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Enjin sneaking and slipping into your bed from behind you, slithers his big, inky hands up along the curves of your hips up to the smooth skin beneath your shirt of your rib cage. greedy, inquisitive lips kissing slowly, suggestively at the back of your neck to the slant of your soft shoulder. you softly, tiredly mumble him a whispered enough and he whines a little, continuing on kissing your neck, stopping just at the juncture of your jawline, watching you peer swiftly over your shoulder.
"baby, I've missed you, please let me have this"
"En', no. I'm too tired, I've been on non-stop missions for the past few days, besides..." you slightly adjust yourself a bit, maneuvering the comforting blanket from your body to showcase a deeply nuzzled and coddled Dear sleeping ever so close to your chest. cute tiny little arms holding on to you with a grounding grip, snoring lightly. peacefully.
Enjin groans, irritatingly. slumps his head against your shoulder defeated, then sharply gazes down at the sleeping younger cleaner clinging onto his partner.
"what's he even doing in here anyways? shouldn't he be with Bro or something?"
"Enjin, stop. he had a nightmare, poor baby, and Bro is currently away on a mission. so get over it."
again, Enjin exceeds an annoyed protracted groan, but with more rolled vexation and provocation of not having his alone time with you. and solely, only with you. he rests his chin onto your shoulder, then catches a quick glimpse down at the now awakened young cleaner. smugly grinning up at him, snuggling closer into your warmth and tenderness.
and Enjin could feel his blood vessels pop rigorously along his neck and forehead. the knowing, menacing glint shimmering in the young cleaners eyes, triggering something so frenzied.
if there's one thing enjin will forever love doing, it's teasing the hell out of you. enjin x reader!!
enjin has a multitude of petnames from you, and with every day that passes, you swear each and every one of them becomes more absurd.
you had grown used to semiu snickering and zanka gagging every time he called for you — names like sweet cheeks, little lady, pretty thing, buttercup, princess — but the name he calls you by today? you're positive it can't get any more egregious than this.
"bugaboo? enjin, please tell me i've misheard you."
"hahh? what's wrong with bugaboo?!"
he yelps when you smack his arm before the sound transforms into a hearty cackle, and you resist the urge to smack him again and instead grip his arm firmly
"you are such a jackass! call me that in public and i'll turn you inside-out."
enjin has hearts for eyes when you tell him that, grinning with all his teeth as his fingers tap rhythmically against the steering wheel in front of him. he's driving leisurely today, for once, but the only reason for it was because he wanted to talk with you longer.
"don't say that stuff to me, bugaboo. ya'know it turns me on—yeeeeowch! you smack hard, lady!"
"the kids are sleeping in the back—"
"pshhh, they've heard me say worse," he snickers, and you shake your head in disbelief, flustered and speechless more than ever as you sit back in your seat with a huff
"you're so....ugh." you grumble, and enjin doesn't hesitate to lean over the center console and press a hard kiss onto your cheek. you whine, trying to push him off, but he just presses another one onto your forehead before pulling back
"—i have a colorful selection of nicknames for you, there has to be at least one that you like." he says, and when you don't respond, his eyes light up
"ohh so that's how it is? which one is it?! tell me!" he demands eagerly, but you merely look out the window and ignore him. unluckily for you, enjin loves a good challenge.
"all right then. we've got a bit of a ride ahead of us, so don't think i won't get it out of you, babydoll." he teases, but you merely roll your eyes, squinting to keep a lookout on the road since enjin would rather stare at you than be a responsible driver.
—unfortunately, your boyfriend was equally persistent as he was annoying (which was very much), and he knew you like no other. so, when he finally says the word pretty girl while reciting his long list and sees your lips twitch in his peripheral, his entire face lights up as if he's discovered something sacred and special.
