knowing. Heâs so intune to you. You saw proof of that in the lingerie store, and how he always knows when you get uncomfortable in the mess. You wish you could read him like that, that you could be as intune to him as he is to you. It might be his training, his years of developing the skills to be attentive to every detail, every scent, every emotion. Or maybe thatâs just him. After years of living the way he did growing up, youâd imagine heâd be good at knowing when someone is upset versus when theyâre not.Â
He could probably read you like an open book, and yet heâs like a locked safe in an armored vehicle. Youâd sooner be able to see through concrete than you would be able to figure out Simon Riley.Â
âYou have to put your feet there?â The low timbre of his voice cuts through your thoughts and you look up at him from where youâre laying on the couch.Â
Heâs staring at you from his seat in the chair, book in hand. Youâre laying on your back on the couch, your legs propped up over the arm with your feet right next to him. You could probably reach out and touch his shoulder with your toes if you tried.
ââS comfy.â You say, going back to your own book.Â
Itâs quiet in the barracks, just the two of you occupying the rec room. John had taken Johnny and Kyle out to do some kind of training or something. You had only been half listening to Simon as he entered the rec room and joined you in the quiet space.Â
âWell, they stink.â He says, pushing them away from his arm.Â
âThey do not stink.â You say, moving your book aside as you pull your foot towards your nose to smell it. âLiar. My feet are perfect.â You move it back over the arm of the couch, putting it closer to him than it was before.Â
âEh,â He stares at your feet for a moment. âI've seen better.â
You gawk at him, looking offended. âWho's?â
He huffs out a laugh. âJohnnyâs.â
You pause for a moment, thinking back to all the times you've seen his feet. âYou're right. He does have beautiful feet. How does he manage it?â
âHe gets pedicures every few weeks.â Simon says, staring at his book. âUsually goes when we return from assignments too.âÂ
You gape at him. âAnd he's never invited me?âÂ
âDon't think he's gone since you got here.â Simon shrugs. âKyle was the one to put him on it. They go together sometimes.â
You continue to stare at him, mouth hanging open in shock. You wouldn't have guessed it. Kyle, it made sense for him. He takes better care of his skin and body than even you do, but Johnny too?Â
âHe likes the massaging part. Says it makes his skin extra soft and smooth.â Simon shrugs. You can imagine Johnny trying to convince Simon to tag along, but the mental image of the giant, imposing alpha in a nail salon nearly makes you laugh.Â
You shake your head, picking your book back up. âI mean, it makes sense, taking care of your feet. They're a vital part of your job.âÂ
âI think they're gross.â He admits, turning the page in his book. âEspecially when they're so close to me.â
âHey, my feet are clean.â You say, poking his arm. âI wash them every time I shower, thank you, and I change my socks every day.âÂ
He pushes your feet away from his arm, letting out a huff. âKeep your trotters away from me.â
âI was here first.â You say, moving them back close to his arm.Â
âYou're such a child.â He says, setting his book down.
âI am not-â The last word cuts off in a shriek as he suddenly grabs your foot, tickling the bottom of it.Â
You giggle and shriek, trying to pry your foot from his hand, kicking out with the other. He catches both, tickling the bottoms of your feet. Your book drops as you twist and wiggle, tears gathering in your eyes from laughing.Â
âOkay, okay!â You say, managing to pull away from him and sit up properly on the couch. âYou win.â
You pick your book back up, curling up against the arm of the couch as you try and catch your breath. You know he's storing the fact you're ticklish away for later, and had you looked up, you would have seen the slight crinkle at the sides of his eyes indicating the smile hidden beneath his mask.Â
âSomethingâs going on with those two.âÂ
âYer right. It's odd.â Johnny says, leaning against the sink in the bathroom. âThey're so...comfortable.â
âNot one tensed muscle or nervous glance.â Kyle says leaning against the wall.Â
âShe's sittinâ close tae him too.â Johnny says. âI think my plan worked.â
âThe panties?â Kyle's brow raises. âThere's no way a pair of panties changed things this much.â
âIt's not just the skids. Thaâ was the push they needed.â He smirks. âThey did the rest themselves.âÂ
âI can't believe it.â Kyle shakes his head. âWhat if it's just a fluke? She was there first and he chose to sit there by chance?âÂ
Johnny shakes his head. âSimon always sits in thaâ chair.âÂ
âWhat if she was too nervous to move after he sat there.â Kyle argues.Â
âWell, thereâs only one way to find out what theyâre really feeling.�� Johnny says, moving towards the door.Â
Kyle follows him out of the bathroom and into the rec room. You don't look up as they enter, Simon barely glancing over the top of his book before going back to reading. Kyle and Johnny share a look before they join you on the couch, Johnny taking the seat next to you.Â
âHave a good afternoon, kitten?â He asks, stretching his arm across the back of the couch behind you.
