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babejinxy · 2 months ago

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In love with you - part 2

Pairing: Powder x fem!reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, SMUT, kissing, fluff

Synopsis: Powder had been your best friend for years, the two of you met when she was running from the cops when she and her brothers broke into and blew up an apartment in Piltover and you helped them escape. What you never imagined, is that the love of your life was always right there in front of you…

A/N: This is a fic about Powder from the alternate universe, it has nothing to do with Jinx.

🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.

Part 1

💙 @brocoliisscared @bbybubbles @cattjull

Powder was in her workshop working on a project with Ekko when you walked in, making her stop working and look back, she smiled when she saw you. You walked past Ekko, giving him a quick hi, and went to your friend. “Working too hard?” you asked as you wiped a grease stain off her face. Powder felt her skin crawling at your touch near her mouth. “How about a break? Movies, sleepovers, braids on hair? What do you say, huh?”

Powder just couldn't say no to you, how could she? After all, you were her best friend and the person she secretly loved, all she wanted was to keep you close, if not in a romantic way, then she would still have you as her best friend and could simply look at you, dream about you, touch you even if in a subtle way, a friendly way... That's why she never revealed her feelings, she didn't want to lose you, above all you were her best friend, she needed you as a friend too. “Ok, you got me with the braids,” Powder joked. “How stupid of you,” you said with a laugh. “You’re the one who said baby.” You always ignored whatever flared up inside you every time she called you pet names because it shouldn’t mean anything.

“Movies?” Ekko’s voice echoed from the other side of the room, you looked at him, “I don’t want to miss this, can I go too?” You knew that what he really wanted was a chance for a second date with Powder and maybe she wanted that too, but she was just being proud. In reality, you couldn’t know the dissatisfaction she felt inside when you happily agreed to let him go with the two of you.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔

Powder was sitting on your bed watching you as you put on your makeup, Ekko was sitting in an armchair in the corner of your room flipping through a physics book he took from your shelf. You took advantage of the heat to wear a short dress that showed off your thighs and highlighted your curves. Powder tried not to look too much or at least be as discreet as possible, but it was getting harder and harder. You took your cherry lip gloss and applied it to your lips, pressing them together to spread the lip gloss. Powder looked away and took a deep breath. God, how she wanted to taste the cherry on your lips.

“Hey Pow Pow, can you tie my dress, please? The straps are loose,” you asked as you sprayed on your perfume. She approached you from behind and pulled the ties of your dress to undo the bow and then retied it again, tightening the ties tighter this time. Her fingers brushing against your skin made your skin shiver, she on the other hand, made a point of touching your soft skin. She always thought about what it would be like to undress you, those thoughts drove her crazy.

“I love the smell of your perfume, it’s so good,” she said finally, resting her hands on your waist and nuzzling your neck to smell you. This was much more intimate than a best friend’s affection, Ekko would have noticed if he hadn’t been too focused on your book. Moments like this weren’t uncommon between the two of you, it happened sometimes. You ignored the signs because Powder was your best friend and this was just her way of showing affection and if you thought otherwise, it was because you were too needy and you knew it. Powder was nothing more than a caring friend who liked to compliment and touch a little too much.

You smiled and put your hands in hers only to remove them from your waist. "You should wear it once in a while since you like it." You said, moving away from her and grabbing your bag. Powder laughed a little to herself, either you were playing dumb or you were simply a fucking dumbass and didn't understand her advances on you or maybe... maybe you just didn't notice it because you didn't want her like she wanted you and that specific thought always brought her back to reality, that she was an idiot in love with her best friend.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁

You arrived at the cinema and bought your tickets and popcorn. Powder as usual, bought a strawberry and cream milkshake. She sat in an armchair between you and Ekko. Of course he wanted the seat next to her. “When did this become a date between them and I was the third wheel?” You thought and laughed to yourself. “What are you laughing at?” Ekko asked, tilting his head to look at you. “Nothing,” you replied, pursing your lips. You looked at Powder and noticed that she was tense. You thought about making an excuse and leaving them alone, but you wanted to watch this movie too much for that.

The movie was about comic book heroes and the three of you shared this passion, so as soon as the movie started you were all very apprehensive and entertained. Or at least that's what you thought. You were the only one entertained by the movie, you only moved your hand to grab the popcorn and bring it to your mouth, your eyes never leaving the big screen. You didn't notice that Powder was looking much more at your legs, now very exposed by the dress that rode up when you sat down, she imagined herself between them. "Damn Powder, focus on the movie", she thought to herself. When she finally pushed her dirty thoughts away and focused on the movie, she felt Ekko's hand on hers and his gaze fixed on her. She understood what he was getting at and immediately pulled her hand away from his and kept her eyes on the movie. He snorted and adjusted in his seat to go back to watching the movie.