"pretty girl? you like that?" he questions, smooth voice sending shivers down your spine, and when you mistakingly stammer, his eyes sharpen like a predator finding its prey
"aww, don't pout, pretty girl! pretty girl, pretty girl, my pretty girl, the prettiest girl," enjin coos, and your face is positively on fire. enjin's ridiculously loud laughter eventually stirs rudo from his sleep, who sits up with a confused mumble while zanka continues drooling all over the younger cleaner's shoulder — on the other hand, you keep one arm braced against the door so you can get out the moment the truck rolls to a stop
"wha...what's so funny?" rudo slurs sleepily, but enjin only grins in response, yelling at zanka to wake up as he yanks his keys out and chases after you. you're speed walking towards the entrance of hq after prompty exiting the truck the second it stopped, but enjin is quicker, coming from behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind
"you little—" you start, but enjin spins you around in his arms before you can cuss him out, and instead you squeal and tighten your hold on him
"what was that, pretty girl?" he questions with that handsome smirk that sends your heart racing, and the only thing you can do is hide your face in his neck as he throws his head back and laughs at you—again.
you sat curled against enjin’s side. half tugged away underneath his arm while he played lazily with your waist. the common room around you was quiet except for the quiet music that had been so loud earlier.
“you’re pretty,” enjin hummed suddenly.
when you looked up he was already watching you. “yeah?”
“mm.” he grinned lazily. “the prettiest.”
you leaned up with eyes full of love and enjin visibly brightened. his hand slid up behind your neck as he kissed you softly.
oooh, you liked it a lot when your man kissed you all gentle without tongue. his warm lips caressing yours, making you sigh. he hummed in return, clearly pleased. pulling you closer you’re halfway on his lap. his other hand settled on your lap and he caressed you and you just melted.
“you’re clingy today,” you whispered against his lips.
“you complainin’?”
shaking the head you pressed another kiss to his lips. another and another. each one lasting a little longer. enjin smiled, a little smug about how breathless you were getting. your fingers curled into his shirt while his. nose nudged against yours affectionately.
perfect… until you heard the faint rustle of fabric.
enjin and you froze, lips still smashed together you stare at each wide-eyed. slowly both of you turned your heads toward the corner of the common room. and there, sitting perfectly still at the small table near the shelves, was fu.
the poor boy looked like he’d been trying to become one with the furniture.
your soul left your body. “fu?”
fu looked up slowly. his expression was painfully neutral, but the tips of his ears were bright red.
“i didn’t wish to interrupt,” he said quietly.
“you’ve been here this whole time?” enjin asked
“yes.”
you made a strangled noise and buried your face into enjin’s shoulder. “oh my god.”
enjin looked genuinely horrified for exactly three seconds before he started laughing. full ass belly laughing. “you serious?!” he wheezed. “you just sat there watching us make out?!”
fu smiled nervously. “i had my eyes rested.”
“huh?”
“i was tired.”
“you could’ve coughed or something!”
“i attempted to leave once,” fu admitted softly. “but you pulled her into your lap and i feared that movement would attract attention.”
so, where was the hole that’d swallow you whole? enjin was practically dying beside you now, shoulders shaking with laughter while you smacked his chest repeatedly.
“this isn’t funny!”
“it’s a little funny.”
“i leave now,” fu announced and got up.
“yes please,” you said immediately.
“no wait,” enjin interrupted, still grinning like an idiot. “how good was it?”
“ENJIN.”
fu looked between the two of you like he was reconsidering every life decision that had led him here. “you’re both very affectionate.”
enjin looked proud of that. you looked ready for death.
“next time i’ll announce my presence,” fu finally stood up.
“please do,” you mumbled into enjin’s shoulder.
he gave a small nod and walked towards the door. “your relationship is very beautiful.”
then he left and you slowly removed your face from enjins shoulder. your man was still grinning.
“you traumatized fu.”
“me?!” you hissed. “you pulled me onto your lap.”
“and you liked it.”
you groaned loudly. enjin laughed again before pulling you back against him despite your embarrassment. he pressed a kiss against your temple.
“i’m never making eye contact with him again.”
“that’s dramatic.”
“you didn’t see his face!”
enjin kissed your cheek again. “still think you’re cute.”
