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Sophie Shepard & Dominik Shepard (ME2)
Ft. Cmdr. Kaidan Alenko & Zaeed Massani MIRA'S MORE CANON ME2 "We both did the best we could do underneath the same moon- in different galaxies..." AKA: The aftermath of Lair of the Shadow Broker. Recruiting the Not-Dossier: Apollo. Mass Effect 2: Legendary Edition (2021) + Bonus :)
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obsessed | oscar piastri
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Where You Belong
Pairing: Azriel Ă reader
Summary: last part of "A Helping Hand". When Y/N realizes Azriel is her mate, it's only a matter of who will admit it first.
Warnings: language if you really squint, Azzie being a little (just a little, I promise) cocky, but honestly who can blame him
Word count: 4.5k
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A Helping Hand (part 1), Echoes of the Bond (part 2) + Unraveling Truths (bonus)
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Y/N didn't see anyone until dinner.
She spent the day alone, roaming the family library in the House of Wind, sifting through the books until she found one that piqued her interest. From that moment on, she'd been curled up in one of the cushioned armchairs that dotted the room. Occasionally, thoughts of her last conversation with Azriel interrupted her reading, but she did her best to block them out. She didn't want to think about his mate.
Only when her stomach grumbled did she rise from her comfortable position. Placing the book on the table next to her seat, she left the library and headed toward the dining room.
Indistinct chatter was coming from inside, and she quickened her steps, a smile already on her face as she pushed the door open.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to Azriel, standing in a corner with Cassian and Rhysand. But before she could even consider taking a step in their direction, Feyre appeared in front of her.
âY/N!â Her friend linked their arms to lead her toward the table. âI was just about to come looking for you. Sit next to me.â
Y/N obliged, and everyone slowly took their seats around the table. Though she noticed Lucien's presence seemed to make everyone a bit wary, the atmosphere was lighter with Feyre back with them. Rhys, who was sitting on his mate's other side, looked particularly relaxed.
As food appeared on the empty plates and conversations started around the table, Feyre turned to face her.
âI'm sorry I didn't greet you properly this morning,â she said. âBut my mind was⊠elsewhere.â
Y/N peered over at Rhysand, who was talking to Lucien and Cassian but seemed to be listening to their conversation.
She looked back at Feyre with a smile. âI know, Fey. Don't worry about it. I'm just happy I have my friend back.â
Feyre returned her smile, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. âI am too. I was worried about you, you know. How are you adjusting to this life?â
Taking a bite of her food, Y/N used the few seconds to weigh how much to tell Feyre. She wouldn't usually hesitate â not with her, never with her â but maybe a family dinner right after she'd come back to the Night Court wasn't the right moment for this sort of talk.
âI struggled at the beginning,â she said finally, avoiding details for the moment. âBut Azriel helped a lot, and I'm doing much better now.â
As if mentioning him was enough to summon his attention, she felt his eyes settle on her from the other end of the table. She met his gaze with a smile, and the corner of his lips twitched upwards in response.
âAzriel?â Feyre's surprised tone brought Y/N's mind back to her friend, and the Shadowsinger refocused on his own conversation. Y/N rubbed a little spot on her chest.
âI'm glad he helped,â Feyre continued. âAnd that you're doing okay.â
Y/N nodded and took another bite of her food, but her thoughts were already drifting back to the spymaster. Now that they were in the same room again, she couldnât shake the feeling that something was off, and she kept going back to that morning â Azrielâs words about his mate.
âY/N, whatâs wrong?â
Feyre always had a knack for knowing when something was on her mind. Even when Y/N thought she was concealing her thoughts, the youngest Archeron could pick up on them.
âI was just wondering⊠how does it feel to have a mate?â Y/N asked, her gaze drifting back to Azriel for a moment before returning to Feyre. âI mean, what kind of bond is it?â
Feyreâs expression softened, her eyes settling on Rhysand, warmth shining in them. As if sensing it, the High Lord turned towards her with a smile that spoke volumes about his feelings for her.
âItâs a bond between souls,â Feyre finally answered. âLike an invisible thread binding two people, a tug toward each other. If two mates accept the bond, then they belong together.â
A tug. Y/N had been feeling a tug toward something for a while now. What if it was toward someone instead?
âHonestly, I hope you'll get to experience it one day,â her friend went on. âIt's a connection on a new, deeper level. It's always there, even when you're apart.â
âI hope so too,â she murmured, her hand once more massaging her chest.
There was a pause as they both took a sip of their drinks, the conversation still buzzing around the table. Y/N's thoughts wandered back to Azriel, his quiet presence and the comfort he had provided. There was something more there, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
âHave you ever met Azriel's mate?â she said suddenly, breaking the silence between them.
Feyre's brow furrowed in confusion. âHe doesn't have a mate.â
Y/N's fork paused halfway to her mouth. âHe told me he did,â she said slowly. Something dangerously close to hope stirred in her chest.
Feyre's frown deepened, and she shook her head slightly. âI had no idea.â She cast a glance at the Shadowsinger. âHe never mentioned having a mate. I always assumed he didnât.â
Y/N's heart raced as she processed the new information. Why would Azriel lie about something like that? She glanced down the table at him, her mind racing with questions.
A wisp of shadow curled around his ear, and his eyes slid toward her. He almost imperceptibly raised an eyebrow, but this time she didnât meet his gaze and looked down instead.
âI donât understand,â she murmured, more to herself than to Feyre. âWhy would he tell me that?â
Feyre reached out and placed a comforting hand on her arm. âMaybe there's more to it than just that,â she suggested gently. âHeâs quite reserved. Iâm sure youâve noticed that too.â
Y/N nodded, her thoughts a whirlwind. She knew Feyre was right. She needed to confront Azriel, to understand why he had lied to her or why heâd told the truth to her only and not to the others.
The rest of the dinner passed in a blur, the Inner Circle and Lucien delving into a more serious discussion about war and High Lords, most of which Y/N didnât really comprehend â even less so when her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Azriel and Feyre's words about the mating bond.
As they finished their meal and began to disperse, Y/N wished everyone goodnight and quickly slipped out of the dining room. She needed to be alone, a moment of quiet to think things through before talking to Azriel.
Because things didnât really make sense right now.
Either Azriel had lied, or he really did have a mate. But if that was true, why didnât his friends know? And why would he spend so much time with her and away from his mate?
His mate â the one heâd found just recently, who was as kind and gentle as she was, who he would leave behind every time Y/N needed help.
That last part didnât sound much like the Azriel she'd gotten to know over the last few weeks, though.
With a sigh, Y/N closed the door to her bedroom and started getting ready for the night.Â
Tomorrow, sheâd find Azriel. But for now, all she wanted was to turn off her thoughts, if such a thing was even possible.
Sliding under the bedsheets, she tossed and turned for a while, trying to keep her mind blank and fall asleep instead. But every time she thought she was about to enter the realm of dreams, some kind of insect would fly so close to brush her face and she had to bat it away constantly.
After what was probably the fourth time in just as many minutes, she groaned and finally opened her eyes to find the culprit.
It wasn't a fly, like sheâd thought.
In the dim moonlight, she could just make out one of Azrielâs shadows hovering right over her nose. Sheâd gotten so used to their subtle presence in her room that sheâd forgotten about it. But that tendril was definitely seeking her attention now, and she watched as it surged forward and gently brushed against her cheek.
Something slid into place inside of her.
Azriel's shadows had been with her since she'd been given this room. They seemed to like her, and judging by Cassianâs reaction that morning, it wasn't common to be favored by the dark companions of the Shadowsinger.
And then there was that tug that Feyre had mentioned â a tug toward each other. She had felt it often during the last three weeks and it always seemed to grow stronger when Azriel was close.
It's always there, even when you're apart. She could feel it now too, like a thrumming presence next to her heart.
What had Azriel said about his mate? That Y/N reminded him of her, that they were a lot alike⊠and that he'd found her recently.
Just like she had met Azriel only recently.
She jolted upright as realization settled upon her.
But⊠could it be true? Could it really be that she was the mate Azriel had mentioned? The signs were there, yet he hadn't said anything about it. Not even that morning, when she had blatantly asked if he had one.
Every remnant of doubt and uncertainty faded away when she noticed the rising darkness in the room. From the tiny cracks on the floor and the little gaps under the furniture, shadows were now slithering out of their hiding spots to gather at the foot of her bed, seemingly writhing in what she thought was excitement. The lone tendril that had woken her caressed her cheek once more.
âAlright, alright,â she chuckled, waving it away. âI get it. Heâs my mate.â
The solitary strand stilled its movements, and she took the chance to shoot it a warning look, though she couldnât help the smile on her lips. âNow let me sleep, okay? Iâll talk to him tomorrow.â
She was now too tired to go looking for Azrielâs room. She didnât even know if he was in his room anyway. Besides, this was not a conversation she wanted to have when her mind was a bit sleepy. Better to let the realization fully settle in and deal with it in the morning.
The shadows seemed to understand, because they halted their swirling, and even the stray tendril drew back, returning to the pool of darkness next to her bed.
Y/N lay back down and closed her eyes again. A small smile still graced her lips when she finally fell asleep.
She woke up only a few hours later, her breath gasping and Azrielâs name on her tongue.
A nightmare, nothing more. She tried to calm down, silently repeating it in her head. It was just a nightmare.
But she had to check on Azriel. Her stomach was clutched by an uneasiness that she couldnât shake. Yet she didnât move.
It was the middle of the night. Surely Azriel was sleeping by now, and she didnât want to disturb him, not for something as silly as a nightmare. Heâd done enough for her already.
She tried to go back to sleep, to ignore that invisible thread that was pulling at her chest and the thoughts that kept drifting back to Azriel. But every effort seemed useless.
She sat up, running a hand through her hair. The shadows seemed to stir on the floor as if knowing she was considering getting up.
She had no idea where Azrielâs room was. But after realizing they were mates and now the nightmare⊠she had to see him. It was like a physical need, nudging her to go.
As soon as she rose from her bed, a single wisp of shadow flew from the floor to her, curling around her wrist. She had a feeling she knew exactly which tendril it was.
The bond seemed to pulse in her chest as she headed for the door. But once she was outside, she didnât know where to go. Nesta and Elain were in the same hallway, but what about Azriel? Maybe he wasnât even on the same floor, for all she knew.
The bracelet of darkness tugged her toward the left end of the hallway, and she looked down with a frown. It did it again.
âYou want me to go in that direction?â she whispered, taking a single, tentative step.
A third tug.
This was a potentially bad idea. She should have stayed in bed. Azriel was no doubt sleeping, and she would only bother him.
Yet her feet moved, and she didnât fight the shadow as it guided her through the hallways.
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Azriel knew Y/N had left her room the moment she closed the door behind her thanks to his shadows. What he hadn't expected was that she was coming here, yet a few tendrils curled around his ear, whispering the same word over and over.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
A moment later, he heard her soft footsteps down the hallway. They stopped right outside his door.
He waited for her to knock, but when no sound came, he debated whether he should go open the door and let her know he was aware of her presence.
Just as he stood up, three light and quick taps on the wood resonated in the room.
Azriel swallowed. Maybe this could be his chance to tell her about the mating bond.
He walked up to the door, opening it to reveal Y/N, barefoot and clad only in her nightgown. She was fidgeting with her hands and he could bet he heard her hold her breath when she saw him.
âDid I wake you?â
Azriel glanced down at the Illyrian leathers he was still wearing. âNo,â he answered with a small smile.
Only at that moment did he realize a shadow was wrapped around her wrist, just like that morning. Knowing it had been caught, the stray tendril flew back to hover around his wings with the others. His dark companions seemed to be as captivated by her as their master was.
Azriel took a better look at her. She was beautiful, even with her unbound hair a bit tousled on one side of her head. That detail, and the fact that she hadnât bothered wearing slippers, told him she had slept â at least for a while. But judging by her fidgeting and her presence here, something was gnawing at her.
âAre you okay?â he asked quietly, moving to the side in a silent invite to step in. âDid you have a nightmare?â
She didn't hesitate to walk past him. âYes.â
Her sweet scent filled his nostrils, clouding his mind so much that he barely heard her answer. She was looking at him now, her brows furrowed.
âI thought you didn't have them anymore,â he finally replied.
âNot usually, but⊠this one was different.â He didn't miss the tension in her voice, or how she was avoiding his gaze. âIt was about you, Azriel.â
His eyes widened. If she was upset about something, if he'd maybe hurt her in her dreams⊠but she probably wouldn't be looking for him if that was the case, right?
âIt was about that day in Hybern,â she went on. âBut I wasn't being pushed into the Cauldron. It wasâŠâ
When her voice trailed off and she didn't continue, Azriel stepped closer to her and gently brushed her arm. For someone who'd lived for more than five hundred years, he wasn't sure how to act around her. He didn't know if he was allowed to touch her to comfort her, despite the help he'd already offered her multiple times. Things were different now.
âIt's okay, Y/N,â he said gently. âYou don't need to tell me.â
But she shook her head. âYou were dead,â she murmured, her voice trembling. âIn the dream, you⊠you were dead and I couldn't do anything.â
Before he even knew what he was doing, Azriel wrapped her in his arms. He stroked her hair, his shadows joining in and swirling through her locks.
âI'm alright. It was just a nightmare,â he whispered. He felt a sob tear through her body, and for a horrible moment he thought she'd shrink back into herself like weeks ago.
And so Azriel kept murmuring soothing words while he held her close, to prevent her from turning again into a shell of herself or having another panic attack.
Yet when Y/N pulled away just enough to look up at him, her eyes were dry. Azriel could get lost in their depths.
âI know what you are, Az,â she said, and time seemed to slow as his mind came up with all the different possibilities of what she meant.
But what she said after wasn't one of them.
âI know you're my mate.â
Time stopped completely. Azriel froze, his shadows with him, halting their swaying around her.
He seemed to watch in slow motion as she brought up a hand to cup his cheek. As her eyes softened and a smile appeared on her face.
Maybe this was all some kind of dream. Maybe he'd fallen asleep without realizing. But his shadows were whispering to him again.
Real. Real. This is real.
Azriel let himself enjoy it then. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. His hand came up to cradle hers, a small sigh leaving his lips as he relaxed.
âYou are my mate.â
How she knew, Azriel had no idea. He knew for a fact his brothers and Amren â the only ones who had figured it out â wouldn't tell her before he could. And if Y/N had pieced it together herself, it still wouldn't matter.
The only thing that mattered was that she was here now, and she didn't seem upset or angry.
âI'm sorry I didn't tell you,â he finally replied. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling up at him.
The sight threatened to make him crumble. He wanted to pull her closer and kiss that soft smile.
Y/N just shrugged. âIt's alright. I'm not sure I would have understood it if you'd told me sooner.â Her thumb brushed against his cheek before she stepped back, and Azriel reluctantly let go of her hand and mimicked her movement.
âBut you could have told me this morning,â she added, her tone amused. âWhen I asked if you had a mate.â
Azriel ran his fingers through his hair as he offered her a small, nervous smile. âYou caught me off guard. It doesn't happen often.â
âOh?â she chuckled, the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. He even forgot to say something else.
Instead, he reached for the bond he'd kept buried deep down and let it come back to the surface. He gave it a tentative, gentle tug and watched as Y/N tensed and her eyes widened, her hand going to that spot he'd seen her rub multiple times already.
A moment later, he felt her tug back. And knowing she wasn't running away from it, from him, he closed the distance between them once more. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back and earning a small gasp in return. The need to kiss her was taking over his senses and he struggled to keep control.
Normally he'd go for it, the fact that Y/N didn't pull away and instead seemed to wait for his next move enough to tell him she wasn't going to reject him. And if she were any other girl, he'd do it. But with her, he needed to be sure. He didn't want to rush anything.
âDo you still think what you said earlier?â he asked in a hushed tone. âThat my mate was lucky to have me?â
âI'm only more convinced of it now that I know it's me,â she murmured. Her smile lit up her whole face as she moved even closer. âI'm lucky to have you.â
For the first time in centuries, Azriel was feeling overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by her scent now permeating his room, by their bodies brushing against each other, by the mating bond finally out in the open and not hidden in the depths of his soul.
âNo, I'm the lucky one to have you, Y/N.â
Their eyes met again and he was about to ask her if he could kiss her â Cauldron, he might even beg for it â when her gaze dropped to his lips. He waited one heartbeat, two, but when she still hadn't looked up by the third one, it was both the confirmation and permission Azriel needed.
With his hand still cradling the back of her head, he pulled her closer while he leaned down. They met halfway and Azrielâs first thought was that he would gladly stay like this forever.
Her lips were soft and warm, and they parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. He felt her hands on his chest and his wings rustled quietly behind him, an involuntary reaction to her touch.
His fingers tightened in her hair and when she moaned softly against his mouth, Azriel knew he was a goner.
But Y/N pulled back, the absence of her lips on his like a sudden emptiness in his heart.
Her cheeks had taken on a light shade of pink that made him smile. He was so lost drinking her in that he almost missed the words she whispered.
âStay with me tonight.â
His smile widened. âYou're in my room, Y/N.â
âRight.â She chuckled even as she blushed, the sight endearing. âThen let me stay with you for tonight.â
Azriel tucked her hair behind her ear. âYou can stay with me every time you want. Every night, if that's what you wish.â He leaned down to press a tender kiss to her lips. âWait in bed. I just need to get changed.â
She nodded and stepped back, his hand falling away from her cheek.
As he moved towards his drawer, the shuffle of the sheets brought a smile to his lips. He fought the urge to turn and see her lying in his bed. His mate, in his bed. Something he had almost stopped hoping for, after so many centuries.
Eager to join her, he quickly took off his Illyrian leathers to replace them with his sleeping pants.Â
He didn't need his shadows to whisper in his ear to know she was watching him. He paused just as he was reaching for the shirt and lifted his head instead.
âLike what you see?â he asked, a teasing not in his voice.
The only answer he got was a low mumble that he couldn't quite make out, which only made his smile widen. Cauldron, he really wanted to turn around and see her face. He was ready to bet she was blushing.
Deciding against wearing his shirt â definitely not because he was a smug bastard who wanted to see her reaction â he turned and walked towards the bed.
He was rewarded by Y/N quickly looking away, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red as she lay back down.
Azriel chuckled, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. A part of him felt a twinge of guilt, maybe he should have donned the shirt to spare her the embarrassment. But he couldn't deny he enjoyed seeing her flustered.
With a swift movement, he joined her under the bedsheets. âY/N,â he called gently. âYou know you don't have to shy away, right?â
He ran a hand down her spine and felt her shiver through the thin fabric of her nightgown. âYou're my mate,â he continued. âYou can look as much as you want.â
She scooted over until her back was pressed against his chest. Azriel immediately wrapped her in his arms and relished in the way her body seemed to fold into his, like that's where she belonged.
âThose are dangerous words, Azriel,â she warned. He could hear amusement in her voice and he knew she was smiling.
âWhy?â
She intertwined their fingers and, to his greatest shock, brought them up to her lips and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand.
It had been decades since Azriel had learned to accept his hands and his scars, decades since he'd stopped hiding them with gloves or in his pockets. He'd done horrible and unspeakable things with those hands, but to protect his court â his family â he'd do them again. And yet to have Y/N, his mate, openly kissing them so tenderlyâŠ
He wasn't sure he was breathing.
His shadows curled around his ear, whispering something about an answer, and he realized Y/N had turned her head to look at him. She was frowning, the expression creating a small crease between her brows that he had never noticed before.
âYou didn't hear what I said, did you?â
Azriel felt a heat creep up his cheeks. âSorry,â he murmured.
She only smiled, turning around again. âI said that I might not stop looking then.â
His arms held her tighter, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their bodies. As he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, he whispered, âYou're very beautiful too, Y/N. I've had a hard time not staring at you since the moment I met you.â
With their joined hands resting close to her chest, Azriel could feel her heartbeat increase. Grinning from ear to ear, he waited as she shifted a bit like she was debating whether to turn around in his arms or not. But she eventually settled against him again and murmured a thank you.
Shying away from compliments, then. He would remember that. And he would shower her with compliments until she too believed she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on.
He wanted to start now, to make her turn around and kiss her again till their lips were swollen. Instead, he draped his wing over them, creating a little cocoon of darkness and warmth where only the two of them existed.
âItâs quite late,â he murmured against her neck. âWe should sleep.â
 She hummed in agreement. âGoodnight, Azriel.â
âGoodnight.â
He closed his eyes, ready for the long hours it usually took him to fall asleep. It wasn't until he heard her voice again that he realized he was already falling into a peaceful slumber.
âAz?â
âMh?â
Her voice was a whisper, barely audible even in the silence of the night. âThis morning, when Cassian mentioned having the biggest wingspan and you snapped⊠is that a mate related thing, or just Illyrian?â
He had no idea how she'd come up with such a question at this hour. Smiling at her innocent curiosity, he tried not to let his mind wander into dangerous territory.
âI'll explain another time,â he mumbled. âGo to sleep, Y/N.â
She giggled, the sound like music to his ears. And with his mate in his arms â her scent filling his nose, her hair tickling his neck, her soft body pressed so perfectly against his â he knew he wanted to sleep like this every night.
After centuries of searching, Azriel had finally found the place he belonged.