You nod, glancing up from your book. âYeah, just been reading.
âOh?â He raises an eyebrow, staring at you. âThat all?âÂ
âMhm.â You hum, continuing to read. âYou can turn on the TV if you want.â You say, not even giving him the chance to ask the question.Â
Johnny turns away from you, glancing at Kyle before grabbing the remote off the coffee table. Kyle shrugs, settling into the couch as Johnny flips through channels. You and Simon continue to read, your body curled up against the arm of the couch, closer to Simon despite Johnnyâs arm still draped nearly across your shoulders.Â
A small smile tugs at Johnnyâs lips, a pleased aura nearly radiating off of him. Normally you would be sitting as far from Simon as you could, and you would have leaned into Johnny as soon as he sat next to you. Now youâre sitting as close as you can to Simon, and staying that way. Johnnyâs not even upset by you unintentionally ignoring him.Â
Heâs just happy his plan worked.Â
Itâs not just existing around Simon that has changed since his confession and your moment in the rec room. Training has also changed. Things feel different, stranger between the two of you. Despite the partial lowering of the barrier, it feels as if thereâs a thicker one between you. Is he dancing around you as much as you are dancing around him? Are both of you fumbling to find where the new barrier lies? The thought is comforting, that he might be struggling with this as much as you are.Â
He avoids touching you as much as possible during training, only adjusting your stance when necessary. You havenât done much on the floor either, instead his focus is on working on your kicks and punches again.Â
Heâs as stone-faced as usual, the tenseness back in his body as you throw punches at the bag. Your knuckles hurt and youâre quickly getting tired between the lack of sleep due to your nightly activities with the other members of your pack, your nightmares, and also the thousands of thoughts causing turmoil in your mind. You just want to know where you stand, you just want to know where that boundary lies. You just want him to talk to you.Â
Youâre tempted to throw a punch at him just to get him to do something.
You take a step back from the bag, taking a breath. You want to confront him, ask him every burning question in your mind in a place where it is less likely someone will walk in and see you or overhear. Youâre not sure how much longer you can stand this, how much longer you can do this dance before you lose it. You need to know, you need to place that boundary somewhere so you can stop worrying.Â
âYouâre in your head again.â Simon says, snapping you out of your thoughts. âThatâs going to get you hurt someday.âÂ
âWell maybe I wouldnât have to be in my head so much if youâd just talk to me.â You snap, starting to get frustrated.Â
He shifts on his feet, his shoulders tensing just slightly. Your words and obvious frustration striking something within him.Â
âI just...I need to know what we are...where we stand,â You continue. âI need to know what weâre doing, whatâs okay. I feel like Iâm just tiptoeing and dancing around you and I canât stand it.â
He shifts on his feet again, staring at you blankly. You need him to say something, anything. Itâs not often heâs been quiet, speechless when youâve confronted him. You know youâve put him in a place like you did in the rec room, cornered him in a vulnerable position. You also know thatâs where heâs most uncomfortable.Â
âI...I donât know.â He says, obviously scrambling for words, for something to answer you with.Â
âWell, it would be nice if you figured it out, because youâre stressing me out here.â You sigh exasperatedly. âI just...donât want to make you uncomfortable or do something thatâs going to ruin things.âÂ
âI donât think you could do that.â He says, shifting on his feet again.Â
You blink at him in surprise, not expecting that to be his answer. âI-I donât-âÂ
All thought of moving or defending yourself is out the window as he moves, knocking your feet out from under you and sending you sprawling on your back. Heâs on you instantly, pinning you against the floor. Your breath leaves your lungs as you suddenly find yourself face to face with him, close enough to see the shades of brown in his eyes.Â
