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[sleepingghostt]

💙💙💙💙💙Happy birthday Aomine💙💙💙💙💙

[madelynn-sienna]

coney island p. I (max verstappen x reader)

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★ prompt: ❛❛ what's a lifetime of achievement? if I pushed you to the edge? ❜❜ ★ pairing : max verstappen x reader ★ face claim : lily collins (+ one picture of kelly piquet and margot robbie each) ★ genres : angst ★ a/n : this will be a two-part hurt/comfort story inspired by the song coney island. be rest assured while this half is quite sad, the second half will make up for the angst and we will get a happy max x yn ending! also, per some creative liberty i took, max is only 23 years old here (he started racing in 2019, won his first gp in 2021 and was in school with the reader before he dropped out to pursue racing full time). ★ feedback and requests are always appreciated!

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maxverstappen simply lovely race 🏆 what an amazing weekend and victory in jeddah, thank you all for your incredible support 🇸🇦

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yourinstagram another fabulous performance #mv01 🔥🔥🔥

redbullracing incredibly strong race today, a 1-2 finish is all we could have asked for 💙

user1 tu tu tu du max verstappen! user2 fastest pit stop too.

yourinstagram made me so proud max, ik houd van je 💕

maxverstappen ik hou ook van jou mijn liefste ❤️ user3 they said they loved each other in dutch. user4 he also called her 'his sweetheart' 🥹 user5 max and yn are literally the it couple on the circuit rn. user6 right? three time world champion and a bestselling author. user7 they so need to make a movie about it. user8 or a book, imagine a twisted lies style drama 😭

ruthbuscombe the strategy 💯

landonorris congrats mate!

maxverstappen thanks. user9 we're waiting for a win from you too lando! user10 this aged well haha

schecoperez ¡bien hecho!

user11 presenting our four time world champion everyone!

user12 we're only on the second race of the season 😭 user13 i mean if last year's anything to by, that's enough.

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text exchanges between yn & max dated 23/07, 02/08 and 04/08.

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yourinstagram it's supposed to be fun, turning twenty-one...

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user1 faster than the flying dutchman?

user2 yoo-hoo, @.maxverstappen where are you? user3 right? like he's usually the first one here...

carmenmmmundt happy birthday🥂

danielricciardo happy 21 yn 🍾

user4 why isn't max in the pictures?

user5 he's been busy with the belgian gp! user6 dude, that finished on sunday — it's the next saturday. user7 he's prolly just really stressed, he hasn't won since canada. user8 yeah, but yn through him a massive party last year. user9 so? circumstances were different... she isn't busy 24/7. user10 she literally has a job.

alexandrasaintmleux belle fille❣️

charlesleclerc joyeux anniversaire 🎉

user11 that caption's giving me bad vibes...

user12 me too! user13 its from all too well, that's such a sad song 😭 user14 i wonder why she chose it? user15 this better not be a sign.

user16 seriously? where is max, it's been 24 hours...

user17 check their stories, they're like done done. user18 nooooooooo😭 user19 she gave so many signs...

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yourinstagram added to their story. maxverstappen added to their story.

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maxverstappen 5 wins in 5 races - thank you for your support in monza, baku, singapore, texas and sao paulo. you've made me happier than you know, happier than i've ever been before.

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user1 he really do be out here pretending he didn't break yn's heart.

user2 of course, he needs to maintain his bravado. user3 otherwise people, and he will realise, he messed up. user4 i can't believe he's trying to snub our girl yn.

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redbullracing max verstappen wins the world drivers championship 2024, after an outstanding race at the las vegas street circuit that leaves him at with a 62 point lead in the standings ❤️ 💛 💙

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user1 max, max, max, super max, max

user2 tu tu tu du max verstappen user3 i called it! i said he'd win the wdc back in jeddah 🏆

user4 were you standing in the hallway with a big cake? happy birthday.

user5 of course, he just painted yn's bluest skies the darkest grey. user6 you are getting pressed for a breakup you know zero about! user7 max literally said it in his interviews and his statement. user8 they broke up because he was too busy. user9 ergo, he wasn't there for her, not even on her birthday!

lewishamilton amazing work - congratulations max

user10 what a goat ❤️

danielricciardo maaaax verstappennnnn! four time world champion.

user11 why'd I read that like pierrreeee gaslyyyyy? user12 me too😭 daniel's an icon.

fernandoalonso ¡muchas felicidades!

user13 real question here is, what's a lifetime of achievement?

user14 especially when he pushed her to the edge. user15 right like did you see her in miami, she looked so sad😭 user16 we all know she was just too nice too leave. user17 i'd have dumped his ass ages ago.

user17 definition of a LEGEND

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f1 🚩 Red flag in the Abu Dhabi as Max Verstappen suffers a huge crash. The medical rescue team is currently trying to get the Red Bull driver away the resultant debris and fire as safely as possible.

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Happy Birthday to my sweetheart Leorio!!💙🎉

[daisyblog]

The Month of December

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN’s Instagram posts leading up to Christmas.

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ynstyles first christmas with our girly🤍🎄✨🩷 view all 8,728 comments

harrystyles My favourite girls❤️

lottietomlinson So cute 🎀 🤍

gemmastyles An exciting year for both our girls💕

annetwist I love your matching outfits🥰❤️

the.daisytomlinson 🩷🩷🩷

niallhoran Can’t wait for my Christmas visit xx

louteasdale my heart🥹

zoesugg soooo cute🩷

daniellepeazer sweethearts💞

markyyferris Aww darlings🥹💕

louisfan Grace has light hair like the Tomlinsons🥹🥰

harryfan it still surprises me in 2024 that Harry is married to Louis sister and they have a baby!!

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ynstyles 2am selfie because this mama was craving tea and toast🤰🏼 view all 11,922 comments

louist91 Poor Harold looks half asleep!!

gemmastyles I don’t miss those 2am cravings😂😂

annetwist Hope you’re getting plenty of rest my love🩷

lottietomlinson I bet you woke Harry up to make it too🤦🏼‍♀️😂

marktommo1111 You two make me laugh😂😂❤️❤️

niallhoran I don’t mind babysitting Grace if you both need some rest ❤️

the.daisytomlinson You always eat tea and toast?😂

harryfan7 dreamy😛

harryfan5 HARRY😍😍😍

ynrryfan How good does Harry look even at 2am😫😍

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ynstyles our type of date nights🤎 view all 6,892 comments

annetwist Save some for me☺️

jefezoff Keeping my job easy😅😂

zoesugg Omg these looks amazing😍

j_corden Look at you two all grown up😂

mitchrowland Send me and Sarah the recipe please!!

the.daisytomlinson Can we make these together for Christmas plsssss🥰

louteasdale how times change ey? from being caught making out to baking gingerbread😂

harryfan4 the dream date night💙

harryfan7 ❤️❤️❤️

ynrryfan LOVE YOU BOTH❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️🩷

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ynstyles baba is growing nicely🤰🏼🎄❤️ view all 8,682 comments

harrystyles ❤️

niallhoran Aww cuties xx

zayn Beautiful photo🖤

annetwist Absolutely precious💞

thephoebetomlinson your bump🥹🥹

the.daisytomlinson can’t wait for another niece or nephew🤍

anastasiakingsnorth You’re glowing✨🥰

markyyferris I’ve never seen a more stunning couple☺️❤️

harryfan2 they’re so love in love😫

harryfan8 Anyone else see these two and realise how single they are??!!

louisfan9 Tell Louis I love him🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

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ynstyles Christmas fun at auntie Lotts house🎄🫶🏼❤️ view all 7,283 comments

lottietomlinson our babies🥹🥰

gemmastyles Little cuties🥰🫶🏼

lewisburton ❤️

the.daisytomlinson aunties babies😫🥹

marktommo1111 my grandbabies💙🩷❤️

sallietommo Precious memories🥰❤️

annetwist Awww memories to last a lifetime❤️

louisfan9 They’re growing up so fast!!!

ynrryfan Have the best Christmas as a married couple and parents❤️❤️❤️❤️

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ynstyles A huge happy birthday to the best brother and uncle that us girls could wish for!🥳🎈

Louis, my older brother, my best friend and one of my favourite people! Have the best day and we can’t wait to celebrate with you later❤️

The absolute best uncle to Grace and watching your bond grow is priceless. Grace can’t wait for birthday cuddles and more belly laughs because your the funniest person she knows🩷

Love you millions Lou xxx view all 9,713 comments

louist91 Thanks tiny!! Love you both so much!!xx

harrystyles Happy Birthday Louis!

annetwist Happy birthday my darling! Have a lovely day🥰xx

gemmastyles Have the best day🥳

lottietomlinson ❤️❤️

the.daisytomlinson ❤️

niallhoran Happy birthday lad!!

louteasdale happy birthday babe🤍

louisfan7 HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUIS🎉🥳🧁❤️

louisfan4 The bond these siblings have is so beautiful💖

harryfan3 Happy birthday Louis!! Have the best day/Christmas❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[aothotties]

Happy belated birthday, Gojo Satoru 💙

Warnings: MDNI, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, oral (m. receiving), Satoru calls y/n mommy, reader calls him Daddy, overstimulation.

Picking out a gift for the man who has everything is not easy by any means necessary.

It also doesn’t help when he tells you that he doesn’t want anything at all, just to be in your presence.

You damn near start to pull your hair out of frustration until you realize what you can get your husband… well not so much get, more like make?

A baby!

From the moment you met Satoru, he’s always been very vocal about wanting to have a family one day.

You’ve always been on the same page about wanting kids, you just wanted to start a little later than he did.

And honestly, now is a better time than ever. You two have been married for almost a decade, you’re at the height of your career and have enough money saved up to go on a long break. (The moment you tell him you’re pregnant he has you quit your job)

After a few more days of thinking everything over you conclude that this is what you truly want.

So on the day of his birthday, you spend the entire day trying to get pregnant :)

Before his eyes can even open your thick lips are wrapped around his cock and your tongue is leaving messy licks on his tip.

Poor Satoru can barely get a word out before you lift your sheer nightgown and slide down on his length.

“I-is this all for me, baby?” He bites his lap at the sensation of your tight hold wrapped around his long shaft.

You slowly nod your head and throw it back at the feeling of his thrust against your g-spot.

“ ‘m ready Toru. I’m ready for a baby.” You lean down and suck small hickeys along his jaw and neck.

His eyes widen and his tip begins to twitch and leak at your words.

“H-huh, baby are you serious?” He holds your thighs down against his pelvis and looks you in the eyes.

You giggle at the shock on his face and nod your head in return.

“Yes baby I’m serious, now’s a better time than ever don't you think?” You lean down so your chests are pressed against each other, he gives you a soft smile and rubs a thumb against your cheek.

“This is the best fucking present ever baby.” He smashes his lips against your own and starts controlling the motion of your hips.

You moan at the speed of his thrust and grab the sheets near his head. The sound of wet skin slapping fills the room as you two ravage one another’s bodies.

After he fills you up the first time, he flips you on your side and holds you close against his chest.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” He whispers in your ear, he holds your leg in one hand and holds the back of your neck in the other.

“Oh god!” You moan, your head resting on his shoulder as a pool of heat stirs in your lower stomach.

“You close sweetheart? Gonna spill that pretty pussy all over me?” He bites at your lower lip and you desperately nod in response.

“Go ahead and let go princess, let daddy fill you up again, yeah?”

And after he fills you up for the third time, you think you’re safe…. until you feel him lifting your hips.

“S-satoru!” You grip the sheets at the way he playfully rubs his tip against your swollen clit.

“Don’t you want to make sure it sticks princess?” You’re cut off when he fills your tired cunt once again.

Your entire body shivers at the feeling of being so full and you immediately feel an orgasm arising.

“That’s it, mama, you’re almost there.” He pulls you against his chest and wraps a large hand around your throat.

Tears form in the corners of your eyes as the pleasure continually rises to the breaking point.

“D-daddy!” You cry out and grab the back of his hair as your back arches and you fall apart in his arms.

He holds you against his chest and rides out his third orgasm for that morning. He rests his face on your neck and pulls you against him as you both fall back against the sheets.

“So, you wanna try again in about… an hour or so?” He checks his watch and looks over to see you already back in a state of slumber.

He pouts at how quickly you went back to sleep and opts to cover you both with a blanket instead

Ari

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 33/?✨

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 ´former´ 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: 18+ only! Smut, Language, age gap, Fluff

Word Count: 9315

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Later that evening, the house was quiet as you relaxed in the bath, the warm water soothing your muscles after the long day. The faint scent of lavender filled the bathroom, the flickering candlelight casting a soft glow over the tiled walls. You leaned back against the tub, letting your thoughts drift as you listened to the distant murmur of Jensen’s voice from the other room.

He was on the phone, and even from behind the closed door, you could hear the unmistakable tone he used when talking to his daughter. There was a gentleness to it, a warmth that made your heart ache in the best way. You smiled to yourself, letting the sound of his laughter mix with the soft splashing of water as you swirled your hand in the tub.

The door creaked open slightly, and Jensen poked his head in, his phone still pressed to his ear. He smiled when he saw you, mouthing, “JJ”, before stepping inside and leaning against the counter.

“Yeah, sweetheart”, he said into the phone, his voice soft. “I miss you too. It won’t be long now—just a few more days, and then it’s Christmas”.

You could hear the faint sound of JJ’s voice on the other end of the call, the excitement in her tone bringing a tender look to Jensen’s face. “I know, I know”, he said, chuckling softly. “I can’t wait either. We’ll do all the usual stuff—cookies, movies, the whole deal”.

Your chest tightened at the sight of him, the way his entire demeanor softened when he spoke to her. It was a side of Jensen you loved witnessing.

He glanced over at you, his eyes sparkling as he smiled. “Okay, sweetheart, I’ve got to go now, but I’ll call you tomorrow, alright? I love you so much”.

After a moment, he hung up, setting his phone on the counter and turning his full attention to you. “She misses me”, he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of guilt. “She can’t wait for Christmas. She’s already planning out the cookies she wants to bake”.

You smiled, sitting up slightly in the tub. “Sounds like she’s got it all figured out”.

Jensen chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he walked over and sat on the edge of the tub. “She’s been counting down the days”.

Jensen reached out, his fingers brushing a wet strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that sent a small shiver down your spine. His green eyes softened as he studied you, the weight of his earlier conversation with JJ still evident on his face.

“Are you still okay with me spending Christmas with the kids?”, he asked quietly, his voice laced with hesitation. “I know we talked about it, but I just… I want to make sure”.