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âHey Stranger!â : ÌÌâ Max Verstappen
summary: with your conflicting schedules, match day always clashes with race day. it means itâs been a while since youâve seen max, until you pull a few strings đ„ș
pairing: max x footballer!reader
face claim: lucy bronze
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maxverstappen1: another brilliant race here in japan, the fans are always incredible đŻđ” see you all next week at silverstone đïž
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username1: such an incredible race max, super job đđ»
ynusername: you were incredible, even if I did have to wake up at 3am to watch đđ
maxverstappen1: @/ynusername you didnât have to do that sweetheart đ„ș
username2: the end photo omg đ
redbullracing: we were never in doubt in the garage, fantastic race max â€ïžđ
schecoperez: at least this week you managed to make it to debrief before giving yn a call đđ»
username3: idk how you and yn do it on the opposite sides of the world together
landonorris: why does that last photo look like something out of a cheesy romcom??
maxverstappen1: @/landonorris itâs better to have a long distance gf than no gf at all đ
username4: shame yn couldnât be here to support you, Iâm sure sheâs so proud of you though â€ïž
username5: idk how you and yn do it with all the events you miss out on for each other!
charles_leclerc: such a dedicated boyfriend!!
username6: and you absolutely know heâd be rushing back to check ynâs game after the media too đ
carlossainz55: that last photo is one way to ruin your cold exterior image verstappen đ
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ynusername: finishing the first half of the season with another W on the board, looking forward to a week off before kicking on to make sure weâre lifting that trophy at the end of the season âœïžâ€ïžđ
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username7: enjoy your week off ynâŠyouâve so earned it đ„ș
landonorris: man utd would be a much better team to play for btw⊠đ
username8: i wonder what your plans are for your week off đ€
maxverstappen1: youâve been amazing so far, so proud of you đ«¶đ»
username9: pls say this means we now get some yn and max content againâŠ
alexiaputellas: our squad is so much greater for having you in it â€ïžđ
username10: could not be more confident that barcelona are winning the title again this year đ
leahwilliamsonn: donât forget all your friends back in england over the break đ
username11: stay safe, we need you if weâre in with a shout of winning the league đđ»
ellieroebuck_: shout out to my personal tour guide for the next seven days đ
ynusername: @/ellieroebuck_ đ«Ąđ«Ąđ«Ą
username12: not yn and max spending their evenings cooking on ft together!!
keirawalsh: canât wait to spend the next couple of days annoying you đ
ynusername: @/keirawalsh I wouldnât have it any other way!
username13: I just love how dedicated the two of them are to spending time together đ„ș
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ynusername: nothing like the spanish sunshine to help with a bit of rest and recovery âïž
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username14: ngl my heart broke a little to see no max around đ
schecoperez: max has not stopped moaning about how bitter he is that youâve got the week off!
ynusername: @/schecoperez he gets three whole weeks off in a bit itâs not fair đ
username15: glad to see a smile on your face girl đ„ș
landonorris: itâs alright for some đ
ynusername: @/landonorris jealousy was never a good look on you norris
username16: wondering who it was that took these photos???
maryearps: damn that spanish sun looks like itâs been treating you well đ
username17: what I would give to live in spain and enjoy that weather on my doorstep
maxverstappen1: looks like youâre doing plenty of hard work đŹ
username18: why do I get the feeling max is not impressed đ
ona.battle: itâs been three days and I already miss you đ«¶đ»
username19: poor max wishing he was there
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f1gossip: eagle eyed fans managed to pap the moment yn yln managed to surprise max verstappen at silverstone this weekend. one fan told us yn came up behind max, tapped his shoulder and simply said âhey stranger,â before leaping into his armsâŠtalk about romantic đ„ș
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username20: I canât believe some of you actually thought yn wouldnât bother with max wtf
username21: âhey strangerâ sounds like a line from a movie đ
username22: my two favourite people reunited!!!
username23: poor max who thought yn was actually enjoying her summer without him đ
username24: all these years and theyâre still surprising each other đ„ș
username25: no one can convince me that these two arenât the cutest couple on the grid
username26: keep refreshing social media in the hope that someone recorded this momentâŠ
username27: look at that smile in the first photo omg â€ïž
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maxverstappen1: my lucky charm here to see me through and get me to the top of that podium this weekend âșïž best surprise ever đ
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ynusername: wouldnât have missed it for the world, so so proud of you đ«¶đ»
maxverstappen1: @/ynusername you really are the best â€ïž
username28: Iâm so happy yn got to finally be there to see you get a race win đ„ș
landonorris: I only let you win cause I knew your girlfriend was watching đ
username29: not max calling yn his lucky charm, my heart đ
redbullracing: congratulations on yet another p1 max đđ»
username30: such a good race, congratulations max!!
keirawalsh: Iâll forgive you for stealing my girl seeing as you got the win đ
username31: bet thereâs going to be some incredible celebrations tonight đ„ł
username32: I canât with how proud yn looks of him eitherâŠ
oscarpiastri: reckon you could at least leave the paddock before throwing yn over your shoulder đ€
username33: Iâve been waiting to see a post like this for so long đ„ș
danielricciardo: forget the win, I was just happy to see yn again after so long!!
ynusername: @/danielricciardo secretly I only actually came to silverstone for you đ
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ynusername: reminding ourselves how nice it is to cook and eat dinner in the same room again đ„șâ€ïž
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username34: I never want you two to be separated again đ
landonorris: youâre not allowed to keep him forever btw - he needs to come back to us!
username35: Iâm still not over the fact theyâre finally reunited
username36: look at the smile on ynâs face, thatâs definitely the max effect!
danielricciardo: Iâm just glad that it was you cooking and not max đ
ynusername: @/danielricciardo Iâve been with him long enough to know better than that đ
username37: the holding hands âșïžâșïžâșïž
lewishamilton: remind me to block you two when summer break comes around so I donât have to deal with your sickly sweet posts đ
username38: now I remember why this is my favourite duo in the world
maxverstappen1: the best couple of days with you đđ
username39: a relationship like this in the future pls đ„ș
charles_leclerc: do you guys ever plan on not being adorable???
username40: forever my two favourite people â€ïž
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Hello! I have a story idea but idk if it's thirst or not. I honestly don't know the difference between thirst and a normal fic ;-;
But here:
G!P Reader x Signora
Reader is one of the adopted children of Arlecchino. Signora visits the children with gifts from time to time and while others are afraid of her, reader is the only one seeking and looking forward to her visits. Reader would always tell her she loves her and wants to marry her in the future and Signora would laugh and just say yes thinking it was just child talk. Time skip to when the reader grows up and she starts actively pursuing Signora (Signora doesn't age and all so :3). Signora would act annoyed but on the inside she gets all flustered whenever the Reader flirts with her or gives her gifts. Signora eventually gives in and gives love another chance. Ultimately leading to a more intimate relationship.
Sorry if it's a long read. I got this idea because of that one Arlecchino voice lineđș
Idk if this is thirst worthy or not. Feel free to walk past this if it's notđ
Hii, it's okay anon I don't mind the request~
Ngl this would be.... questionable, to say the least, if it was any other situation. But as you said since Signora doesn't age, or is at least already way older than most mortals, it's honestly so sweet to think about. It's like a dream come true, imagine the random pretty lady you had a crush on in childhood and grew up to love đ„č
18+ CONTENT
Game: Genshin Impact
Characters: La Signora x g!p reader
Type: Fluff and smut
Long fic like really long, I honestly loved the scenario so I wanted to write it properly. Also note I haven't done Arlecchino's SQ so apologies if some stuff is inaccurate.
You were 10 years old when you first laid eyes on her, the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. She walked inside the mansion with her heels clinking, a big cape dragging behind her, long shining blonde hair that reached her hips with 2 rose buns tied above, a small butterfly clip on one side of her hair, a strange embroidered mask that covered her right eye and cheek, red lips and her free eye that scanned the surroundings.
You were spellbound as soon as she walked in, and so were the other children as they excitedly sprinted towards her to greet her. It wasn't every day you had such visitors; this woman gave an aura of authority and elegance as if you can't just say anything to her but the children clearly didn't catch that and were more excited to meet this new visitor. However, the woman's reaction caught everyone off guard.
"Do you teach them nothing, Knave? They don't even know the Harbingers they'll be assisting when they grow up, much less know the appropriate manners when in their presence." the woman harshly spoke with her eye squinted as she glared at each of the children in front of her, making them flinch in cowardice.
"....I know what and how to teach them plenty well, Fair Lady. You need not concern yourself with the affairs of the House." your 'Father' replied in a slightly annoyed tone.
"Hmph, such little brats will join Tsaritsa's Army? I better see them grow up to be capable Fatui soldiers, otherwise I'll take matters in my own hands once they come to me."
The woman declared then walked further inside and sat upon the sofa, draping one leg over the other with her arms crossed over her chest. The children stared at her in silence and hesitated to say anything then she looked at them again and spoke.
"Well? Am I not even going to be shown some basic hospitality?"
Your 'Father' sighed then instructed some of the children to bring over tea and snacks as prepared earlier. All this time, you were hiding behind a corner and silently observing the commotion but dared not get closer. Your 'Father' noticed you standing and called out to you.
"Y/n, go and assemble the younger ones here. I'll introduce everyone to the esteemed guest."
You nodded and went away to do as ordered, you gathered all the younger children of the house and had them assemble in the living room alongside the previous children.
"Well then, let me introduce everyone. The guest in front of you is La Signora, the Fair Lady, the 8th of the Fatui Harbingers and my colleague. You may call her Lady Signora or ma'am. Now, give your greetings to her."
"Welcome to the House of the Hearth, Lady Signora. We are honoured to be in your presence." all the children spoke together in an almost mechanical tone, this was a common greeting you all had practiced to be said whenever a guest came- which had been quite rare hence you were not used to it but still spoke flawlessly.
"Hmph, that's better now. Go on, tell me your names." Signora spoke and turned to face you all in anticipation. The children spoke out their names one by one and Signora surprisingly listened intently as if she was remembering everyone's. It was eventually your turn and you hesitated for a moment then softly spoke.
"Y-Y/n.... nice to meet you, ma'am."
"Hmm, that timidness won't do for someone your age. Have more confidence befitting a Fatui."
"Y-Yes ma'am!" you said with a bow and everyone around you chuckled at your state. You hated experiencing this, the laughing and mockery from others younger than you. Soon everyone had told their names and you all were dismissed as Signora proceeded to drink her tea and your 'Father' had to keep her company out of obligation. You had barely turned around the corner of the room when you heard the two of them talk and decided to listen in.
"What is your intention for coming here unannounced, Fair Lady?"
"My, are you also going to uphold Crucabena's rule of prohibiting us Harbingers from visiting?"
"I simply wish to know if you have been sent here by the Doctor, and if the two of you have some hidden motives. You must be aware of 'Mother's' previous dealings with him."
"Hmph, I have no connections with him. He does what he pleases and I do not barge in. My area of responsibilities is different."
"I will trust your word then. But that still doesn't answer my first question; what are you here for?"
"You have a knack for putting your nose in other people's business, don't you, Knave?"
"I believe the business here is completely connected with me and I cannot be excluded. So yes, I will question you until you answer."
You could tell your 'Father' wasn't pleased with her visit, especially since it was unannounced. You too wanted to find out more about this mysterious lady who was one of the Harbingers.
"Fine, satisfy your inhibition then. I was merely curious as to your operations, your methods. Now that you have replaced Crucabena, it seems I'm not the only one sceptical of your competency..."
Signora paused and put her tea cup down as a smirk formed on her lips, "....I'm here on behalf of Her Majesty herself. This is one of the things in my area of responsibilities. You'll do well to remember this, Knave."
"Huh, so you are here to snoop around and report to Tsaritsa if the House is still useful, is that it?
"If you wish to put it that way."
Arlecchino scoffed and stood up then excused herself out. You quickly ran away to the common hall as Arlecchino approached where you were standing and tried blending in with everyone before she could become suspicious of you. Signora left without announcing her return just as her arrival and the children finally eased out and started talking amongst themselves.
"That lady was so rude! Are all Harbingers this way?"
"She looked so pretty... but she was so mean...."
"Hey, will we have to join her unit when we grow up? I don't want to...."
Everyone showed clear disdain for her and wished she'd never come back, you too had similar thoughts but you felt she wasn't as bad as everyone thought. You remembered how she scolded you to be better, you thought you would feel hurt but instead you felt slightly motivation. You were treated as an outcast in the House, you didn't get along with other children but being one of the oldest you had to take care of them alongside Arlecchino.
You thought Signora would never visit again, but here she was just a week later. This time, she had some packets kept in the lobby and waited for the children to gather around her. Everyone looked at the packets in excitement and anticipation, expecting some kind of gifts. Arlecchino walked in with the remaining children and glared at Signora who ignored her then she picked up one box and began announcing.
"Since all of you behaved decently last time, I decided to bring over some presents. However, those who dislike me shall receive none, so it's better that you change your attitudes sooner than later."
Hearing the word 'presents' was enough to make everyone jump in joy but they held some reservations in front of Signora and acted moderately. You knew they didn't like her, but they pretended well enough in order to receive the presents. She proudly smiled and distributed boxes to everyone, now it was your chance and you walked up to her to receive yours.
"Since you are the oldest, I expect you to do well with this." she said while giving you your present.
"Thank you, ma'am." you earnestly thanked her, truly grateful for the gift, but you didn't know if she could tell that among everyone else who were simply pretending.
Your second meeting with her was different and more positive; but it seems first impressions were hard to forget so every time she came now, she brought over gifts. You, meanwhile, came to like her company a lot. While other children maintained distance from her, you got the chance to get close and talk with her. She seemed to appreciate your bravery and intelligence for choosing to interact with her over running away like everyone else.
Soon after, you no longer accepted her presents. Instead, you looked forward to her visits just to be able to see her and spend time with her. She visited once or twice a month mostly, sometimes once in two months if she was extra busy. She seemed to travel around a lot since she often brought souvenirs from other nations, but you preferred listening to her talk about what she did and saw.
"Ma'am, will you marry me when I grow up?" you suddenly questioned her one day while you escorted her to her ship. The question caught her off guard to a great extent, so much as so that she coughed and hid her blushing face before replying in her usual prideful manner.
"Such insolence.... kids these days are really unruly. Hmph, you'll have to do far better than that if you expect me to marry you, brat~"
You excitedly nodded, "I will! I promise I'll make you fall in love with me!"
Signora chuckled and patted your head in return. That was the first time she touched you in any manner, you knew she didn't take you seriously and discarded it as a child's ramblings. But you were determined to keep up your promise. For this, you knew you had to work hard and what your destination was.
"Father, may I make a request?" you went to Arlecchino one day after dinnertime to discuss with her privately.
"Hm, very well. What do you want?"
"I....I wish to train from you, combat training and anything else that's required to be in the Fatui."
"So that means you have decided to join the army once you grow up, is that correct?"
"Yes, I'm certain. Please train me, I humbly request." you spoke with a bow.
Arlecchino stared at you in silence as if she wanted to question your reasoning, but she decided against that and instead agreed to your request.
"We begin tomorrow. 5 am in the arena."
"Thank you, Father!"
Training with her was nothing short of grueling and hardcore, she didn't hold back and taught you everything as required. You learned various weapon skills in addition to strategies and tactics. Years passed as this routine continued, you were now 16 and changed significantly. Many children in the House had already left to pursue their own dreams as allowed by Arlecchino, this would have been impossible in the presence of the previous Knave.
It was time for you to choose your own path as well, which you had already decided long ago. Arlecchino called you to her office one day to discuss the same. She was, of course, aware of what you wanted. But she wanted a final answer now, and perhaps even satiate her curiosity finally.
"Thank you for all the time and energy you gave to train me, Father. I'm forever indebted to you. I will be sure to not disappoint you." you said with a bow and Arlecchino nodded.
"So, I understand your goal hasn't changed. You still want to join the army in Snezhnaya?"
"Yes, Father. I never once thought of anything else."
"Very well then, answer my question and you are free to go."
"Yes, Father."
"What is your reason for joining? You saw everyone else left to pursue a better life, you have been well aware of what constitutes being in the Fatui. So tell me, why do you still pursue this?"
You pursed your lips, you weren't surprised by the question.
"Because I want to help accomplish Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa's dream with you all. I want to walk the path of ice and destruction with my fellow Harbingers and create a new world together."
Arlecchino stayed silent for a while then let out a sigh, "A better answer than what I was expecting, you have surpassed my expectations. Very well, I shall have your name drafted right away."
"Thank you, Father. May I make one last request of you?"
"Go on, consider it your farewell gift."
"....If it is in your hands, could you assign me under Lady Signora?"
Arlecchino's eyes widened and a small smirk formed on her face before she replied, "Hm, it is not in my hands but I can recommend to the person responsible and they are more than likely to accept. However, the Fair Lady's unit may be a waste to you. She is a diplomat and engages in diplomacy related missions mostly, your skills are more suited for The Captain's unit."
"I...I appreciate that thought, Father, but I'd be grateful if I could be put under Lady Signora, please."
Arlecchino was intrigued, but not surprised. Truthfully, she always had a hunch about your true feelings for a long time. It was not hard to notice your attraction towards her colleague once she observed how much you clung to her whenever she visited, her colleague also admitted you were the best kid in the bunch and you both got along better than others.
"Alright, you are dismissed. Pack your things, you will depart tomorrow."
Just like that you were in Snezhnaya within a few days, the land of freezing landscapes and mountains under a blanket of stars and colorful lights. You were closer than ever to the promise you made years ago; perhaps it was foolish to pursue such a goal, Signora was a Harbinger, after all. You would merely become her subordinate now and from what you knew about her, she was very strict and hard to please.
Well, you had already seen some of that prideful side of hers as a child. But you also knew she cared much more than she let on. All these years when she came to the House, she presented no ulterior motive and even her previous statement to Arlecchino about being sent on Her Majesty's behalf looked like a fluke. You had sometimes caught her being happy surrounded by children, she really came just out of her heart's desire for love.
By next week, you were assigned to your unit and as you had hoped, you were in Signora's unit. She called all the new recruits to the training arena for your first brief session. You never told her that you planned to join the army, much less her own unit. You doubted Arlecchino would have disclosed it either so you assumed she may become slightly surprised seeing you. A chill flew through the hall as the door opened and your superior walked in.
"Begin with attendance right away." she ordered one of her subordinates who took out a list and began calling out names.
"Y/n Snezhevna" your name was called out after a while.
"Present!"
You looked over at Signora to see if she reacted in any manner but her face didn't shift from the cold, uncaring expression at all. She silently stood in front of you all and observed each and every one as if judging their competency right on spot, you wouldn't be surprised if she really was able to tell people's skills by just one look. After attendance, she introduced herself and gave a briefing about the Fatui's goal, Tsaritsa's noble dream.
You couldn't help but feel motivated and inspired with the way she talked about Tsaritsa's dream; you could tell she respected her a lot and worked hard to achieve the dream and she naturally expected the same from her own subordinates. You felt eager to work for her, she was as you had expected- strict, cold, relentless in work and tough to please. She paid no special heed to you; well, good thing you had prepared yourself for this.
It took lot of effort to make her open up to you- several early mornings of greeting her before anyone else, giving her flowers to start her day brighter, late nights of staying back for her and escorting her home, ranking the best in training so she'd choose you to take on missions- it took several months of all of this before she finally acted slightly more than your boss.
"Y/n, I'm going to the House next week. Come with me."
She hadn't been able to visit in a while; in fact, this was the first time she'd visit ever since you joined her unit. You agreed with no hesitation and by next week found yourself back in your home, the place you grew up in and made you into the person you are today, the place where you saw the woman you love who was currently standing beside you. You helped her carry the presents she bought along and distributed them to the children.
"There are less children here than before, did so many leave this year?" Signora questioned you.
"Yes ma'am, I'm the only one who joined the army. Others..... betrayed."
You carefully chose your words, you still had to abide by Arlecchino's rules and you couldn't disclose the truth. Signora hummed then crossed her arms over her chest, "I saw potential in some, it's a shame they left."
She paused and you nodded along then she mumbled under her breath, "Good thing you didn't...."
You didn't hear what she said and she didn't let you ask further. You departed after spending some time and were currently on the ship back to Snezhnaya. Signora called you to her cabin during the journey once, an unexpected call but you assumed she was going to brief you for the next mission. However, it was something entirely different.
"Say, Y/n, did Knave make you join the army because of your skills?"
"Ahâ No, ma'am. I joined by my choice. And I didn't always have these skills, I trained after I decided I wanted to join."
"Hm.... Any particular reason you had for joining? Aside from Her Majesty's goal, a more personal reason?"
You hesitated to speak but she was adamant, "Um.... forgive me in case I overstep my boundaries with this." You walked up to her and kneeled on one knee in front of her and gazed at her affectionately, she suddenly became embarrassed at your position and remembered the silly promise you made as a child.
"It's to keep my promise to you, ma'am. To make you fall in love with me and to eventually marry you."
Signora's eye widened, she was definitely shocked to hear that you still thought of that. She had expected you to forget it after growing up, she certainly didn't think you'd take it this seriously.
"You.... you insolent child!" she lashed out and stood up with a stomp of her feet, you instinctively stepped back and bowed to her.
"That's your reason for joining?! A foolish reason like that? This is why you tried to get in my good books.... all the flattery and adulation was for this? You really expect me to fall for you and even marry you?!"
"I will try my best! I will keep trying until you grow tired of me and want to send me away! I will accept any punishment in that case, but I won't back away now! I promise!"
"You.... what did you even see in me? Do you not realize you are harboring a petty childhood crush?!"
Signora gritted her teeth at your unbelievable words. You continued bowing your head and waited for her to speak but she remained silent, you then slightly looked up at her and were caught by an unexpected expression on her face. Was she blushing? Was she blushing out of embarrassment? Did she actually become flustered at your words? You found it hard to believe, but she was unbearably adorable and you felt you had some chance.