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every single time you bend down in front of him he smacks your ass like it’s a reflex. like a doctor hitting your knee with that little hammer. he genuinely doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.
when you take off your shirt he hollers, “BOOBIES!” loud enough for half of the cleaner hq to hear. rudo once dropped a wrench because of it.
he got a pic of you in his pocket where you sleep with your mouth wide open, double chin included. he proudly shows it EVERYONE.
calls you baby in increasingly stupid variations. sugarbaby. babycakes. babygirl. babybel cheese. babesaurus rex.
absolutely the type to fake dramatic injuries for attention. “aughhh… my heart…” — “what happened?” — “you looked too pretty.”
if you ignore him for more than ten minutes he starts escalating. first it’s whining. then poking. then laying on top of you like a weighted blanket. “hello? hello? customer service? my girlfriend stopped loving me.”
he cannot flirt normally. ever. he points at you and goes, “that one’s mine btw,” like he found a cool rock.
one time he tried to kiss you smoothly and accidentally headbutted you hard enough to make both of you see stars.
obsessed with making you laugh. if you laugh so hard you snort, he acts like he just won the lottery.
if you’re cooking he WILL appear behind you and steal food straight from the pan while acting offended when you hit his hand away. “wow. abuse. in my own home.”
absolutely the kind of boyfriend who starts fake beef with inanimate objects for hurting you.“this table got one more time to hit my girl before i square up.”
loves putting his cold hands on your skin just to hear you shriek.
kisses you mid-sentence. not romantically either. fully to shut you up because he thinks it’s funny.
every time you wear something slightly revealing he malfunctions, in a “walking into walls because he’s staring” way.
would 100% yell “THAT’S MY WIFE!” over the smallest accomplishments. you parallel parked successfully? THAT’S MY WIFE!!!!
he treats your bra like a deadly ancient artifact whenever you ask him to unclasp it. “okay wait. hold on. i almost got it. why’s this built like a fucking escape room?”
once tried to carry you bridal style to be romantic. immediately dropped you both onto the couch because he tripped over absolutely nothing. another time he knocked you out on the doorframe.
if you’re shorter than him he rests his chin on your head constantly. if you’re taller than him he still tries. the posture is horrendous.
shamelessly fishes for compliments. “babe do i look sexy today?” — “you’re wearing one sock and my shirt?” — “answer the question.”
he sees you naked and suddenly turns into the loudest man alive. “WOOOOOOO!!!!” then rips his shirt off like in the werewolf meme.
genuinely thinks couple arguments can be solved with snacks and cuddles. “okay but what if we held hands and got noodles instead?”
the kids tease you by calling enjin and you mom & dad.
The first time it happened you almost hurled your jinki across the, now empty, battlefield.
Riyo stood in front of you and Enjin with her arms behind her back. Girl was covered in dirt and fresh scrapes after nearly getting herself crushed during a cleanup mission. You were pissed. And concerned.
“You can’t just rush ahead because you think you saw movement,” you snapped. “What if that thing had gotten you?”
“And if you get hurt,” Enjin added with a sharp glare, “You slow the entire team down.”
Riyo nodded dramatically the entire time, eyes wide with fake sincerity. You wanted to shake her, because you’d be heartbroken if something serious happened to her. Until she opened her mouth tho.
“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed once the lecture ended. “I get it. I’ll keep it in mind, mom and dad.”
You both stared at her. Then stared at each other - a silent dialogue followed. Like you had the gesture conversations with the others, Enjin and you communicated differently.
‘did she really just said that?’ his eyes said.
‘yes. Oh my god.’
‘huh. Odd. But kinda funny.’
‘Enjin!’
‘okay, okay. Not funny.’
All while Riyo grinned watching the two of you. Enjin then turned away to let out a traitorous chuckle and you groaned.
Should’ve been the end of it, right? A funny one time joke. Unfortunately team akuta and their supporters was full of the worst people alive.
Because two days later you walked into the headquarters, carrying supplies as you hear Follo yell from across the hallway.
“Mom said we’re meeting at six, dumbass.”
You stopped dead in the tracks. “Excuse me?”