âDo you know how long youâve been teasing me, torturing me? How badly Iâve wanted to touch, to feel, to get a taste for myself?â His face lowers towards yours, and youâre certain if he hadnât been wearing the mask, you could have felt his breath on your lips. âWeeks Iâve been forced to sit and listen to you with the others, wishing it could be me, wishing I could have that with you without the risk of breaking you, of ruining everything.âÂ
âYouâre not going to break me.â You say quietly, trying to reassure him like you did during your chat in the rec room. âIâm not made of glass.âÂ
âI canât...I canât risk ruining things for everyone.â He shakes his head, pulling back just slightly.Â
âWhat makes you so sure you will? Have you even considered the fact that I want you too? Iâve been waiting for this for so long. Hell, I would be happy if you just wanted to be my friend. Iâve been trying so hard for weeks just for your approval. I never even thought...â You shake your head. âI never even thought youâd feel like this about me. I thought you hated me for so long.âÂ
Heâs silent for a moment, staring down at you, his eyes searching yours. âI tried to. I wanted to hate you, but I couldnât.â He lets out a long breath. âItâs not fair to either of us, itâs not fair to the rest of the pack if we keep doing this. Itâs fucking us up, Iâm fucking us up. I canât focus anymore. I damn near killed Johnny when I caught your scent on him after you fucked him before training.âÂ
Your face warms at his words. Of course heâd smelled like you, of course they knew what he was up to. âWell, itâs more like he fucked me... It was his idea.â You shrug.Â
âChrist.â He breathes, his eyes darkening just a little.Â
âYou donât have to hold back anymore.â You say. âI-Iâm sorry I never noticed, I didnât figure it out sooner.âÂ
âWasnât your fault.â He murmurs, leaning in close again. âMy own damn fault for being so stubborn.âÂ
âYou donât have to be anymore.â You breathe. âItâs never too late to start.âÂ
You stare up at him as he hovers over you, chests brushing with every inhale. Youâve been this close before, been in this position before, but itâs never felt quite like this. The intensity between you is greater, not just a test of your will, of your strength when it comes to resisting an alphaâs imposing energy anymore. You donât want to fight him, youâve never wanted to fight him in this position. It makes sense now, every time heâs forced you out of that headspace during these moments hadnât just been to keep you focused on training.Â
Heâs been holding himself back.Â
âI wonât be gentle.â He says, his voice rumbling through you. His words are honest, spoken in truth. You can see it in his eyes, silently conveying the reality if you decide to continue. Itâs a warning, a chance to turn back. Heâs offering himself up raw and unfiltered.Â
âMaybe I donât want you to be.â You counter, eyes fluttering as you stare up at him. âI donât need tenderness, someone to comfort me, to pick up the pieces. Iâll go to John if I need that. Maybe I just want you to be yourself.âÂ
A low growl rumbles in his chest at your words, his eyes darkening as he stares down into your shining ones. The back of your neck prickles as the energy shifts, the tension between the two of you coming to a head as the wall keeping the two of you apart begins to crumble.Â
âIâm not made of glass.â You say, snaking an arm around his neck, his eyes dropping to where your teeth sink into your lip. âMaybe I want someone to be a little rough with me.âÂ
Another growl rumbles in his chest as he leans down even further. You automatically submit to him, tilting your head and bearing your throat to him as youâve done so many times before in this position. He doesnât stop you this time, doesnât force you to turn away as he sinks down completely, pressing his face into the side of your neck. He breathes in deeply, taking in your scent from the source for the first time since your arrival on base.Â
His breath is warm through his mask as he exhales deeply, his body going lax as he practically squishes you into the mat. Itâs not uncomfortable, the heavy weight of him a welcome sensation. It feels like a protective barrier against the world, a comfort knowing heâd keep you safe from any physical threat that might pose itself to you.Â
That is the difference between the two alphas. John can keep you safe from the horrors in your mind, offer you a comfort only your alpha can as he eases your fear and anxiety. Simon offers a protection against the physical, not that John doesnât as well, but it feels different between the two of them. John would stand between you and a gun, while Simon would run headfirst towards the person wielding it towards you without a second thought.Â