"It's not that! I swear it's not that.... I love you, ma'am! I love you very much! I will do whatever it takes to show you!"
"You.... g-get out of my sight!" she ordered and turned away from you, showing her back to you. You smirked to yourself and retracted for now, it was better to be a little more patient. From that day on, you changed your tactics. You thought Signora would keep you away to discourage you but she made no changes to your schedule and rank. You knew she actually loved the way you treated her, the attention and praise fuelled her ego, and also nourished her needy self.
You flirted with her more from now on, in more obvious ways and sometimes even in public. People wondered why Signora tolerated you when you made her so annoyed, but you knew the truth. Just like that, a few years passed since you knew it would take a long time to win her heart and you remained steadfast. You were 21 now and determined to take things seriously. A perfect opportunity presented itself, a diplomatic gathering which Signora was invited to.
She usually attended these gatherings alone as the mission would become easier, she'd use her beauty to 'seduce' the host and important guests to get information from them. It was a tactic she was all too used to, even if she personally disliked doing it. You accompanied her and were ordered to remain hidden, to observe and be ready for any attacks. But you took some liberties and decided a different approach without telling her.
"Ahem, may I have this dance with the esteemed Fair Lady?" a familiar voice called out to her as she mingled with the guests, she turned around and saw a masked face, but she could make out it was you right away from your eyes. She looked at you from head to toe in surprise, you were wearing a formal suit as per the occasion giving you a very noble appearance. Signora hesitated and attempted to question you but you took her hand and pulled her to the dance area.
She looked around and saw many people staring at her with unpleasant looks, that's when it dawned on her. She decided to go with the flow, this wasn't a bad strategy either. In fact, it was more pleasant considering the person touching her now, at least it wasn't unfamiliar men with ulterior motives. You took up your positions; one hand each joined together, your other hand on her waist while hers was on your shoulder.
As the violins played, your bodies moved together in rhythm as if you had practiced several times like a couple. Signora never taught you to dance in all the time you had been with her, she was quite surprised how well you adapted to her pace and followed. Of course, you had learned from your âFatherâ. She figured it was better to know in case you ever had to do espionage missions to high-end gatherings like this. Signora actually felt impressed by you, she would have scolded you for defying orders but this was working better than she assumed.
âIs milady satisfied with my performance?~â you slyly questioned, earning a smirk from Signora.
âItâs not bad, slightly unpolished but nothing that some practice cannot fix~â
âWell, I hope to learn from the best~â
Signora smiled, âYou acted against orders. You should know there will be punishment later.â
âAs long as the mission is completed without hindrances, Iâll accept any punishment. After all, I already received my reward for it~â
âOh?~ What might that be?~â
Your lips curled up from one side, you suddenly grabbed her thigh and tightened your hold around her waist before picking her up and spinning around. She instinctively held you tighter and barely registered what you just did, she was back on her feet before she knew it and heard the crowd bustling in awe at your action.
âTo dance with the woman I love, the most beautiful of all. I couldnât ask for anything better~â
Signora averted her gaze with a light blush, âYou are mad.â
You leaned near her ear to whisper, âOnly for you~â
Signoraâs heart skipped a beat. The way you spoke that so earnestly, your eyes unwavering and determined, showing the depths of your feelings for her. Just why did you like her so much? What did she do to make you fall in love this badly? You then did another bold move; you made some distance from her then pulled her towards yourself and embraced her from behind. Her arms crossed over each other as you grasped them and caged her in your arms, holding her close in a possessive hug. You were close enough to bury your face in her neck and inhale her intoxicating scent, but you held back and gave her space.
Signora was startled as you tugged her near, a gasp threatening to escape her lips. Her surprise caved and she relaxed almost instinctively against you; the closeness of your bodies, the intimacy of your love- she could feel your heart beating against her body, it told her you were nervous but trying your best for her. She felt overwhelmed at this moment. She hadnât let love in for so long in her life, she had closed herself off and dedicated her life to one goal. The love you touched her with was infinite and selfless, she had forgotten how it felt to bask in this kind of love.
She knew the children always pretended to like her, they only cared for the gifts. They were children, after all. She didnât want to taint their innocence with her selfishness, she acted the way she did to satiate her own loneliness and desire for love. She never intended to make real bonds with any of them, she was content with knowing that they disliked her and would probably never think of her as someone more than who just bought expensive gifts. She was surprised the day she saw you in her unit, why did you come here? Why did you not run away when you had the chance? Now she knew the answer to that, and she didnât know how to feel.
âMaâam, one of our targets, Duke Cartier has been staring at us for long. He seems eager to steal you.â
Signora snapped out of her thoughts as you whispered in her ear, remembering the reason she was here and doing this in the first place.
âHow do you know heâs not looking at you?â
âYou were talking with him when I came, I saw him get angry when I took you away. Itâs the perfect chance to get what we need from him.â
â...Fine, weâll switch then. What are you going to do?â
âOur other target, Ms Lily, gave me a certain look some minutes ago. I suppose Iâll get to work with her.â
Signora raised her brow at that, âCan you handle it on your own? I had another strategy in mind for her.â
âItâs fine, sheâll be easy. I already got the toughest woman to dance with me, everyone else is a piece of cake~â
You softly chuckled in her ear making her smirk as well. You then turned her over and pulled her flush against your body before dipping her down and gazing at her passionately. The dancers moved in a circle and soon started switching partners, âBe careful with the Duke, he seems really unruly.â
Signora chuckled, âDonât forget who you are talking to~â
Signora spun out of your arms and into the arms of the Duke who was one of your targets in this gathering. You looked at the way he possessively wrapped his arms around her and felt infuriated inside, but you had to hold back and focus on your mission. The other target walked up to you herself with a glass of wine in hand, you politely thanked her and engaged in a pleasant conversation. Signora danced with the Duke for some time before stopping as she was tired and started getting information out of him by trapping him in her words, she kept glancing at you every now and then and couldnât help but feel uneasy.
The lady you were talking to was awfully touchy, it was clear as day she was flirting with you to get you in bed. Signora didnât know why she felt this way, it was a strange feeling she never felt before. She wanted to walk up to you and take you away with her. Was this what people described to be jealousy? Was she actually feeling jealous looking at you with someone else? She noted how the lady ran her hands all over your body, feeling you up. The way she had you cornered against a wall and was covering your entire vision. She knew you wouldnât act out of line, but she was also unaware of just how far youâd go for the mission.
What surprised her most was when she saw you walk out of the hall with the lady. So many questions ran through her mind now. Was this also part of your strategy? Were you still working for the mission? Did the lady seduce you to this extent that youâd go with her? And if you were so easy to sway, why say such heartwarming words to her and confuse her emotions? She couldnât believe she felt this way over you now, what did suddenly happen that she had this unspeakable urge to have you? She decided to put her mind away from these thoughts and focus on her own side of the mission, this is what she was here for.
A lot of time passed when she finally pushed away the Duke from her after taking the required information and completing negotiations. She was exhausted now, she leaned against the wall and let out a sigh then picked up a glass of water while looking towards the door you had exited from. Within a few minutes, you finally came back all alone. The lady wasnât with you, your appearance looked same as before. Your eyes met Signoraâs and both of you nodded, indicating the successful mission completion then made your way out separately. You met up with her at the designated spot, happily going to her to congratulate her.
âWas everything okay, maâam? He didnât do anything to you, did he?â you asked with concern and checked her all over, ensuring her wellbeing.
She scanned you from head to toe as well and didnât find anything amiss, she scoffed then turned around to walk towards the carriage and answered none of your questions.
âMission report in the carriage.â
âYes maâam!â
You followed her and settled in the carriage together before it started moving. You sat on the seat in front of her and sense a strange aura around her, she refused to look at you and seemed angry but you figured she was just tired from the long night. You then started telling her what you found out from the lady, expecting some kind of input from her on the intel collected but she simply nodded and said nothing else. You knew something was definitely wrong now.
âMaâam, are you okay? If you are feeling unwell then please tell me, Iâll bring over some medicine and anything else you need.â
âIâm fine.â
âO-Okay....â
You stayed silent for the rest of the way. You wondered if she was angry at you for defying orders, it took a lot of bravery for you to do something like that but you hoped for her to be pleased, but perhaps you took the wrong decision. The carriage reached her mansion after some time, you stepped out first and offered your hand to her as she got down. She stared at your stretched out hand and furrowed her brows then stepped out without holding your hand, you felt disheartened but tried to hide it and were about to bid her good night when she suddenly grabbed your hand and started pulling you with herself. You were confused and almost panicked, questioning her along the way but she shushed you with one gesture.
You had never been inside her mansion, this was the first time you stepped foot inside. But you were in no state to admire the house as she kept pulling you further inside, taking you upstairs and opening a door to a room. She pulled you inside the room and shut the door close then silently stood in front of you, her back turned to you while you leaned on the door and waited for her to say something. You had no idea what suddenly came over her. She wouldnât act this way if she was angry at you for defying orders.
â....What did you do with her?â she mumbled under her breath, her words barely audible to you.
âIâm sorry, I didnât catch that, maâam. Could you please repeat?â
Signora clicked her tongue then turned around and sprinted up to you before harshly pinning you against the door, her hands planted on either side of your head while she stared at you with an expression you had never seen before on her face.
âWhat did you do with that woman? Did you have sex with her?!â
Your face flushed bright red, âNo! Not at all, maâam! I would neverâ!â
âThen where did you go for so long and what did you do?! Do you think I was blind to the way she was touching you and being all over you?! This is how you negotiate?!â
âN-No, maâam! Please listen to me, I did nothing of that sort! We went to the restroom and Iââ
âThis is how your love is? You say all those silly promises to me, pursue me for so long, and then you get swayed by a woman you just met?!â
Your eyes widened at her words and the expression on her face, she was annoyed and in distress. You didnât expect her to feel this way, you didnât even realize she thought this. To see her being jealous was strangely adorable, and also foolish of her since she had nothing to worry about.
âMaâam, please listen to me. We went to the restroom and I used the truth potion on her then tranquilized her. It took me time to hide her unconscious body, thatâs all. I came back as soon as I was done.â
Signora finally calmed down a little hearing your truth, âIs that all? Nothing else happened?â
You smiled at her then gently held her hand, âI swear on my âFatherâsâ life. What I told you is the absolute truth, no more no less. I could never do something so important with a random person like that.â
Signora took a deep breath then nodded. She pulled away her hands from the door and let you rest easy. You were feeling over the moon at this reaction from her, you tried to question her back but she suddenly held your jaw and before you knew it, her soft and moist lips were placed on your own. It was a serene feeling; your mind went blank for a moment and all you could feel was the sensation of her lips moving with yours. Her hand released your jaw and instead cupped your face, her body pressed into you as she continued kissing you. It was a slow and gentle kiss; her lips were warm and tasted like strawberry with a hint of wine. It was intoxicating, addicting. You slowly felt like melting into her.
She stopped and pulled away soon, leaving you with a sense of emptiness. You gazed at each other with uneven breaths, a needy and desperate expression on her face that you couldnât look away from. It gave you a sense of wanting to please her, pleasure her, service her, make her happy in any way. She did not know but you had long known about her past, about the fact that she witnessed the cataclysm and lost everyone, especially her lover. You knew about her legacy as the Crimson Witch of Flames, you knew everything about her pain and sacrifice and why she was so dedicated to the Tsaritsaâs goal. But none of that was the reason why you loved her. You found out all of that much later.
âI...I love you, maâam. I love you so much. Please, let me make you happy. I promise I will do anything in my ability to make you happy. I will always be there for you, I will always support you and love you.â
You earnestly confessed to her; this was your real confession. You couldnât put it in better words. If she refused you now, youâd probably give up but still continue to support her. Signora softly smiled at you and caressed your face before kissing your cheek.
âDo you still want me to say my answer? Was my action earlier not enough?~â
You blushed, âW-Well, it just feels good to hear it as well...â
Signora softly chuckled then leaned closer, her lips ghosting yours and you had the urge to kiss her again.
âI love you too. Iâm grateful to have you here with me, I will love you back just as much as you have loved me and even more.â
Your cheeks flushed red, finding the situation slightly unbelievable. But she didnât let your mind wander as she pressed her lips to yours again, this time she didnât hold back. It was a needy and passionate kiss, her tongue licked your lips and swirled with your own in a heated exchange. She pressed herself even closer to you, essentially squeezing you against the door while her lips relentlessly sought yours. You slowly placed your hands around her body and held her as you kissed, she lodged her knee against your crotch and you almost gasped in surprise.
You then felt her hands rub across your chest, sliding off your coat and kissing you harder. She released the kiss and instead planted kisses on your jaw and down your neck, unbuttoning your collar for more access. Her lips imprinted on your skin, red lipstick marks forming where they touched. You threw your head back with a soft moan, she continued marking you with her lips as if to claim you as her own. You then felt her teeth graze your skin before sinking down near your collarbone, a startled mewl leaving your lips and your hands clenching her dress.
âM-Maâam, please let me touch you....~â
âSay my name, Rosalyne. And...â she leaned near your ear to whisper in a low and seductive tone, â....Do whatever you want to~â
If that didnât fire you up enough to take down Celestia then nothing would. You pulled her closer her grabbed her thigh up, she instinctively wrapped her arms around your neck giving you the opportunity to grab her other thigh too and carry her in your arms. She chuckled against your lips while you walked towards the bed and laid her on the edge, she roughly kissed you as you slid off her cape then dropped to your knees between her legs. She smirked and parted her legs for you, you caressed the soft skin of her legs then planted kisses up her knee and thigh. Her body trembled and breaths rose, you looked like a devout follower worshipping a goddess, and she enjoyed every bit of this treatment.
You kissed her inner thighs and looked up at her as if asking for permission to go deeper. She grasped your head in response, fingers interlacing in your hair and a slight tug to pull you closer. You wasted no time and slipped off her underwear then dove in to her inviting cunt. She intently watched as you lapped her clit, biting her lower lip and tightening her grip in your hair. You pushed her legs further apart and lapped up her outer walls now, her body arched in ecstasy feeling your tongue pleasure her, soft moans echoing in the room that were music to your ears.
âMhm.... faster.... m-more...~â
Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine youâd actually get to do this with her, but you were going to give her the best experience possible. You wanted her to feel the greatest pleasure and happiness. You raised her legs and placed them on your shoulders as you pushed deeper, your tongue inserting inside her cunt and prodding her sensitive spots.
âAaaah~ Yes.... right there~ Nghhh~!â
Her nails scratched your scalp as she grasped your hair tighter, your mouth wrapped around her core and sucked the bundle of nerves while your tongue scissored inside her.
âLook at me.... mmh.... eyes on me~â
She tilted your head up making your eyes meet. Her hooded eye gazed at your own hypnotized ones, an exchange of desire and hunger happening between you. She wrapped her legs around your head and caged you, her plush thighs squeezed your face as she body arched further with your ministrations.
âC-Close.... yes... keep doing that~ Aaah~ Right there!â
You braced yourself, your thumb circled her clit a few times and that did it for her. She threw her head back and came in your mouth with a loud moan, you drank up every drop of her essence while gazing at her as she released. The sight of her was incomparable, no scenery in the world could ever satisfy you this way. You parted from her cunt and felt your own erection straining against your pants, your shaft hard and throbbing to release. Rosalyne came down from her high and grabbed your collar to pull you up and rubbed her hand across your crotch, you flinched and buried your face in her neck making her chuckle and bite your earlobe.
âHmm, is my darling eager to cum?~â
âNgh... y-yes, please....â
âBut have you earned it?~â she caressed the back of your head with her other hand, twirling your strands in her fingers.
You hissed as she pressed her hand into your crotch, âMm, y-yes.... please....â
Her angelic voice flew in your ear making you even harder, your cock twitched against her palm and she licked her lips before grasping your hair and tugging your head back. She bit your lip then proceeded to unbuckle your pants, dropping them down with your underwear. You kicked away your undergarments as your cock stood up at full mast in front of her eyes. She wrapped her hand around your length and began to pump, intently watching as pre-cum gathered on your tip.
âHmm, quite an impressive length and....girth~â
She slid her finger across the prominent vein on your shaft, caressing it from the base to the head then gathering the pre-cum on her thumb and spreading it across. You moaned from her movements, it was clear she wanted to take her time and tease you, all just to make you more needy for her. You were barely holding on from the way her hand rubbed, she then retracted her hand just as you were about to burst. You looked at her with a pleading look and she smirked then climbed on the bed more, discarding the rest of her clothes and presenting her naked body to you.
âCome in, I canât wait anymore~â
Oh, how could you hold back after hearing that? You lunged forward enthusiastically, coming on top of her and rubbing your tip across her slit. Her juices and your own pre-cum mixed together, both of you softly moaning from the sensations. She wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you as she laid down then connected your lips in a rough kiss, her ample breasts pressed against yours and you really felt like you were dreaming. You were surprised how eager she was for this right away, but you were going to give her anything she wanted.
âAaah~ Come on, put it in.... ravage me~â
She moaned against your lips and you wasted no time to push your cock inside her. You aligned your shaft and slowly thrusted in then pushed all the way and sheathed inside, her warm and tight walls enveloped you as you moaned together at the penetration.
âS-So warm.... too warm....â you grunted.
âI-Itâs my body.... mmh.... Iâll try to adjust....â
âItâs fine... aah~ It feels good....â
You had a hunch as to why her body was abnormally warm from the inside, but you really didnât mind and it wasnât unbearable.
âM-Move, Y/n... My love... move already~â
Did you hear that right? She really just called you that? Now you were even more motivated to pleasure her. You parted her legs more and adjusted them on your shoulders before beginning to thrust forward, she moaned and clenched the bedsheets as your bodies rocked together. Her breasts bounced in front of your eyes, you grabbed the mounds of flesh and squeezed them while continuing to thrust. Your dick rammed all the way inside, it didnât feel as hot as before but her walls became tighter by the minute. She was clenching your cock as if to keep it inside forever and never let go.
âAaah~ Aaah~ Y/n! So good! Aaaahn! More! Faster.... harder!~â
âYou are so hot.... so pretty.... Rosa...!~â
The nickname was endearing to her. Her walls suddenly tightened around you causing you to groan and thrust more, practically pounding into her. Your thighs slapped against her hips, her moans and sounds of skin slapping ringing in your ears. The sight of her pleasured face, breasts bouncing and your cock lodged inside her- everything aroused you to no end, you could keep at this forever if she wanted.
âI love you... I love you so much, Rosalyne...â you moaned while gazing into her eyes, her heart skipped a beat once again tonight. How long had it been that somebody loved her this way? How long had she been yearning to hear these words?
She had forgotten the time now, but she wasnât going to forget you and this moment that you gave her. Her hands held your shoulders and pulled you down into a loving embrace, her legs locking around your waist and caging you within so you wonât pull out. She moaned dirty words in your ear, the kind of words youâd never expect to hear from her in day-to-day life, her hands clenched your back and nails scratched down your skin as you drilled fast and hard into her.
âC-Cumming... I canât hold on more.... let me pull outângh!~â
âNo... inside... do it, aaahn~!â
You wanted to so badly, even though you were aware she likely couldnât conceive. You just wanted your seed to be inside her, and it seems she wanted the same thing. You buried your face in her neck and kept pounding, she felt your dick twitch and finally a stream of hot liquid sprayed across her walls and filled her up. You groaned as you came deep inside her, she moaned as she also released and clenched your cock tightly, milking you of every last drop. Your cum kept pouring inside as if you had stored gallons worth, some of it dripping out from her. You panted out and rested on top of her body but your dick was still hard.
âT-That was amazing.... haah...~â you said while sweating and placed light kisses on her neck.
All of a sudden, your body was flipped over and the ceiling was in your vision before being overtaken by your loverâs face. Signora straddled you, still breathing heavily while gazing at you. Her hands cupped your face as she leaned down to passionately kiss you, your cock rubbed against her ass and she grinded back n forth on your lap. She released the kiss and stood up on her knees then held your cock up and aligned it to her slit, you eagerly watched as your cock split her open and the moment you connected with her.
The warm and tight feeling engulfed your cock once again, while your hard shaft scraped her insides in all the right ways. You both could become addicted to each other at this rate, but perhaps that was fine. She placed her hands on each side of your head and started bouncing up and down while her gaze was fixated on you, her face contracted to pure pleasure and ecstasy as her voice cried out with the way you penetrated her deepest spots. Her hips slapped against your thighs heavily, you were sure the sounds of your lovemaking could be audible in the whole mansion.
âP-Promise me... Y/n....â She suddenly spoke and clenched your jaw.
âYou mean everything you said... promise me you wonât leave me....aahn~ Promise me youâll always be hereâ hngh~ Promise me youâll love me forever.... I wonât forgive you...mmh~ I wonât forgive you if you break any of themâ Aaah!~â
A loud moan was pushed from her throat as you suddenly thrusted up into her and caught her off guard, she leaned forward on you and hugged your tight as both of you coordinated your movements.
âI promise....aaah....I promise....you donât have to worry....I know everything about your life, your fear.... I wonât be like him.... I will always choose you....ngh!~â
Rosalyneâs eye widened hearing that, but somehow thatâs exactly what she wanted to hear. You then sat up while holding her and rutted into her more, she held onto your shoulders and grinded back n forth too while gazing into your eyes. You pulled her in for a passionate kiss, your bodies convulsing as you rutted a few more times before cumming once again. She moaned and threw her body in a beautiful arch, your arms holding her as you bucked your hips and pulled her into you to fill her up.