After a while, you rested your head on Powder's shoulders and your scent that she loved completely infested her and she had difficulty concentrating on the movie again. She wrapped her arms around your neck and you snuggled even closer to her. This gesture wasn't strange between you and not even to Ekko, he knew you were close and took it as a friendly gesture, just like you. Just like Powder knew it was, but wished it was something more.

You crossed your legs, making your short dress ride up even higher. This didn't go unnoticed by your friend and she tried to look away and focus on the movie, but it was too difficult, especially since your skin was crawling from the cold air conditioning in the movie theater. She thought she could make your skin crawl too. God, how she wanted you... She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt her insides aching. Was she really getting horny now?

Powder tried hard to change the focus of her thoughts, but it was very difficult with your breathing close to her neck, she looked at you and you were focused on the movie, she wanted to be able to hold your face and kiss you. What would you do if she did that? “I need to go to the bathroom,” she whispered and you pulled away from her. “The movie is almost over, are you going to miss the ending?” you asked in a whisper, but she shook her head.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁

When Powder reached the bathroom, she entered an empty stall and locked the door by leaning against it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to think about you too much, but it was too difficult and she needed to relieve herself.

She felt dirty every time she did this, but this was stronger than her. She closed the toilet lid and sat on it, she slipped her hand between her pants and panties and began to play with her own throbbing clit. She closed her eyes at the sensation and bit her lip to keep from moaning as she thrust two fingers inside herself. She sped up the pace of her fingers more and more as she thought about you, your smell, your damn short dress, your legs, she touched herself and imagined herself between them, eating you, fucking you with her fingers, just like she was fucking herself. Nothing would make her come stronger than that.

And then she thought about kissing you and tasting the cherry lip gloss on your lips while your pussy squeezed her fingers and that was when she came, cumming hard on her own fingers.

“Fuck,” she whispered when she was done, removing her fingers from her pants and wiping them with toilet paper. This wasn’t new to her, she’d touched herself plenty of times while thinking about you. But touching herself in a movie theater bathroom, that was new.

You were at the exit door of the cinema with Ekko waiting for Powder to return, the two of you were talking about the movie when she finally appeared. “What took you so long? You missed the end of the movie”, you said when she stopped next to you. “I don’t think milkshakes go with popcorn”, she said massaging her stomach.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁

After the movie, you guys went to Zaun and stopped at Vander's bar and ordered some not-too-strong drinks. Gert wasn't working the night shift that day, which Powder was grateful for, so she wouldn't have to see her flirting with you again.

However, Powder's joy didn't last long. Your hexphone vibrated on the table and she could read the message that Caitlyn, your ex-girlfriend, sent you,

"Hey sweetie, I miss u. I can't wait to see you again ❤️".

Powder never really liked any of the people you dated, but she tolerated them all. But with Cait it was different, she really couldn't stand her and never hid it and for some reason, Cait was the only girlfriend of yours who didn't like your best friend. Maybe she noticed something that the others didn't? You couldn't say, but the hatred between them was mutual and it only got worse when Cait cheated on you with Maddie, she always had a soft spot for younger girls.

You broke up with Cait as soon as you found out about her cheating on you and you were devastated by it. You saw her again two months after the breakup and didn't tell Powder because you knew she would get mad. Not that she was wrong, but you were too needy and afraid of breaking up alone, when in reality you just needed a little self-love.

“Y/n,” she practically screamed, “I can’t believe you’re dating her after everything she did to you.”

“Pow, I didn’t get back together with her, I only went out with her once after that and we text each other sometimes, we’re just…”

Powder sniffed and shook her head in disbelief, “Unbelievable,” she said softly before leaving the table, leaving you and Ekko alone. You looked at Ekko and before he could say anything, you went after Powder.

Ekko finally realized something that only you didn’t notice…

should I continue? 👇🏻👇🏻

merry christmas to all ❤️🎄

#arcane #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #jinx x y/n #powder x reader #lesbian #jinx league of legends #powder arcane #jinx #jinx x you #jinx x fem!reader #powder x jinx #arcane league of legends #arcane x reader #arcane x y/n #arcane x female reader #arcane x you

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hillaryisaboss · 2 years ago

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A film set to unwinnable expectations. Too “woke” for having Halle Bailey play Ariel; not “woke” enough because it is still a classic fairytale written by Hans Christian Andersen in 1837, where a princess falls in-love with a prince.