Simon shifts just slightly, pulling away from you enough to reach up towards his mask. Your heart stutters in your chest for a moment at the thought of him taking it off, allowing you in enough to see his face. Youâre nowhere near that close yet, you know that logically, but the idea excites you.Â
He tugs his mask up over his nose before pressing back into your throat, his hand slipping under your back to press you tighter against him. A shiver runs down your spine as his skin presses against yours, warm and slightly sweaty from training. You donât care as he inhales deeply, taking in your scent unfiltered. His exhale is warm and shaky against your skin, his lips slightly chapped as they brush the side of your neck.Â
Something twists in your stomach as he drags his lips across your skin. Your hand lifts to cup the back of his head, pressing his face further into your neck. You donât care if you suffocate him, and he doesnât seem to care either as his body shifts just enough for him to press his thigh between yours.Â
Your breath shudders as he mouths at your neck, his tongue dragging across your scent gland. Your hips push up against his thigh in response, the friction igniting a fire in your veins. A quiet moan slips through your lips as he drags his teeth across your scent gland, your hips pressing harder against his thigh.Â
âFuck.â He breathes against your skin, his hand dropping to grip your hip as you grind against his thigh, your body feeling electric from his touch.Â
Your head is spinning, your entire body alight with energy as he finally lets go, as he finally loosens that hold heâs been throttling himself with. The sensation of him is nearly overwhelming. His touch, his scent, the knowledge that itâs him. Youâd let him fuck you right here in the training room, right on this mat, if he wanted to. Youâre already wet, soaking into your panties as you grind against his thigh, his muscles tensing under his sweatpants. You're certain thereâs going to be a wet spot against the fabric, something that canât be explained away by training.Â
The thought of him finally wearing your scent thrills you.Â
His hand holds your hip, guiding your movements as you work yourself up. It would be perfect, him giving you your first orgasm just like this. Fully clothed in the training room, the place where your relationship has been tested, where the boundaries have been pushed the most.Â
Alas, youâre not so lucky. Youâre never that lucky.Â
Both of you freeze as his phone alarm begins to go off, signaling the end of training. It forces you both back into the real world, the electric feeling beginning to fade as the moment ends and the mood in the room shifts. Simon lets out a sigh against your throat, slowly releasing your body as he pushes himself up onto his knees. His eyes are still dark as he stares down at you, your face sweaty, hair sticking to your skin as you lay there on the mat, probably looking absolutely ruined already.Â
You stare at his skin, the only part of him youâve ever seen before. Youâve tried to imagine what he might look like, trying to piece together the rest of his face from what youâve seen.Â
âWeâll continue this later.â He rasps, tugging his mask back down before pushing himself up to go silence his phone.Â
You lay there for a moment, catching your breath. You never thought it would feel like that, like straight energy coursing through you. Heâd barely touched you and you could have cum from that alone had you been given a couple more minutes. His promise of continuing things later has a thrill running through you, a promise of this new relationship building between you.Â
Simon walks you to the mess, your face still warm from what had happened in the training room. His arm snakes around your back, his hand on your hip as he leads you to the line, his fingers tightening their hold on you every time someone passes too close. They all stare at you, all giving you looks. You can only imagine the smell, imagine whatâs going through their heads.Â
They all know. They think you fucked him before coming to breakfast.Â
It wouldn't be the first time you walked in smelling like sex and a member of your pack. Itâs just the first time itâs been him.
Your pack eyes you both as you and Simon take your seats at the table, you sitting yourself between Simon and Johnny again.Â
âBit late today.â Kyle says, giving you both a look.