She held your head close to her chest as your cum filled her up, both of you breathing heavily from the intense orgasms. She smiled in satisfaction and kissed your forehead then embraced you affectionately, she was glad she gave love another chance. She was going to do things right this time and love you to her heartâs content, just like you did all these years.
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Ë àŒâĄÂ âïœĄË Stan Pines
â§Â he tries. god, does he try. but his texts are a combination of filthy and absolutely unhinged, itâs straight to âdoll im sittin' here thinkinâ 'bout how good youâd look bent over my desk.â
â§Â typically sends a blurry pic of his bare chest, captioned, âbetcha wanna get your hands on this masterpiece, huh?" and youâre just staring at the picture like. . . gosh, Stan, who took this? did he set a fucking timer? he looks hot thoughÂ
â§Â so yeah Stanley sends you photos, usually unprompted and always blurry because heâs just an old man, dear, what did you except?? his clothes half-open, pants unzipped just enough to give you a peek of whatâs underneath and next message is: âbetcha wanna see the whole thing, huh? be a good girl and ask nice.â
â§Â texts you in the middle of the day: âgonna bend you over the kitchen counter tonight babe. make you cum on my fingers before I even think about putting my cock in you. whaddaya think?â
â§Â he loves it when youâre bold, you send him something like: âwhat if I sit on your face instead?â and heâs instantly typing back: âdoll, donât threaten me with a good time. ya know Iâd keep ya there till your legs give out.â
â§Â Stan worships your photos. you send him a quick pic of you in bed and he replies immediately: âFUCK look at you. LOOK at THAT body. im gonna make you regret sending me that when im back. you better be ready for this cock, doll, âcause im not holding back.â
â§Â a huge tease tbh, he wants you to beg. âtell me what you want, sweetheart. you want me to spread those legs and eat you out until youâre shaking? or maybe you want this thick cock filling you up?â
â§Â âyouâre touching yourself right now, arenât ya? cant stop thinkin bout me pounding into you, huh? go ahead, baby. lemme know how bad you want it.â
â§Â heâs got no shame about jerking off while texting you, you say one dirty thing, and heâs already: âjesus fucking christ, youâre killin me here, doll. im so fuckin hard right now. If you were here, Iâd have you on your knees, taking care of me like the good girl you are.â
â§Â Stanâs aftercare starts in the texts. so after heâs talked you through your orgasm, his messages turn soft. âthatâs my girl, bet you look real pretty all flushed and satisfied. get some rest, doll youâre gonna need it when I get home.â
â§Â Stan LOVES it when you play hard to get. âcmon, baby, donât leave me hanginâ. I swear, Iâll make it worth your while when I get my hands on you again.â but when you finally cave and give him a little, just a little, taste of what you want, his reply is âyeah thatâs better, let me see that pussy of yours. you know I can make you feel good. let me prove it.â
â§Â as you have already understood, this man is shameless, and he knows heâs good at getting under your skin.
âbeen thinkinâ about that pretty little cunt of yours, doll. whatâs it gonna take to get my face buried there tonight?
â§Â if you send him something back, itâs over. heâs going to double down with something that makes your toes curl. âyou donât know how badly I wanna fuck that smart mouth of yours until you forget your own name.âÂ
â§Â the man is a sucker for dirty talk. he loves it when you tease him back, but heâs the most eloquent in his replies
â§Â âIf I was there right now, you wouldnât be able to get a single word out. id have you moaninâ so loud theyâd hear you down the street. you like the sound of that?â
â§Â âyou know I could really go for you in that tiny skirt of yours right now. make you bend over and fuck you while youâre still wearinâ it.â damn
â§Â heâs a man of action. his texts are short and right to the point. âim gonna make you scream my name tonight, sweetheart. better be ready.â
â§Â sends you something filthy right out of the blue. "youâre really makin' it hard for me to concentrate on work, baby. every time I close my eyes, all I can think about is the way you looked last night, riding me till you couldnât walk.â
â§Â if you send him a picture, especially if youâre in lingerie or something that shows just the right amount of skin, he goes wild. âWOAH, sweetheart. youâre gonna make me LOSE IT. I wanna tear that off you and fuck you right here RIGHTJ NOW.â the author's spelling has been preserved.
â§Â a lot messages like: âtell me, doll, what color are those panties you got on right now?â
â§Â but the minute you call him on his antics in person, heâs all cocky smirks and âya canât blame me for wantinâ to spoil my favorite girl, can ya?â
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Stan: hey doll, you up?
You: itâs 1 AM Stan
Stan: exactly
Stan: perfect time to talk about what youâd look like on top of meÂ
You: âŠsmoothÂ
Stan: câmon donât act all shy
Stan: you were thinkinâ it too. bet youâre wearinâ somethinâ cute right now, huh?
Stan: or nothinâ. nothinâs good too! đđđ
You: why are you always texting me at the most unholy hours?
Stan: unholy?? câmon sweetheart iâm just here tryna spread a little late night joy
Stan: i was thinkinâ about you though
Stan: well. you. and about how that sweet little mouth of yours looked last night
You: oh my godd
Stan: what?! itâs the truth
Stan: bet youâd look even better right now
You: youâre horrible
Stan: and youâre fuckinâ gorgeous
Stan: now be a good girl and tell me what youâre wearin
You: literally in my pajamas Stan
Stan: cute
Stan: betcha look sweet all wrapped up in blankets⊠though youâd look sweeter wrapped around me instead
You: fuck
You: Stan!Â
Stan: what? iâm just beinâ honest. you want me to lie? fine! iâm thinkinâ about taxes. there. happy?
You: oh, shut up old manÂ
Stan: nah iâd rather talk about how soft your thighs are. how theyâd feel so good squeezinâ around my head. câmon, sweetheart, gimme somethinâ. donât make me do all the heavy liftinâ here
You: only if you promise to return the favor
you smirk, biting your lip, already excited because god you love playing hard to get with this man. so you let the moment linger just long enough to make him squirm before snapping a photo, of course you were lying bout pajamas and Stan damn knew, he feltÂ
you send the picture: lacy panties of your favourite colour barely covering anything, paired with an oversized sleep shirt thatâs slipping off your shoulder
Stan: holy fuckin shit
Stan: youâre gonna make an old manâs heart give out
You: what, you donât like it? :(
Stan: donât like it? baby iâm gonna FRAME this picture and hang it on my wall
Stan: better yet iâm gonna print it out and carry it around so i can show off whatâs mine
You: wtf thatâs absurd
Stan: no whatâs absurd is how hard i am right now. fuck, baby, youâre gorgeous. every inch of ya
You: your turn, old man
You: prove itÂ
you donât expect him to actually follow through, but then your phone buzzes
Stan: look at what youâre gonna get, babe. and itâs all yours
a photo. exactly what you imagined: poorly lit, shot from a slightly awkward angle, but still breathtaking and so damn hot. his cock is thick and heavy in his hand, flushed and glistening at the tip, veins are prominent, pulsing down the shaft, and his fingers, broad, calloused, strong, wrap around it like heâs ready to ruin you as he strokes himselfÂ
your mouth goes dry, you blink at the screen, your lip caught between your teeth. hell, youâve seen him before, touched him, tasted him, but this photo is something else entirely. your fingers twitch like they want to reach through the phone because youâd crawl through the damn screen if you could
your fingers hover over the keys, trying to think of something clever to say, but the words wonât come. thighs clenching instinctively as you just stare at the screen.
You: okay, not bad, old man
Stan: NOT BAD?!
Stan: sweetheart, youâre lyinâ through your teeth. i know youâre sittinâ there soakinâ through those little lace panties of yours
You: please, you think one dick pic is enough to faze meÂ
Stan: oh, is that right? big talk cominâ from someone whoâs gonna be begginâ for it by the end of this
You: you wish old man
Stan: nah I know. let me paint you a picture, sweetie
Stan: you, spread out under me, that pretty little pussy so wet i can hear it every time i slide in. your legs wrapped so tight around me like youâre scared iâm gonna pull away. and me, fillinâ you up so deep you can feel me in your fuckinâ throat
and there your smugness falters
You: oh god
You: Stan
Stan: whatâs the matter?Â
Stan: cat got your tongue? betcha youâre soaked right now, huh? sittinâ there with that pretty little pussy all wet, wishinâ i was there to fill ya up
Stan: admit it, baby. your fingers arenât even enough. youâre mine. every inch of you belongs to me and iâm gonna remind you of that the second i get my hands on ya
You: youâre not winning this old man
Stan: heh sweetheart, i already HAVE
your fingers fumble on the keyboard as you type, cheeks burning
You: please come
Stan: there you go, now thatâs my girlÂ
Ë àŒâĄÂ âïœĄË Ford Pines
â§Â he starts out so awkward itâs painful. youâll send him something suggestive, and heâll reply with: âOh. Well. Thatâs⊠intriguing.â Intriguing, Ford? seriously?
â§Â as we all know, Ford overthinks everything! it takes him forever to hit send because heâs convinced heâll say something wrong and heâs so fucking nervous
â§Â but as soon as he feels comfortable, heâs sending you long, well thought out messages full of science-y talk about how he wants to make you feel, because of course heâs analyzing you in a way. âIâve been reading up on the physiological responses of the body during⊠how should I put this?⊠intimate interactions. Your body would likely respond most positively to theââ and then he gets really filthy without realizing it
â§Â but Ford, dear sweet Ford, doesnât always realize just how much of an effect his words have on you. if heâll start spouting off his deep thoughts, youâll send him, âFord, I swear to god, if you donât stop talking, Iâm going to need to change my sheets.
â§Â absolutely loves when you tease him, but he also knows how to turn it back on you. âGood girl, now tell me exactly what youâd like me to do to you, in vivid detail. Iâm taking notes.â
â§Â "Iâd have you on your knees, darling. Holding you by the hair while I take you deep, slow. Youâd love every second of it, wouldnât you?"
â§Â Ford LOVES playing the âIâm going to ruin you slowlyâ card. It gets under your skin every time. âYou wonât be able to think about anything else when Iâm done with you. Iâll have you begging for more.â
â§Â youâll send him a flirty text and two minutes later, heâs sent back an entire paragraph detailing how heâd peel your clothes off and worship you from head to toe
â§Â as I said, heâs so damn descriptive, I mean bro literally wrote 3 journals, itâs easy for him. âIâd kiss my way down your stomach, slow enough to make you squirm. My fingers would trace your thighs, spreading you open so I could take my time tasting you, savoring everyââ youâre already screaming into your pillow
â§Â surprisingly filthy when he gets really needy and horny. long messages about exactly what he wants to do to you or what he wants you to do to him
â§Â Ford is a huge fan of getting into your mind before he even thinks about touching you. he wants to know what makes you tick, what gets you wet, what turns you on mentally first
â§Â he tries to stay composed, but the second you tease him, his composure shatters. you send him a pic, maybe just a peek of your thighs and heâs breathless: âWhat are you doing to me, darling? Do you have any idea how hard I am right now? I canât stop imagining those legs wrapped around me while Iâm making love to you, God help me.â
â§Â âi would love to feel the warmth of your skin beneath my fingers as I slowly undress you. Iâll start by trailing kisses down your neck, your chest, until I reach the sweet spot between your thighs. Would you let me do that, darling?â
â§Â embarrassingly vocal about how much he needs you. youâll get texts like:
âI canât concentrate on anything. I keep thinking about how tight and wet you felt around me last night. We need to make love again.â and then, seconds later:
âPlease tell me youâre touching yourself right now. I need to know youâre thinking about me while you do it.â
â§Â âGod, Iâd give anything to have my cock inside you right now.â
â§Â If you send him a spicy picture, he just about short-circuits. âYouâre exquisite. I need to see more.â
â§Â âYou donât even realize the effect you have on me, do you? Iâd ruin you in the most wonderful ways, darling.â youâre a puddle in seconds. Â
â§Â Ford loves when youâre explicit with him. if youâll text him something like: âI want your cock so deep I forget my own name,â youâll get: âCareful what you wish for, darling. Iâll have you screaming it by the time Iâm done with you.â
â§Â If you ever send him something too really dirty, all your fantasies and wishes, expect him to stare at your text, blink for a second, then type back: âThatâs... unexpected. But Iâm very intrigued. You must have an incredible imagination.âÂ
â§Â sometimes Ford gets real quiet after a particularly hot conversation, nervous even. âI shouldnât have sent that⊠Iâm sorry if IâŠâ
âFord, donât you dare apologize. I love it.â
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Ford: Are you still awake, darling?
You: what do you think?
Ford: Well, considering youâre answering me, Iâd say yes. I must say, youâve been a distraction all day, sweetheart. I just keep replaying the way your skin felt under my hands the last time we touched⊠the sounds you made when I kissed you, your thighs.
You: sounds like youâre the distracted one, Doctor Pines
Ford: Youâre the most beautiful distraction imaginable. Entirely your fault.
you smirk at the screen as an idea strikes
You: howâs this for distracting?
you send the picture: legs spread wide, your pussy glistening under soft light with two fingers pressing yourself open just enough to expose everything. you know Fordâs obsessive attention to detail, the way he adores every curve and line of you. oh god heâll lose his mind over this
but. . .Â
Ford doesnât reply immediately. one minute. two now. the anticipation builds and your stomach twists.
You: âŠ
You: Ford?
You: oh my god, say something!
You: was it too much? too forward?
five agonising minutes later, your phone lights up.
Ford: Darling⊠You are beautiful. Utterly perfect. Forgive my silence, I needed a moment to⊠compose myself.
You: five minutes of silence isnât exactly reassuring, Ford
Ford: I assure you, I was not silent in my head.
You: damn
You: thought I broke you there
Ford: You nearly did. Itâs taking all my willpower to stay coherent.
You: old man ur making me blush
Ford: Iâm sorry! I wouldnât dream of embarrassing you, my dear. Iâd rather make you tremble with pleasure.
You: you really like it that much?
Ford: Iâm obsessed, love. Now, listen carefully. Take those fingers, sweetheart. Slowly. I want you to trace circles around your little clit, soft and teasing. No rushing.
and of course you obey
You: im so sensitive rn Ford
Ford: Good, honey. Yeah, nice and slow.
You: like this?
Ford: Exactly like that. Does it feel good, darling? Tell me.
You: so good im already so wet for youÂ
Ford: Good. Now, slide one of those fingers inside. Donât go too deep yet. Just enough to feel it.
You: fuck, FordÂ
You: feels amazin
Ford: Thatâs my girl. Now, add another. Stretch yourself out for me, darling. I want you to imagine itâs my fingers instead. Feel how Iâd curl my fingers to touch you just right, all your sweet spots. Donât stop until I tell you to.
You: :((
Ford: Sweetheart? Whatâs wrong?
You: itâs not the same
You: youâve got six fingers, i canât make it feel like you
Ford: Ah, my darling⊠thatâs terribly unfair of me, isnât it? Youâre right. No one else can touch you the way I can. But I promise, when Iâm there, Iâll make it up to you tenfold. For now, letâs keep going. I want you to use your fingers, sweetheart. Make yourself feel good for me, pleasure yourself. Please. Slide them deep and tell me how it feels.
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HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ââ OP81.
love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.
( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )
ââ part two.
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yourusername from a little boy meeting his heroes to a young man racing alongside them, getting to see all youâve accomplished throughout the years makes me the proudest sister in the world. 2024 better watch its back, because sargeants always come back swinging.
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logansargeant we pack a mean punch too đ
âł yourusername the meanest đ
user wait no cuz this is actually so cute omg??? i want a sister to make cute posts about me
user definitely canât wait to see more y/n at the races in 2024
williamsracing It was lovely having you in the paddock this season Y/N! Weâre already looking forward to seeing what 2024 has in store!
âł yourusername it was a genuine honor to be there! plus i look great in blue đđ
âł user wait does this mean logan is re-signing??
alex_albon me and lily would love to have you both come round during the break if schedules align!Â
âł yourusername awwww alex!! speaking on behalf of logan, weâd love to!!
user iâm living vicariously through the sibling bond that the sargeant twins have
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mclaren Some of our favourite meme-worthy images of Oscar from 2023! Which is your fav?
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âł user mclaren admin feeding us well on this fine day
user these are actually so funny omg mans ainât got no face filter
landonorris yea so this wonât be necessary for me pls and thx
âł mclaren We already have the pictures ready! đ
user iâve made all of these faces at my tv this year
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âł user OH? MY?? GOD???
âł user UMMMM
âł user real
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landonorris papaya pals! looking forward to another season with you mate
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âł user iâm glad i wasnât the only one thinking it
oscarpiastri of all the pictures
âł landonorris i giveth thy people what they want
âł yourusername and we thank you for it sir lando đ«Ą
user MANIFESTING MORE PODIUMS FOR 2024
mclaren Looking forward to another year, boys! đ§Ą
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âł landonorris and if i am?
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âł yourusername itâs summer somewhere
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user iâm so delulu about what this could mean
âł user itâs probably just an aesthetic caption?? yâall are fr crazy
âł user no cuz itâs literally winter rn in the states so why would she post about summer?
âł user bc she lives in florida?? where the weather is like summer all the time??
You lower your phone and look back to the dark waters crashing against the shore. Loganâs time in Formula 1 has meant youâve been traveling around the world, getting to experience so much more than youâd ever imagined you would in your lifetime, but nothing compares to the familiarity and comfort of Floridaâ of home.
And your friends.
âSo,â Sophia bumps her shoulder against yours, eyes alight with mischief when you turn to meet her expectant gaze. âCome on,â she teases, âtell me about him.â
Youâve been friends with her for a few years now, ever since moving back to the United States. She was born and partially raised in Belgium, so after spending so long in Europe, sheâs the only one who understood the minor culture shock of moving back. You both clicked, and youâve been stuck together ever since. Youâve learned, however, that if thereâs one constant about her, itâs without a doubt her need to gossip about anything and everythingâ but specifically boys.
You huff out a laugh, âThereâs no âheâ to tell you about.â
She hums into her glass of wine, eyeing you skeptically.
âThere isnât!â You laugh, shoving her lightly.
She gasps and feigns falling back onto the blanket spread out beneath you. Sheâs dramatic, too, and thatâs another reason you matched so well. She feels like the sister you never had, which makes moments like this feel even more special.
âThis back and forth with a certain OP-eighty-one suggests otherwise,â she sing-songs back at you as she sits up, making kissing faces and cackling when you shove at her again.
âIâm not sure how you even know about that,â you grumble. âYou donât even use Instagram.â
âMaybe not, babes,â she casts her gaze out across the ocean, âbut I have my sources. So come on, between us girls and us girls only, tell me whatâs going on.â
You heave a sigh, gulp down the last mouthful of wine in your glass, and then pour yourself another while she waits. Youâre not getting out of this, and part of you does really want to talk about things. On top of being your brother and therefore way more protective than he needs to be, Logan is also Oscarâs best friend and youâre not sure what âbro codeâ is exactly, but you imagine not dating your friendâs sister is part of itâ so heâs out of the question. Youâd go to Dalton if you were sure he wouldnât tell Logan, but theyâre loyal to each other and have some sort of unspoken pact when it comes to your love life. You joked once that instead of your dad, itâd be them waiting at the door with a shotgun if you ever brought a guy home, but youâre not sure it was a joke at all with how they act sometimes.
âIt started in Bahrain,â you begin, rolling your eyes when she wiggles excitedly and turns her undivided attention to you. âIâve known him for a while because he and Logan have driven together since they were young, so I messaged him after the race to say that it sucked he had to retire so early into it.â
âAnd?â
You shoot her a look. âAnd, we kept talking. One thing led to another and we met up for drinksâŠâ You fiddle with the rim of your glass, glancing back out to the water. You canât tell if the heat on your face is because youâre embarrassed, or from spending so much of your day under the Floridian sun. âThatâs it.â
âThatâs it?â She asks incredulously.
âWellââ you purse your lips. âWe kissed. Once. When he dropped me off at the hotel. But it was probably just the alcohol or something. I donât think he wanted it to mean anything. I bet he just wanted to have fun but couldnât because he had to leave early in the morning.â
She sends you a look. âHe was sober enough to drive you back⊠but you think it was alcohol influencing his decisions? And he kissed you, even knowing he wouldnât be able to âhave fun?â Right. Didnât mean anything at all.â
You shake your head and huff. âHe was upset because heâd had such high hopes for his first Grand Prix and it ended poorly, and I was there to comfort him, so maybe thatâs why. He got caught up in the moment, or something.â
âY/N, I love you. I do. Youâre my best friend and youâre like a little sister to me,â she cups your face in her hands and turns you to look at her. âBut you can be so dense sometimes, do you know that?â
âThen why hasnât he brought it up?â You ask, your voice garbled slightly from the way her hands squish your cheeks together. âWe saw each other again in Melbourne, to celebrate him getting his first points, and he didnât say anything then. Or Miami, or England, or Japan.â
She gives you another look and lets your face go. âItâs a two-way street, babe. Why havenât you brought it up?â
And⊠thatâs a good point. You technically couldâve brought it up, too. Youâd just been so afraid of how he wouldâve reacted that youâd chosen to keep quiet, preferring uncertainty over rejection. Itâs the same reason why you so rarely pursue the things you want. A fear of rejection stands in your way, and you realize suddenly that you couldâve ruined things with someone you genuinely like just because you were afraid.