Zanka immediately pointed at Follo accusingly. “I told him not to call you that.”
“You kind of encouraged him,” Semiu said flatly as she walked by.
Riyo was wheezing in the corner while your eye twitched dangerously. “None of you are funny.”
“Mom’s scary today,” Rudo whispered.
Enjin walked in at the perfect moment (later you’re convinced he waited around the corner, because no one walked in at a more perfect time). “Dad’s here. Everyone behave.”
The entire room burst into laughter. You wanted to die. You wanted to beat up Enjin who looked way too amused for someone who apparently didn’t find it funny.
“You’re enjoying this,” you accused.
“No idea what you mean,” he said, failing miserably to hide his grin.
Is anyone surprised that things only got worse, because Enjin started participating? No? Yeah. Exactly.
One afternoon Semiu sat behind her desk and lazily looked through a magazine while Enjin shuffled by. Then again. He huffed and puffed, all cow-eyed and pouting.
“Are you looking for your wife?” Semiu asked without looking up.
“My wife,” Enjin said loudly. “Took the day off.”
His voice sounded a tiny bit betrayed. How dare you to take the day off when it wasn’t his day off?
“Good for her,” Semiu replied.
“Yeah. My wife deserves that,” Enjin nodded.
Later Semiu told you about this conversation and you almost chuckled. Almost.
However. Bro Santa surprisingly suffered the most from it - mostly because he kept accidentally feeding into the joke.
But for starters. You were helping team child with some equipment. Also because you wanted to hang out with Dear Santa since you became similar to a motherly figure in his life.
It was a fun afternoon… until Enjin walked in. Took in the scene. Decided to open his loud mouth.
“Wow,” he sighed dramatically. “Couldn’t you at least wait until the divorce?”
Bro choked. “Divorce?!”
Team child looked between the two of you in horror.
“What’s wrong with you?” you asked in disbelief.
“You left me for the kids,” he said solemnly and then gestured towards bro. “And… Bro.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“And yet you stay.”
Bro looked genuinely stressed now. “Enjin, I never touched your wife, I swear. She’s just a good friend.”
“Hello?!”
“I know,” Enjin said all serious at the same time.
You kicked him in the shin and swore you still heard him cackle when you were back in your room. And, now all alone, you let out the tiniest amused snort. But it wasn’t funny, okay?
And if we already spill the truth a little here then we need to be completely honest. The dynamic actually fit.
You handled planning, schedules, injuries, and stopping everyone from killing themselves. Enjin handled morale, chaos control, and intimidation.
And together somehow you functioned exactly like exhausted parents managing a group of violent disaster children. And the team knew it.
“Mom, Rudo stole my chocolate bar.”
“Dad, Riyo threatened to shave off my eyebrows… again.”
“Can Mom stop glaring at me like that?”
“Dad said no, so I’m asking Mo.”
“… I never ask Mom anything again.”
Until then it wasn’t that bad. Or at least you thought it couldn’t get worse until you went on a mission together. Because if Enjin could do one thing then it was getting real loud when he was impressed.
A trash beasts twice your size charged towards your team. The force was enough to crack concrete and have the ground shaking. Before anyone else could React you slid underneath. Your jinki activated you drove it straight upward and took it down in one hit. The entire battlefield went silent for half a second.
“That’s my wife!”
Your horrified scream echoed immediately after. “Stop calling me that!”
Riyo nearly fell off her scissor laughing. Enjin shuffled closer, grinning proudly as he helped you up.
Meanwhile Gris looked emotional. “They’re so in love.”
“We are not—”
Enjin showed you off proudly. “Did you see that move?”
“Oh my god.”
He looked genuinely delighted which honestly made it worse. While the whole nickname saga was a joke - at least you thought so - Enjin’s pride about your growth and strength was honest.
And then it happened. You weren’t ready. It was the cherry on top. Corvus, the big boss, decided to join in.
That was the moment you realized there was no escape.
You sat in headquarters one evening with your head resting against the table, exhausted after a fourteen hour mission. Corvus approached you as calmly as ever.