You smiled gently, resting your arms on the edge of the tub as you looked up at him. “Of course, Jensen”, you said, your tone sincere. “I’d never want to take that time away from you or them. They deserve to have their dad with them for Christmas, and you deserve to be with them”.

He let out a soft sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I hate the idea of leaving you alone, though”, he admitted, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment before dropping to rest on the edge of the tub. “I feel like I’m asking too much of you”.

“You’re not”, you reassured him, your smile widening. “It’s just a few day, and we have plenty of time to celebrate together before and after. I’ll be fine. Honestly, I’ll probably just spend the day in pajamas, binge-watching cheesy Christmas movies”.

Jensen chuckled at that, his lips curving into a small smile. “You’d do that even if I was here”.

“Exactly”, you teased, nudging his arm playfully. “So stop worrying”.

His gaze trailing over you, from the soft curves of your body nestled in the warm water to your face, which held a calm, reassuring smile. He rested his elbows on his knees, his fingers lacing together as he exhaled softly.

“Everything’s happening pretty fast, huh?”, he mumbled, his voice thoughtful. His eyes found yours, and though there was a hint of uncertainty, there was also a warmth that mirrored the trust you’d built together.

You tilted your head, studying him for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, it is”, you admitted, your voice soft but steady. “But sometimes, when things feel right, they don’t need to take forever”.

Jensen let out a short laugh, shaking his head slightly. “I keep thinking about that house”, he said, his tone carrying a mix of disbelief and awe. “Buying it for us… It’s not something I ever thought I’d do again, not after everything with Danneel. And yet, here I am”.

You reached for his hand, your wet fingers slipping between his, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I know it’s a big step”, you said, your voice full of understanding. “And I know you’ve been through so much. But Jensen… you didn’t just buy that house. You chose us. You chose to move forward, to build something new, and that’s not something to take lightly. It’s brave”.

He looked down at your joined hands, his thumb tracing absent patterns over your skin. “It’s just… different this time”, he admitted quietly. “With you, everything feels different. Easier, somehow. Like I’m not forcing it or pretending it’s something it’s not. It just… fits”.

Your heart swelled at his words, the honesty in them wrapping around you like a warm blanket. “That’s because we’re not trying to be perfect”, you said, your smile soft. “We’re just… us. And that’s enough”.

Jensen’s gaze lifted to meet yours again, a slow smile spreading across his face. “More than enough”, he said, his voice almost a whisper.

For a while, the two of you sat there in comfortable silence, the only sound the gentle ripple of water as you shifted slightly in the tub. Jensen’s fingers tightened around yours, as if anchoring himself in the moment.

“You know”, he said after a moment, his tone lighter now, “if someone had told me a year ago I’d be sitting in a bathroom, staring at a gorgeous woman I bought a house with, I’d have laughed in their face”.

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin tugging at your lips. “A gorgeous woman, huh?”.

He smirked, leaning closer until his lips hovered near your ear. “Don’t make me take it back”, he teased, his voice low and playful.

You laughed, splashing him lightly with water. “You wouldn’t dare”.

Jensen chuckled, standing up and grabbing a towel. “I’ll be back with some wine”, he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your damp forehead. “Stay right here. You’re not getting out of this bath until I say so”.

You watched him leave the room, your heart light and full. Moments like these reminded you that no matter how fast things were moving, they were moving in the right direction.

The next few days flew by in a blur of paint swatches, furniture deliveries, and constant back-and-forth discussions about how to make the house feel like home. From sunrise to well past sunset, you and Jensen were in constant motion, balancing the excitement of settling into your new space with the inevitable hiccups that came along the way.

It started with repainting the rooms. Jensen, naturally, wanted to hire a team to handle it all, but you were determined to do some of it yourselves. After a particularly amusing debate where Jensen argued that “professional painters will finish in half the time”, you managed to convince him that a couple of rooms painted by hand would feel more personal.

The living room became a trial run. Armed with rollers and drop cloths, you started with optimism and a playlist of Jensen’s favorite classic rock. By the time you finished, your arms were sore, Jensen had paint smudged across his jawline, and you both agreed that hiring professionals for the vaulted-ceiling gallery upstairs was probably a good idea.

“This is why I wanted to hire someone”, Jensen groaned, stretching his arms over his head. “You can’t feel your shoulders, can you?”.

“Maybe not”, you teased, grinning as you flicked a paintbrush in his direction, “but at least I can say I helped. It’s worth the pain”.

Jensen chuckled, leaning down to kiss your paint-smeared forehead. “You’re lucky I love you”, he said, his voice warm.

When it came time to unpack and set up the house, Jensen’s instinct to hire people for everything became a running joke. You insisted on personally arranging the kitchen, which led to a hilarious argument when he suggested calling in a professional organizer.

“It’s just putting plates and glasses in cabinets!”, you exclaimed, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a stack of bowls in your hands.

Jensen leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. “Yeah, but it’s also about optimizing the space. What if there’s some magical system we’re not thinking of?”.

You gave him a look. “We don’t need a system, Jensen. We just need to put the damn plates in the cabinets. Here, start with these”, you said, shoving the stack of bowls at him.

Grumbling good-naturedly, he took the bowls and started putting them away, muttering something about “letting the expert do it next time”.

The day the furniture arrived was both thrilling and chaotic. The delivery trucks rolled in one after another, bringing everything. Jensen’s relief at having hired professional assemblers for the larger pieces was palpable.

The dining table turned into an unexpected adventure. The monteurs struggled to get the heavy oak piece through the doorway, and you couldn’t resist jumping in to help. By the time it was finally in place, you were all out of breath, but the room felt instantly more complete.

Meanwhile, the kids’ rooms were a different story entirely. Watching Jensen try to direct the monteurs on how to assemble JJ’s loft bed was a comedy show in itself.

“No, no”, he said, pointing to the instruction booklet. “The ladder goes on the other side, or she’ll end up crashing into the wall”.

One of the monteurs gave him a flat look. “Sir, this is how it’s supposed to be assembled”.

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “Trust me. I know which way works best”.

You had to step in, laughing. “Jensen, maybe let the experts handle this one?”.

The finished rooms slowly started coming together. The master bedroom became a haven of soft greys, the perfect balance of calming and elegant. JJ´s, Zeppelin´s and Arrow’s rooms reflected their personalities, with playful accents and plenty of space for them to grow. And of course, the ugly bronze dog sculpture found its rightful place in the hallway, greeting every visitor with its haunting expression.

Amid all the chaos, there were quiet moments of joy. Like when you and Jensen sat on the floor of the empty living room, eating takeout by candlelight. Or when you caught him humming to himself while hanging pictures on the walls, a rare glimpse of how much he was truly enjoying building this life with you.

Even the arguments—about paint colors, furniture placement, and which cabinet the coffee mugs should go in—felt meaningful. They were proof that this was your home now, a place where you could laugh, fight, and love without reservation.

By the end of the week, the house wasn’t perfect, but it was yours. It had character, memories already forming within its walls, and the promise of more to come. Jensen stood with you in the living room, his arm around your shoulders as you both admired the space.

“We did good”, he said softly, kissing the top of your head.

You smiled, leaning into him. “Yeah, we did”.

The past two weeks had been a whirlwind of preparations, and it was clear that Jensen had been sidestepping the most difficult part of this new chapter—telling Danneel and his kids about the move. With Christmas just around the corner, he knew it was time to confront the inevitable, but he’d been dragging his feet, unsure of how to broach the subject.

Meanwhile, you found yourself immersed in your own way of welcoming the change. Today, while Jensen was out shopping for new clothes to start fresh—since most of his belongings were still in Connecticut—you were busy in Arrow’s room. Armed with a paintbrush and a carefully chosen shade of blue, you were meticulously painting Taylor Swift lyrics onto one of the walls. It was a subtle way of showing Jensen’s kids that this space was theirs, no matter how often they were here.

The lyrics you’d chosen, “This is a place where I don’t feel alone”, seemed perfect. It was something small but meaningful, a way to make Arrow’s room feel like home before she even stepped inside. You wanted the kids to feel welcomed, like they belonged here, even if it was just a few weeks out of the year or every other weekend.

You stepped back, surveying your work with a small smile. The room was coming together beautifully. Jensen had picked out furniture that suited each of his kids’ personalities, and you’d added your own touches—throw pillows, framed photos, and now, this little bit of artwork on the wall.

Just as you were reaching for the paintbrush again, you heard the sound of the front door opening. Jensen’s voice carried through the house, a low rumble as he called out, “I’m back!”.

You wiped your hands on your jeans and made your way to the hallway, meeting him as he carried a couple of shopping bags into the living room. He glanced up, his eyes immediately lighting up when he saw you.

“Hey”, he said, setting the bags down and leaning in to kiss your cheek. “What’ve you been up to?”.

You smiled, nodding toward the hallway. “Working on Arrow’s room. Thought I’d add a little something special”.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Yeah? What kind of special?”.

“Come see”, you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the room.

When you opened the door, Jensen stepped inside and froze, his eyes going straight to the wall where the lyrics were carefully painted. His expression softened, and he ran a hand through his hair as he let out a breath. “You did this?”, he asked quietly, his voice filled with emotion.

You nodded, suddenly feeling a little shy under his gaze. “I just… I wanted them to feel at home, you know? Like this is their space too”.

Jensen turned to you. “She´s going to love it”.

You grinned, a little proud of yourself as Jensen continued to admire your handiwork. With a satisfied sigh, you began putting away the paint supplies, tucking the brushes and cans neatly into the corner of the room. “So, when’s your flight?”, you asked, glancing over your shoulder at him.

Jensen, who had leaned against the doorframe with a warm smile still lingering on his face, shrugged. “Tomorrow morning. Early".

“Good”, you said, your voice light but sincere. “The dog statue misses you when you’re gone”.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “That thing better not get a stocking for Christmas”.

As you walked back toward the living room, your curiosity got the better of you. You reached into one of the shopping bags he’d dropped on the couch earlier, pulling out a neatly folded dress shirt. The fabric was soft and clearly expensive, the tag hanging off it catching your attention.

You rolled your eyes so hard it felt like a workout, holding up the shirt by the shoulders as you looked over at Jensen. “For real?”, you said, raising an eyebrow and pointing at the $400 price tag dangling off the collar.

Jensen shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk as he leaned casually against the doorframe. “What?”, he asked, feigning innocence. “It’s just a shirt”.

“Just a shirt”, you repeated, shaking your head in mock disbelief. “Jensen, this costs more than my entire winter wardrobe. Meanwhile, my idea of basic is whatever’s on sale at H&M or Zara”.

Jensen chuckled softly, taking the shirt from your hands. “It looks good on me”, he mumbled, already tugging his current shirt over his head and tossing it onto the couch.

Your eyes instinctively followed the movement, taking in the sight of his broad chest and toned torso before he casually slipped into the new dress shirt. The crisp white fabric settled over his shoulders like it had been made for him. As he started buttoning it up, he grinned at you, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good fit too, huh?”.

He turned around, giving you a full view of his back. The cut of the shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and tapered perfectly at his waist. It was undeniable—he looked incredible in it. You bit your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of admitting it aloud, but the way your gaze lingered gave you away.

Jensen glanced back over his shoulder, catching the look on your face. His grin widened as he finished buttoning the shirt and rolled the cuffs up to his forearms, his movements slow and deliberate. “You’re not gonna say it?”, he teased, turning back to face you fully. “Come on, admit it. Worth every damn penny, right?”.

You crossed your arms, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. “It’s… fine”, you said, though your voice wavered slightly, betraying how much you actually liked it. “Maybe a little overpriced”.

Jensen stepped closer, leaning down slightly so his face was level with yours. “Fine?”, he echoed, his voice low and playful. “You sure about that? Because the way you’re looking at me says otherwise”.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile that crept across your lips. “Alright, fine. It looks good on you”, you admitted, finally breaking under his teasing. “Happy?”.

“Very”, he said with a satisfied smirk, straightening up and adjusting the collar of the shirt.

You rolled your eyes yet again, muttering under your breath as you crossed your arms. “You know exactly what you do to women”.

Jensen raised an eyebrow at your words, his grin widening as he started unbuttoning the shirt again. “Women?”, he teased, pulling the shirt off and holding it up. “Plural? Thought it was just you I needed to worry about”.

“Yeah, right”, you shot back with a smirk. “I’ve seen how women look at you, Ackles. You don’t even need to try, and you know it”.

Jensen chuckled softly, shaking his head as he folded the shirt and set it aside, slipping back into his old one. “Maybe, but it’s different with you”, he said, his voice quieter now but still playful.

Your brows knitted together, sensing a subtle shift in his tone. “Different how?”, you asked, watching as he adjusted the hem of his shirt.

Jensen glanced at you for a moment, his green eyes softening. “Because it matters what you think”, he admitted, his voice steady but low. “With you, it’s not just about looking good. It’s about feeling like I’m enough. Like I’m worth… all this”.

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden vulnerability. “Of course you’re enough”, you said gently, stepping closer to him. “Why would you even think otherwise?”.

Jensen gave a small shrug, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting yours again. “Old habits die hard, I guess. With Danneel, it always felt like I wasn’t. Like I was too this or not enough that. She’d pick at little things—my weight, how I looked on camera, even when I was in pretty good shape. And after a while, it sticks, you know?”.

Your heart ached at his words, and you reached out, your hand resting lightly on his chest. “Jensen”, you said softly, “you’re more than enough. You always have been, and you always will be… And for the record, you look amazing”.

You smiled softly, leaning closer to him. “But that’s just a bonus”, you murmured, stepping closer until your chest was nearly brushing his. His eyes were on you, a mix of vulnerability and curiosity as he waited to see where you were going with this.

Standing on your tiptoes, you brought your lips close to his ear and let your voice drop into a more sultry tone. “You know”, you whispered, your fingers trailing down his chest before resting lightly against the outline of his soft dick through his jeans, “In fact, I think you’re the most attractive man I’ve ever seen”.

Jensen froze for a moment, his eyes widening slightly at the unexpected compliment and the boldness of your touch. His breath hitched, and you couldn’t help but grin at his reaction. Slowly, you let your fingers trace the length of him, applying just enough pressure to make your point.

“And the biggest”, you added with a playful glint in your eye, your voice still low and seductive.

Jensen let out a low, throaty chuckle, his hands instinctively reaching for your waist as he pulled you closer. “You really know how to stroke a guy’s ego, huh?”, he murmured, his voice husky as he pressed his forehead against yours. “And other things, apparently”.