âYou know, like, Schrodingerâs cat," you start meekly. "If you donât open the box, the cat is dead and alive, because you donât know. So I never brought it up. Because not knowing is better than him telling me it was nothing.â
She reaches out and wraps her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her side. When she speaks again, her voice is calmer, less accusatory, a murmur against the ambiance of the hissing tideâ âBut what if he tells you itâs something?â
You groan. âHe probably thinks Iâm not interested.â
âY/Nââ
âOh God!â You pull away and bury your face into your hands. âI ruined it all!â
She pries your hands away and looks you in the eye. Thereâs a sparkle in her gaze, itâs the look she gets when she has a plan.
âYou havenât ruined it. We just have some work to do.â
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ââ a/n: i am overwhelmed by the amount of love on the first part of this! genuinely did not anticipate it at all, and i'm so thankful. so here's the second part! i hope it does justice to the first!
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if i may, request from đ sparkling wine prompt #1: âis that my shirt?â / âyou mean our shirt?â with reader wearing emilyâs shirt around the house while sheâs cooking dinner and emily comes home to find her in it?
THANK YOU SM!
A souvenir for the night
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader
Category: Fluff
Summary: Emily comes home to a cooked dinner and the sight of her girlfriend wearing her clothes.
TWs: implied smut
A/N: Thank you so much for the kind message and for the request! I really appreciate it <3
Word count: 1.4K
Sometimes, in the early mornings that werenât disrupted by the duty calls of new cases, you had the luxury to bask into the morning sunlight and gaze at your girlfriendâs sleeping form and the peacefulness that engulfed her features. You had the opportunity to wake her up with little kisses and whispered words of affection, your heart always fluttering at the sleepy smile she gave you in response, which uncovered those perfect dimples.Â
On the other occasions, you werenât as lucky - between the delicate verge of dreamland and reality, your mind would be able to process Emilyâs soft voice apologizing for her early departure alongside with how much she loved you and that she will be back as soon as possible. Then, you would just fall asleep again, waking up later to the empty bedside.
Today was one of those unfortunate times, a Saturday nonetheless, your eyes tracing along the silent room, the spot next to you showing lingering traces of the person you were already longing for. Sighing, you pulled the blanket away, the sudden contact with the cold air causing goosebumps to your skin. Stretching your stiffened muscles, you got up from the bed, spotting the thrown clothes on the floor from the night before with a small curl on your lips.Â
It only took a couple of seconds before you picked up Emilyâs oversized white shirt and a pair of fresh underwear, heading towards the bathroom for a long shower. You always loved staying in on the weekends - you could argue with anyone you knew that a cup of coffee, paired with a blanket and a good book on the couch was better than any other activity - even more so if you could rest against your girlfriend and read together. In her absence, your day wasnât much different, but you would also make sure to send her messages throughout the day, probably writing one too many âI love youâsâ.
However, the day got progressively better once you found out that the case that was going on was local, meaning that Emily will be coming home tonight. Giddily, you got out of bed, roaming through the kitchen in hope to find the necessary ingredients for dinner, her reaction a constant motivation to do anything for her. Really, you would give her the world if you could.
The rest of the day was filled with grocery shopping and apartment tidying, preparing the dining table with a clean white tablecloth and three vanilla-flavored candles in the middle, ready to be lighted up later. You didnât bother to change into your clothes once you got back from the supermarket, tossing the jeans away and remaining once again in her oversized shirt.Â
Soon, boredom caged you, knowing that Emily could well arrive at a decent hour or past midnight. You could only hope that it wasnât going to be the second option today.
âHey, love. Let me know when youâre out of workâ, you texted her at some point, internally wishing that she would magically say that sheâs already on her way.
âI will. I love you, mi amorâ, she said back in a matter of minutes, and it made your heart sing whenever she would use those words for you.Â
You were such a goner, you didnât even bother to hide it.
âI love you too, Emâ, you sent in a matter of seconds, knowing that she adored the nickname from the moment it fell from your lips.
Sighing again, you plopped on the couch with a blanket and a book, deciding that it was the only way to make the time pass faster in your girlfriendâs absence. And the moment she notified you that she was getting ready to leave, your heart rate picked up as you made your way to the kitchen, starting to prepare the pasta sauce.
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Twisting her keys into the front door, Emily was greeted by the smell of your cooking, a smile already tugging at her lips. Closing the door behind her, she hung her coat and got out of her boots, tossing her keys on the counter. The combination of her stomach churning and her heart fluttering caused an almost overwhelming excitement as she made her way to the kitchen.
âHoney? Iâm home!â, her voice was like a melody, emphasizing on the last word.
She pauses in the doorway, her eyes widening slightly as she sees you in her shirt and bare legs, for a moment her mind going blank. You looked absolutely divine right now - it almost made her forget how to breathe properly. There was something so intimate and domestic about the sight of you in her clothes, stirring up a strange mix of emotions that she would gladly get used to.
âSay something, you idiotâ, a small voice was yelling at her, but her voice just wouldnât cooperate right now, only managing to let out a couple of mumbled words.
âIs thatâŠmy shirt?â.
You paused the stirring motion for a bit, turning towards her and enjoying that look of pure adoration on her face. It made you want to simply go and wear her clothes all the time.Â
âYou mean our shirt?â, your voice had a subtle teasing tone that didnât go unnoticed, evident by the delicate shade of pink on her cheeks.
It was like your question short-circuited her brain again. Moving on autopilot, she walked further into the kitchen to join you, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before settling her chin on your shoulder.
Silence.
âEarth to Emily?â, you couldnât help but tease her more, resuming your attention to the hot pan of sauce on the stove.Â
âHuhâŠ? Yeah, Iâm hereâ, her voice was whispery, like she was miles away, âit looks good on youââŠso good that youâre going to be the death of me someday - she wanted to add, but kept it to her thoughts.
âThank you, loveâ, you replied affectionately, somehow making her fall in love even more with you.
It was just impossible not to.
She plants a kiss to your shoulder, trailing it up to your neck, the feeling of her lips in contact with your skin causing you to unconsciously shiver in response. She tightens her grip around your waist, continuing the soft kisses on your neck until she hears a long sigh coming from your lips.
âEm, if you continue that, we wonât be eating anytime soon. And I made pappardelle bologneseâŠâ, you whined a bit, not caring at all about the food at this moment, your senses all focused on her perfect lips.
And if she wasnât starving right now, you would have already been in her arms on the way to the bedroom. It made her groan a bit, the sound of her comfort food bringing her back to reality.
âFineâŠâ, she pouted, resting her chin back on your shoulder, savoring the closeness of this scene instead.Â
Maybe after.
She watched as you kept cooking, her heart doing those weird little flutters again. Here you were, making her favorite meal after a long day, wearing her clothes and looking unbelievably beautiful in the process. She must be dreaming.
âI love youâ, she spoke softly, finding no other way to express her gratitude for your presence. For the way you always took care of her. For the way you lighted up her world from the moment your paths crossed. For the way you made her forget how loneliness feels like. For everything.
âI love you tooâ, you moved your head slightly to smile at her, and she immediately took the opportunity to kiss your lips this time.
The rest of the evening passed quickly, but in the coziness of your shared apartment, time seemed to stand still as you ate dinner at the candlelight table, the faint smell of vanilla bringing a soothing sense to the room. It was silent, but not the awkward one where you didnât know what subject to bring up - it was a comforting one, in which you basked into the feeling that you were in the presence of each other. No words were needed.
And later that night, when both your clothes found their way back onto the bedroom floor, the rest of the world faded away, letting you be just two women that loved each other endlessly, forever and always.
#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss x female reader#emily prentiss x y/n#emily prentiss x you#emily prentiss blurb#emily prentiss x fem!reader#emily prentiss drabble#emily prentiss fluff#emily prentiss imagine#emily prentiss fanfic#emily prentiss fic#emily prentiss fanfiction#criminal minds x fem!reader#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds
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The Y/lâs
Logan Sargent x journalist!reader
SMAU
Similar to Allison and Issac Rochelle Kutch, the internet decided that you are not a Sargent, but rather Logan is a Y/l. I imagine this takes place years in the future (Logan isn't 22 and in his rookie season but a little older)
logansargent
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logansargent: I recommend marrying your childhood crush. Y/n, this past year of being your husband has been incredible, every year I get to count as being yours is better than the last. It's always been you -Your husband â€ïž
Tagged y/nsargent
y/nsargent from friends to âfriendsâ to dating to married, who wouldnât thunk it! Love you so much Loâ€ïž
logansargent love you more â€ïž
alex_albon âfriendsâ is crazy
daltonsargent those teen years were something
user1 my standards arenât high, I just want a man who will openly declare himself mine on main
Williamsracing our fav brideđ
y/nsargent Williams admin đđ
user2 I cant decide if I love or hate the idea of wrecking the dress at the end of the reception đ«
oscarpiastri I canât believe Iâve had to deal with yâall for so long
logansargent do you want compensation or something??
y/nsargent hereâs a cookie for your troubles đȘ
user3 "its always been you" SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
y/nsargent
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y/nsargent been making Sargent look good for a whole year đȘđȘ Logan, itâs been a fairytale with you!! Thank you for being here for everything and showing me that long distance is worth itâ€ïž
Tagged logansargent
logansargent you make Sargent look damn good babyâ€ïž
y/nsargent đ„°
lilymhe absolutely stunning- one of my favorite days ever!!
y/nsargent best maid of honor ever (even though you showed me up at my own wedding)
lilymhe i couldnât never show you up (you can get payback at mine promise)
y/nsargent canât wait!! @/alex_albon tick tick
alex_albon youâre either flirting with her or encouraging a proposal
user1 uugh the wedding collage is such a vibe đ«
user2 literal goals
y/nsargent
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y/nsargent: the grind>>>
Tagged: no one
user1 full time journalist AND full time wag
user2 what canât she do
logansargent it donât stop đȘđ
landonorris ok frat boy
user3 Logan is the real trophy husband here
oscarpiastri real
user4 OSCAR?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??
lilymhe Iâm still in awe of your ability to work on a plane
y/nsargent itâs less of my ability to and more of that Coke next to me in the first pic đ
user5 LMAO
user6 I love how she never misses watching a race
user7 especially bc her schedule is already so crazy
user8 fr sheâs constantly flying from one place to another writing for a million companies
user9 She's everything and he's just Ken
logansargent
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logansargent Podium in my home race for my good luck charm- it'll always be you đđ
Tagged williamsracing, y/nsargent
y/nsargent when he dedicated his home race to you >>>
landonorris he talks like a frat dude and you talk like youâre chronically on tik tokâŠ
oscarpiastri match made in heaven
y/nsargent I donât remember inviting this energy into my comment thread
user1 screaming crying throwing up
user2 âmy good luck charmâ đ€žđŒââïžđ
user3 sleeping on the Highway
user4 toaster bath bomb fr fr
user5 Logan making it on the podium and still bringing up his wife is literal trophy husband behavior
user6 Logan Y/l fr fr
user7 whoâs Logan Sargent anyway? Ew
y/nsargent đ @/lilymhe
lilymhe well when you bring Taylor into the convoâŠ
Williamsracing on three everyone say thank you y/n
y/nsargent thank you y/n
Alex_albon girlie bffr
user8 why am I crying? no reason just Logan always telling it is or it always will be her
y/nsargent
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y/nsargent wreck my plans thatâs my man đșđžđŠ
Tagged logansargent, Williamsracing
logansargent and what did I do to deserve a T Swift caption??
y/nsargent just by being the trophy husband you are â€ïž
logansargent proudly â€ïž
user1 y/n always delivers 10/10 Logan content
user2 the emojisđ
lilymhe that pic is literal goals
y/nsargent we're literal goals
lilymhe love you bae
logansargent do we have any defense here
Alex_albon none mate
Y/nsargent with spokeswomen
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y/nsargent: no one is gonna tell you this kid, but I can now. You are gonna have so many sleepless nights, so many long plane rides across the world, so many abandoned relationships, and so so many tears. You're gonna cover more sports games, fashion shows, and political events than you ever thought possible. You will hit the very rock bottom of it all multiple times, but youâll keep going. Thank God that you did, because now you have multiple awards under your belt as well as your own news provider, @/spokeswomen!
I don't know what the future will look like other than more busy, busy days but thank you to everyone who has supported me on this journey and will continue to đ«¶đ«¶
Tagged: spokeswomen
lilymhe your journey has been so so inspirational to women in all fields! I am so excited that because of you and your connections the world now has another safe space for female based news!! đ
y/nsargent love you lil!! You are as much as an inspiration to međ
logansargent I'll be your coffee runner forever if it means shit like this gets done đ
y/nsargent you're gonna regret saying that user6 we love a supportive husband user7 Mr. Y/l raising standards everywhere
taylorswift such a incredible creation!! So many wonderful stories are gonna be shared and many necessary actions will be kicked started here-- you have a loyal follower
y/nsargent ahh thank you so much!! It is such an honor to read this, especially after all the hype sessions to "The Man" and "Mad Women"
user1 if @/spokeswomen has a hundred followers I'm one, if they have 1 its me, and if they have 0 I'm dead
user2 I love the idea of all women based and written articles on a wide range of topics-- they website/media pages are so aesthetic toođ«
user3 so Logan goes vroom vroom for a job while Y/n created an entire news company to share women's voices??
user4 official petition to have their last names changed to Y/l
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user5 live, laugh, love Y/n Y/l
serenawilliams it's people like you who make the world a better place
y/nsargent likewise- you've been one of my biggest inspirations
logansargent
liked by oscarpiastri, Alex_albon, user94, and 573,902 others
logansargent: the setup v.s the view đ
tagged: y/nsargent
y/nsargent is this a thirst trap for our marriage??
lilymhe you can take the boy away from the frat boy mentality, but you can't take the mentality out of the boy...
user1 men<< women fr fr
y/nsargent Logan Y/l energy
user2 LMAO Y/N đ
user3 SHE KNOWS
logansargent how does that equate to Kenergy
williamsracing room with a view đ«¶
User4 his hands???
User5 foaming at the mouth
User6 what does she use to do her hair? It looks great
Williamsracing
Liked by y/nsargent, user4, logansargent
Williamsracing: the air smells like a podium for Mr. Y/l this weekendâŒïž
Tagged logansargent
User1 Babe wake up Williams called Logan Y/l
Y/nsargent Williams gets it
Lilymhe the word is spreading
Logansargent Iâm still just as confused as in Y/nâs comment section
Y/nsargent donât worry babe
oscarpiastri itâs your true form
user2 *eagle screech*
user3 the last name was the final factor to becoming the ultimate trophy husband
user4 lmao he's about to ascend
Y/nsargent
Liked by lilymhe, partner1, user4, and 847,280 others
Y/nsargent vacation with the Y/nâs
Tagged Logansargent
Logansargent I feel like Iâm losing my manly man cred with this new trend
Alex_albon donât worry man you canât lose what you never had
Lilymhe Alex you're one to talk
y/nsargent BAHAHAHAH
user1 not Logan losing his mind over this đ
User2 âmy manly man credâ ROLLING
oscarpiastri he called me to complain about this
User3 not Dalton telling on him
Logansargent if youâve spent the amount of time I have talking with her abt being a SARGENT and then spend over a year with the name SARGENT youâd be concerned too
Y/nsargent awww lo đ„ș
logansargent
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Logansargent canât here y'all up here
Tagged y/nsargent
Y/nsargent get them with the clap back baby!!
Lilymhe weâre rooting for you!!
Logansargent yâall are both assholes
User1 Leia ate
logansargent golden hour goddess
user2 oh to travel to the mountains with my husband and our dog
y/nsargent I'd also like to add Leia has my last name at the vet...
logansargent too bad I don't go to the vet as well
user3 LMAO
user4 we love the middle school comebacks
user5 this entire family has pretty privilege
lilymhe
liked by y/nsargent. alex_albon, logansargent, and 720,208 others
lilymhe dinner with the He's and Y/l's
tagged: y/nsargent, logansargent, Alex_albon
y/nsargent I missed our dinners
lilymhe same!! screw adult life with adult responsibilities
user1 that looks so good
user2 oh to be invited to a dinner with Y/n and Lily
user3 why does that salad look so plainđ
Alex_albon wondeful night darling â€ïž thank you to everyone involved for trusting mine and Logan's cooking
logansargent a very big thank you
user4 he's just building the resume, soon all Y/n will need to do is work and be pretty
logansargent that's the goal
y/nsargent
liked by taylorswift, user9, lilymhe, and 938,238 others
y/nsargent we've hit 1 million followers on @/spokeswomen!! This project has meant so much to me and to see it grow has been unreal!! Thank you to the wonderful group of women who stand beside me and help keep this dream afloat- I love y'all more than wordsđ
Logan (and Leia), thank you for all the nights you've held me together when I wanted to fall apart and quit this project. You saw the vision that was so much bigger than me. I love you so much â€ïž
tagged: spokeswomen, logansargent, partner1, partner2, partner3, partner4
user1 since they adopted Leia she's been in every post of theirs đ
user2 they're so real for it
partner2 I'm forever in awe of your hard work and how you made a dream your reality!!
logansargent you have always and will always be the one for me, wether or not 7 y/o me knew it. You are such an inspiration to me always. I will always pick you up when you fall, because you've always been the wind beneath me to keep me soaring high â€ïž
y/nsargent now I'm crying at work, I love you so much Loâ€ïž
user3 that office in an introverts nightmare
y/nsargent don't worry! Everyone's preference and comfort was taken into account when designing- we have plenty of support for all kinds of social types. Plus we've all grown close so it feels more casual than cold and business-y
user4 that's so considerate
partner3 she's the best boss ever
partner1 I'm in debt to you everyday for bring me onto this amazing project- I cannot wait to see what the future holds
user5 aww Logan and Leia
Alex_albon top tier dog dad right there
lilymhe when can we get one
Alex_albon with what time?
y/nsargent you're so right, y'all are too busy for a dog. Now a specific diamond ring however...
lilymhe you heard the lady
logansargent
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logansargent cheers to 2 whole years of marriage! I never want to imagine a reality where we aren't together- thank you so much for all the support and love. The only girl you could ever come second to is Leia. I promise to forever bring you coffee, make sure you rest, and mostly importantly love you. Its always been you- Mr. Y/l
tagged: Y/nsargent
y/nsargent ALERT THE PUBLIC HE SAID MR. Y/L
user6 "its always been you- Mr. Y/n" I can't handle this rn
user7 Logan finally used Y/l
user8 as much as I hated the wait, this was the best time for him to do it
y/nsargent I love you so much Lo, I'm holding you up to your promises- specially the last one
logansargent yes ma'am
user1 YOURE TELLING ME HER WEDDING RING IS ENGRAVED WITH WHAT HE ALWAYS TOLD/TELLS HER
user2 the childhood friends to lovers trope is truly magical
user3 God it's me again
user4 I just want a man who will openly admit his love, as well as say it's always been me
user5 Y/n just lives in a romance novel
lilymhe my absolute favorites 𫶠many years of happiness and adventures to you three
y/nsargent đ«¶
Alex_albon congrats on the big 2!! Love you both
logansargent thank you man
williamsracing we're not crying over the Y/l's, you aređ„č
f1 in this house we support the Sargent's/Y/l's
#logan sargeant x reader#logan sargeant#Logan sergeant imagine#williams racing#f1 smau#f1 x reader#f1 imagines#f1#formula 1 smau#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 x reader#Logan sergeant smau#alex albon
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Depression interrupted || Hozier x reader
Kinktober - Day 6: Interruption
Prompt List
Tags: interruption, spit, mentions of depression, multiple orgasms, long introduction, reader has depression, nipple sucking, hickeys, references to possible suicide, fluff, hurt/comfort kinda because the hurt is like 2 paragraphs and the comfort is the rest of the fic
Summary: Youâve been on a depressive episode for the past couple weeks, and while Andrew had given you the space you requested, his anxiety gets the better of him when you stop answering your phone. So he goes to your apartment and finds a pleasant surprise.
Word count: 3.4k
A/N: this oneâs a long one chat idk what to say i got really into it. Thereâs nothing explicit that isnt the smut itself so donât worry about itđ
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You had been in a slight depressive rut for these past few weeks, you didnât know why exactly, but two and a half weeks ago you started feeling so incredibly sad that your brain decided it was best if you isolated yourself for a while, you worked from home anyway so it wasnât like youâd be missing work if you decided to bedrot for a couple days until you felt better. But the âcouple daysâ had now become seventeen days of not leaving the house and doing the bare minimum communication with your friends and family so theyâd know you werenât dead. This trend of lacklustre communication had also extended to your boyfriend, Andrew, who had been worried sick about you since you started answering to his messages less and less and not talking much during your calls.
Heâd wanted to come see you sooner, but between making new songs and having meetings for his next album, he had been too busy to do anything that wasnât working until a couple days ago. You had told him to not worry, that you just needed to be alone for a bit, and he decided to just let you be for a bit, checking in on you at least twice a day, usually more, and feeling his anxiety dissipate when you answered. His brain was divided, he did want you to have your own space and to let you figure this out on your own like you had before, but at the same time he was worried, your depressive episodes had never lasted more than four or five days since you started dating, and heâd always helped you through them, so why were you so distant now? And why for so long? Were you planning something? Andrew felt a knot in his stomach at the thought of you doing anything to hurt yourself, he grabbed his phone and messaged you, an admittedly cheesy message, but it was the only way he had of hiding how incredibly anxious he truly felt.
