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Small list (probably has been done already but I wanted to do my own).
Sort of RPF? Idk. Hinted smut probably (very subtle). I'm here procrastinating from my tasks.
Sight: you can get lost in the blue of his eyes, with that brown freckle he has in the left one. That smile of his looks tender, inviting, and that mess of curls is screaming for you to run your fingers through them.
Taste: the flavor of coffee coming from his mouth when he kisses you in the morning. The taste of his sweat as you lick his neck before taking a small bite.
Scent: his aftershave intoxicating you when he's on top of you, so close you can't breathe anything else. That hint of leather right after he's taken off his filming costume.
Touch: his rough hands caressing every inch of your back, your sides, your legs. That tingle his chest hair leaves when he's on top of you.
Hearing: the sounds he makes in your ear when he's finally inside you. The way he whispers your name when he's blinded by pleasure.
She prepared a small breakfast for the man sleeping in her bed. A pile of pancakes and a cup of coffee. She knew he'll leave soon again, so every morning she got to spend with him was special. With care and love, she brought the food to the bed, where the man was still immersed in his slumber, his nude, hairy torso showing over the sheets, his head titlted to one side, that stubble growing each passing day. Gently, she brushed the hair out of his face, and when feeling the contact of her hand, August Walker turned his head and searched for that soft touch of her, which she gladly gave to him.
"Good morning, sweetheart" she welcomed him.
His eyes opened, a deep blue stare behind a curtain of long eyelashes.
"Morning, love" he muttered.
Small August Walker drabble that popped out just now after seeing that lovely pic.
I found myself missing Dad!Sy and his chaotic family from my earlier story Homecoming, so I decided to bring them back for a little festive drabble!
This was inspired by the 'Santa suit' prompt from the lovely @winter2112rose .
Sacred Heart Elementary’s Christmas party had been a success for everyone except eight year old Alexander Syverson. Still in his elf costume, he slammed the door, launched himself onto the couch, crossed his arms and sulked. Being raised in a military family meant that Alexander didn’t get away with temper tantrums for too long. His father, Jack, peered around the living room door, then searched his wife Sarah’s face for an answer.
“Alex had a bad time at the party.” Sarah’s eyes softened. “Go easy on him, Jack.”
Jack replied with a grunt, then approached his son.
“Hey buddy, Momma tells me you had some trouble at school today, is that right?”
Alexander huffed. His eyes were red and puffy. “Sorta.”
Jack’s brow furrowed. “Whaddya mean sorta?”
Alexander took off his hat, scrunching it nervously in his tiny hands. “Daddy, is Santa Claus real? Emmett McAllister said he’s made up. He made fun of me in front of everyone.”
Jack crouched down to his son’s level. “You know how sometimes I go on secret missions? Ones I can’t tell anybody about?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, a couple years back, I was part of a mission called Operation: NORAD. Do you know what that is?”
Alexander shook his head.
“NORAD is how they track Santa every Christmas. I was one of the guys in the control room, and I saw his sleigh take off that night.”
Alexander’s eyes widened. “Really?” He squealed.
“Really.” Jack nodded. “So whatever Emmett McAllister told you, it’s a load of bullsh-“ He stopped himself mid-sentence – “it’s a big ol’ lie. And you know what else?” He shot his son a conspiratorial grin. “I happen to know for a fact that Emmett is on the naughty list.”
Alexander sat up straight then. “Am I on the nice list?”
“You bet.” Jack ruffled his son’s hair. “The Syversons are always on the nice list. Go on upstairs.”
With that, Alexander shot off.
Sarah leaned against the doorframe. “I know one Syverson who won’t be on the nice list this year.”
“Oh yeah?” He grasped his wife by the waist, pulling her against him.
“Sometimes being naughty is more rewarding than being nice.” She lilted, trailing her hands down his chest, making him jolt a little as she travelled further downward.
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I found myself missing Dad!Sy and his chaotic family from my earlier story Homecoming, so I decided to bring them back for a little festive drabble!
This was inspired by the 'Santa suit' prompt from the lovely @winter2112rose .
Sacred Heart Elementary’s Christmas party had been a success for everyone except eight year old Alexander Syverson. Still in his elf costume, he slammed the door, launched himself onto the couch, crossed his arms and sulked. Being raised in a military family meant that Alexander didn’t get away with temper tantrums for too long. His father, Jack, peered around the living room door, then searched his wife Sarah’s face for an answer.
“Alex had a bad time at the party.” Sarah’s eyes softened. “Go easy on him, Jack.”
Jack replied with a grunt, then approached his son.
“Hey buddy, Momma tells me you had some trouble at school today, is that right?”
Alexander huffed. His eyes were red and puffy. “Sorta.”
Jack’s brow furrowed. “Whaddya mean sorta?”
Alexander took off his hat, scrunching it nervously in his tiny hands. “Daddy, is Santa Claus real? Emmett McAllister said he’s made up. He made fun of me in front of everyone.”
Jack crouched down to his son’s level. “You know how sometimes I go on secret missions? Ones I can’t tell anybody about?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, a couple years back, I was part of a mission called Operation: NORAD. Do you know what that is?”
Alexander shook his head.
“NORAD is how they track Santa every Christmas. I was one of the guys in the control room, and I saw his sleigh take off that night.”
Alexander’s eyes widened. “Really?” He squealed.
“Really.” Jack nodded. “So whatever Emmett McAllister told you, it’s a load of bullsh-“ He stopped himself mid-sentence – “it’s a big ol’ lie. And you know what else?” He shot his son a conspiratorial grin. “I happen to know for a fact that Emmett is on the naughty list.”
Alexander sat up straight then. “Am I on the nice list?”
“You bet.” Jack ruffled his son’s hair. “The Syversons are always on the nice list. Go on upstairs.”
With that, Alexander shot off.
Sarah leaned against the doorframe. “I know one Syverson who won’t be on the nice list this year.”
“Oh yeah?” He grasped his wife by the waist, pulling her against him.
“Sometimes being naughty is more rewarding than being nice.” She lilted, trailing her hands down his chest, making him jolt a little as she travelled further downward.
She prepared a small breakfast for the man sleeping in her bed. A pile of pancakes and a cup of coffee. She knew he'll leave soon again, so every morning she got to spend with him was special. With care and love, she brought the food to the bed, where the man was still immersed in his slumber, his nude, hairy torso showing over the sheets, his head titlted to one side, that stubble growing each passing day. Gently, she brushed the hair out of his face, and when feeling the contact of her hand, August Walker turned his head and searched for that soft touch of her, which she gladly gave to him.
"Good morning, sweetheart" she welcomed him.
His eyes opened, a deep blue stare behind a curtain of long eyelashes.
"Morning, love" he muttered.
Small August Walker drabble that popped out just now after seeing that lovely pic.
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