You laughed, feeling the tension in the air shift to something more heated. “Hey, you needed the boost”, you teased, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.

His hands tightened on your hips, his grin turning into something more devilish. “Oh, so this is just about boosting my ego?”, he asked, his voice dropping as his lips trailed down to your neck, planting a series of slow, deliberate kisses. “Because it feels like you’ve got something else on your mind”.

Your laughter turned into a soft gasp as his hands began to roam, pulling you even closer. “Maybe”, you admitted, your fingers slipping under the waistband of his jeans, teasing the skin just above.

Jensen groaned deeply against your collarbone as your hand slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans and into his boxer briefs, your fingers wrapping around him with a gentle squeeze. His breathing hitched, and the low sound of his groan sent a wave of heat through you. You could feel him hardening beneath your touch, and the power of the moment wasn’t lost on you.

Jensen’s head dipped lower, his lips brushing against your ear as your hand worked him with slow, deliberate strokes. He groaned again, the sound rumbling through his chest as his hands gripped your hips tighter. His breath came in short, heavy bursts as he leaned back slightly, his green eyes darkened with desire.

You looked up at him, your wide, innocent gaze meeting his. “Does this feel good?”, you asked softly, your voice teasing yet laced with genuine curiosity.

That was all it took to push him over the edge of his control. A deep growl escaped him as he reached down, his hand closing over yours. “You know it does”, he muttered, his voice low and rough. Without another word, he pulled your hand away and guided you forward, his movements swift but deliberate.

Jensen turned you around, pressing you over the backrest of the couch. The plush fabric met your palms as you braced yourself, your heart racing with anticipation. You barely had time to react before you felt his hands on your hips, tugging down your jeans and thong in one smooth motion. The cool air against your bare skin made you shiver, but it was the heat of his body behind you that set you on fire.

Jensen's hands lingered on your hips, his thumbs brushing over your skin as he took a moment to soak in the sight before him. The intensity of his gaze was palpable, sending a shiver up your spine as you felt his presence behind you. He let out a low, appreciative hum, the sound full of hunger and admiration.

“You have no idea how perfect you look like this”, Jensen murmured, his voice rough and thick with desire. His hands moved with a slow deliberation, sliding over your hips and down to the curve of your ass, his grip firm but possessive.

You giggled softly, the sound light and teasing despite the heat building between you. “Enjoying the view?”, you asked over your shoulder, biting your lip as you glanced back at him.

Jensen’s lips twitched into a crooked grin, his eyes never leaving your body. “You know I am”, he replied, his voice dropping an octave. “How could I not?”.

He stepped closer, his warmth enveloping you as he ran his hands along your thighs, spreading your legs slightly wider to position you just how he wanted. The motion left you completely exposed, and you felt the flush spread over your cheeks and chest as the vulnerability of the moment heightened your anticipation.

“Stay just like that”, he said softly, his hands moving back up to your waist. “I want to take my time with you”.

Your breath hitched as Jensen leaned down, pressing a kiss to the small of your back, his stubble grazing your skin. The contrast of his tenderness and the firm grip of his hands sent sparks through your body, making you arch slightly in response. The mix of his touch, his voice, and the sheer dominance in his presence left you trembling with anticipation, completely at his mercy.

Jensen’s hands slid along your hips, gently urging you further forward until your forehead rested against the seat of the couch. The plush fabric cushioned your skin as your body trembled with anticipation, your breath quickening with every passing second. You bit your lip, the tension coiling tighter inside you as Jensen moved behind you, his presence both comforting and electrifying.

He crouched slightly, his hands firm on your hips, holding you in place. The warmth of his breath against your most sensitive areas sent a shiver up your spine, the sensation so tantalizingly close it made your knees feel weak. You gripped the couch, your fingers digging into the fabric as you tried to steady yourself, your mind racing with what was to come.

Jensen’s breath against your skin sent ripples of heat through your body, each moment of anticipation heightening your awareness of every little touch. His hands held you steady, firm and possessive, as if grounding you in the moment. You could feel his lips brush teasingly close to your most sensitive spot, the warmth of his breath a promise of what was to come.

He took his time, his grip tightening slightly as he leaned in, his lips pressing a featherlight kiss against you. The sensation made you gasp, your body arching instinctively as a soft moan escaped your lips. Jensen chuckled low in his throat, the sound rumbling against your skin and sending shivers up your spine.

“You’re already trembling”, he murmured, his voice rich with amusement and desire. “And I haven’t even started”.

Your fingers gripped the couch harder, your breathing uneven as you tried to steady yourself. “Jensen…”, you whispered, your voice a mixture of need and impatience.

Jensen chuckled softly, a deep, rumbling sound that only added to the tension building inside you. Without a word, he pressed his tongue flat against your folds, dragging it slowly up your center. The warmth and wetness of his touch sent a jolt through your body, making you gasp.

He didn’t rush—didn’t give you everything you wanted right away. Instead, he let his tongue glide over you lazily, tasting you, but doing just enough to keep you squirming. The deliberate teasing was maddening, and you couldn’t help but arch your back, your body silently pleading for more.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice breathless as you gripped the couch tighter. The ache between your legs was almost unbearable, the emptiness making you clench around nothing as your need for him grew more desperate.

He hummed against you, the vibration sending a new wave of heat through your body. “You’re so sensitive”, he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. “I can feel how much you want me”.

“Then stop teasing”, you managed to choke out, your voice trembling as he continued his slow, torturous movements.

But Jensen wasn’t in any rush. His tongue traced a deliberate path over your folds, avoiding the spots you wanted him to focus on the most. The sensation was overwhelming, and your legs trembled as he held you firmly in place. Every now and then, he’d dip his tongue slightly, giving you a taste of what you craved before pulling back again, making you whimper in frustration.

“You’re so beautiful like this”, he said softly, his voice filled with admiration as his fingers tightened on your hips. “Completely at my mercy”.

You let out a soft cry, the tension inside you coiling tighter and tighter. Every teasing stroke of his tongue made you squirm, your body moving instinctively against him as you tried to seek the release he was deliberately denying you. But Jensen held you steady, his control unrelenting as he continued to savor every moment, every reaction.

It was both heaven and torment, and you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to curse him or beg for more.

Jensen’s lips curved into a grin against your skin as he felt just how ready you were, the slick warmth of you already coating his tongue. You were dripping, trembling, your body pressing against him in a silent plea for more—but he didn’t care. He wasn’t in a hurry, wasn’t about to let you have everything you wanted just yet. This was his moment to savor, to revel in the way you writhed under his touch, completely at his mercy.

His tongue dragged lazily over you again, the deliberate slowness making you moan in frustration. He hummed in response, the vibration against your most sensitive spot sending sparks of pleasure through you. His hands tightened on your hips, grounding you, keeping you in place as your body squirmed against him.

“Jensen, please”, you whimpered, your voice breathless and desperate as you pushed back against his mouth, trying to find relief.

But he wasn’t ready to give it to you. Instead, he pressed his tongue flat against you again, holding it there just long enough to tease before pulling back and letting his lips ghost over your folds. “So impatient”, he murmured, his voice low and dripping with amusement. “I like you like this”.

You whimpered again, the ache inside you growing unbearable. “I’m going to lose my mind”, you gasped, your hands gripping the couch so tightly your knuckles turned white.

“That’s the point”, he said with a low chuckle, dipping his tongue just enough to give you a fleeting sensation of what you craved.

Jensen’s pace didn’t change, his control unwavering as he continued to work you with infuriating precision. His tongue explored every inch of you, tasting you, teasing you, but never quite giving you enough to push you over the edge. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter, your body aching for release.

“Please”, you breathed again, your voice breaking as your thighs quivered under his grip.

Jensen finally lifted his head, his lips glistening as he looked up at you, his green eyes dark and filled with lust. “You’re so beautiful when you beg”, he said softly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “But I’m not done yet”.

Before you could respond, his mouth was on you again, this time more deliberate, more focused. His tongue found your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure, and your entire body jerked in response. He grinned against you, doubling down as his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you even closer. The tension inside you snapped, and the world around you disappeared as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your cries filling the room as Jensen held you steady, guiding you through the overwhelming release.

Jensen didn’t give you much time to recover, his hands steadying you as he stood and positioned himself behind you. The sound of his zipper lowering sent a fresh wave of anticipation through your already trembling body. You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the head of him pressing against your entrance, the stretch making you gasp as he eased himself inside you with a low, guttural groan.

“Fuck”, he muttered under his breath, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “You’re so perfect”.

The fullness was almost overwhelming, your body still sensitive from the release he’d just given you. Your fingers dug into the cushions of the couch as you tried to steady yourself, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

“You feel so good, baby”.

Jensen stayed still for a moment, fully seated inside you. The feeling of him pressing so deeply sent a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through you, leaving you trembling. You whimpered softly, your body clenching instinctively around him as he adjusted his grip on your hips.

“So tight… so fucking perfect”, he groaned, the sound low and raw as he ground his hips against you, pressing even deeper

Your forehead pressed harder against the couch, and your fingers clawed at the fabric as the overwhelming sensation left you breathless. The stretch was almost too much, but the delicious pressure ignited something primal inside you. The slight sting only fueled your arousal, a twisted mix of pain and pleasure that had you arching your back to take him even deeper.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice shaky as you tried to steady yourself. “You’re—oh, fuck".

He leaned over you, shifting even deeper. “Too much?”.

You whimpered again, shaking your head as you turned slightly to meet his gaze. “No”, you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Don’t stop”.

A wicked grin spread across his lips as he pulled back slightly, giving you just enough relief before pushing back in with a deliberate, powerful thrust. You cried out, your body jerking at the sensation as his hips began to move, slow and measured, each movement purposeful.

“Look at you”, he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “Taking me so well. You’re amazing, baby”.

He started to pick up the pace, his thrusts growing deeper and harder as your whimpers turned into desperate moans. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you steady as he worked himself into you over and over, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“Does it hurt?”, he asked.

“A little”, you admitted breathlessly, “but don’t stop. Please, Jensen, don’t stop”.

The vulnerability in your voice made something flicker in his eyes, a deep need to push you right to the edge without letting you fall. His movements became a perfect balance of force and care, hitting that spot inside you that made your entire body tremble.

Jensen’s hand slid up your back, his fingers tangling gently in your hair as he pulled you upright, guiding your body until your back was flush against his chest. The new angle sent a sharp wave of pleasure through you, making you gasp as he filled you deep. His free arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Tell me”, he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Tell me how much you love this. How much you love me”.

Your breath hitched, the intensity of his words mingling with the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. His hips moved with purpose, each thrust precise and deliberate, pushing you closer to the edge. You tried to find your voice, but all that came out was a shaky moan.

“Come on, baby”, Jensen urged, his hand tightening in your hair just enough to make you arch against him. “I want to hear you say it”.

“I love it”, you managed, your voice trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher. “I love you, Jensen”.

“That’s my girl”, he groaned, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck as he continued to move inside you. His words sent a rush of heat straight to your core, and you could feel him smile against your skin. “Say it again”.

“I love you”, you repeated, your voice growing louder, more confident as your hands reached up to grip his forearm around your waist. “I love you so much”.

Jensen’s pace quickened slightly, his movements becoming rougher but never losing their precision. His grip on you was firm but protective, holding you like you were the most precious thing in his world.

“You’re mine”, he muttered, his voice heavy with emotion and desire. “All mine. And I’m never letting you go”.

His words pushed you over the edge, your body tensing as you cried out, your release crashing over you in waves. Jensen groaned deeply, his own control slipping as your walls clenched around him, dragging him into his own climax. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breaths ragged as he held you close, riding out the last shudders of pleasure together.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop, the only sound in the room the mingling of your heavy breathing. Jensen slowly released your hair, his hand moving to cradle your cheek as he kissed your temple softly.

“You’re everything”, he whispered, his voice barely audible but full of meaning. “Everything I’ve ever needed”.

Your mind was blank, the overwhelming sensations leaving you trembling in Jensen’s arms. Every thought had been stripped away, replaced by the lingering waves of pleasure still coursing through you. The only thing keeping you standing was the firm strength of his arm wrapped around your waist. When your knees buckled, he held you effortlessly, anchoring you to him.

“Easy”, he murmured, his voice soft as he steadied you. His hand moved in soothing circles on your stomach, his other arm still wrapped protectively around your chest. “I’ve got you”.

You let out a shaky breath, as you tried to gather yourself. The world felt hazy, your body heavy and light all at once. Jensen pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your neck, his lips lingering there as if to ground you further.

“You okay?”, he asked, his tone filled with genuine care as he turned you in his arms and leaned back slightly to look at you. His green eyes searched yours, and the warmth in them made your heart flutter.

You nodded weakly, managing a small smile. “I’m fine”, you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Just… wow”.

Jensen chuckled softly, the sound deep and comforting as his hand moved to tilt your chin so your eyes met his. “Wow, huh?”, he teased gently, his grin full of satisfaction. “Good wow or too much wow?”.

“Good”, you said quickly, leaning into his touch. “Definitely good”.

Jensen smirked at your response, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he kissed the corner of your lips softly. “Good to know I’m still capable of leaving you speechless”, he teased, his voice a low murmur.

But as you shifted slightly in his arms, a wince escaped your lips, drawing his attention. You felt the warmth of his release still lingering between your thighs, beginning to drip down in a way that made you flush with both satisfaction and discomfort.

“I, uh, need to clean up”, you mumbled, trying to step away from him, but your legs wobbled, betraying your attempt at composure.

Jensen’s grip tightened gently. “Hold on there”, he said, his voice soothing. “I don’t think you’re quite ready to walk just yet”.

“I’m fine”, you assured him, though your shaky steps toward the bathroom told a different story. You winced again, a mixture of soreness and the uncomfortable sensation of trying to keep “him” inside you as you moved. You felt every deliberate step, the fullness still lingering as your body adjusted.

Jensen watched you with a raised brow, clearly fighting back a grin. “Need a hand?”, he offered, already starting to move toward you.

You turned to glare at him playfully, even though your body betrayed your composure with another shaky step. “I’ve got it”, you replied, trying to sound convincing but failing miserably as you clutched the wall for balance.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head as he walked over to you anyway, slipping an arm under your shoulders and lifting you with ease. “Yeah, sure you do”, he said, his voice full of amusement.

Cradling you against his chest, his teasing smirk returned. “You know”, he drawled, his voice tinged with amusement, “you’re lucky I got to you in time. Otherwise, you’d be dripping all over the house, leaving little ‘evidence’ trails for anyone to find”.