âTraining ran long.â Simon says, pushing his mask back up over his mouth. Your scent flares a bit as you think about what those lips had felt like on your skin.Â
John eyes you both, all of them obviously picking up on the change. âIâm sure it did. Did you have a good time?âÂ
âWould have been even better if weâd had a few more minutes.â You shrug, trying to hide your burning face in your porridge.Â
âYour punctuality has finally worked against you, Simon.â John says.Â
The alpha shrugs. âDidnât want a grumpy, hungry omega on my hands.âÂ
âIâm not grumpy when Iâm hungry.â You pout. All four pairs of eyes at the table turn to look at you. âOkay, maybe a little.â You admit, spooning a heaping mouthful of porridge into your mouth, hoping the topic of conversation at the table changes so you can cool off just a bit.Â
Your face is still slightly warm as John walks you back to the barracks. Heâs quiet as he leads you across the courtyard, and for a moment youâre worried heâs jealous, or perhaps upset that youâve taken interest in another alpha besides him. He wouldnât feel that way. Simon is part of the pack. Itâs perfectly natural for you to feel a connection with him. Itâs perfectly natural for you both to want to progress your relationship. Plenty of omegas take multiple alphas in a pack. Hell, many of them are claimed by more than just one.Â
âIâm happy you and Simon have finally worked things out.â He says as you stop in front of your door.Â
You turn to look up at him, a soft look in his eyes as he stares down at you. âAbout time, right?âÂ
He chuckles quietly. âYes, Johnny and Kyle were going to lock you two in a closet soon if things didnât start developing.âÂ
Your face warms again just a little. âWell, it is thanks to Johnny that we got here.âÂ
âYes, the skull-print underwear.â John says, smirking slightly. Of course he knows about that. Johnny canât keep his mouth shut. He probably gave them all a detailed description of what happened at the lingerie store. âI much prefer those pink lacy ones myself.âÂ
Your brows lift as you stare up at him. âWhat, these ones?â You tug the waistband of your exercise pants down just enough to show the pink lace against your skin.Â
A low growl leaves Johnâs lips as he stares down at them, his body crowding you against the door. âYes, those ones exactly.âÂ
Your breathing quickens as you stare up at him, your underwear still uncomfortably damp from your little tryst in the training room that had forced Simon to leave you high and dry. How no one else had tried to approach the table from the smell of horny omega you had been projecting through the entire mess is a mystery to you. Then again, perhaps it was your pack that had kept you safe. The threat they posed was enough for all the alphas in the room to resist the scent of your slick leaking into your panties.Â
You wonder how many of them got up to sniff the bench you sat on after you vacated the mess, pressing their faces against the plastic in an attempt to satiate the effect you had on all of them. How torturous it must be, knowing theyâll never have you. An omega right in front of them and their desperation, but they can only look, as the threat of dismemberment is not worth the risk of trying to touch.Â
The thought has your stomach clenching, more slick dribbling out of you.Â
âGot you all worked up, didnât he?â John murmurs, pressing his face against your throat and inhaling. âFuck, thatâs a mixture someone could get drunk off of.âÂ
The alarm on his watch begins to go off, and you half expect him to pull away, to leave you high and dry too, but instead he presses closer to you, his lips blazing a path up the side of your neck.Â
âDonât you have training?â You ask, your voice trembling as he nips at your jaw.Â
âIâm in charge.â He says, pulling away to turn the alarm off before he grabs the waistband of your pants, tugging them down around your knees. âThey can wait.âÂ
He spins you around, pinning your body against your door. You can feel him, hard in his cargo pants as he presses up against you, his breath hot against your ear. He drags his hips against your ass, the line of his cock brushing against the thin material of your panties.Â
âIâve got more important things to see to.â He growls, slipping his hand down the front of your body to cup your dripping pussy through the lacy pink panties.Â
You should have known. You should have known things were too perfect, working out too well. Something always happens, something always ruins it. Something always comes between you, right as things begin to work themselves out, right as you begin to get comfortable.Â
âIâm leaving.âÂ
You blink up at him, the words barely processing in your mind. âHuh?âÂ