Andrew:
how are you feeling my love? can we call? id love to hear your voice i miss you so much baby <3] </blockquote>
You didnât answer, didnât even read his message, for the next hour Andrew sat on his couch waiting for you to message him or even to leave him on read so heâd know youâre still there. His anxiety created worse and worse scenarios in his head, he knew the most probable reason as to why you hadnât answered yet was that you were asleep, but the little worm in his head told him a more sinister story, so he called you. You didnât answer. He tried again. Voicemail. Third time. No answer. He knew that you would still get notifications from him and that your phone would still ring if it was a call from him even when you had it on Do Not Disturb, so why werenât you answering? He called over and over again for the next hour, by his twenty-third call he was stressed out of his mind, he didnât know what to do, but the call didnât go to voicemail this time.
âSorry, the number youâre trying to reach is off or without signal, please try again later.â Said the robotic voice over the phone. That settled it for Andrew, he took his keys and the copy he had of yours âfor emergenciesâ and got in his car with the intention of driving it to your house and checking in on you in person.
While all of this had been happening, you had been sleeping on the couch while your phone was in your bedroom supposedly charging, or it would be if you had remembered to plug it in. You woke up a bit after your phone had, unbeknownst to you, fully ran out of battery. You staggered over to your bedroom once more, your feet dragging along the floor of your small one-bedroom apartment. You threw yourself on your bed, not even bothering to check your phone before curling in on yourself and trying to fall asleep again, tossing and turning in your bed for a couple minutes before you decided to just masturbate to help you fall asleep again. Laying on your back, your hand sauntered downwards on your body, slipping under your pants and underwear and in between your folds, you gasped softly at your own touch, having not done this since your depressive episode took hold. Slowly, you started flicking your clit, you couldnât be bothered to look for your toy so your hands would have to do. Your free hand moved up under your shirt and to your chest, squeezing your breast though your bra and making you gasp again. Soft, quiet whimpers and moans escaped your lips as you slowly played with yourself.
Andrew was driving to your apartment at a record pace while still being careful enough that he wouldnât break any laws, finishing what would normally be a 45 minute ride in 35. He parked the closest he could to your building and, as calmly as he could, speed-walked over to your buildingâs door, opened it, and went inside. He took the elevator to your floor, the fifth, and while it slowly moved, he repeated the same thought in his head over and over, that you were probably just asleep and that he was worrying for nothing, but he needed to make sure you were okay, he needed to see you, even if you hadnât actually done anything to yourself he still wanted to hold you in his arms until you felt like yourself again. Heâd missed you so much in just two weeks and the thought of not being beside you for another second hurt him. The elevator doors opened, he rushed to your door, unlocking it and stepping into your apartment.
It wasnât as bad as heâd imagined it would be, but he hadnât seen your room or the kitchen yet, so he knew there would still be some surprises for you two to clean later. He called your name, you didnât answer, being too focused on your own moans in your bedroom to hear him speak or walk towards your bedroom door. Andrew leaned his ear against the door, hearing soft whimpers coming from inside, he felt his heart relax and break at the same time, his worst nightmare hadnât come true, but you were, to his knowledge, crying in your bedroom by yourself. He slowly opened the door, his eyes looking for you in the dark space.
âBaby? Iâm sorry I came here like this but you werenât answering and I- oh.â He explained quickly as he slowly pushed the door open, his little apology coming to a halt as he saw you on the bed, your shirt and bra scrunched up over your chest revealing your breasts while your hand squeezed one of them. Your other hand having travelled to your cunt, idly playing with your clit. He felt his anxiety vanish completely, being replaced by insatiable love and lust for you.
You yelped at the sight of Andrew at your bedroom door, your hands stopping their movements and rushing to grab something to cover yourself with like he hadnât seen you naked a million times over. âAndrew!â You screamed, âwhat are you doing here?â
âYou werenât answering my messages or my calls and then your phone ran out of battery so I came to see you.â He explained, a small smirk slowly appearing on his face. âGlad to see youâre okay, though.â
âI- I had it charging, did I not plug it in correctly?â You mumbled as you reached over to your nightstand, finally noticing that the charger wasnât plugged into the wall. You noticed Andrewâs weight shift the mattress, then his arms around your waist pulling you close to him.
âWhy didnât you want to see me, baby?â He asked softly, burying his face in your hair.
âI didnât want you to see me like this,â you answered, your voice starting to shake as the tears formed in your eyes. âIâm a mess, I donât want to burden you with my stupid brain.â
âHey, hey, hey,â he cooed lovingly, making you turn around so you were looking at him. âDonât say that, you could never burden me, ever. I love you, more than anything, and I want to be here for you for anything that you need help with. Especially this, okay?â
You nodded, a few tears leaving your eyes and running down your face.
âDonât cry, baby,â he kissed your cheeks a couple times each. âDo you want to talk about something else to get your mind off the sad thoughts? Or do you want to vent for a bit?â
âSomething else,â you practically whispered, making Andrew smile.
âOkay, how about we talk about what you were doing just before I came into the room, hm?â
You felt your face heat up as you heard his question. âI- ehm. I was⊠yeah.â You managed to stutter out.
âDo you want help finishing with it?â He asked, his voice dropping an octave lower.
You nodded meekly, feeling your blood rush to your cunt. He chuckled.
âHow do you want the help, my love?â He asked, leaning closer. âDo you want my mouth? My fingers? My cock?â
âCock.â You answered, your face heating up even more.
âVery well, then.â Andrew smiled lovingly, kissing your lips deeply, his tongue moving against your lips, asking for entrance.
You opened your mouth, he deepened the kiss immediately, you kissed back with just as much passion as him, your fingers tangling in his curls. He pulled back from your lips and started kissing down your jaw and neck, relishing in the sound of your soft moans.
âYou smell like coffee,â he pointed out between kisses.
âI spilled some on myself this morning, it was worse before I showered.â You mumbled in response.
âYou showered?â He asked.
âShut up.â You pouted.
âI wasnât teasing, love. Iâm proud of you.â He smiled softly, his eyes looking into yours with nothing but love and understanding. He kissed you again, more gentle this time, then resumed his worshipping of your neck, making his way down to your collarbone. His hands pulled at your shirt, his lips leaving your skin for just long enough that he could take it off you, followed by your bra, leaving you completely topless. He fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples until they were hard and taking one of them into his mouth, sucking and nibbling while his fingers played with your other one.
Gently, you laid down on the bed, Andrew followed behind, trapping you below him. His mouth moved to your other nipple, the coldness of the air hitting your wet peak making you gasp and goosebumps form in your skin. He chuckled, kissing your skin a few more times before pulling back and taking his own sweater and undershirt off. You smiled at the sight of him, he smiled back.
âThereâs that smile I missed.â He said in a loving whisper, leaning closer to you when he noticed your hands reaching out to touch him. He hummed softly, closing his eyes for a second to fully focus on the feeling of your hands on him. You caressed his torso, stopping to grasp and squeeze his man boobs and his chubby stomach, making him laugh again. âAlways with that.â He teased.
âLet me be, I like it.â You teased back, trying not to giggle.
âNot complaining,â he leaned down to place a peck on your lips with a smile. âJust making an observation.â
âSure it was.â You giggled softly, Andrew smiled lovingly as he slowly kissed down your body.
âHave you been taking your birth control?â He asked once his hands started pulling down on your pants.
You shook your head, you hadnât taken it since this episode started. âI donât have any condoms eitherâŠâ you added softly.
âYeah you do,â Andrew argued with a crooked smile, standing up and taking a box of condoms from the drawer on your bedside table.
âI didnât buy those,â you felt your face heating up again.
âI know, I did,â he chuckled as he started unbuckling his belt, âput them there just in case, too.â He threw the belt off somewhere in your room, taking off his jeans and boxers in one movement, his cock springing free from its confines, already hard and leaking. He took one of the condoms from the box, opening it and rolling it onto his cock.
He positioned himself between your legs, taking your pants and underwear off you as quickly as he could, running his fingers up and down your slit to see how wet you were.
âYouâre dripping,â he growled, âall for me?â He added teasingly.
âYeah,â you moaned softly.
âDid you even come before I interrupted you? Or since we last saw each other at all?â He asked, his voice deep and sultry. You shook your head in response, he chuckled and mockingly pouted, his hands moving your legs apart and positioning his length at your entrance. âOh, my poor baby, almost three weeks without an orgasm, how did you even manage?â
âShut up and fuck me already,â you whined needily, âplease.â
âDemanding little brat,â he scolded playfully, thrusting himself complaining into your pussy in one single thrust and making you scream in pleasure. You tried to catch your breath, feeling your walls stretch around him in the most pleasurable pain to accommodate to his size. He stood still, buried to the hilt in your heat, drunk on the sound of your quiet gasps. âGod, baby, you feel so fucking good, I almost wish I wasnât wearing a condom right now.â He chuckled softly as he leaned in to kiss you.
You kissed back, moving your hips ever so slightly to silently tell him to start moving. He listened, thrusting languidly in and out of you. âFaster, please,â you mumbled between soft moans.
âHow much faster, baby?â He asked, kissing your neck passionately. âDo you want me to ruin you completely? Because I know I want to.â
âYes, please,â you begged in between breathy moans, âoh my God, pleasepleasepleaseplease.â
Andrew smiled, biting and sucking softly at your pulse point, leaving a mark for everyone to see. His pace quickened, becoming relentless and unstoppable as your nails left their mark on his back. Your bed shook with the intensity, your moaning resounding against the bedroom walls. He kissed your body in any place where he could reach, enjoying the sound of your cries of pleasure as he lost himself in you.
He grabbed your leg, moving it so your ankle was on his shoulder allowing his cock to hit on the right spot to drive you crazy. He looked at your tits, bouncing as he thrust into you, your face contorted in pleasure. His hand that wasnât holding your leg moved to squeeze your breast, twisting and pulling your nipple to make you scream like he liked you to. He growled as you moaned louder and louder.
He kissed what he could reach of your leg, wanting desperately to always have his lips somewhere on you. His hand moved from your breast to your lips parting them with his fingers and pushing two of them into your mouth. You sucked out of instinct, eliciting a deep moan from Andrew. His fingers slowly thrusted in and out, muffling your moans, then he pulled them out, holding your mouth open by your chin, he leaned in, his face hovering over yours. He gathered saliva in his mouth, then slightly parted his own lips, letting his spit fall from his mouth to yours, shutting it closed right after. âSwallow it.â He ordered, leaving no room for argument, his relentless thrusts still shaking you and the bed. You obeyed, swallowing it without looking away from his eyes. He opened your mouth again, doing the same thing he just did and spitting into your mouth once more, this time you shut your mouth by yourself and swallowed without him having to tell you. He smiled, caressing your face lovingly. âGood girl, thatâs it, youâre so good for me, baby. So fucking perfect.â
You felt the twist of climax forming in your lower tummy, your moans mixing with whimpers. Andrew slightly changed the posture just enough so his pelvis would hit against your clit with every thrust. You felt the coil quickly tightening more and more until it snapped without a warning. You clenched around Andrewâs cock in your orgasmic bliss, your juices spilling out of your cunt around him, making a mess on the bed. âDonât stop, please, donât stop.â You begged even as your climax washed over you.
âYou want another one, baby?â He teased lightly, feeling like he was on cloud nine just from hearing you beg for another orgasm.
âYeah⊠please?â You begged desperately. âPlease, Andy, Iâll be good, please!â
âYou know I canât say no to you, my perfect angel.â
His hand moved to your clit, flicking it rapidly while his thrusts became irregular and twitchy because of his own oncoming orgasm. You felt your second climax creep up on you again, your legs shaking from the overstimulation and your moans turning completely into whines and whimpers.
âAlmost there, baby, come with me, thatâs it.â He cooed gently, guiding you towards your next orgasm. âSuch a pretty sight, my darling girl, so pretty for me.â
You came at the sound of his voice, clenching around him once more as he buried himself deep in you, stopping his movement and spilling his seed into the condom. You both breathed deeply, trying to catch your respective breaths.
Andrew pulled out of you, letting you lay in bed while he took off his condom and tied a knot on it before throwing it in the trash. He put his boxers back on, sitting back on the bed and caressing your body with love and care. âHow are you feeling, love?â He asked softly.
âGood,â you smiled, âbetter than I have in the past couple weeks.â
âIâm glad,â he kissed your cheek, âgo to the bathroom, baby, you know you have to.â He reminded you. You nodded, standing up from the bed and making your way out of the bedroom, stopping at the door when Andrew called your name. âCan you make me some coffee, please? Only if you feel like it, I can make it myself if not.â He asked.
âIâll make you some, donât worry about it.â You smiled, leaving the bedroom, closing the door, and walking into the only bathroom in your apartment. You cleaned yourself up, put on new clothes that had been on the folding pile since the week before last, and went into the kitchen to make coffee for Andrew. You heard some noises coming from your room, which you assumed was Andrew trying to find his clothes between all the mess that had accumulated in there for the past two and a half weeks. You finished the coffee after a while, having made it in an Italian coffee press since you knew Andrew didnât have one but liked how coffee tasted when made in one, poured it in a cup and made your way back to your bedroom. You opened the door to find most of the mess gone, the windows opened and lighting up the room once more.
âWhat the..?â You mumbled softly, seeing Andrew throw the last of your clothes that had been scattered across the floor into your hamper.
âI know you donât have the energy to clean right now,â he said softly, taking the coffee from your hands and taking a sip, âso I thought Iâd help a bit.â
âYou didnât have to.â You said, feeling tears prickling up in your eyes.
âI wanted to, though,â he assured you, leaving the coffee on your dresser and holding your face in his hands and wiping away the tears that had fallen from your eyes. âI love you, I want to help you. So let me.â
You hugged him tightly, âthank you,â you sobbed lightly, overwhelmed by the amount of love you were getting from him. âI love you too, I love you so much.â
âDonât cry, angel,â he kissed your head. âLetâs cuddle for a bit, then we can go out somewhere if you want or we can stay here and watch a movie or something, okay?â
âOkay.â You nodded into his chest, letting yourself be guided into your bed once more and curling up in his embrace as you laid together, his fingers running along your hair and arms.
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omg i love your blog sm!! itâs been a while since ive been in the fandom and i didnât think anyone wrote for vld anymore, ahhhh but i love the way you write!! youâre so so talented!! how do you think a love triangle sitch with keith and lance would play out? i love the both but UGHHHH THE DRAMA I LOVE ITđ©đ©
Oh my god thank you so much! Iâm so flattered asfdafh đ„°đ„č I know the fandom is dead to most but not to all. Iâm still here and voltron will always live on in my heart â€ïžâđ„ BRO THIS PROMPT??? PLZ ITS SO GOOD AAHHH ENJOY!
â€ïžLove Triangleđ
Okay first of all, these two would try to win you over IN COMPLETELY OPPOSITE WAYS.
Lance is, of course, over the top and very romantic and kind of cliche but so considerate and thoughtful and sweet.
Keith will be more nonchalant and mysterious, trying to use his skills and talents to impress you. Heâs the type to slowly win you over by being very genuine and honest.
It started when Lance threw a pick up line your way and not only was the line terribleâŠbut you actually laughed at it. It brought some pink to your cheeks as well. They both noticed that.
Lance was very smug about the fact that he made you giggle and blush.
Keith was a little annoyed at first, thinking Lance was just being his usual obnoxious self. So Keith just kept trying to make moves on you in his own way.
One day, Lance walked into the training room to see you and Keith sitting beside each other on the floor, breathing heavily as if youâd just decided to take a break. He couldnât really hear what Keith was saying but you looked very focused, very into the conversation and you two were sitting just a little bit too close for his liking.
Lance didnât like the eyes you were making at the red paladin
But Keith sure did. He was so excited to be sitting so close to you.
Then itâs like the spider man meme of them pointing at each other like đ§đđ» đđ»đź
âWait! You like (Y/N)? No no no, you canât! I like (Y/N)!â
âWell I liked them first!â
âNo! No! Dibs!â
âReally? Dibs?â *eye roll*
For the next week, theyâre both acting like goofballs around you.
Itâs kind of hilarious and very entertaining for you becauseâŠyou notice that they start adopting each otherâs ways of flirting and dropping hints. They do a little swap.
Itâs like they think the other person has a better chance with you so they try to switch it up and copy each other. Lance thinks Keithâs âmysterious bad boyâ persona is something youâre into. Keith thinks you find happiness in all the silly, goofy things Lance does. So they both try to switch it up in hopes of making you fall for them. Does that make sense?
Imagine Keith trying to use a pick up line on you and failing miserably. Heâs probably sweating through his shirt and his mouth is dry bc heâs so close to you, he can smell your shampoo. Heâd end up stuttering and then getting really pissed at himself for looking dumb in front of you. May go back to his room and pout if he felt things didnât go well.
Now imagine Lance trying to be all soft spoken and mysterious, trying to act cool. Lance trying not to talk too much is the equivalent of him holding his breath. Itâs only a matter of time before he breaks character and says some dumb, cheesy shit that has you rolling your eyes. He awkwardly shuffles away to his room and also pouts bc he feels like heâs just loud and annoying.
The boys got into a yelling match about it once. The pot just boiled over and all you could do was watch.
That was their very shitty, joint confession of their feelings for you- them screaming about who likes you more, who liked you first, who youâre more compatible with, ect ect blah blah blah
All right in front of you
And all the while, the whole team is so confused
Cue Allura and Hunk stepping in between them because both their faces are turning red from anger and jealousy.
Everyone just looks at Shiro like đ
Shiro, the dad of the group: đđ€ âfineâŠâ
Shiro sits them both down for a long chat and by the end of it, the boys have come to terms with the fact that they both like you and not only is it your choice who youâd want to be with, but thereâs a lot of other things to be worried about rn. They shouldnât, and they wonât, pressure you.
BuutttttâŠthey do keep up some of the same things they like to do with you.
Keith still trains with you often (and he really enjoys helping you with your stance/posture bc he gets to be touchyâš)
Lance still invites you into his room to play video games (and he always seems out of breath when you sit so close to him, your arm touching his)
They try their best to control their temper around you and they try not to be around when youâre with the other person. They donât need to see you being all close and personal with someone who isnât them. :,(
The boys just continue to be their normal selves with you. They figure you should get to know them, the real them, before you make any decisions.
Yes, they both like you.
Yes. Theyâre both very competitive and very jealous.
But they respect each other and they respect you.
And we are in the middle of an intergalactic war right now, this is not a real priority.
Theyâll give you some time and a pace to think about it.
Now comment on this post and tell me who youâd choose đ I love them both so so much but Lance is my soulmate for sure
#voltron#voltron legendary defender#voltron x reader#voltron x you#vld#keith x reader#vld keith#keith vld#lance x reader#lance mcclain x reader#lance vld#voltron lance#vld lance#lance voltron#keith voltron#voltron keith#lance mcclain#keith kogane#keith kogane x reader
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Let Me Take Care of You
Bucky x GN!Reader
Description: you help Bucky relax after a long dayÂ
Warnings: fluff!, Nudity kind of? I mean you give Bucky a bath but the fact he's naked isn't really brought up, Nonsexual massage, gratuitous use of pet names, mentions of anxiety
A/N: Bucky deserves all the gentle affection and soft touches and love and I plan to write him receiving them đ€đđđ
((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))
You heard the door slam, and knew that Bucky was home
Slowly, you sat up, poking your head over the couch to see your boyfriend kicking off his boots
âHey, Sweet Boy,â you kissed his cheek when he sat down beside you, âhow are you doing?â
He let out a grunt, crossing his arms over his chest and focusing on the TV with a little huff.
âBuck, talk to me,â you cupped his jaw, bringing his face to yours, âwhat's wrong, hm? Why are you so grumpy?â
ââm always grumpy, according to Sam.â He mumbled.
âNot here, not with me.â
His blue eyes met yours, bright but bloodshot.
âHaving a rough time right now, Doll. I'll be okay in a bit.â He took your hand and gently kissed the back of your palm, âjusâ some work stuff.â
You nodded sympathetically, wrapping your arms around him and all but forcing him to lay down with you.
Bucky needed some TLC and you were gonna give it to him, dammit.
He settled down on top of you, laying his head on your chest as your hand began to card through his hair.
Your free hand slipped under his shirt to rub his back, and that was when you felt it
His muscles were tense and taught, his entire back one big knot
That tore it for you
He needed more than some TLC
Bucky needed to be absolutely spoiled today, and you were going to make sure that he was
âHey,â Bucky's eyes met yours, âIâm gonna go run you a bath."
âYou don't have to do that, Doll,â he kissed your cheek, âdon't go through all that trouble for me.â
âI wasn't giving you an option. I'm taking care of you today.â
âI'm sure you have more important things to do than fuss over me.â
âMy Bucky needs some pampering, that's more important than anything.â
He smiled softly at you and kissed your lips, âthank you.â
âOf course, Baby.â
A bit later Bucky was settled in a warm bubble bath, relaxing as you massaged shampoo into his scalp.
You always took longer than you probably needed to when working the soap into his short hair, just so you could hear the content little hums he was making.
âAlright, Baby. Head back, I'm gonna rinse you,â he did as instructed and you gently ran the shower head over his hair, shielding his eyes
âI was thinking, one you're done with your bath I could work those knots out of your back for you,â you told him, kissing his forehead once you'd finished.
âYou don't have to do that, Doll.â
âI know I don't have to. But I want to,â you kissed his cheek, âyour back has to be hurting all tied up like that, I want to make you feel better.â
Bucky smiled warmly.
âI love you,â he whispered as you helped him lean back against the porcelain, a relaxed sigh escaping him.
âI love you too, Baby.â You lovingly scratched his stubble, âI'm gonna go get out room ready, okay? You just stay here and relax, shout if you need me.â
He nodded and closed his eyes as you left him.
You turned down the bed and dimmed the lights, pulling up the 40s music playlist on your Spotify and letting it play softly in the background.