Your cheeks burned, a mix of embarrassment and indignation bubbling up as you shot him a glare. “Excuse me?”, you said, narrowing your eyes. “That’s your fault, you know. If you didn’t insist on—”. You paused, your voice dropping slightly. “Well, you know”.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he carried you into the bathroom. “If I didn’t insist on what?”, he teased, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “On making you feel fucking good?”.

You rolled your eyes, swatting lightly at his chest. “You know what I mean”.

He set you down gently on the bathroom counter, still grinning as he grabbed a towel. “I do, but I like hearing you try to explain it”, he said, wetting the towel under warm water. “So, please, continue”.

You huffed, crossing your arms as he knelt in front of you, dabbing the towel gently against your thighs. The warmth of the towel was soothing, and despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but appreciate his care.

“You’re impossible”, you muttered, watching as he worked with careful precision.

“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered”, he shot back, glancing up at you with a playful wink. “Guess we’re even”.

You shook your head, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. “If anyone’s cleaning up after you, it’s going to be you”, you pointed out, gesturing toward the towel in his hands. “This mess? All you”.

Jensen chuckled, leaning closer as he wiped the last of the evidence from your skin. “You’re right”, he admitted, his voice softening as he placed a light kiss on your inner thigh. “But I don’t regret a second of it”.

You bit your lip, your heart fluttering at his words. “You’re lucky I don’t either”, you murmured, brushing a hand through his hair as he looked up at you.

“Guess that makes us a good team, huh?”, he said with a grin, standing up and tossing the towel into the laundry basket. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up properly before you start accusing me of more crimes”.

As the evening settled over the house, the soft glow of warm lighting cast a cozy atmosphere across the still-mostly-bare walls and freshly arranged furniture. Jensen was in the dressing room, crouched over an open drawer, muttering under his breath as he tried to figure out the best way to organize his new wardrobe. Despite his usual charm and confidence, he looked adorably out of his depth, clothes draped haphazardly over his arm as he tried to make sense of the space.

Meanwhile, you padded quietly through the house in one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants, the soft cotton brushing against your skin as you took in the emptiness of the rooms. Tonight was the first night the two of you would officially sleep here, in your new bed, and even though the house was still far from feeling like home, there was an undeniable excitement in the air. Your apartment, though technically still yours until the end of the month, was empty now, leaving this house as your true starting point.

You lingered in the kitchen, running your fingers along the smooth quartz countertop, your mind wandering. Tomorrow, Jensen would fly back to Connecticut for a few days, and the thought of being alone in this massive new space made your stomach twist slightly. It wasn’t fear—it was more the weight of the change, the quiet that would fill the house without him there.

“Hey”, Jensen’s voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. You turned to see him standing in the doorway, his sleeves rolled up, his hair slightly mussed from his efforts in the dressing room. He leaned against the frame, his green eyes softening as he took you in. “You okay?”,

You nodded, smiling at him. “Yeah. Just… thinking”.

“About?”, he asked, stepping into the kitchen and closing the distance between you. His hands found your waist instinctively, pulling you closer.

“Tomorrow”, you admitted, your voice quieter now. “And what it’s going to be like here without you”.

Jensen’s brows furrowed slightly as he studied you, his hands tightening on your hips. “You’ll be okay”, he said, his voice steady but gentle. “I hate leaving you, especially when we’re just starting to settle in, but it’s only a few days”.

“I know”, you said, leaning into him and resting your head against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was steady, comforting. “It’s just… a lot to take in, you know?”.

He kissed the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you fully now. “I get it”, he murmured. “It’s a lot for me too. But I promise, this is going to feel like home before we know it”.

You nodded against him, letting the warmth of his embrace chase away your worries. After a moment, he pulled back slightly, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “How about this?”, he said with a small smile. “We make tonight special. First night in our new place. Just you and me, no distractions”.

You smiled back at him, feeling the tension in your chest ease. “I like the sound of that”.

“Good”, he said, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling you toward the living room. “Let’s make this house feel like home”.

Said and done.

Half an hour later, you were wrapped up in Jensen’s arms on the couch, the warmth of his body against yours a perfect contrast to the slight chill of the night. The living room still felt bare, with only the essentials in place, but the pizza boxes from the fancy new restaurant nearby and the soft glow of the television made it feel a little more alive. The smell of freshly baked crust and melted cheese lingered in the air as you absentmindedly nibbled on a slice, your attention split between the movie playing and Jensen’s steady presence.

Jensen had one arm draped around your shoulders, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your arm while his other hand rested on his stomach, a half-eaten slice of pizza balanced precariously on a napkin. His attention was more on you than the movie, his gaze soft as he caught you laughing at a particularly funny scene.

“Okay, this place might’ve been worth the hype”, you admitted, taking another bite of your pizza and savoring the rich, slightly smoky flavor. “Who knew pizza could be this good?”.

Jensen chuckled, his chest vibrating lightly against your back. “Told you”, he said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Now you’ve got no excuse not to love this neighborhood”.

You looked up at Jensen, resting a hand on his stomach to steady yourself as you shifted slightly to meet his gaze. The flickering light from the TV cast soft shadows across his face, and the warmth in his green eyes made your chest tighten.

“You know”, you started, your tone light but filled with sincerity, “since last week, I’ve somehow become the owner of a house that’s probably worth more than I’ll ever make in my whole life. I’ve got the most handsome, loving man sitting here spoiling me with orgasms and making me laugh so hard my cheeks hurt. At this point, I don’t think I’m allowed to complain about the neighborhood”.

Jensen blinked, then let out a deep laugh, the sound so genuine it made you smile wider. “Spoiling you with orgasms?”, he repeated, raising an eyebrow as his lips curved into a teasing smirk. “That’s the highlight, huh? Forget the house or the pizza. It’s all about the orgasms”.

“Well”, you teased, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his jaw, “it’s definitely up there on the list. A solid number two, right after… just you”.

Jensen’s laughter softened into a warm chuckle, and he reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. “You make me sound way better than I am”, he said quietly, his voice full of affection.

You shook your head, your gaze soft as you mumbled, “Not even close”, before leaning up to kiss his jaw again. His skin was warm under your lips, the familiar scent of him grounding you in the cozy intimacy of the moment.

Jensen sighed contentedly, his arm tightening around you as you settled back against him. Your back rested against his chest, and you felt the steady rise and fall of his breathing as you reached for another slice of pizza.

“You’re something else, you know that?”, he murmured, his voice low and filled with quiet admiration as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You chuckled, leaning further into him as you took a bite of your slice. “You’re the one making all the sacrifices here”, you teased, gesturing with the pizza. “Like letting me put that awful bronze dog in your million-dollar house. Truly, the patience of a saint”.

Jensen laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest against your back. “I think the dog’s starting to grow on me”, he admitted, the grin evident in his voice. “It’s so hideous it’s almost charming”.

“Almost?”, you asked, craning your neck to look up at him with a playful pout.

He smirked, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Don’t push it”.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, sinking further into his embrace. The warmth of the moment, the simplicity of it, made you realize just how much you cherished these little pockets of time with him. No drama, no worries—just the two of you, enjoying pizza and the start of a new chapter together.

“You know", you said after a moment, your voice soft, “I think I could get used to this”.

Jensen kissed the side of your head, his voice equally soft as he replied, “Me too”.

Most of the evening was spent discovering every possible angle and position on the couch. The room was filled with soft laughter, whispered teasing, and the occasional moan as you and Jensen indulged in each other. His body hovered over yours, his lips trailing along your jawline in slow, deliberate kisses that sent shivers through you.

Jensen’s movements were lazy but purposeful, his thrusts deep and unhurried, as though he wanted to savor every moment. The low sound of his groans mixed with your soft gasps, creating a rhythm that matched the dim, intimate glow of the room. His green eyes met yours as he smiled, a mixture of exhaustion and contentment etched across his face.

“You’re tired”, you whispered, your hands tracing the muscles of his back as he kept moving, his pace never faltering.

“Not tired enough to stop”, Jensen murmured against your skin, his lips brushing just beneath your ear. “Not when I’ve got you like this”.

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “We’re going to regret this tomorrow”, you teased breathlessly, your fingers tangling in his hair as he dipped lower to kiss the hollow of your throat.

“Probably”, he agreed, his grin evident even against your skin. “But totally worth it”.

His hands slid beneath you, gripping your hips as he adjusted your angle slightly, drawing out a deeper moan from you. His pace remained steady, his focus completely on you, even as the weight of the day threatened to pull you both under. It wasn’t about intensity tonight—it was about intimacy, the lazy, tender connection between you as the hours slipped by.

Eventually, you both collapsed together, tangled in each other’s arms and the cushions of the couch. Jensen’s breathing was heavy but even, his chest rising and falling against yours as he let out a quiet laugh.

“Couch might not survive us”, he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep but laced with humor.

You chuckled softly, brushing a hand over Jensen’s damp hair as you teased, “Well, your way overpriced designer couch should definitely be able to handle a little action. Isn’t that what you paid for?”.

Jensen lifted his head slightly, a lazy grin spreading across his face as his green eyes met yours. “A little action?”, he repeated, feigning offense. “You call that a little action? We just tested this damn thing to its absolute limits”.

You rolled your eyes, a smirk tugging at your lips as you nudged his shoulder. “If it’s really as high-end as you claim, it should be just fine. And if it’s not, I guess you’re going to have to explain to the designer why their precious couch couldn’t hold up”.

Jensen laughed, the sound deep and genuine, as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your temple. “You’ve got a point”, he admitted. “But if we break it, you’re the one picking out the next one. And I’m vetoing anything from IKEA”.

You groaned dramatically, pushing at his chest. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”.

“Never”, he said with a grin, wrapping his arms tighter around you and pulling you back against his chest. His voice softened as he added, “But I’ll admit, this couch might be worth every penny if it means spending nights like this with you”.

You looked up at him, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his tone. “Even if it ends up needing repairs?”.

“Especially then”, he said with a wink, nuzzling against your neck. “That just means we’re living life the right way”.

You laughed, settling into his embrace as the two of you basked in the quiet intimacy of the moment, the world outside fading away.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 34

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[e-dubbc11]

A Few Quiet Minutes

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Hunter Reader

Warnings: None, really. Fluff and smooches mostly

Word Count: 1.2K-ish

Summary: After a long hunt, you and Dean are on your way back to the bunker. He’s driving and you’re trying to stay awake in the back seat.

A/N: Feel like I’ve been writing a lot for Dean lately(in my Winchester era, if you will🤣) The ideas have just been coming for him more so than anyone else lately. I like the way this one turned out, I hope you do too 💙 Also, Happy Birthday Dean Winchester! 🥳🥳🥳

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“You awake back there?” Dean called out as he was driving.

His deep gravelly voice bounced off the interior of the Impala as your eyes briefly met his in the rear view mirror then went back to looking out the window.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m awake. I don’t know for how much longer though.” You replied, staring at the raindrops that had landed against the glass, before the sky had cleared and gave way to a thumbnail moon.

“Diggin’ up graves is tougher than it looks, huh sweetheart.” Said Dean.

You yawned and on your exhale, you fogged up the back window.

“A little.” You stated with a slight smile.

The slight lines around his eyes crinkled as he quickly glanced at you again in the mirror. You knew he was smiling at you.

After being on the road for days, the long and grueling hunt was finally over and you were nothing short of exhausted. The rumble of the engine sang a thrilling melody as you heard the tires turning against the wet pavement.

Baby’s resonant purr hummed against your backside as your eyelids started to feel very heavy and the dim glow of the lights along the empty road shined into the car windows.

You were supposed to be helping Dean stay awake but you kept sinking lower and lower into the back seat.

“Wake up, baby. You’re supposed to be helping ME stay awake.” Said Dean.

Curling your legs up onto the bench seat, you grumbled and replied, “Come onnnnnn, Dean! I’m tired!”

“Do I have to stop and put the windows down, y/n?” He threatened.

Dean chuckled a little. He knew how tired you were, how tired you both were. Staying in crappy motel rooms for the past few days, where the mattresses were hard as rocks and the pillows were flat as pancakes, it’s a wonder you got any sleep at all.

But being together made it easier. As long as you were with him, it didn’t matter that the mattress was uncomfortable or that the pillow was so flat, it was basically a part of the mattress. Dean was your comfort, not the bed. His chest was your pillow and his body was your blanket.

You loved him and he loved you in return.

Listening to the muted growling of the Impala, it didn’t take long before you were fast asleep in the backseat. Stretched out across the seat, the vibrations calmed you and let you fall into a deeper slumber.

With a loud squeak, you thought you heard the driver’s side door close. Dean was probably just putting gas in the car and getting a snack but as you started to drift off again, the back door opened and he lightly tugged on your pant leg.

“You got room for one more back here, sweetheart?” He asked, softly.

As your eyes fluttered open, you could make out the wide smile across his lips and feel his hand resting on your leg. As your eyes tried to focus on his handsome face, he climbed in, closed and locked the door behind him, and crawled up your body until his face was directly in front of yours.

Surprised and still trying to wake up, his name fell from your lips, “Dean? Are we back already?” You asked.

“Ah not yet, baby. I’m a little tired, could use a bit of a nap. And one of these…” Said Dean, as he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours.

His lips tasted like salt and even though you both were filthy from digging up bones in the cemetary, his shirt still smelled like clean laundry. As you parted your lips, Dean’s tongue slipped into your mouth to tangle with yours and he firmly pressed his hips against your core.

Aside from sleeping next to each other, you and Dean hadn’t been this close in a few days. It felt so good to run your fingers through his soft brown hair and tightly cling to him as if to silently tell him how much you’ve missed him.

Dean kissed you hard and deep as his calloused hands mapped your body and his fingers grazed the soft skin of your stomach. Your body molded perfectly to his while you could hear your heart beating loudly in your ears.

You gasped loudly into his ear as his lips kissed the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and a wide smile stretched across your lips.

He missed you too.

“Well…that was more than one kiss, baby.” You whispered as you gently raked your nails against his scalp.

“Can I still take a nap with you? Please?” Asked Dean, with a sly smile.

He had pulled over on a very secluded strip of road. You hadn’t heard a single car drive past you since he parked the Impala. You struggled to find the slightest of sounds, the whispers against each other’s ears was the only noise for miles in every direction which, if you were alone, would have made you feel very uneasy.

But in his arms you were safe and he would never let anything happen to you.