“Have you seen Enjin?” he asked.
Hope blossomed in your chest as you looked up. When was the last time you’ve heard Enjin’s name? And not dad or husband?
Then he casually added, “Your better half, I mean.”
Slowly you closed your eyes. A migraine threatened to grow and take you out right here, right now.
“Please,” you whispered. “Not you too.”
Corvus actually smiled. And because Enjin had the perfect timing injected in his veins he had just walked by, listened and now laughed loudly.
Your head snapped around and yeah, Enjin was smug as hell. But beyond it he genuinely looked happy and proud.
Sighing you hid a smile behind your hand. “Come over. After the mission we deserve a drink… husband.”
Enjin stopped dead in the tracks. Also Corvus looked surprised before he gave you two some space.
“You did just—fuck,” he chuckled and sat down beside you.
Ha! Finally it was you taking the upper hand. At least until he reached into his pocket and pulled something shiny out that left you speechless.
Enjin was obsessed with the sound of your voice. The sweet melody you emitted when you spoke drove him wild. You could even tell him you wished him dead, and his heart would pound like crazy just from hearing it coming from you.
He was obsessed with seeing you wear his uniform jacket, or when you couldn't find your clothes in the morning and opted for his shirt that left nothing to the imagination. He would simply bite his lip and imagine the most insane things with you in them.
"Enjin," you would say, and he would look at you with eyes full of lust, a gleam that not even his Jinki could produce.
"Yes, baby?" he would reply, his hand encircling your waist and pulling you dangerously close with that smile that drove you crazy.
His other hand would move to your face, gently caressing your cheek, his thumb would brush your lips as you spoke, and his eyes would never leave yours. He was simply obsessed.
꒰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ after your miscarriage you pull away from enjin, but this man would never give up on you.
the silence between you and enjin had started long before the blood.
it crept in quietly. jokes that didn’t land anymore, hands that didn’t quite reach other no matter how much you both reached out. the way he looked at you like he was afraid to say the wrong thing, or ask the wrong question. after the miscarriage then the silence became a weight that pressed down on your chest until breathing felt like work.
you didn’t cry the way your friends expected you to. no, you went hollow instead, because your body had failed at something it had already started loving.
it went without a question that enjin stayed by your side. he hovered, he brought your favorite snacks and too many sweets, he cleaned obsessively. he pretended not to notice how you flinched whenever his fingers just got somehow close to your stomach. and at night he held you like you might disappear if he loosened his grip. all while you laid awake, staring at the ceiling and counting everything you had lost.
at some point you stopped letting him see you break.
then enjin came back one day with a kid. rudo was all sharp edges and defensive anger. his eyes too big and tired and too old for his face. you saw the loneliness, and the way he braced for rejection before it even came immediately. something in you cracked open when he looked at you like he didn’t know what kindness cost.
you fed him. you bandaged his hands. you sat by his bed when he couldn’t sleep. slowly, and without meaning to, you poured all the love you’d buried into him.
rudo clung to you like a lifeline and you let him.
you brushed his hair back when nightmares shook him awake. you scolded him gently when he got reckless. you stood between him and danger with a fierceness that scared even enjin. being needed again filled the empty space in your chest enough to make it bearable. but every time you reached for rudo, you stepped further away from enjin.
enjin hated every moment of it, even when rudo deserved to be cared for. his problem was the way you stopped looking at him when you talked. how your laughter came back, but never for him. how your hands were always busy with rudo, always occupied, always unavailable. at night, you turned your back to enjin and curled in on yourself, leaving him staring at the scar the world had carved into you.
he told himself to be more patient with you, because grief took time. he was grieving their little one too, but it was the fear that ate him away slowly. enjin didn’t just love you. you were his home and anchor. you were the reason he survived a world that chewed people up and spat them out bloody. losing you didn’t feel hypothetical - it felt inevitable.
it was also inevitable that one night it broke.
rudo had fallen asleep on your lap, his breathing soft and even. enjin watched from the doorway with his chest tight. for a split second he thought about what could’ve been. hands clenched so tight they shook as he considered his next words.
anger flaring through the numbness, even when you knew how unfair it was. “i already lost everything, enjin.”