What I saw was a fabulous live-action adaptation. The acting & music is truly on-point.

Disney also added backstory to the Prince, which was very worthwhile storytelling. Visually, it was a stunning movie. The water effects on the hair are a sight-to-behold. And if you’ve seen Pirates of the Caribbean, it is that style/mood mixed with Disney magic & great songs.

Though the 2023 live-action will never be our cartoon imagination from childhood, the original film from 1989 will always be there for us to watch over-and-over again.

However, if you watch the other live-action Disney adaptations, this one truly is the best one by far. Some just want to hate it for whatever reason.

Halle Bailey did a phenomenal job as Ariel & I saw many African American kids in the audience at the theatre. Representation matters ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Go see The Little Mermaid!! It is the right film for the moment — a moment where Disney is being banned in Florida.

Sing & celebrate under the sea with this truly amazing film!! Go Halle Go!! Our Disney heroine 🧜🏾‍♀️

#hillary clinton #halle bailey #the little mermaid #little mermaid #disney

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saraaisfree · 15 days ago

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Hi, I seen your thinking of writing 🙂 and I wanted to send in a suggestion. A friend's to lovers troupe could be cute and he doesn't admit his feelings for the reader bc they are in a relationship but when the reader goes through a breakup, he comes over and comforts them and they end up talking where he confesses his feelings. Just an idea, feel free to write whatever! Can't wait to read it 🤍❤️💙

𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 || Kwon Ji-Yong/G-Dragon

Summary: After a bad break-up your bestfriend comes over to help you feel better. While emotions are high confessions are made.

(thank you for this suggestion i hope you will enjoy this)

G-Dragon, or as you've always known him, Kwon Ji-Yong, has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. From sharing lunches in kindergarten to late nights helping him write lyrics for his songs, the two of you have been inseparable. Even after his group hit it big, he never left you behind, always trying his best to be there for you no matter what happened.

It was a simple night alone in your apartment. You were waiting for Ji-Yong to finish his dance rehearsal, as you had a movie night planned together. While preparing something to eat, your phone pinged with a message:

“Hey Y/N, I don’t think this is working between us anymore, and quite frankly, I don’t want it to. Also, I found someone else.”

The text came as a shock. You and your boyfriend had been dating for almost a year, and everything seemed to be going so well. You were even considering moving in together soon.

Slowly, you made your way to the couch and began crying softly. Picking up your phone, you texted Ji-Yong: “I think we should cancel tonight. I’m not feeling very well, and I don’t want you to get sick.” It was obviously a lie—you just wanted to be alone.

“Hey, that’s never been a problem before. Did something happen?”

You read his reply but chose not to respond.

Half an hour later, your doorbell rang. Curious, you went to see who it was. There he stood—your best friend—with two takeout bags in his hands and a sad smile on his face.

“Can I please come in? You’ve never canceled on me just because you’re sick. I’m worried about you.”

You knew you couldn’t say no to him, so you let him in. After setting the bags on the table, he joined you on the couch.

“Tell me what happened, Y/N. Please,” he urged.

You didn’t respond verbally; instead, you showed him the text message. He read it a few times, his face darkening. Without saying a word, he wrapped you in his arms.

“He was a dickhead anyway,” he said, a slight edge of anger in his voice. “He didn’t deserve you at all.”

Ji-Yong had always known he liked you—no, he loved you. But by the time he felt ready to say anything, you had already grown too comfortable with him, and he was terrified of ruining your friendship.

He never liked your boyfriends, no matter how much he tried to seem supportive. The idea of another man hugging you, kissing you, waking up next to you—it tore him apart. He wanted to tell you how he felt, to shout it to the world, but he held himself back, afraid.

“I’m really disappointed, but not surprised,” you said softly. “He always said things like that when he was mad, but this? This seems final. I guess you’re right, Ji.” You leaned into him, cuddling closer.

Hearing you call him “Ji” made his heart race. The way it fell from your lips felt like a drug. He wanted to hear it every single day.

“You know I’m here for you, right? Always.”

“I know. Thank you.”

As you finally settled down and drifted off to sleep, Ji-Yong kissed your forehead and fell asleep beside you.