“You weren’t really tired at all, were you?” You asked with a narrowed expression and in a slightly accusatory tone.

The blanket of navy blue cradled the crescent silver claw of a moon along with the stars that looked like little pin pricks of white against the late night sky. It was just bright enough to make out the sprinkle of freckles across his nose and the laugh lines around his pale green eyes.

Dean pressed his lips together, closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Not really. Well…maybe just a little. Sweetheart, I just feel like I haven’t touched you in a month.” He exaggerated, sweeping his knuckles across your cheek. “That was a long hunt, between the late night research, and talking to witnesses. It’s just been a long few days.”

His eyes were tired. Even in the low glow of the moonlight, you could see he needed rest.

“Switch places with me.” You said as your body was still pinned underneath him. “You can be my pillow.”

Dean rolled until the bench seat was underneath his back and your body was draped over his, listening to his heart beat steadily inside his chest. The Impala windows were cracked open slightly to allow the chilled air inside as the scent of pine trees and damp earth floated past your nose.

“That better?” Asked Dean, draping his arm around you and slightly propping his head up with his other hand.

You hummed softly against his chest.

“Hmmmm…it’ll do until we get home. I miss our bed.” You said in barely more than a whisper.

He kissed the top of your head and replied, “Me too, baby. When we get back, you can take a shower first.”

Nervously touching the buttons on his shirt, you picked your head up and with a warm smile, said, “How about you join me, handsome?”

One corner of Dean’s mouth turned up into a sly smile, he gently pressed his lips to your forehead, and said, “Sounds like a plan to me, baby.”

After days of hunting, barely sleeping, and putting the case before anything else, you were finally able to decompress and relax with the man you loved…even if it was just for a few quiet minutes in the back of the Impala.

It was the best nap you’ve ever had.

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[justzawe]

Happy birthday to this sweetheart 💙🎂

[impishtubist]

Happy birthday, @arliedraws ! I'm so happy that our paths crossed online and then in real life 💙 I tried writing you a little ficlet based on your Sirius tramp stamp art, but uh, this happened instead.

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The new math teacher is cool. 

He walks into class on the first day wearing a leather jacket and carrying a motorcycle helmet under one arm. His dark hair is long enough to pull back into a short ponytail, though some strands escape, and he’s got a neatly-trimmed beard and tattoos. The entire class breaks into whispers, and Harry is fascinated. 

Mr. Black is fun. He dresses and acts like a former rock star, and he makes math interesting for once. Harry can’t remember the last time he paid close attention in this class, and he diligently fills the pages of his notebook as Mr. Black takes them through each lesson.

“Excellent work, Harry,” he says one day as he passes back a test, and Harry blushes furiously. This close to Mr. Black, he can smell leather and cigarettes, and see the way the man’s eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles.

Mr. Black holds office hours before school most days, and Harry asks Mum if she can start dropping him off early. Mum is delighted he’s taking such an interest in his studies, and agrees. 

“Your father never studied,” she says one day as they’re driving to school. “He still got top marks on everything. Drove me insane. Some of us have to actually work for our grades, and I’m happy you’re putting in the effort, sweetheart.” 

“Morning, Harry!” Mr. Black greets one day when Harry walks into the classroom. Office hours started a few minutes ago, and he’s the only one here. That won’t last long--Hermione won’t be far behind him, and several more of his classmates will come before the hour is up. Mr. Black’s office hours are always busy, which is why Harry tries to be the first one there every day. “I’ll be down in a second. Go ahead and get settled.”

Mr. Black has shed his button-up and is wearing only a thin t-shirt. He’s standing on a stepstool so he can get something down from the top shelf of one of the cabinets in the room. The t-shirt is tight, and Harry watches the muscles of his back and arm flex.

“O-okay,” he squeaks, but he stands there staring at Mr. Black until Hermione comes flying into the room a few minutes later, a dozen questions tumbling out of her at once that Mr. Black is only too happy to answer. 

***

“Harry, are you packed?” Mum calls up the stairs to him.

“Yeah, been packed for ages! Can we go now?”

“Don’t use that tone with me,” Mum says as Harry comes down the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder. “Why are you in such a hurry to get to Dad’s, anyway? What mischief does he have planned for you two?”

“Nothing!” Harry says, which is a complete lie. He’s been texting Dad for the past couple of weeks about pranks they can pull on Dad’s awful neighbor, Severus Snape, and he can’t wait to try some of them out. 

His parents have been divorced since he was a baby; Harry doesn’t remember a time when they all lived in the same house.They don’t live far from each other, though, barely a ten-minute drive, which means that Harry can attend his school no matter which parent he stays with. He lives with Mum for a month, and then Dad, and they’ve switched off like that his whole life. Neither of his parents have remarried yet. When Harry was little, he’d wanted his mum to marry his kindergarten teacher, but then Mr. Lupin had married Mayor Shacklebolt and Harry had cried for a week about it. He’s fine with it now, though. They’ve got like five kids now, and Harry does not want any siblings. He likes having his parents to himself, thanks.

Mum pulls into Dad’s driveway, and Harry leaps out of the car and runs to the front door. He lets himself in with his key, shouting, “Dad, I’m home! Wanna go--” 

He stops short. Dad leaps up from the couch, startled, quickly disentangling himself from the man he had been sitting with and--and kissing--

It’s Mr. Black. 

“Harry!” Dad says, running his hand through his hair. “You’re, ah, you’re early--”

“Oh!” Mum had come into the house behind Harry, and she stands there with her hand over her mouth. “James, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think it would be an issue to be a little early. I didn’t realize you had, um, company. I should have called ahead.”

“It’s okay, Lils.” Dad gives them both a sheepish smile and holds out a hand to Mr. Black, pulling him up from the couch. “It’s about time we told you both, anyway. Harry, this is Sirius--”

“He’s my teacher,” Harry blurts. “Dad, you’re kissing my teacher.” 

“Er, yes, well.” Dad clears his throat. “We didn’t want to tell you until we were sure…but I’ve been seeing Sirius for a few months now, and--”

“Months?”

“I am sorry, Harry,” Mr. Black says. He’s still holding Dad’s hand. “I met your dad at the shops right before school started. I didn’t realize his son was in my class until I saw you that first day. We talked about it, and we decided it was best not to say anything to you until we knew…well, until we knew that this was something serious. No pun intended.”

He winks at Harry, fucking winks, and Harry is going to die. 

“I’m Lily,” Mum says, breaking the awkward silence, and Mr. Black lets go of Dad to shake her hand. “It’s so nice to meet you. I take it you’re Harry’s math teacher, then? He loves your class. I’ve never seen him so excited about a subject before!”

“Mum!” 

“Harry’s a great student,” Mr. Black says. “I love having him in class.” 

Harry can feel his face burning. “I’m not that special.”

“You are,” Mr. Black says, placing a warm hand on his shoulder. A strong, solid hand. Harry’s knees are going to buckle. 

“I think you’re embarrassing him, Sirius,” Dad says, and Mr. Black steps away. Harry misses his touch immediately. “But we were thinking, Harry…if it’d be alright, Sirius could spend the weekend with us. We could all get to know each other? Maybe go to the cinema, out to dinner, that kind of thing?”

Dad looks and sounds so hopeful. Harry sighs.

“Yeah, alright,” he says, and both Dad and Mr. Black beam at him. “But no funny business, okay? Your room is right next to mine, Dad.”

Dad goes bright red. “Right, no funny business. You’ve got it.” 

Mum kisses Harry on the cheek and gives him a quick hug, and then leaves. Harry’s left standing awkwardly in his dad’s living room with his dad and his teacher, who are dating. Harry grimaces inwardly. The whole time he was noticing Mr. Black’s beard and eyes and muscles, his dad was--was--

Harry stops that train of thought dead in its tracks. He does not want to go there. 

“So we’re still pranking Snape, right?” he asks loudly, more to drown out his own traitorous thoughts than anything else.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Dad says quickly. “Sirius even has some ideas about that.”

Mr. Black pulls a piece of paper out of his back pocket and unfolds it. It’s covered in his chicken scratch handwriting. “Where do you want to begin?”

[sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan]

You Guys Didn't Forget!

(Featuring Confident!Chris x Reserved! Matt x Fem!Reader)

Author's Note: I felt bad for my last two angst fics, so here's some tooth aching fluff 😻 If you like this au, send in asks, personal messages, or write comments about them (This is an original idea of mine. Please inbox or personal message me if you'd like to use any of these characters as 'inspiration' of some sort!)

Contents/Warnings: Mostly just fluff! Implied polyamorus situationship ( no incest & no actual relationship (yet) ! ), pet names (sweetheart & pretty girl), mentions of forgetting a birthday (I don't know, it could be triggering, I guess), & possibly more!

Third Person Point of View

Word Count: 562 (Am I in my lazy girl era? 😖)

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Divider by: @bernardsbendystraws (hopefully it's giving birthday 😅🤞🏽)

It was a few days before her birthday, and the excitement in the air was buzzing. She was blissfully unaware of the grand plans Chris and Matt had been orchestrating. The two brothers, part of a unique triplet set, each cherishing her in their own special way. Their older triplet brother, Nick, played a supportive role, always ready to lend a hand or a listening ear.

Chris and Matt had been holding secret meetings, filled with whispers and laughter, as they planned the perfect surprise party. They spent evenings selecting decorations and brainstorming themes, their excitement growing with each passing day.

The morning of her birthday had arrived, and with it, a twinge of sadness. She couldn't shake the feeling that her friends might have forgotten. Meanwhile, Matt and Chris maintained an air of normalcy, though their hearts raced with anticipation. They finalized last-minute details, making excuses to keep her away from the house, the focal point of their surprise.

Nick, ever the conspirator, took on the task of keeping her occupied. He planned a spa day, filled with pampering and light-hearted conversation, ensuring she remained blissfully unaware of the preparations underway.

“I can't believe they forgot, I've been so excited about my birthday!”

“Well I'm here celebrating with you, girl!”

With the house empty, Chris and Matt set to work, transforming the living room into a vibrant celebration space. Balloons and streamers adorned the walls, and a bold "Happy Birthday!" banner hung proudly. The kitchen table was laden with a beautifully decorated cake, an assortment of snacks, and carefully wrapped presents. Nick, in his eagerness, almost let slip the secret, but a quick save kept the surprise intact.

“Matt and Chris want us to come over for — to hang out,” Nick said casually as they finished up their spa day.

Under the guise of a casual hangout, they invited her over. As she stepped through the door, the lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the room. She took a few steps inside, and suddenly, the brothers leaped from their hiding spots, shouting, "Surprise!" Her eyes widened in shock, quickly melting into joy as the reality of the moment sank in.

Her reaction was everything they had hoped for —initial disbelief followed by a cascade of happy tears.

“Oh my gosh, you guys didn't forget!”

The room filled with laughter and music as they celebrated with games and shared stories. Each gift she unwrapped was proof of their thoughtfulness, leaving her feeling deeply cherished and grateful.

“Thank you all, I love everything so much!”

As the evening wound down, she found a quiet moment to reflect on the day's events. Surrounded by those who cared for her dearly, she realized just how fortunate she was. The warmth of their bond was a promise of enduring support.

She was laying in Chris's bed, in-between both of her boys, Chris and Matt. “Thank you both for today,” she whispered to them, kissing their foreheads gently.

With hearts full, they pledged to always be there for one another, ending the day with a sense of joy that felt like it would last a lifetime.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Chris said, holding her hips and lower half tightly as he reciprocated her kiss to the forehead. “We'll always be here for each other, pretty girl.” Matt added, kissing her forehead also as he held onto her top half.

[torchsart]

yippee happy valentines!! my beloved my darling my sweetheart!!! ive cooked smth up for his birthday too he deserves all the love in the world (but specifically from Me) 💙💙💙

[fudgelling-away]

Whoops, seems like sans want to give you a present

Would you like to open it..?

Yes, sans is a present himself xD

I heard that today is your birthday so, happy birthday fudge!! Thank you for surviving, for being here, your creation weather its from writing and drawing about sans, really means a lot to me 💙💙 Hope you have a nice day ahead, we all love you!

WOW, oh wow!!! Thank you so much! ♡

This is so good! Like, omg?? I am squealing and jumping and pulling that sweetheart out of the gift box.

So adorable!

I love the pose, and the box lid on top of his head, and his blush, and that expression! Lovely colour scheme, too! ♡ Thank you!

And thank you for your beautiful words... I don't even know what to say. Thank you. I appreciate you so much!!!

Thank you! ♡

[daisyblog]

It’s a…

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Gender reveal.

Harry and YN had been for an early gender scan, due it being so close to Christmas and they are going to be travelling back up North for the holidays. 

Their family and friends had sent in their predictions the night before, all trying to guess what baby Styles was going to be. 

Anne: Girl💕

Gemma: Boy💙

Michal: Boy! 

Louis: Girl x 

Lottie: 💙💙💙

Phoebe: 💕

Daisy: 🩷

Jen & Len: Girl xx

Mark & Sally: 💙

Jeff: Glenne and I think Girl!!

Mitch: Boy!

Sarah: Girl xx

Pauli: BABY STYLES IS A GIRL! I think! 

Lloyd: Booooooy!!

Brad: Girl! p.s good luck H😂

James: I think boy! 

Louise: Lux and I think girl💞

Niall: Girl!❤️

Liam: Boy! 

Zayn: Khai says girl x 

In all honestly Harry and YN didn’t mind if their baby was a boy or girl, they just prayed for a happy and healthy little one. 

Once YN and Harry were called into the room, YN laid down on the bed with Harry sat next to her, holding her hand for comfort. 

“Are we ready to see your baby?.” The sonographer asked. 

“More than ready!” YN smiled at Harry, who brought their joined hands up his lips and pressed a quick peck to them. 

The room was silent whilst the sonographer moved the probe around YN’s tummy. The sound of a racing heartbeat broke the silence, and YN’s new favourite sound could be heard. Their baby’s heartbeat!

“You have one wriggly baby…they don’t want to keep still for me today!” The lady joked, causing YN and Harry to laugh as they watched the screen. 

“Is everything okay? With the baby I mean?”. Harry asked, something he liked doing at every appointment. 

“If I could use the word perfect, I would.” The older woman smiled. “But I can’t, but honestly your baby is growing absolutely beautifully in there…so keep doing what you’re doing Mama!”. 

Harry gave YN a proud smile, knowing that YN needed to hear that today after having a few days of insecurities. 

“Would you like to know the gender?”.