âIâve got orders, shipping out within the hour.â Simon says, almost too casually.Â
It is casual to him, though. This is a normal event, part of his existence, part of his normal life.Â
âThe others?â You ask, the words trailing off but you donât need to finish the question.Â
âJust me.â He says, crossing the hall to open the door to his room. You follow, feeling like youâre wading through sand.Â
It almost feels sacrilegious, getting a peek into his room, into his personal space like this. Youâve never seen inside, the few times youâve walked by as heâs exiting, youâve averted your gaze, almost afraid to try and look, to see inside his most vulnerable area. The space where he gets to be himself.Â
Even now you find yourself looking away, turning your gaze down the hallway towards the door. The door heâs going to walk through and disappear for an unknown amount of time.Â
âHow long?â You ask, fighting the urge to look as he moves past the door.Â
âDonât know.â He answers, his voice slightly muffled as he stands behind the door, likely grabbing things out of his dresser. âHowever long it takes.âÂ
You swallow thickly. Of course this is happening now. Of course heâs leaving right when things are starting to happen between the two of you, right when youâve started to get closer, when heâs starting to allow you in. What will happen when he returns? Will things go back to the way they were before, or will they continue as they are now? What if he changes his mind with some distance, with a chance to clear his head?Â
What if he doesnât come back?Â
Your teary gaze snaps to him as he steps back out into the hall, closing his door behind him. You want to beg him not to go, drop to your knees and convince him to stay with you. Heâd never do something like that. Heâd never give up his job, no matter what you said, no matter what happened. Heâll always be a loyal soldier over everything.Â
Even you.Â
âIâll be back,â He says, tossing his pack over his shoulder. âThen we can talk.âÂ
You stare up into his eyes, furiously blinking back the tears threatening to fall. âOkay.â The word is so small and broken sounding. You shouldnât feel this way. Heâs not even your alpha.Â
He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours for a moment, hesitating just briefly before he straightens up, heading down the hallway. You hold your breath as you watch him go, his figure blurring as the tears continue to well up. You should tell him, you should run after him and confess, confess to everything. You should hug him, hold him just one more time because you might never get a chance to again.Â
Your shoes squeak as you race down the hall, throwing the door open. The rain bites at your skin as you run out into it, the weather a perfect metaphor for how youâre feeling inside.Â
âSimon!â You shout his name, hoping he can hear you over the rain.Â
He turns back around to face you, both of you standing there in the rain, staring at each other. Itâs soaking through your clothes, your hair sticking to your face. You can barely see him, your eyes squinting from the water dripping into them.Â
This would be the perfect moment, the scene when you run towards each other and collide in the middle in a passionate kiss that speaks of weeks of longing and desire finally being released. No matter how badly you want to run up to him and kiss him, you know you canât. You want to shout at him, tell him you love him, that you donât want him to go. You want to confess everything, let all the walls down and beg him to stay, to leave this life behind and run off with you somewhere safer, somewhere thereâs no threat of him not coming back.Â
You wish you could see his face, you wish you could read his thoughts, know exactly what heâs feeling right now. Does he feel the same, or are you a fly buzzing around him again?Â
âBe careful,â You shout over the sound of the pouring rain, the things you want to say fading to the back of your mind. When he comes back, if he comes back, youâll tell him. Youâll tell him everything. âAnd come home safe.âÂ
He stares at you for a moment before nodding. âAlways.âÂ
You turn back to the barracks, your shoes crunching on the wet gravel. Your steps are slow, your body still feeling like itâs wading through sand. You turn back, looking over your shoulder one last time at his retreating form slowly disappearing into the heavy rainfall.Â
Johnny is standing in the doorway as you turn back around, holding it open. You approach it slowly, feeling like the wet, miserable rat you probably resemble. Youâre glad for the rain soaking through your clothes and your hair, glad for the droplets streaking down your skin hiding the burning tears sliding down your cheeks.Â
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