“that’s not true,” enjin said, stepping closer. “you lost something. we did. but you didn’t lose me.”
“you don’t get it,” you whispered. “my body—”
“i don’t care,” he cut in desperately. “i never cared about what you could give me. i cared about you.”
the words shattered something fragile inside you. your throat tightened.
“you stopped letting me in,” he continued, tears burning his eyes. “you stopped letting me hold you. you’re giving everything you have to that kid because it hurts less than loving me right now. but i’m still here. i’m still choosing you.”
your breath hitched. everything hurt so much, and you still loved him. you’d always do.
“i don’t need you to be strong,” enjin said softly. “i need you to be alive. with me.”
for the first time since it happened, you cried. carefully you lowered rudo on the couch. then you broke apart in his arms, sobbing until your throat ached, until the grief you’d been choking back spilled out messy and raw. enjin held you like he meant it, like he was anchoring you to the world.
“i wanted our baby so badly,” you whispered.
“i know,” he murmured into your hair. “we’ll want things again. together. when you’re ready.”
“i-i’m sorry, enjin. i forgot you lost her too. please forgive me. enjin, please.” you whispered desperately, clinging tighter to him.
“shh. darling, it’s okay. just don’t let me make lose you too,” he pleaded.
he didn’t lose you, his beloved wife, and you let him back in. that didn’t mean you didn’t stop caring for rudo after that. you took him under your wing and nothing would ever change that bond with him.
in between you reached for enjin’s hand again, and let him kiss your forehead. you allow him to see you on the bad days and the better ones. painfully slowly you rebuilt something new. it wasn’t the life you’d imagined, but it still warmed you from the inside.
one night, you caught enjin watching you and rudo stealing sweets from the kitchen, his expression soft instead of terrified.
“don’t tell on us,” you whispered and enjin chuckled. it was so you. it had his heart swelling to the size of the heaven.
“you’re really still mine,” he said quietly.
you smiled. “i never stopped being.”
he quickly stole you away from rudo, who complained before he ran off to his room with his pockets full of sweets. you’re already distracted, because this time it was you holding enjin first.
“i stole your favorite,” you showed him the chocolate bar in your pocket. “and i’d share with you.”
“yeah?” he grinned. “and what does my favorite wife in return?”
you swatted his chest lightly. “maybe a kiss… or two.”
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♥ unfortunately for you, enjin is a wild sleeper ♥
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for someone who claimed to not like clingy people, enjin sure was persistent about sleeping in your room every night.
“it’s cause you help me sleep better” he shrugged everytime you asked him.
maybe you would sleep better too if he didn’t take up half your bed. obviously, standing at 6’3, enjin was pretty big. you didn’t mind it at all, at least not until he was elbowing your rib cage as you were trying to get comfortable.
“enjin, scoot over” you huffed at him, just to get zero response.
“en—“
you were interrupted by him snoring right in your ear. it was like that every night, but you didn’t think you could ever get used to it.
especially when you woke up the next morning, and found him somehow rolled over onto you, practically crushing you to death! you tried pushing him off, but he was dead weight in this state. thank goodness he woke up just as you were about to start screaming for help.
he didn’t process the situation, not until he looked down and saw your exasperated expression.
“enjin! get off!”
“aw, shit—sorry!”
he rolled back off you trying his best not to laugh.
“seriously, i’m sorry” he smoothed down the patch of hair he roughed up when he was smothering you. “don’t know how that happened.”
he was much calmer the next night, and you actually found yourself drifting to sleep faster than usual—until one of his hands came down right in the middle of your face.
by instinct you yelped, causing him to jolt awake.
“what happened?!” he turned to you immediately.
“you smacked me in the face!”
“for real?”
“yes, for real!”
he let out an awkward chuckle, before bringing you into his arms and lying back down. you were centered right at his chest, feeling it rise and fall at a steady pace.
“maybe this will be better? takes up less space” he offered.