“Yeah please!” Harry didn’t hesitate, eagerly wanting to know if they were having a baby son or daughter. 

After a few more pokes and prodes on YN’s tummy, the woman smiled. “Congratulations Mum and Dad…you’re having a…”. 

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Originally YN and Harry were going to share their baby’s gender with their families at Christmas. But not wanting to take away the attention away from Louis on his birthday or the younger children at Christmas, they decided they would share the news with everyone at the same time. 

Keeping it simple, YN sent all their family and friends the same photo sharing the news. Both waiting for the reactions!

Louis: 

OI OI!!

I am absolutely buzzing right now! I’m chuffed to pieces for you both. I can’t wait to meet your baby and you best believe I’m going to spoil her rotten! 

Give bump a kiss from her Uncle Lou!! Can’t wait to see you all Christmas. Love you xx

Anne:

Congratulations my darlings. Words can’t describe how proud I am of you both. You really do deserve all the happiness. Thank you for making me a Grandma, but a bigger thank you for blessing me with a precious granddaughter🩷I love you three so much xx

Gemma:

YOU’RE HAVING A GIRL!!

I’M GOING TO BE AN AUNTIE TO A GIRL

I’M HAVING A NIECE!!

🩷🩷🩷

Lottie: 

YEEEEEEEEESSSS! OMG I’M CRYING! I’m so happy for you both💖I can’t wait to meet your baby girl xxxxx

Phoebe:

I KNEW IT!! I’M SO EXCITED!! OUR BABY GIRLS ARE GOING TO BE BESTIES🩷🩷

Daisy: 

Another Niece!💓💓💓I’m the luckiest auntie in the world. Congratulations xx

Mark: 

Another granddaughter💕I am truly blessed. Congratulations!!xx

Jen: 

What beautiful news. Congratulations sweethearts. We are over the moon for you. Love you all xx

Jeff:

A mini YN…good luck H😂😂

Congratulations both! We are thrilled for you and can’t wait to meet your little girl❤️

Mitch: 

Uncle Mitchy can’t wait!! Congratulations both! 

Sarah:

Aww how cute! Congratulations guys!💖

Pauli:

YESSSSS!! WOOOOOO!! 🩷💖💓💕💞

Lloyd:

NO WAY!!❤️

Brad:

You’re going to have your hands full H😂I’m only joking! Congratulations both, amazing news and I can’t wait to meet her🥰

James:

I should have known you were a girl dad H! Best feeling in the world! Congratulations both! X

Louise T: 

TEAM PINK🩷Love ya both!xx

Niall: 

Uncle Niall favourite niece!! ❤️

Liam: 

Wow! Congratulations both, what a lucky little girl she will be to have you both ❤️

Zayn: 

Khai and I can’t wait to meet her! Congrats to you both, FaceTime soon? x 

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[puck-luck]

hi Andy!!!! happy tumblr birthday 🩷 so excited to try the cafe!!!

Can I order a cafe latte with Mattias Samuelsson? With a strong shot of caramel syrup (on vacation), peppermint (long term lovers), and just a touch of cold foam (light choking)?

xoxo second mattias anon 💙💛

thank u queen!! miss titty truther returns and i am faced with confronting my ick<3 i'm slowly working through it. mattias is still so hot and i want him.

After a long day at the beach, you’ve developed a nice pink sheen from the sun that’ll develop into a tan overnight. As a side effect, you’re about ready to take a nap, but Mattias has been not-so-subtly mentioning a couples’ shower all day. 

As soon as you twist the water on, you can hear Mattias thundering up the stairs of the beach house, hands slapping against the banister and doorframes he passes through as he makes his way to the bathroom. 

The doorknob twists and the hinges creak sharply with the opening of the door. 

You look at your boyfriend, hopefully fiancé by the end of this summer, and bite back a laugh. “Everything okay?”

Mattias nods. “Just heard the shower, didn’t want to miss the show,” he says before surging forward and closing the distance between your bodies. He takes your hands and drags them up his bare chest, still warm from the same sun that kissed your skin. He encircles your arms around his neck, then traps your lips as he shuffles his shorts down. 

You had already undressed, ready to step into the shower, and Mattias is quick to shove his bare thigh between your legs once his shorts hit the ground. He brings his hands to your ass and picks you up before stepping into the shower and pushing you into the tiles.

“Can I actually wash my hair first?” you ask Mattias, settling your feet on the ground and wiggling away from him.

Mattias groans and lets you step away for a second. Then, his hand comes up to your neck and drags you back to his lips, no space between your body and his. “We can do both at the same time,” he replies. “I’ll wash your hair and you’ll sit on my dick.”

It’s not that you don’t trust Mattias’s words. You would say that a better word to describe your feeling is wary. He’s a sweetheart and very ‘gentle-giant’ when push comes to shove, but there’s a certain element of danger. You would rather not get shampoo in your eyes while fucking your boyfriend. That doesn’t seem like fun.

You peck his lips and softly remove his hand from your neck. “How about you wash my hair and I’ll warm your dick with my mouth while you’re very careful about keeping the shampoo away from my eyes?”

Mattias makes that stupid puppy-dog face that you love so much, his excitement evident. His fingers make their last clutch at your neck, pulling you in for one more kiss, before he lets you go and reaches for the shampoo.

You drop to your knees– already regretting the decision to kneel on the hard tile of the shower, what were you thinking– and loop your fingers around Mattias’s cock. You thumb over the vein on his shaft, feeling the warm water from the showerhead splash over your back from this position, and brace yourself for disaster when the cap of the shampoo shnicks open. 

Luckily, he picked up on your hint to be very careful. Mattias cups his hands and is very delicate with your hair, telling you when to wet it and rinse it as you stroke his cock. The actions even provide some friction on his member, which is reacting to the warm encompassing space around it. 

His cock is long and thick. It weighs on your tongue deliciously, each burst of precum near the back of your throat tasting like an invitation to swallow around him and suck. 

He’s fully hard by the time he’s rinsed the second dose of shampoo from your head. Once he applies your conditioner, Mattias’s hand finds the back of your head. He guides you down his shaft until you’ve taken all you can, haggard breaths coming from your nose as you adjust. Mattias loves to put his hand around your throat, but this is his second favorite way of choking you. He likes when you gag after a moment and have to draw away, voice more rough than before.

“Once we rinse this conditioner out, are you going to spread your legs for me?” Mattias asks. 

You nod, lips still stretched around his dick.

“Good.” He puts a hand on the wall beside him and pretends to check his watch, although there’s nothing on his wrist. “Two minutes, then we’ll make the most of this alone time.”

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 16/?✨

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 ´former´ 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: 18+ only! Smut, teasing, Language, age gap

Word Count: 8349

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You shrugged gently, your fingers continuing their lazy exploration. “Just how happy I am”, you replied honestly.

Jensen sighed contentedly, a playful glint in his eyes. “You know, for all your teasing and sarcasm, you actually have some disgustingly sweet moments too”, he teased, his voice warm with affection.

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing a particularly prominent freckle. “Well, don’t get used to it. I have a reputation to uphold”, you replied with a mock serious tone, though your eyes twinkled with amusement.

Jensen chuckled, pulling you closer. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret”, he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

You smiled, feeling a surge of affection for him. “Good. I’d hate for everyone to know I have a soft side”.

Jensen’s hand moved to your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with warmth and affection as he leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips. The touch of his lips sent a thrill through you, your heart racing at the intimacy of the moment.

When he pulled back, he looked deeply into your eyes and mumbled softly, “Good night, sweetheart”.

The nickname made your heart skip a beat, a warmth spreading through your chest. No one had ever called you that before, and hearing it from Jensen made it feel all the more special. “Good night”, you whispered back, your voice filled with emotion.

You settled back into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek. The room was quiet, the only sounds being your combined breaths and the gentle rustle of the sheets. Jensen’s arms tightened around you.

The last thing you felt before sleep took over was Jensen’s soft kiss on the top of your head.

The next morning, you woke up before Jensen, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains casting a gentle glow in the room. You were still nestled against him, his arms wrapped around you protectively, the warmth of his body comforting against the morning chill.

Gazing up at his peaceful face, you couldn't help but smile. Jensen looked serene in sleep, his features relaxed, his lips curved in a slight smile that hinted at the contentment he felt. His tousled hair and the stubble on his jawline added to his rugged charm, and you felt a surge of affection for him.

Running your fingers lightly over his chest, you traced the familiar contours of his muscles, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath your touch. Each movement was slow and deliberate, not wanting to disturb his sleep but wanting to savor this intimate moment between you.

As you watched him, memories of the previous night flooded your mind—the passion, the tenderness, and the deep connection you had shared. It felt surreal to wake up beside him like this, to see him in such a vulnerable and peaceful state.

As you traced gentle patterns on his chest, Jensen stirred slightly. Without opening his eyes, he spoke in a tired, rough voice, teasing you with a hint of a smile. “You know, staring at someone while they sleep is kinda creepy”.

You chuckled softly, not stopping your light caresses. “Good morning to you too”, you replied, a playful glint in your eyes.

Jensen finally opened his eyes, their green depths still heavy with sleep but twinkling with amusement. “Morning”, he murmured, pulling you closer to him. “Did you sleep well?”.

You nodded, resting your head against his chest. “Better than I have in a long time”, you admitted softly.

Jensen’s hand moved to gently stroke your hair. “Glad to hear it”, he said, his voice warm and affectionate. “I’m pretty sure last night had something to do with that”.

You laughed lightly, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Maybe a little”.

He tilted your chin up with his fingers, his gaze locking onto yours. “And this morning?”, he asked, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. “How are you feeling now?”.

You stretched, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep, but instantly regretted it. Every little muscle hurt, and you were sore in places you didn’t even know could be sore. Your pussy ached, and even your belly felt tender.

A soft groan escaped your lips, and Jensen’s eyes filled with concern. “ You okay?” he asked.

You gave him a weak smile, wincing slightly. “I’m just really sore”, you admitted. “Everywhere”.

Jensen’s expression softened with a mix of guilt and amusement. “I might have gone a bit overboard last night”, he murmured.

Jensen slowly got up from the bed, his own muscles clearly aching as he groaned deeply. "Fuck", he muttered, stretching as he made his way towards the bathroom.

You couldn't help but watch him, admiring the way his back muscles flexed with each movement. Your gaze wandered down to his perfectly sculpted ass, and you bit your lip, appreciating just how much of a picture-perfect man he was.

He glanced back at you, catching the look in your eyes and smirking slightly. "Enjoying the view?", he teased, his voice still rough with sleep.

You blushed but didn’t look away. "Maybe", you replied playfully. "You certainly give me a lot to admire".

Jensen chuckled, disappearing into the bathroom. You heard the sound of the shower turning on, and a few moments later, he called out, "You coming or what?".

Despite your exhaustion, the idea of a warm shower with Jensen was too tempting to pass up. You slowly got out of bed, wincing at the ache in your muscles, and made your way to the bathroom.

Jensen was already under the spray, his body glistening with water. He looked up as you entered, extending a hand to help you in.

You stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over your sore muscles, instantly soothing some of the discomfort. Jensen's hands were gentle as he massaged your shoulders and back, his touch careful and tender.

"Better?", he asked, his lips brushing against your temple.

You nodded, relaxing into his touch. "Much better", you replied, your voice soft and content.

Jensen's hands continued their gentle ministrations, massaging the tension out of your shoulders and back. The warmth of the shower and the tenderness of his touch made you feel deeply cared for. You leaned into him, savoring the moment.

Jensen murmured softly, “How about we start today easy? My appointment at the barber shop isn’t until the afternoon, so there’s no rush”.

You nodded softly, appreciating the gentle pace Jensen was suggesting. Together, you both stepped out of the shower, drying off and getting dressed in comfortable clothes. Jensen followed you into the kitchen, where you started to prepare some coffee.

As you looked through the cabinets, you felt a twinge of soreness reminding you of the previous night’s intensity. “You’re down for some cereal?”, you asked, glancing over at Jensen with a sheepish smile. “I’m a bit too sore to make a decent breakfast”.

Jensen chuckled, leaning against the counter as he watched you. “Cereal sounds perfect”, he said, his eyes twinkling with affection.

You reached for the cereal boxes and poured two bowls, adding milk and setting them on the table. Jensen took a seat across from you, his eyes never leaving your face as he took a bite.

You looked up and caught his intense gaze, feeling your cheeks heat up. “What?”, you mumbled with a mouthful of cereal, instantly blushing.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. “Nothing”, he mumbled, still smiling as he watched you. “I just like looking at you”.

Your blush deepened, and you found yourself smiling despite your embarrassment. “You’re impossible”, you said, trying to hide your bashfulness by taking another bite.

Jensen’s smile widened, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “And you’re adorable”, he replied, taking another bite of his cereal.

The two of you continued eating in comfortable silence, the morning sunlight streaming through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room. It was a simple, perfect moment, one that you both cherished.

After finishing breakfast, you cleared the table together, Jensen’s hand brushing against yours occasionally, sending little sparks of joy through you. Once the kitchen was tidied up, Jensen leaned against the counter, his expression thoughtful, as if contemplating what to do next. You couldn't help but notice the slight furrow of his brow, a sign that he might be lost in thought.

You placed the last spoon away, catching Jensen’s thoughtful glance. “What is it?”, you asked softly, sensing there was something on his mind.

Jensen sighed slightly, meeting your gaze with a mix of seriousness and tenderness. “After the convention, I have to head back to the set for four more weeks”, he said gently. “After that, I’m free for a while, with just a few conventions in between”.

You nodded, understanding the demands of his schedule but feeling a pang of disappointment at the thought of him being away again so soon. “I see”, you replied, trying to keep your tone light. “Well, I guess we’ll have to make the most of the time we have”.

Jensen hesitated, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “You know”, he began slowly, “after filming is done, I was thinking… maybe you could come with me to some of the conventions. Spend some time in different cities together”.

Your eyes widened in surprise and excitement. “Really? You’d want that?”.

Jensen chuckled, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “What kind of question is that?”, he teased, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Of course, I want that. I want to spend as much time with you as I can”.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, your heart swelling with affection. “Well, in that case, I’d love to join you”, you replied, your smile matching his.

Jensen pulled out his phone and stepped behind you, his breath hot against your neck. He wrapped one arm around your waist while holding his phone in front of you with the other hand, showing you his calendar. “Look”, he murmured softly in your ear, “there are six conventions over November and the beginning of December. All in different cities”.