You put Bucky's favorite throw on the bed for him and set out a pillow before placing a bottle of lilac-scented lotion on the nightstand
You knew how much he loved the scent.
When you'd first started dating he had brought you a bouquet of them, and had come to associate them with you.
Once the room was fully optimized for some Bucky pampering, you went to the kitchen, filled his water bottle, and filled a bowl with pieces of chocolate
Bucky didn't eat or drink nearly as much as he probably should, so you were always quick to feed and water him when you were caring for him like this
When everything was set you returned to your boyfriend and found him fighting to stay awake.
You chuckled fondly as you shook him awake, âc'mon Sweet Boy, time to get out.â
You dried his body with the softest towel you could find before dressing him in a pair of shorts and leading him into the bedroom.
He gasped when he saw the cozy atmosphere you had created for him.
âDoll, you didn't have to go through all this trouble for meââ he turned bright red as you cupped his face.
âWould you stop that?â You asked, stroking his cheek, âI know I don't have to do anything. I do this because I want to. I like taking care of you, I like knowing that I can help you feel good. It's what you deserve.â
Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but you place a finger on his lips, âyou've been through so much, Baby Boy. You've had to be so brave and strong. You deserve to be loved and taken care of and treated like something precious. Because you are. So please Baby, just let me take care of you.â
He crushed you in a hug, hiding his face in your hair.
âThank you Doll,â he murmured as you wrapped your arms around his waist in turn.
âAny time, Buck.â You pulled away, leading him to the bed, âalright Baby, lay down on your stomach okay?â
He did as instructed, settling his head on the pillow, supporting his head with his arm.
âCan I get started, Sweetheart?â You asked, leaning down and kissing his shoulder.
He nodded, and you set to work.
Bucky gasped as you started to rub his back, the floral scented lotion cool against his skin.
You carefully worked out each individual knot, stopping and peppering little kisses along his spine every now and then.
You smiled at the happy little noises he was making, enjoying your soft touch.
Bucky had been with you for some time now, and he still couldn't comprehend how you could be so gentle with him
There was a pleasant fuzzy feeling creeping into his mind as you worked, blocking out every negative thought and anxiety Bucky had been carrying all day and allowing him to only focus on the here and now.
The way you massaged each taut muscle, working out each knot without causing him pain, the tender kisses you pressed to his back, it was so much more than he was used to
More than he'd ever dreamed he'd get, and far more than he thought he deserved.Â
You finished his massage and pressed a kiss to his temple, âhow're you feeling, Baby?â
He let out a little hum, making you smile.
âDo you need anything else?â You asked, carding a hand through his hair, âI thought we could take a nap.â
âSkin-on-skin?â he asked, looking up at you with pleading blue eyes.
âOf course, Honey,â You smiled and slipped off your shirt before climbing into bed beside him.
Bucky laid down on top of you, resting his head on your chest.
As he nestled into you, you grabbed his water bottle, âcan I get you to drink something for me, Baby Boy?â
Bucky nodded and allowed you to slip the soft silicone mouthpiece between his lips, taking long, slow sips off the bottle.
âGood, Bucky,â you smiled, âare you hungry?â
He nodded, and you began to hold pieces of chocolate up to his mouth, feeding him with one hand and stroking his hair with the other
You knew that Bucky was an adult, fully capable of taking care of himself
But he'd taken care of himself for long enough, he deserved a break
And if that break came in the form of getting the skin-on-skin contact he desperately needed while being hand fed like a prince, then god dammit youâre gonna give it to him.
Youâd give him the universe if he asked
Once he finished his chocolate, you noticed he was fighting to stay awake, his blue-gray eyes fluttering against your skin.
You kissed his forehead
âTake a nap, Sweetheart. Iâll be here when you wake up,â you brushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed his cheek, âsleep tight, Baby. I love you.â
âThank you for taking care of me, Doll,â he whispered as he drifted off.
You smiled softly and kissed his forehead.
âAlways, Bucky.â
#bucky barnes#mcu#james bucky barnes#james barnes#james buchanan barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes headcanon
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Can I get a headcanon of the bachelors and how they'd be sexy with you when you're down? Like, if they're trying to cheer you up and be a little goofy with it but also tryna HIT. THAT. đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
Thanks Snail, ILU.
Bachelors Goofing Their way Into Your Pants
18+ đ± MDNI đ± NSFW (-ish)
This one was a tough ask Libby but Iâll do nothing if not stand and deliver đ«Ą Honestly might be my favorite head cannon list for the bachelors Iâve ever done so THANK YOU for this prompt icon. NSFW? -ish under the cut (lewd?? Idk lol)
Harvey-
đ Perhaps the goofiest about this
đ He would not try to come onto you when youâre down unless he KNOWS itâs going to pick you up
đ So once heâs confident letâs start there
đ Itâs a song and dance
đ Dissappears, and when heâs back heâs got his med kit
đ He gets out the stethoscope and all. The whole nine yards.
đ Thatâs right folks. Weâre paging Dr. Love
đ Will NOT let you stop this routine. Dr. Love WILL be completing the full assessment. Listening to your heart rate, checking your throat and ears, somehow always having to complete a chest exam
đ (M or F he will be groping your tits for this one)
đ The diagnosis is in
đ Thereâs Only One Cure for What Ails You
đ You guessed it! You need a little lovinâ (Dr. Loveâs catchphrase)
đ Important note: Dr. Love is not a licensed medical practitioner
đ This works a little too well perhaps. Heâs so confident for no reason at all LMAO
đ Lowkey want to write a Dr. Love oneshot now because this is really fun and cute
Elliott-
â€ïž If youâre feeling down man will preform the absolute worst ad lib poetry
â€ïž Silliest lymrics youâve ever heard
â€ïž Dumb dumb dummmmmb
â€ïž Very dirty and stupid bad poems about you
â€ïž Specifically about his favorite parts of your body
â€ïž Or his favorite things you do during sex
â€ïž The worse it is, the better as far as he is concerned
â€ïž Raunchy dirty filthy
â€ïž But like. In the most grade school mother goose style he can manage
â€ïž No flowery language here
â€ïž Takes off your clothes to expose the parts of you the heâs referring to
â€ïž When you do x thing (then tries to make you do x thing)
â€ïž Will be proving his point. Period!!!
Alex-
đ€ Physical touch legend
đ€ Wrestles
đ€ Winner gets whatever they want from the loser
đ€ Has a wrestling name and all
đ€ Does the John Cena theme
đ€ His hands end up in all sorts of places that they donât need to be
đ€ Most wrestlers arenât grabbing ass đ€š
đ€ Gets you in some really tight, close pins, but somehow you end up winning anyway
đ€ No I didnât let you win donât be ridiculous I respect the sport too much to everâ
đ€ He let you win
đ€ You can take your prize now đ Whatever you want đ
đ€ And if his hard on is pressing against you? Well. Maybe he has some ideas about what your prize should be
Shane-
đ Gets you through the hard stuff first, so once youâre on the mend heâs goofing to the max
đ KING FLEXER!
đ Aw babe come on? How can you be so sad when you have these guns to look at?
đ Runs through a series of absurd poses to show off his muscly farm boy arms
đ Lays it on really thick about being a stud
đ âNo matter what at the end of the day you have a trophy husbandâ (even if heâs not married to you. ESPECIALLY if heâs not married to you)
đ STRIP! TEASE!!
đ Showing off everything youâre so lucky to have with a big goofy grin on his face
đ Throwing his clothes across the room and everything
đ Making the music sounds with his mouth
đ You HAVE to whistle or hoot at him or clap or something
đ He demands applause from his audience if heâs not getting some singles at least
Sam-
đ©· Another song and dancer
đ©· This man was born for the stage I fear
đ©· Genuinely and truly putting on a SHOW about it all
đ©· The drama of it. Uh oh, heâs compromised!
đ©· Will end up âstuckâ under the couch or table or anywhere else
đ©· Uh oh! I hope nobody takes advantage of me đ When Iâm so exposed đđ and vulnerable đđđ
đ©· The worst stage acting youâve ever seen in your life
đ©· Starts stripping in the middle of the living room because he âdidnât see you there!â
đ©· Pretends to be scandalized when you finally succumb to his advances
đ©· What are you doing?! Huh? What do you MEAN I was coming on to you? I always take off all my clothes in the kitchen, thatâs ritual
đ©· insists heâs been objectified and taken advantage of
đ©· That kind of turns him on though letâs be so fucking real
Sebastian-
đ€ Okay so weâre going blunt king here
đ€ Two possible options
đ€ Uses it as a way to hard reset the system mid breakdown
đ€ Full crying, upset, whatever, heâs been holding you and trying to calm you down but itâs not working
đ€ âWanna have sex?â
đ€ DEADPANNNNNN delivery
đ€ It never fails. Tried and true
đ€ Option two?
đ€ This is ONLY if mans is super comfortable in your dynamic
đ€ A classic
đ€ Whips it out
đ€ Thinking about that one tweet of the boyfriend who was in the mood and just put his dick on her shoulder while she was watching tv
đ€ Like that but buried under sixteen levels of irony
đ€ âI know whatâll helpâ and then he pulls his dick out
đ€ Probably the least likely to actually hit with these methods
đ€ However, heâs maybe the most likely to help improve your mood substantially
đ€ Through sheer presentation if nothing else. Man can deliver, and knows when to hit with the absurd to make it the most impactful
#stardew valley#writing#asks#sdv#stardew valley fanfic#sdv fanfic#sdv headcanons#sdv sebastian#ao3#sdv harvey#sdv alex#sdv elliott#sdv sam#sdv shane#shane stardew valley#alex stardew valley#sam stardew valley#harvey stardew valley#elliott stardew valley#sebastian stardew valley#stardew valley imagines#n.sfw //
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I just realize I never sent in a spooky ask đ And yes, I'm also making this a bit of a horny thing-
Okay, say MC has been a bit of a scaredy cat with horror movies. Easily jumpscared, squeaking at each creepy creak in the dead of night, jumping like a frightened cat with its back haunched up from a sudden surprise from behind, etc.
And say the ROs have known MC is always like this. So MC is easily scared of horror movies, no big deal........
Then they discover MC's aroused from fear somehow. Like the suspension bridge effect? Maybe it's mingling fear and arousal for MC, just an unexpected response or the fact MC somehow finds the killers hot (Jason Voorhes, Michael Myers, etc).
How would the ROs feel upon discovering this tidbit? (And who would, and could, pull off a killer costume to try and seduce MC into a little roleplay? XD)
HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE đ€Ł (AND TAKE UR TIME WITH IT!)
The smut gods have smiled upon me! Did I miss your birthday yet? I know it's this month! So happy early/belated birthday!!!
It's the perfect time honestly.
â€ïžCam - It's like he can finally see the light. He has been gifted something utterly profound. Do you mean to say all the times they've spent in his old room next to one another watching shitâŠthat could have that effect on MC? Oh..this could be dangerous in the wrong handsâŠand those hands are Cam's.
He'll do a little recon. Which one does MC find the hottest, is it Jason's biceps? The voice of Ghostface, which partly works for them? âŠHow about Pyramid Head? Cam is almost positive he can pull off that outfit. Ya know what doesn't matter. He will try it all in one go.
He's going to use this knowledge on a date night, let MC think they're home alone when he sneaks up behind them, and maybe play a little game of cat and mouse. Just the sight of MC being on edge in more than one way would be enough to have him fold, but he'll make sure MC is satisfied first.
đ G - They have to sit with it and let the idea digest. Then they would begin making a list because G is just like that. They would write down which killer MC prefers, and determine what characteristics it could be. G would then even go so far as to rank which ones they like.
They would "unwillingly" (very willing don't let them lie) don a costume, they'll attempt itâŠjust this once. It would be awkward because G tries to remain in character, but that gets forgotten about halfway through.
They would understand the idea of finding someone dangerous hot, because when they would argue with MC back in the dayâŠthey had the same thought. "MC could kick my assâŠhot."
MC should try it out on G, would probably work.
đ Kara - Thinks it is adorable. Would tease MC about their little crush on the killer, Kara will use this knowledge against MC. Easily.
She'll get consent from MC first and foremost. (Consent is sexy!)
So, the next time MC thinks Kara is going to be her dommy self in the bedroom, they're not wrong. But Kara will kick it up a notch and will spend far too much money on costumes and props.
đM - Wait...really? You're not yanking my chain or whatever right?
MC: No. I'm serious.
M chews their lip for a solid minute, debating what to say before deciding the best course of action is shoving a pillow in front of their face and telling MC they too think they can be hot.
M would love to roleplay with MC....but M is just a little bit skittish. They love horror but they would get to scared and all that hard work to get them in the mood would be lost in an instant. They would buy the costumes in vain...but maybe next Halloween they can dress up? M will be so sad about not being able to fulfill that fantasy.
đIsaac - On the one hand, they would think it's hot that MC is turned on by it. It's unexpected, and they like their partner being turned on. Plus, Isaac could really pull the costume off. But they do better say, as an Incubus than as Michael Myers. They wouldn't attempt it, but they would attempt some form of roleplay.
đ€ Ardent - "You're such a little weirdo." He shakes his head, he doesn't understand why he's surprised because you're into him, and he's aware he can be scary. Wait...wait no....is that? Fuck. "Is that why you're into me!?"
MC rolls their eyes, they tell him no...but that slight curl of their lip says otherwise.
He will want to think it doesn't get to him, that the idea of him dressing up as some villain wouldn't do something for you. He's not putting it on because he thinks it will work, he needs a costume for Halloween! He's not walking in the hallway with the lights off sneaking up behind you, he's getting into character! Listen, he's just wearing the costume to break it in. Like new shoes!
"Ohh, why Mr. Villain, is that a weapon in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" MC quips, wiggling their backside against Ardent.
"That's my phone!"
"Really? Yeah, guess you're right. It does feel bigger."
"You brat! That's my..."
"What? Say it. Come on big bad Ardent. What's that?"
Ardent stomps down the hall toward the bedroom, pulling MC behind him. "Shut up and come on."
#love and leases#loveandleases#cam#g#m#kara#isaac#ardent#i just liked fucking with ardent idk what happened there
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âšHis true fate - Part 27/?âš
Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ÂŽformerÂŽ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Language, age gap, angst, Jensen being a dick
Word Count: 6679
A/N: English isnât my first language, please be lenient. đ
The next day, you stayed back in the quiet comfort of the hotel room, not wanting to face Danneel again or deal with the tension that had hung in the air between her and Jensen. You trusted him, of course, but it didnât make it any easier to watch her stir up old memories and forcefully insert herself into his world, especially in front of the fans, where the lines between public image and private life blurred so easily.
You tried to distract yourself with a book or a movie, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Jensen and the convention. You could already imagine how it was playing out. Danneel, ever the actress, would be putting on her showâthe same one she had perfected over the yearsâsmiling, laughing, and acting like they were still a picture-perfect couple in front of the fans. She knew exactly how to play the part, how to make things look polished and pleasant even when the truth was far more complicated.
Jensen had warned you about this, and you knew it wasnât his fault. He had always tried to keep things as professional as possible. But that didnât make it any easier to stomach. You could practically see it: her arm casually draped over his, that charming smile she flashed when the cameras were rolling. It was all part of the image she clung to, one she wasnât quite ready to let go of.
Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, and you reached for it instinctively, hoping it might be Jensen giving you an update or reassuring you that the day was almost over. Instead, it was a notification from social media, one of those fan accounts that posted updates about the convention. Against your better judgment, you clicked on it.
There they were, just as you had imagined: Jensen and Danneel, standing side by side, answering questions with easy smiles. To the untrained eye, they looked like a team, two people who had spent years together and could read each otherâs thoughts without saying a word. But you knew better. You could see the subtle tension in Jensenâs posture, the way his smile didnât quite reach his eyes. He was playing his part, keeping things professional, but you knew how much this weighed on him.
Your chest tightened as you scrolled through more photos and clips. Danneel was milking the moment for all it was worth. The fans loved seeing them togetherâit was part of the nostalgia for them, the fantasy they had built around Jensen and Danneelâs relationship over the years. But you knew it was just thatâa fantasy. One that had been shattered long ago.
You set your phone down, letting out a long breath. It was hard not to let it get to you, even though you knew the truth. Jensen loved you, and that was all that mattered. But Danneelâs hold on his public image, her refusal to let go of the past, made it difficult to fully shake off the feelings of insecurity that crept in.
As you sat there, lost in your thoughts, the door to the hotel room clicked open, and Jensen stepped inside. His expression was tired, his shoulders slumped from the weight of the day. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, taking a deep breath before looking over at you.
âHeyâ, he said softly, his voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and relief. âSorry it took so longâ.
You stood up from the bed, walking over to him, your heart aching a little at the sight of how drained he looked. âItâs okayâ, you said quietly, wrapping your arms around him in a comforting embrace. He held you close, resting his chin on top of your head as he let out a long, tired sigh.
âShe did the same thing, didnât she?â, you asked gently, already knowing the answer.
Jensen nodded against you. âYeahâ, he murmured. âSame show, same smiles. Acting like nothingâs changedâ. He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. âI tried to keep my distance, but⊠you know how it isâ.
Before you could say anything, Jensen sighed and spoke up again, his voice quieter, almost hesitant. âI agreed to have dinner with her tonightâ, he said, his gaze dropping as if he already knew how youâd react. âShe told me she wants to sort out the divorce stuff, said we need to get everything finalizedâ.
Your heart dropped, a sinking feeling settling into the pit of your stomach. You knew this wasnât Jensenâs fault, but the idea of him sitting down to dinner with Danneel, especially after the way she had acted, made your chest tighten. It was hard to reconcile the thought of her pulling another show at dinner, perhaps trying to manipulate the situation under the guise of wanting to move forward.
You pulled back slightly, your brow furrowing as you raised an eyebrow, skepticism creeping into your voice. âYou believe her?â, you mumbled, the words coming out almost automatically.
Jensenâs face showed his frustrationâboth with the situation and likely with himself.
Jensen hesitated, his brow furrowing as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He let out a deep sigh, as if trying to gather his thoughts before speaking again. âNot reallyâ, he mumbled, his voice low, laced with frustration and weariness. âEspecially not after how she acted yesterday⊠and today. But I have to try. I have to at least try to talk some sense into her, you know? We need to get this done. I need it to be overâ.
He looked at you, his eyes filled with exhaustion and something deeperâperhaps regret, or maybe just the weight of everything that had been building up. You knew he wasnât going into this dinner with any real hope that it would resolve things, but you also understood his need to confront the situation head-on, to try and take control of it. He was tired of being pulled into Danneelâs manipulations, and you could sense how much he wanted to be done with it all, for his sake and for yours.
You sighed softly, letting your hand fall to your side, trying to push away the sinking feeling in your chest. âI knowâ, you said quietly, your voice filled with understanding despite the discomfort you felt. âYouâre right. You have to try, but⊠just be careful. She knows how to push your buttons, Jensenâ.
He nodded, his expression softening as he stepped closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. âI know she doesâ, he admitted, his thumb brushing lightly across your skin. âBut Iâm not the same person I was when we were together. Iâm not going to let her twist this. Not anymoreâ.
You nodded, biting your lip as you tried to suppress the wave of frustration that threatened to bubble up. It wasnât fairânot to either of youâbut you knew this was something Jensen needed to do to move forward. Still, it was hard not to feel a little upset, knowing that once again, Danneel was stealing away more time that should have been yours.
âWhen are you leaving for dinner?â, you asked quietly, your voice softer than you intended, the question weighed down by the emotions you were trying to keep in check.
Jensen hesitated for a moment, looking down at the floor before meeting your gaze again. âIâm gonna grab a quick showerâ, he mumbled, his tone almost apologetic. âThen Iâll head outâ.
You nodded again, trying to keep your face neutral, though you knew he could sense the tension lingering in the air. The truth was, you hated that this was happening at allâthat Danneel still had this much influence over the course of your lives, pulling Jensen away when all you wanted was to have a quiet evening together.
"Iâll try to make it quick, I promise", Jensen said softly, his hand brushing against your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips were warm and reassuring, but the brief contact did little to ease the knot of frustration tightening in your chest. Still, you appreciated his effort to make this easier, even though it was a situation neither of you wanted to be in.
When he pulled back, his gaze lingered on yours for a moment longer, as if silently asking for your understanding. You gave him a small nod, doing your best to offer him a supportive smile, even if it didnât fully reach your eyes.
With a deep sigh, Jensen turned and headed toward the bathroom, his footsteps slow and deliberate, as if the weight of the evening ahead was pressing down on him. You watched him go, your mind racing with the what-ifs and the unease that had been simmering since he first mentioned the dinner.
Once the bathroom door clicked shut, you sat back down on the edge of the bed, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the corner of the blanket. You couldnât shake the feeling of helplessness that lingered, knowing that no matter how much you trusted Jensen, there was still a part of Danneelâs influence that remained. You just wished she didnât have the power to pull him away like this, even if it was for something that needed to be resolved.
The sound of the shower running broke the silence in the room, and you let out a long, slow breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You knew Jensen didnât want to go, and deep down, you believed that he would handle the situation with Danneel as carefully and quickly as possible. But it didnât make it any easier to sit here, waiting, while she once again took up space in your lives.
You glanced at your phone, considering texting a friend or turning on a movie to distract yourself while he was gone, but nothing seemed to hold your interest. The thought of him sitting across from Danneel, dealing with her manipulations, only made your stomach twist.
Eventually, the shower stopped, and moments later, Jensen emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair damp. He gave you a small, apologetic smile as he grabbed his clothes, getting ready for the dinner he clearly wasnât looking forward to.