The next morning, you stirred awake in his arms. He pulled you back instinctively. “No, don’t leave yet,” he mumbled, still half asleep, before realizing what he’d said. “Oh, um, I’m sorry about that.”

You smiled. The two of you had cuddled a lot as kids, but as teenagers, it became a rare occurrence. It felt nice to be in his arms again.

“Y/N,” he began hesitantly, “I need to tell you something, and it’s really important. I… I really like you. I always have. If the feeling isn’t mutual, we can pretend I never said anything, but I can’t sit around watching you get hurt by guys who don’t deserve you. It kills me to see you like this. I just… I want a chance to treat you right, to show you that love doesn’t have to be this hard—”

You interrupted him by pressing your lips to his, then resting your forehead against his. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that” you whispered.

Without hesitation, he pulled you into a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring yours with a hunger he’d suppressed for years.

“I love you so much, L/N Y/N. I always have.”

“I love you too, Kwon Ji-Yong,” you replied.

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Yooo! First ever fic!! I hope you all like it!!

#g dragon x reader #gdragon #kwon jiyong x reader #kwon jiyong #big bang #kpop #top x reader #fanfic #fluff

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lolaandthens0me · 1 year ago

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It’s my one-year 24/7 anniversary!!!

🎉 whoop, whoop 🎉

Here are some of the lessons I’ve learned along my 365-day journey of becoming a full-fledged 24/7 diaper slut:

+ daytime vs. nighttime diapers - having a wide selection of different absorbency levels and types of diapers is helpful in maintaining comfort throughout the day.

+ have fun - keeping my interest piqued by buying whatever new diaper is out there and keeping my shelves stocked with old standbys and new, exciting dips alike has made me excited to reach for a change day-by-day.

+ ups and downs - some days I simply don’t feel like wearing. I’ve learned to give myself grace and compassion. Not wanting to wear some days is normal and totally OK. I know the tide will turn. By pushing through, I find a sense of pride, achievement, loyalty, and completion and it continued to be worth it month after month.

+ loss of control - no, I’m sorry to disappoint, not that loss of control. In going 24/7, I have not in any way become incontinent. What I have become is more fully engrained in a submissive lifestyle and that has become a richly rewarding, deeply meaningful part of my everyday. It delights me just as much today, if not moreso than it did a year ago, to give up control of my most fundamental choices.

+ convenience - if you are looking for a more convenient way of living, going 24/7 may not be the answer for you. At least until you get very, very used to it. I find that wearing 24/7 is more of an inconvenience most days. I have to plan my day, my outings, what to pack, what to wear all around my diapers. I admit though, it is nice to never have to leave the theater in the middle of a movie!

+ baby powder is my friend

+ NorthShore Supreme wipes are 100% worth it

+ I still delight in the feeling of peeing my pants every time

+ Daddy is simply the best - as much of a commitment of going 24/7 has been for me, I fully acknowledge and appreciate how much of a commitment it is for the other half of this 24/7 D/s dynamic. I cannot thank him enough for staying in this with me for a whole year. I love you, RY 💙

+ I don’t know what the next 365 days will bring, but I do know that I feel proud and happy looking back at the last 365.

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yurmomsawh0r · 2 years ago

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•°His Perfect Little Wife °• - p2

You and Nanami’s relationship has been a little difficult during your pregnancy and one turn of events has you ready to divorce him. But Nanami would never let you leave. You were his wife and he’d never let you go.

@delightfulmoonbanana @i-killed-a-prostutute @muzanswaifu @ebonydumbslut

Sorry it took super long! I’m pregnant with a toddler and it’s super hard to have energy to write anything, but I’m definitely coming back on here because YALL, I have soooo many ideas in my notes for tumblr and oof I can’t wait to drop them! But I hope you enjoy part 2 it’s different from part 1 because I kinda had to make it a small story but anyways enjoy 😊 💙