You scanned the calendar, seeing the dates marked out. Jensen’s arm tightened slightly around your waist as he continued, his lips brushing against your ear. “We can spend the whole weeks between the conventions together. Just you and me”.

Your heart swelled with affection and anticipation. “That sounds amazing, Jensen”, you whispered, leaning back into his embrace.

Jensen’s grip on your waist tightened, his kisses growing more insistent on your neck. “We just have to be a little careful”, he whispered against your skin.

You shivered slightly at the sensation, your body reacting to his closeness. “Careful?” you murmured, tilting your head to give him better access.

Jensen’s lips moved to your earlobe, nibbling gently before he spoke. “Just with being seen together. The fans, the media—they can be relentless. We need to keep things low-key”.

You nodded, understanding the need for discretion. “Get it”, you replied softly. “We’ll be careful”.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of seriousness and affection. “I don’t want anything to ruin what we have”, he said, his voice sincere. With that, he pulled you close.

While the two of you were kissing, Jensen’s phone rang, the sound breaking the tender moment. He glanced at the screen and saw Danneel’s name popping up. A look of annoyance crossed his face as he sighed and pulled away slightly.

“Hold on, I need to take this”, he muttered, picking up the call.

You stepped back, giving him some space as he answered the phone. “Hey, Danneel”, he said, his voice tight with frustration.

You could hear Danneel’s voice on the other end, sharp and filled with irritation. “JJ got into a fight at school”, she snapped. “And she refuses to talk to me about it. She only wants to talk to her daddy”.

Jensen rubbed his temple, clearly stressed. “I’m in Austin for a few more days, Danneel”.

“I know that”, Danneel shot back. “But she won’t calm down. You need to talk to her, even if it’s just over the phone”.

Jensen glanced at you apologetically. “Alright, put her on”, he said, trying to keep his voice calm.

Danneel huffed before handing the phone to JJ. A moment later, Jensen’s face softened as he spoke to his daughter. “Hey, sweetheart. What’s going on?”.

You watched as Jensen listened intently, his expression shifting from concern to tenderness as JJ explained the situation.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at how Jensen talked to his daughter. Despite his initial frustration and the interruption, his voice softened and filled with tenderness as he spoke to JJ. It was evident how much he cared for her and wanted to comfort her, even from a distance.

As you watched Jensen listen intently to JJ’s explanation, you realized how easily you could forget about his life outside of your time together. Over the last weeks, whenever the two of you talked on the phone or spent time together, it was just about you and him, wrapped up in your own world. You hadn’t often thought about the responsibilities and challenges he faced as a husband and a father.

Seeing him now, handling a parenting issue, brought a new perspective.

After a few minutes, Jensen managed to calm JJ down and assured her everything would be okay. He promised to talk more later and ended the call with a gentle, “I love you, JJ”.

He turned back to you, his expression a mix of weariness and gratitude. “Sorry about that”, he said, running a hand through his hair. “Parenting, huh?”.

You couldn’t help but respond with a bit of sarcasm, your eyes twinkling with humor. “Yeah, tell me about it”, you said, the obvious implication that you didn’t have kids making Jensen chuckle.

“Smartass”, he teased, his mood lightening as he relaxed into the moment.

You smiled warmly, feeling a genuine curiosity about his family. “Do you have photos of them?”, you asked, realizing that despite your growing closeness, you had never seen pictures of his kids.

Jensen’s eyes softened, and he pulled out his phone again. “Yeah, of course”, he said, swiping through his gallery before handing the phone to you.

You took the phone and looked at the screen, seeing a photo of Jensen with his kids. JJ was beaming up at him with a wide smile, her eyes sparkling with the same mischief you saw in Jensen’s. The twins were adorable, their innocent faces full of curiosity and joy.

You swiped through the pictures of his kids, smiling at their bright, happy faces. Each photo seemed to capture a moment of pure joy and love. As you continued scrolling, a picture of Jensen and a red-haired woman appeared on the screen, showing them standing in front of a harbor. You paused, your finger hovering over the image. Jensen sensed your hesitation and looked at the picture.

“That’s Danneel?”, you asked quietly, your voice laced with curiosity and a hint of uncertainty.

Jensen nodded. “Yeah, that’s her”, he said. “This was taken on summer last year”.

You noticed a subtle tension in his posture as he looked at the picture. It wasn’t hard to see the strain in his eyes, even in a photograph. Carefully, you chose your words, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “You look pretty… strained”, you said softly, your voice filled with empathy.

Jensen let out a sigh, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. “Yeah, it wasn’t a good day”, he admitted. “Danneel was constantly on edge. It was one of those times when everything just felt heavy”.

You nodded understandingly and handed Jensen back his phone, taking a moment to look at him. It struck you how different he appeared now compared to the person in that strained photograph. His demeanor was more relaxed, his smile genuine, and the tension seemed to have melted away.

As you observed him, Jensen chuckled softly. “You never googled me or checked on Instagram?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You chuckled nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed. “No, actually, I haven’t”, you admitted honestly. “Maybe I should?”.

Jensen shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Sure”, he said, his tone light. “Just don’t get too deep into the stuff that involves Danneel. Remember that most of it is just for publicity”.

You nodded, appreciating the heads-up. “Got it. I’ll take everything with a grain of salt”.

Jensen’s smile softened. “Good. There’s a lot of stuff out there, but just know that the real story is what we have here”, he said, gesturing between the two of you.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. “I trust you”, you replied sincerely.

Jensen gently pulled you by the waist against him, looking down at you with a soft, affectionate gaze. He leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips tender and warm against yours. When he finally pulled away, he looked at you with a questioning gaze, sensing there was something on your mind.

You hesitated for a moment, gathering your thoughts before speaking. “You mentioned that you and Danneel had been having affairs over the years”, you began carefully, your voice barely above a whisper. “Do you still have any… ongoing ones?”.

Your heart raced as you asked the question, unsure of how he would react. You wanted to know if he saw other girls besides you and his wife, but you didn’t want to voice it outright, feeling you had no right to expect anything exclusive. After all, you weren’t officially together.

Jensen’s eyes softened with understanding, and a small, cocky smile played on his lips. “Why would I need anyone else when I have you?”, he replied, his tone both sincere and teasing.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of relief and warmth flooding through you. “Really?”, you asked, still needing a bit of reassurance.

Jensen nodded, his expression serious now. “Really. You’re all I need”, he said softly, his hand gently caressing your cheek. “I’m not interested in anyone else”.

You bit your lip, looking up at him with those big eyes that always made him weak. “And what about Danneel? You’re still…?”.

Jensen understood what you were asking. He sighed softly. “I haven’t slept with her in months”, he said, his voice firm and honest. “And I don’t intend to start again now. Sure, I need to kiss her at events and for photos, but that’s it”.

The thought of him kissing someone else made your stomach churn, but you pushed it aside, knowing you had no right to make any demands.

You hesitated again, gathering your courage before voicing another question that had been nagging at you. “Do you ever think you might catch feelings for her again?”, you asked softly. “I mean, you have kids and a past together and all of that…”.

Jensen pulled you closer, his arms wrapping securely around you. “I get why you’re asking”, he said gently. “But no, I don’t think that will happen. Our relationship has changed a lot over the years. We’ve both moved on in many ways”.

He paused, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “The connection we had is more about the kids and the history we share. It’s not about romantic feelings anymore. I care about her as the mother of my children, but that’s it”.

You nodded, feeling slightly more reassured but still needing to express your thoughts. “I just worry, you know? You have this whole life with her, and I don’t want to get in the way of that or cause any more complications”.

Jensen shook his head, his gaze steady and sincere. “You’re not in the way, and you’re not causing complications. If anything, you’ve been a source of clarity for me. You’ve made me realize what I want and what I don’t want in my life”.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing your cheeks. “I want to be with you”, he said firmly. “And I want to figure out how we can make this work”.

“I want that too”, you whispered.

Jensen smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and determination. “Good”, he said softly. “Because I’m not letting go of this. Not now, not ever”.

Even if you still didn’t label whatever you two had, it was clear that both of you wanted to make this work, in whatever way possible. You melted against Jensen, his big palms nearly covering your whole back as he pressed you against himself. With every touch, the feeling of you being made just for him grew stronger.

Jensen’s embrace was warm and secure, his presence a comforting anchor. His lips found yours again, the kiss deepening with an unspoken promise of commitment and affection. You felt a sense of belonging that was both new and exhilarating, as if you had finally found the missing piece of your life.

Breaking the kiss, Jensen rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “We’ll figure this out”, he murmured, his voice a soft reassurance. “No matter what, we’ll find a way”.

You nodded, your heart swelling with a mixture of emotions.

The rest of the morning was spent in a comfortable closeness, the conversation flowing easily between lighthearted topics and deeper discussions about your future. As the hours passed, the bond between you grew stronger, solidifying the unspoken understanding that whatever this was, it was worth fighting for.

When it was time for Jensen to head to his barber appointment, you walked him to the door, your fingers intertwined with his. “I’ll see you later?”.

Jensen smiled, squeezing your hand gently. “Definitely”, he replied, leaning down to give you a lingering kiss. “I’ll call you when I’m done”.

You watched him leave, feeling a sense of contentment and anticipation. Even without labels, the connection you shared felt undeniable and powerful, and you were ready to embrace whatever the future held.

After Jensen left, you decided to use the time to check his Instagram. As you scrolled through the posts, you couldn’t help but admire him further. Although he wasn’t extremely active on social media, he had a significant following and his fans adored him. Each post seemed to capture a different facet of his life, whether it was a behind-the-scenes look at his work, candid moments with friends, or snippets of his hobbies.

You tried to ignore the posts that included Danneel, but your curiosity got the better of you. You switched to her profile, wanting to understand more about her. As you browsed through her posts, it became clear that her primary focus was her family. Nearly every post was dedicated to Jensen and their kids, showcasing family outings, celebrations, and moments of joy. It seemed her job was indeed being Jensen’s wife and the mother of his children.

You felt a mix of emotions as you continued to scroll. On one hand, it was clear that their family life was an important and cherished part of their existence. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of insecurity and curiosity about how things had changed between them.

One particular post caught your eye—a family portrait taken on Christmas. They all looked happy, but now that you knew more about their situation, you couldn’t help but wonder what was happening behind the smiles. You reminded yourself of Jensen's words about the publicity and how things weren’t as they seemed.

Sighing, you closed the app and set your phone aside. It was easy to get lost in the curated world of social media, but you knew that the reality was far more complex.

Your thoughts drifted to the future, and the complexities of Jensen's life became more evident. It was clear why Danneel didn’t want to divorce Jensen, even though their marriage had been strained for a long time. Without him, she would lose financial stability, social status, and the relevance that came with being his wife. She hadn’t acted in movies or TV shows in years, and a divorce would likely render her life drastically different.

You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the situation. Why couldn’t things be simpler? Why wasn’t he already divorced or never married in the first place? This was one of the reasons you had always been wary of dating older men—they often came with a lot of baggage.

But then you thought about how Jensen looked at you, how he touched and held you, and how he kissed you. Your heart clenched with the realization of how deeply you had fallen for him. Despite all the complications and challenges, your feelings for him were undeniable and intense.

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. Love wasn’t supposed to be easy, you reminded yourself. It was supposed to be worth fighting for. And Jensen was worth it. The way he made you feel, the connection you shared—it was all worth the struggle.

You started tackling some chores around the apartment, beginning with the laundry. You sorted, folded, and put away clothes, your mind occasionally drifting to thoughts of Jensen and the time you would spend together later.

Next, you turned your attention to choosing outfits for the upcoming convention. You pulled out several options, laying them on the bed and considering how each one would look.

With the chores mostly done, you decided that Jensen could use a proper, delicious meal after the college-kid breakfast of cereal. You headed to the kitchen, feeling inspired to cook something special. You decided on a fresh risotto, a recipe you had learned during your teenage years in Italy. It was a dish you knew well and could make with confidence.

You gathered all the ingredients: Arborio rice, fresh vegetables, Parmesan cheese, white wine, and a rich broth. As you started cooking, the familiar scents of garlic and onions sautéing in olive oil filled the kitchen, bringing back fond memories of your time in Italy.

You poured the white wine into the pan, letting it sizzle and reduce before adding the rice. Slowly, you ladled in the broth, stirring patiently as the risotto began to take shape. The process was therapeutic, and you found yourself relaxing into the rhythm of cooking.

As the risotto neared completion, you added the final touches: freshly grated Parmesan, a pat of butter for extra creaminess, and a sprinkle of fresh herbs. You tasted a spoonful, satisfied with the rich, creamy texture and the perfect balance of flavors.

You set the table, plating the risotto. The kitchen looked cozy and inviting, the aroma of the freshly cooked meal filling the air.

Just as you were putting the finishing touches on the table, you heard the front door open and Jensen’s voice calling out. “Hey, I’m back!”.

You walked over to greet him, a smile spreading across your face. “Perfect timing. I made us a special dinn- fuck, you look hot”.

Your hands instantly caressed his freshly trimmed sides, feeling the soft, short hair beneath your fingertips. You marveled at how his new haircut made him look even more handsome, which you hadn’t thought was possible. The longer, neatly styled hair on top added a touch of sophistication and charm.

Jensen grinned, clearly pleased by your reaction. “You like it?”, he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I love it”, you replied, your voice filled with genuine admiration. “You look incredible”.

He leaned down to kiss you softly, his lips warm and inviting. “I think I like this kind of greeting”, he murmured against your lips before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “And you made us a special dinner?”.

You smiled, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry”, you said.

Jensen’s eyes widened in appreciation as he took in the scene. “This looks amazing”, he said, "You really went all out”.

You grinned at Jensen’s compliment, feeling a rush of happiness at his appreciation. “It’s a recipe I learned during my time in Italy”, you explained proudly as you took your seat across from him. “I hope you like it”.

“Well, if it tastes half as good as it smells, then I’m in for a treat”, he said with a smile.

Deep down, you had cooked this meal for him because you felt a need to measure up to his wife. Though you tried to push those thoughts aside, they lingered at the back of your mind, nagging you with doubts. Unknown to you, Danneel rarely cooked and wasn’t particularly skilled at it either.

“This is incredible”, he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

“I’m glad you like it”, you replied, feeling a bit more confident.

Jensen’s eyes twinkled as he looked at you. “If you keep cooking like this, I might just get spoiled”, he teased.

You mumbled softly, trying to keep your tone light, “I guess I have to make up for being that bad on top”. You referred to the previous night, where Jensen had to guide you on how to ride him properly. You tried to make it sound like a joke, but deep down, it was nagging at your confidence.