âI really will try to make it quickâ, he said again, his voice softer this time, as if he could sense the tension in the room.
You stood up, crossing the space between you. âI knowâ, you replied quietly. âI trust you. Just⊠donât let her get under your skin, okay?â.
Jensen nodded before pulling you into his arms for a tight hug. âI wonâtâ, he promised, his breath warm against your hair. âI just want to get this done so we can finally move onâ.
You held him close for a moment, soaking in his warmth and the reassurance of his presence before pulling back slightly to look up at him. âIâll be here when you get backâ, you said softly, your voice filled with quiet determination.
Jensen smiled, leaning down to kiss you one more time, this time slower, as if trying to convey everything he couldnât put into words. âThank youâ, he whispered against your lips before pulling back and grabbing his clothes to get dressed.
As you watched him get ready, you couldnât help but feel a mixture of emotionsâlove, frustration, and a deep hope that this would be the last time Danneel would have the power to disrupt your lives.
Jensen finished getting dressed, giving you one last reassuring look before heading toward the door. He grabbed his jacket, slinging it over himself with a heavy sigh, clearly dreading what was ahead. You stood near the bed, watching him, and although the air between you was filled with tension, there was also a silent understanding.
âIâll be back soonâ, he promised again, his voice steady despite the exhaustion lining his features.
You nodded, offering him a small, but genuine smile. âIâll be hereâ.
Jensen gave you a final look before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. The sound of the door clicking shut behind him echoed in the quiet room, leaving you standing in the stillness, feeling the weight of the moment.
As Jensen made his way through the hotel, his thoughts were a whirlwind. He hated that this was necessary, hated that Danneel still had this much control over his life. The divorce proceedings had been dragging on far too long, and every encounter with her left him feeling like he was being pulled back into a past he was trying to leave behind. But tonight, he hoped, would finally put an end to the ongoing strain.
He stepped out into the cool evening air, heading toward the nearby hotel where Danneel was staying. The streets were quiet, save for the occasional car passing by, and the brisk air helped clear his mind as he walked. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and for a brief second, he hoped it was youâjust a quick message of reassurance. But it was a notification about the dinner reservation he had made earlier.
As he approached the hotel, Jensen paused for a moment outside, taking a deep breath. He knew this conversation was going to be difficult, but it had to be done. He wanted to be free of this constant tug-of-war, not just for himself, but for youâfor the life the two of you were trying to build together.
Entering the hotel, he made his way to Danneelâs room. The halls were quiet, his footsteps the only sound echoing off the polished floors. When he finally reached her door, he hesitated for a moment before knocking.
It didnât take long for the door to open, revealing Danneel, dressed for dinner, a smile already fixed on her face as if she had been expecting this to be just another one of their forced public outings. âHeyâ, she said, her tone a little too casual, her eyes sweeping over him like she was still trying to read him.
Jensen nodded stiffly, keeping his emotions in check. âReady to go?â, he asked, his voice flat, clearly not in the mood for small talk. He wasnât here for pleasantriesâhe was here to get things finalized, to talk about the divorce, and to finally draw a line.
Danneelâs smile faltered for a second, but she quickly recovered, stepping out into the hallway and locking the door behind her. âYeah, letâs get this over withâ, she replied, though there was an edge to her tone, as if she wasnât entirely sure what to expect from the evening.
The two of them walked down the hallway in silence, the tension between them thick. As they made their way to the restaurant, Jensen kept his focus ahead, trying not to let Danneelâs presence get under his skin. But it was hard not to feel the weight of all the unresolved emotions from their past, lingering like a shadow over them.
When they arrived at the restaurant, they were seated at a private table, away from the other diners. Jensen sat down across from Danneel, his hands resting on the table as he looked her in the eyes. âWe need to talkâ, he said, his voice calm but firm.
Danneel raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips. âOh, so itâs one of those dinnersâ, she replied, leaning back in her chair as if she had expected this all along.
Jensen rolled his eyes, a deep grumble escaping his chest as he leaned back in his chair, clearly irritated by her tone. âWhat else should it be?â, he replied, his voice edged with frustration. âYou said it yourselfâyou wanted to talk about the divorceâ.
Danneelâs eyes narrowed, her expression hardening as she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a sharp hiss. âYeah, because this whole thing is fucking stupid, Jensen. We shouldnât even be here, having this conversation in the first placeâ. Her words were laced with anger, though whether it was directed at him or the situation itself, he couldnât quite tell.
Just as the tension between them reached a boiling point, the waiter appeared at the side of their table, cutting through the thick silence. âGood eveningâ, he said politely, completely unaware of the storm brewing at the table. âAre you ready to order?â.
Jensen took a breath, forcing himself to pull back from the edge of the argument that had been brewing. He glanced at Danneel, who also seemed to hesitate, her sharp expression softening just slightly as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.
Jensen clenched his jaw, the tension still thick between them as he tried to regain his composure. He glanced at the menu briefly, knowing full well this wasnât about the food but about getting through the conversation ahead. He pointed to something simple. âIâll have the steak, medium rareâ, he said curtly, handing the menu back to the waiter without much thought.
Danneel, however, took her time, her eyes scanning the menu with a deliberate slowness that was more about making a point than actually deciding on what she wanted. She always did thisâchoosing the most expensive items as if it were some kind of statement, a power play. After a few moments, she finally made her choice, her voice smooth but dripping with an edge of entitlement.
âIâll take the lobsterâ, she said, without so much as glancing up from the menu. âAnd a glass of your best white wineâ. She handed the menu back to the waiter, her gaze flicking to Jensen briefly, as if daring him to react.
Jensen didnât rise to the bait. He just nodded to the waiter, signaling that was all, and sat back in his chair, trying to keep the conversation focused on what actually mattered.
Once the waiter left, Danneel crossed her arms again, her expression shifting into something more pointed. âSo, you think this is all just going to magically resolve itself, Jensen? Like signing a few papers will make all of this disappear?â.
Jensen let out a slow breath, his eyes steady as he met her gaze. âNo, I donât think itâs going to be easy. But dragging this out, fighting over every little thing, isnât helping anyone. Especially not the kids. This isnât about us anymore, Danneel. Itâs about doing whatâs best for themâ.
Her lips curled into a bitter smile. âIs that what youâre telling yourself? That this is all for the kids?â. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. âOr is it about you and your new lifeâyour new little girlfriendâmoving on without any complications?â.
Jensenâs fists clenched under the table, but he kept his voice level. âItâs not about herâ, he said firmly.
âOh, really? Itâs not about her?â, Danneel scoffed, her voice low but sharp. âFunny how you spent years throwing around the idea of divorce but never actually went through with it. Then suddenly, some chick spreads her legs for you willingly, and you canât file those papers fast enoughâ.
Jensen rolled his eyes, trying to stay calm, but the irritation was beginning to simmer just below the surface. He didnât want to engage in this petty back-and-forth, but Danneel was determined to push buttons, and she knew exactly which ones to press.
âWho is she, anyway?â, Danneel asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she leaned forward. âWhatâs her deal? How old is she? Some young thing looking for a trophy? Whatâs she after? Or is this your midlife crisis?â.
Jensenâs jaw clenched as he fought to keep his cool. He had expected some jabs, but this was heading into personal territory he had no intention of indulging her in. âDanneel, stopâ, he said firmly, his voice low but steady. âThis isnât about her. And you donât need to know anything about her because thatâs not why weâre hereâ.
Danneel raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she sensed she had hit a nerve. âCome on, Jensen, Iâm just curious. You canât blame me for wondering who this new woman is thatâs got you so eager to ditch your family and finally move onâ. Her tone was mocking, and there was a hint of cruelty in her words, as if she was trying to twist the knife deeper.
Jensen took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he stared across the table at her. He had no intention of giving her any more fuel for her fire, but her words stung, not because of the jabs at him, but because of the disrespect she was showing toward you.
âIâm not ditching anyoneâ, he replied, his voice tight. âIâm still here for the kids, and Iâve done everything I can to be civil with you through this whole process. But this conversation isnât about her, and Iâm not going to entertain whatever youâre trying to pullâ.
Danneel shrugged, picking up her wine glass and swirling it around lazily, her eyes still fixed on him. âSure, fine, keep your secrets. But we both know you wouldnât be so eager to wrap this up if she wasnât in the pictureâ.
Jensen shook his head, the weight of the conversation growing heavier with every passing second. âIâm doing this because itâs the right thing to doâ, he said, his voice steady.
âSo, whatâs your grand plan, huh?â, she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. âYou gonna move across the street from her? Take the kids every other weekend while you play house with your new little girlfriend? Because Iâll tell you right now, I donât want some bimbo being involved with my kidsâ.
Jensen had expected pushback, maybe even some bitterness, but this attack was directed not just at him but at you and the life he was trying to build. And that was something he wouldnât tolerate.
He leaned forward slightly, his voice low and controlled, but carrying a sharp edge. âDonât ever call her that againâ, he said, the anger barely contained. âThis isnât about playing house. You and I both know that I love my kids, and nothing is going to change that. Iâve been here for them every step of the way, and I will continue to be, regardless of whatâs happening between usâ.
Danneel snorted at his words, a cruel chuckle escaping her lips. âOh, come on, Jensen. You love your kids?â, she mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. âLike youâve been gone most of the time. Donât make me laugh. Youâre always off somewhereâfilming, conventions, whatever excuse you can find to stay away. And even when you could be home, you chose to stay away because of me. So donât sit here and act like youâre some perfect fatherâ.
Her words stung, and deep down, Jensen knew there was a kernel of truth to what she was saying. His job kept him away more than he wanted, and there had been times, especially toward the end of their marriage, when he had avoided coming home because of the toxic environment between them. The distance between him and Danneel had felt suffocating, and staying away had seemed like the easier choice at the time, even if it meant missing more time with the kids.
But he wasnât going to let her use that against him now. He had been working hard to show up when it mattered most, and he wasnât going to let her twist his efforts to fit her narrative.
Jensenâs eyes hardened, but his voice remained calm, though laced with a quiet intensity. âIâve made mistakesâ, he admitted, not shying away from her accusations. âI was gone a lot, and yeah, maybe I avoided coming home because of the way things were between us. But donât you dare try to make it seem like I donât care about my kids, Danneel. Iâve always been there for them when they needed me, and thatâs not going to change. No matter what happened between usâ.
Danneelâs expression faltered for a second, as if she hadnât expected him to admit any fault. She opened her mouth as if to argue further but then closed it, seemingly unsure of how to respond to his blunt honesty.
He leaned forward slightly, his voice softening but staying firm. âIâm not perfect. I never claimed to be. But the kids are my priority, and Iâll do whatever it takes to make sure theyâre okay. We both need to do that. This divorce isnât just about usâitâs about doing whatâs right for them. We need to be able to co-parent without tearing each other apart, or trying to make the other one feel like theyâre failingâ.
Danneel rolled her eyes, her arms crossing tighter over her chest as she mumbled, âYouâre so dramatic, Jensenâ. Her tone was dismissive, as if she was trying to downplay everything he had just said. But Jensen could see through the actâbeneath the bitterness and sarcasm, there was something else, something unresolved that she wasnât ready to face.
Jensen sighed, leaning back in his chair, his gaze steady. âIâm not being dramatic, Danneel. Iâm just telling you the truth. We canât keep doing thisâtaking jabs at each other, dragging this out. Itâs not good for anyone, least of all the kidsâ.
Danneel scoffed, though there was a hint of hesitation in her expression now. âYeah, well, maybe itâs easy for you to say that. Youâve got your shiny new life all figured out, donât you? Must be nice to have everything fall into place for youâ.
Jensen shook his head, a tired look crossing his face. âItâs not about things falling into place. Itâs about making the right choices, about trying to do betterâfor them, for myself. I know this isnât easy for you, but it hasnât been easy for me either. Iâm not trying to pretend that everythingâs perfectâ.
âHow about we ask the kids what they think about this divorce?â, she said, her words sharp and pointed. There was a hint of desperation behind her words, though she masked it with bitterness.
Jensenâs stomach tightened at the mention of the kids, but he refused to let his frustration show. He knew that dragging their children into this mess wasnât the answer, and it wasnât fair to put them in the middle of something they didnât fully understand.
âNoâ, Jensen replied firmly, his tone calm but resolute. âWeâre not doing that. This isnât something we put on them. Theyâre kids, Danneel. They shouldnât have to carry the weight of our decisionsâ.
Danneel rolled her eyes again, though her shoulders slumped slightly. âOf course youâd say that. Youâre the one who wants this. You think youâre protecting them, but maybe they deserve to know why their dadâs never aroundâ.
Before Jensen could respond, Danneelâs eyes darkened, and she leaned in even further, her voice dripping with venom. âLike last week when JJ asked why her daddy is gone for weeks again? Maybe next time Iâll tell her the truth, Jensen. That her daddyâs fucking another woman across the states instead of spending time with his kidsâ.
Jensenâs entire body tensed, the weight of her words hitting him like a punch to the gut. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, he felt the familiar surge of anger rise up, threatening to boil over. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. This wasnât the time to lash out, even though the accusation cut deep.
âDanneel, donâtâ, Jensen said quietly, his voice firm but controlled. âJust stop itâ.
Before the conversation could escalate further, the waiter approached, interrupting the heavy tension at the table. He carried their food, oblivious to the storm brewing between them. His polite smile only served to make the moment more awkward.
âHere we areâ, the waiter said cheerfully, setting down their plates with a practiced grace. âSteak for you, sir, and the lobster for the ladyâ. He placed their drinks down as well, his gaze flicking between them, perhaps sensing the palpable tension in the air. âIs there anything else I can get for you?â.
Jensen forced a tight smile, shaking his head. âNo, thatâll be all for nowâ, he muttered, his voice a little rougher than usual.
Danneel simply nodded, her eyes glued to the table, not bothering to look up at the waiter. The man hesitated for a second, perhaps sensing that this was not the time for any further pleasantries, before quickly retreating from the table, leaving them alone once again.
As soon as he was gone, the brief respite provided by the waiterâs interruption evaporated, and the air between them thickened once more.
Jensen clenched his fists under the table, fighting to keep his composure. He glanced at the steak on his plate but had no appetite anymore. âWhat are you trying to do, Danneel? Whatâs the point of saying something like that?â.
Danneel chuckled bitterly, her lips curling into a tight, humorless smile. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as her eyes met his with a coldness that stung. âThereâs no going back from that, Jensenâ, she mumbled, her voice dripping with venom. âYou sure you know what youâre leaving behind? What youâre throwing away?â.
Jensenâs heart tightened, but he kept his expression steady, though his mind raced. He had spent countless nights agonizing over the decisions that led them to this point, wondering if there had been any other way, any better outcome. But this wasnât about second-guessing himself anymoreâhe knew the marriage had been over long before he ever made the decision to leave.
He didnât flinch as he responded, his voice firm but quiet. âIâm not throwing anything away, Danneel. Iâve spent years trying to fix this, trying to make it workâfor you, for the kids, for our image. But we both know itâs been broken for a long timeâ.
Danneel scoffed, shaking her head as she took a long sip of her wine.
The back-and-forth between Jensen and Danneel continued for over an hour, neither fully willing to back down but both running out of the venom that had filled the earlier part of their conversation. Every attempt Jensen made to keep the discussion focused on moving forward was met with another jab, another comment meant to sting. And while Jensen had braced himself for thisâknowing Danneel would never make it easyâthe emotional exhaustion was beginning to weigh heavily on him.
By the time the meal was over, neither had touched much of their food. Jensen, as always, was the one to flag down the waiter and quietly request the check. He paid without hesitation, though the thought of paying for yet another strained interaction made his stomach turn. When the check was settled, he stood up, pushing back his chair, and gave Danneel a small nod. She followed him silently as they made their way out of the restaurant and into the cool night air.
Outside, the street was quiet, the hum of distant traffic the only sound that filled the space between them. They both stood there for a moment, the awkwardness thick as they waited for the taxis to arrive. Jensen shoved his hands into his pockets, his mind racing with the events of the evening. Heâd hoped for more progress, more resolution, but instead, the conversation had felt like running in circlesâevery step forward pulled back by more resistance, more bitterness.
Finally, one of the taxis pulled up to the curb, its headlights cutting through the darkness. As Danneel moved to step forward, she hesitated, turning back to face Jensen.
âIâll think about itâ, she mumbled, her voice flat, almost dismissive. She was, of course, referring to signing the divorce papers, the one thing Jensen needed her to do in order to truly move forward.
But it was the smirk that followed her words that made his heart sink. It was small, almost imperceptible, but it was thereâa flicker of amusement or control, the subtle reminder that this wasnât over. Not yet. Not by a long shot.
Jensenâs jaw clenched, but he didnât let himself react. He had learned long ago that showing frustration only gave Danneel more power. Instead, he nodded, keeping his voice calm and neutral. âTake the time you needâ, he said, even though every part of him wanted to push her for a concrete answer.
Danneel gave him one last look, her smirk still playing on her lips as she turned and climbed into the taxi. The door slammed shut behind her, and within moments, the car pulled away, disappearing down the street.
Jensen stood there for a moment, watching the taxi until it was out of sight, the weight of the evening pressing down on him. He let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the tension that had built up during the dinner. He had known this wouldnât be easy. He had prepared himself for resistance. But something about the way Danneel held onto her control, even in the smallest of ways, made him feel like he was still stuck in the same exhausting loop.
Another taxi pulled up for him, and he climbed in silently, giving the driver the address of his hotel. As the car pulled away from the curb, Jensen stared out the window, his mind drifting to you. He had wanted tonight to be the turning point, the moment when things finally started moving toward resolution. But instead, it felt like another delay, another hurdle to overcome.
Still, he reminded himself, this was part of the process. It wasnât going to be quick or easy, but he was determined to see it through. He needed this chapter to closeâfor the kids, for himself, and for you.
As the taxi rolled through the city streets, Jensen leaned back against the seat, the exhaustion settling deep in his bones. It had been a long night, and though it hadnât ended the way he had hoped, he knew that eventually, this would be behind him. And when it was, he could finally look ahead to a future free of the weight of the past.
And that, he reminded himself, was worth every difficult step along the way.
Meanwhile, you were snuggled under the covers, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering light across the room. You had put on a movie to pass the time, but your focus had been scattered, your thoughts lingering on Jensen and how the dinner with Danneel was going. You knew it wouldnât be easy for himâconfronting old wounds was never simpleâand you had been anxious, waiting for him to return so you could offer whatever support he needed.
When the door to the hotel room finally opened, you felt a rush of relief at the sound, a soft smile spreading across your face as you sat up slightly, expecting to see Jensenâs familiar, if exhausted, expression. But when he stepped inside, something was different. His movements were stiff, his face hard and closed off. He didnât meet your eyes as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the chair, his posture tense.
âHeyâ, you greeted softly, trying to gauge his mood. âHow did it go?â.
Jensen barely glanced in your direction as he muttered, âIt was fineâ, his voice gruff, almost dismissive. He was already making his way over to the table, pouring himself a glass of water, his back turned to you.
You frowned slightly, sensing the tension in his shoulders, the way his words didnât quite match the energy in the room. âAre you sure?â, you asked gently, turning down the volume on the TV. âYou seem a littleââ.
âI said it was fineâ, Jensen interrupted, sharper than you were expecting. He set the glass down with a bit too much force, the sound clattering in the quiet room. âIâm just tired, alright?â.
With a sharp sigh, Jensen started to undress, his movements rushed and frustrated. He yanked off his dress shirt and tossed it aside, the tension in his body radiating off him in waves. You could tell he was holding in so much more than he was willing to say. His hands moved to his belt, but as he struggled to undo the buckle, his frustration mounted. The leather refused to cooperate, and after a few more fumbling attempts, something inside him snapped.
âFucking shit!â, he growled, yanking at the belt with a sudden burst of anger. His face tightened, and he let out a bitter curse under his breath. For a moment, the room was filled with the heavy tension of his frustration, and you could feel the weight of everything he had been carrying crashing down on him in that one small moment.
You instinctively sat up further, your heart clenching as you watched him unravel. âJensenâŠâ, you called softly, but he wasnât listening. He was lost in his own frustration, the exhaustion and emotional strain of the night clearly getting the better of him.
He yanked at the belt again, finally managing to pull it free, but not without another angry mutter escaping his lips. âMotherf- ..", he threw the belt onto the chair with force and stood there for a moment, his hands on his hips, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady his breathing.
You could see that this wasnât about the stupid belt. It was about everythingâthe dinner with Danneel, the emotional toll of the ongoing divorce, and the pressure he felt to keep it all together for everyone, including you. He was unraveling, and it broke your heart to see him like this.
Slowly, you slipped out of bed, making your way over to him. You approached carefully, not wanting to startle him or make him feel cornered, but wanting to offer comfort in any way you could.
As you approached Jensen, your heart aching at the sight of him struggling under the weight of everything he was dealing with, you reached out to touch his shoulder gently. You wanted to offer comfort, to let him know that he wasnât alone in this fight.
But in that moment, Jensen seemed to snap back to reality, his frustration boiling over. With a swift movement, he slapped your hand away, the action surprising you both. âDonât!â, he snapped, the edge in his voice cutting through the tension in the air like a knife.
You recoiled slightly, a mix of hurt and confusion washing over you. âJensen, I just wanted toââ.
âI donât need this right nowâ, he interrupted, his tone harsh as he turned away from you, striding purposefully toward the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind him with a finality that felt heavy in the small space.
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A/N: Please let me know what you think.đ„°
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