Jensen’s expression softened immediately, sensing the insecurity in your voice. He set his fork dow. “Hey”, he said gently. “You were amazing. You have nothing to worry about”.

You put on a smile, not wanting to annoy him with any drama, and kept eating your risotto without saying anything in return. Despite his reassuring words, a small part of you still felt uncertain. The meal was delicious, and you tried to focus on enjoying it, but your thoughts kept drifting back to your insecurities.

Jensen watched you carefully, his eyes filled with concern. He could sense that you were still bothered, even though you were trying to hide it. He decided to give you a bit of space, allowing you to process your feelings without pushing too hard.

The two of you continued eating in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

Eventually, Jensen broke the silence with a soft, gentle tone. “You know, I thought it was actually pretty hot”, he said. “Being the first guy to have you on top? That’s pretty special. Plus, it shows that you haven’t spent your early twenties getting railed by half the city”.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, despite your lingering insecurities. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want me to feel bad”, you mumbled.

Jensen stood up, his chair scraping softly against the floor as he moved. You watched him curiously as he walked around the table and stopped behind you. Leaning down, his breath warm against your ear, he whispered, “I fucking mean it. And if you want to keep practicing, I’m more than up for it”.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of reassurance and desire. Before you could respond, Jensen straightened up and gently took both of your plates. He walked over to the dishwasher and placed them inside, moving with an easy confidence that made your heart swell.

You turned in your chair to face him, a small smile playing on your lips. “You’re really something, you know that?”, you said softly, feeling a warmth spread through you.

Jensen looked back at you, his expression tender. “I try”, he replied with a wink, then closed the dishwasher and walked back over to you.

He pulled you gently up from the chair, his hands grabbing your hips with a firm but tender grip. You could feel the warmth of his palms through your clothes, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Jensen’s eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

He leaned in, kissing your lips softly at first, then deepening the kiss as he pulled you closer. The world seemed to blur around you, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on yours. Slowly, his lips trailed down to your jaw, each kiss sending sparks of desire through you.

As he reached your ear, Jensen whispered, “Besides that, you have the best pussy I’ve ever fucked”. His voice was low and husky, each word carefully measured to elicit the maximum effect. He knew exactly how much it turned you on when he talked like that, and he was using it to full advantage.

Your breath hitched at his words, your body reacting instantly to the seductive timbre of his voice. You felt a rush of warmth pooling in your core, a testament to the effect he had on you. Jensen’s hands tightened on your hips, pulling you even closer against him.

He moved his hands from your hips to your back, sliding them up to gently massage your shoulders. The sensation was both soothing and arousing, a combination that left you craving more. Jensen’s lips continued their exploration, moving from your ear down to your neck, where he nibbled and kissed with deliberate tenderness.

You tilted your head back, giving him better access as a soft moan escaped your lips. The heat between you was palpable, every touch and kiss heightening the desire that simmered just below the surface.

Jensen groaned against your neck, his voice thick with arousal. “Those are some dangerous sounds, baby”, he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His words sent another shiver of pleasure through you, making you press closer to him.

His hands roamed your back, finding their way under your shirt and pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion. He tossed it aside, his eyes darkening as they took in the sight of you. “You’re so damn beautiful”, he said, his voice a low growl filled with desire.

Your hands moved to his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and sliding it off his shoulders. The feel of his warm skin against yours was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but run your hands over the hard planes of his chest. Jensen’s muscles rippled under your touch, his body responding eagerly to your caresses.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless. His hands moved to the clasp of your bra, deftly unhooking it and letting it fall away. Jensen’s lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone, his kisses sending sparks of pleasure through you.

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his sensual assault. Jensen’s hands found your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples and making you gasp.

Jensen’s touch was electric, every caress sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. His lips continued their journey down your collarbone, each kiss igniting a fire within you. His thumbs brushed over your nipples again, coaxing more soft moans from your lips.

He kissed lower, trailing his mouth down to your stomach, his hands sliding down to your hips. With a deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned your pants, his fingers teasingly brushing against your skin as he did so. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, your body aching for his touch.

Jensen slid your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your panties.

He was on his knees by now, his face right in front of the only thing left covering you—your panties. The intensity in his eyes made your pulse race. Your hands gripped the kitchen counter behind you to steady yourself as you looked down into his beautiful green eyes.

Jensen’s hands rested on your hips, his thumbs brushing gently against your skin, sending shivers through you. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss just above the waistband of your panties, his breath warm against your skin.

You gasped softly, your body responding eagerly to his touch. He continued to place gentle kisses along the edge of your panties, each one heightening your anticipation. His fingers hooked into the waistband, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he began to pull them down.

As the fabric slid down your legs, Jensen’s eyes never left yours, the connection between you growing even stronger. You stepped out of your panties, now completely exposed to him. His gaze traveled over your body, filled with admiration and desire.

Jensen leaned in, his lips brushing against your inner thigh, moving closer to your core. Your breath hitched in anticipation, your fingers gripping the counter tighter. He kissed his way up your thigh.

When his mouth finally reached your center, Jensen paused, his breath hot against your most sensitive skin. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race even faster.

Jensen’s hands caressed your thighs, his touch gentle yet possessive. He placed a few more teasing kisses before his tongue flicked out to taste you. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you let out a soft moan.

With a firm but gentle grip, Jensen lifted one of your thighs, hooking it over his shoulder. The movement pressed your pussy tighter against his face, allowing him even better access. The new angle intensified the sensation, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of you.

Your fingers dug into the counter behind you as Jensen’s tongue worked its magic, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks. The pressure and rhythm he maintained were driving you wild, each touch sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

Jensen’s free hand moved to your other thigh, holding you steady as he continued his sensual assault. The combination of his mouth and hands had you on the brink, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice trembling with need. “I’m so close”.

Your hands tangled in his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands, and in your heightened state, you pulled a little too hard. The tug made him groan against your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

The sensation of his mouth and the feel of his groan against you were almost too much to bear. Your hips bucked involuntarily, pressing even closer to his mouth. Jensen responded with renewed intensity, his tongue moving faster and more insistently, driving you to the edge.

Your breath hitched, your body trembling with the imminent release. The combination of his skilled tongue and the primal connection you felt with him brought you right to the brink.

With one final, expertly placed flick of his tongue, you shattered. Your orgasm crashed over you in powerful waves, your body convulsing with the intensity of your climax. You cried out his name, your voice filled with pure ecstasy.

Jensen held you steady, his mouth never leaving you as he continued to draw out every last bit of your pleasure. Your hands tightened in his hair, holding him close as the waves of your orgasm slowly began to subside.

When you finally began to come down from the high, you were left breathless and trembling. Jensen gently lowered your thigh, his hands moving to support you as he stood up, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.

He kissed you deeply, his lips warm and soft against yours, sharing the taste of your desire. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you returned the kiss with equal fervor. The intensity of the moment was matched only by the depth of the connection you felt with him.

As you both stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Jensen pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your lips. “Turn around”, he ordered softly, his voice a mixture of command and desire.

You felt a shiver of anticipation run through you at his words. Slowly, you turned around, your hands finding the edge of the kitchen counter for support. Jensen’s hands traced down your sides, his touch gentle but firm as he positioned you just how he wanted.

You could hear the sound of Jensen unbuckling his belt behind you. Your breath quickened, and you felt a rush of excitement as his hands returned to your hips, his touch firm and commanding.

Jensen’s fingers brushed against your skin as he guided you into position, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire evident in every movement. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

Slowly, Jensen entered you, the sensation overwhelming and intensely pleasurable. The initial stretch was intense, your body still sore from the previous night, but the arousal coursing through you was too powerful to let the discomfort stop you. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan as he filled you completely.

Jensen sensed your tension, his hands soothingly caressing your sides. “You okay?”, he murmured.

You nodded, gripping the edge of the counter more tightly. “I’m fine”, you breathed out, your voice trembling with both pain and pleasure. “Just… keep going”.

Jensen pulled out slowly, his touch gentle and measured, before thrusting right back inside you. The movement was deliberate, meant to balance between pleasure and the lingering soreness. His grip on your hips tightened, a silent testament to the restraint he was exercising.

Each thrust sent waves of sensation through you, the initial pain gradually melting into a deep, throbbing pleasure. The rhythm he set was slow and steady, allowing your body to adjust and revel in the intimate connection.

Jensen’s fingers dug into your hips, his breath hot against your ear. “You feel so good”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking perfect”.

You moaned softly, pressing back against him, the pleasure building with each thrust. The combination of his gentle yet powerful movements and the undeniable chemistry between you heightened every sensation, making your body hum with need.

Jensen’s thrusts, though gentle, were incredibly deep, each one hitting your sweet spot with precision. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure radiating through your body with every movement. You felt your knees grow weak, and in a desperate attempt to stay upright, you pressed your cheek against the cool countertop, using it to steady yourself.

Jensen’s grip on your hips remained firm, guiding you as he continued his rhythmic thrusts. The way he moved, so controlled and deliberate, drove you wild with need.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through you.

“I’m right here”, he groaned, his voice filled with a mix of desire and reassurance.

You could feel your body straining, the soreness and the intensity of his thrusts making it hard to catch your breath. “Jensen”, you gasped again, your voice a mix of pleasure and a hint of desperation, “I don’t know if I can handle much more”.

Sensing your need for a moment to regroup, Jensen’s hands moved soothingly over your hips. “Just relax”, he urged gently, his voice steady and calming. “I’ve got you”.

He slowed his movements, his thrusts becoming even more deliberate and controlled, giving you time to adjust and breathe. The change in pace allowed you to savor each sensation, the pleasure mingling with the remnants of your earlier soreness in a heady mix.

You focused on his voice, letting his words wash over you as you tried to relax into the rhythm. “That’s it”, he murmured, his hands still caressing your skin. “Just feel it”.

Jensen couldn’t help but marvel at how well you took him, his surprise and admiration evident in his touch. Each time he entered you, he could feel the way your body stretched to accommodate his size, a sensation that drove him wild with desire. The tightness, the way you enveloped him completely, was beyond anything he had ever experienced.

Jensen stilled for a moment, his body pressed tightly against yours. He leaned down and began to kiss your shoulders, his lips warm and soothing against your skin. His touch was meant to help you relax, to bring you back from the edge of discomfort and into a space where you could fully enjoy the connection between you.

However, as Jensen shifted his weight to better reach your shoulders, he unintentionally pushed even deeper inside you. The sensation made you shudder, your legs trembling as the pleasure surged through your body. Jensen could feel the way your body responded, the way you tightened around him.

The knowledge that he could make you feel this way, that he could bring you to the edge with just his touch, filled him with a heady mix of desire and satisfaction. He loved how he could weaken you out with just his dick, how he could make you lose control in his arms.

Jensen’s hands moved to your hips, holding you steady as he began to move again. His thrusts were slow and deep, each one hitting a new depth that made you gasp. The pleasure was intense, your body trembling with each movement, your legs barely able to support you.

His hands moved down to caress your ass, his touch both tender and possessive. “You take me so well”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Jensen’s hands squeezed your ass cheeks roughly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. The combination of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, making you gasp and moan with each squeeze. You could feel the imprint of his hands on your skin, a physical reminder of his possession and desire.

Jensen’s pace increased slightly, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The intensity of his movements, combined with the roughness of his grip, drove you closer to the edge. Your breaths came in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure built within you, your body trembling with the effort to stay upright.

His voice, low and husky, whispered praises in your ear. “You feel so good, so tight around me”.

Jensen could sense how close you were, feeling your body tighten around his throbbing length inside you.

He continued his deep, urgent thrusts. His hands remained firmly on your ass, kneading and squeezing with a mix of possessiveness and admiration. He reveled in the way you trembled beneath him, your gasps and moans spurring him on.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?”, Jensen murmured, his voice husky with need. He tilted his hips slightly, angling his thrusts to hit your sweet spot more directly. His movements became more precise.

Your breath hitched, your entire body on edge as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. The combination of his deep penetration, his commanding touch, and his intoxicating words pushed you right to the brink.

“Yes”, you gasped, barely able to form words as you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you. “Jensen, I’m… I’m…”.

He silenced you with a rough tug on your hair, pulling your back flush against his chest. The sudden movement intensified the sensations, your body reacting to the dual assault of pleasure and pain. Jensen’s grip on your hair was firm but controlled, his breath hot and ragged against your ear.

As he thrust deeply one last time, you felt him spill himself inside you, the warmth of his release filling you completely. His deep groan resonated in your ear, a sound of pure, primal satisfaction that sent shivers down your spine. The combination of his voice, the tug on your hair, and the sensation of him coming inside you pushed you over the edge.

Your body convulsed in his arms, your climax crashing over you in intense waves. Jensen held you tightly, his own body trembling with the force of his release.

As the intensity of your orgasms began to subside, Jensen loosened his grip on your hair, his hands moving to gently caress your sides. He pressed soft, soothing kisses to your neck and shoulders, his touch tender and reassuring.

You both stood there for a moment, catching your breath and savoring the afterglow. Jensen’s hands continued to caress your sides, his touch tender and loving. He pressed a few more soft kisses to your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“The way you come”, he mumbled against your ear, his voice filled with admiration and satisfaction, “it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”.

You chuckled breathlessly, holding on to his forearms to steady yourself. His body pressed tightly against yours. You could feel him still throbbing inside you, slowly growing soft again.

Jensen’s hands slid up to your shoulders, his touch gentle as he helped you stand more upright. “You okay?”, he asked.

You nodded, smiling back at him. “Yeah, I’m more than okay”, you replied, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

He kissed your forehead, a gesture that made your heart swell with affection. “Good”, he said softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up”.

He pulled away reluctantly, easing himself out of you with a soft groan. You both felt the loss of connection immediately, but the warmth and intimacy between you remained.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 17

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ONE MORE OCTOBER BIRTHDAY oh goodness. @starpros-sunshine happy early birthday!!! Ill be stuck in a no-wifi nature reserve on your birthday, so i thought it'd be best to wish you early. Thank you so much for keeping me updated with the fine news and for being you - you're such a sweetheart and you do quite literally remind me of a warm spot of sunlight! I hope this year goes wonderfully for you, my fellow fineP and friend 💛

And as a side note: i feel like you'd understand when i looked at eichi while drawing and thought to myself oh he needs to be swallowed by these clouds. ☁️ (ha,ha!) Happy birthday again 💙 - 🍽