Prompt idea by @ebonydumbslut

“ I’m literally fina write a whole plot feel free to just take parts from it but I’m thinking For his perfect wife maybe yandere and Angst like since y/n pregnant she hasn’t been at her best with waking up on time doing things for her husband hasn’t felt like having sex so her husband hires a maid and y/n can tell that she is trying to take her husband away being to Close and saying things like “ofc I will make you food if you were my husband with how hard you work I would make sure you didn’t even have to ask he doesn’t see it but y/n does he’s also been a little distant and hasn’t been able to see her much because when he comes home y/Ns sleep y/n know this and stays up untill he’s home and by the time she gets all pretty for him she walks down stairs to see her husband and the made doing something that looks inappropriate (yk how In the movies someone walks in at the wrong time and it looks wrong) anyways she runs to her room and he goes after her to tell her it’s not what it looks like and y/n is getting ready to go to her moms house or something she tells him that he can have the maid and she’s going to leave and this is we’re the yandere starts he tells her she can’t and what about there baby and whatever else you want he makes y/n feel bad and she stays then he shows her how much he loves her by yk having sex’s loud to the maid hears everything while there having sex he tells her how she knows that she can’t leave because she needs him she’s to much of a dumb slut to do anything without him all she’s good at is being his perfect little wife y/n falls into this brain washing and promises she will never leave and that she’s his and will always be you could also put some fluff in there sorry for how long this is I Basically could have made the book for you😭”

CW - Yandere-ish, Manipulation, mentions of cheating, pregnant reader, penetration, pregnant sex, cursing, pet names, mentions of a divorce

Part 1 here

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Nanami was frustrated to say the least. Between working extra hard and keeping your need’s satisfied, he definitely had his hands full. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he typed away on his computer. It was going on another late night and he had many things to get done. It always felt like he’d never have another second for himself or for you.

A knock on the door had an oh - so, very tired Nanami shifting in irritation. “What?” Came his groggy, stress filled voice. A subordinate of his walks through the door. A file in his hand. “Sorry sir. I just wanted to drop off my report you requested.”

“Place it in the black tray.”

The man did what he was told, quickly placing it in the tray and making his way out of the office.

Nanami glanced at the clock and seen that is was going on 1 am in the morning, making a sigh leave him. He knew you’d be in bed by now. You both couldn’t seem to catch a break. Nanami thought about the conversation you both had about hiring a housekeeper. You were about 4 months pregnant and you’ve grown quite a lot. It was getting hard for you to keep up your regular routine.

Nanami has even taken it upon himself to be home more to help out, but it was definitely putting him back, which resulted in him having many late nights and causing him to be way more irritated than normal. Anytime you both found a moment to yourselves, you would be to tired to do anything. You slept way more than you normally would these days, which he didn’t mind. It wasn’t your fault you ended up pregnant.

It was decided, he would take it upon himself and hire a housekeeper as soon as possible once he was able to cut back his work load.

~*~

It’s been about 3 weeks since the new maid started working for you both. She had tremendously been a big help around the house keeping things tidy and organized. Although you’ve had more help around the house, you still haven’t been able to see your husband for a while. The times you both did run into each other, he would always seem irritated with you. You knew work has been hard since he’s been catching up, so you decided to suck it up and do the things he normally liked.

“Oh! I see you cooked dinner Martha!” You honestly weren’t surprised. The past week she had been taking over in the kitchen before you even had a chance. “It was no problem. I understand that you’ve been tired lately.”

Although that was true, you usually pushed yourself to cook dinner for your husband but you haven’t been able to because she always did. It kind of bothered you, but you decided to try and be grateful for all the help.

“Well thank you, I can prepare the plates for dinner, as well as Nanami’s lunch for tomorrow. You can take the rest of the day off.”

“Oh no need ma’am. I already prepared his lunch as well as his plate for dinner.” She spoke. This was another thing that bothered you. She always took it upon herself to do more than she needed. You even seen that she left a note on his lunch one time. It was a small “Have a great day at work.” But you felt as though she crossed a boundary. This was your husband, not hers. Leaving notes wasn’t in her job description.

Before you could say anything else, the front door opened and in walked your husband. You went to greet him as usual. Helping him remove his coat and hanging it up for him. “Hi honey! How was work.”

He only grunted. “It was work.” Was all he said and brushed passed you, not a single glance your way. Not even a small forehead kiss as he usually did. An ache in your heart throbbed through your body.

In the kitchen, you could hear Martha speaking to him. As you went to peak, you seen her placing his plate in front of him and pouring him a glass of wine.

You couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt you to see the small act, but it did. Your own sensitive emotions plus being pregnant didn’t help, the tears started to flow. You turned on your heels and made your way to your shared bedroom skipping dinner that night.

Weeks had passed and still nothing had changed, well except you did. You weren’t yourself. You had completely stop doing your house work and just left it to the maid since, she took it upon herself to do everything. So you just rested in bed most of your days falling asleep when ever he felt like it.

You haven’t seen your husband for most days. By the time he came home you were already in bed passed out.

Martha had also been getting a little too close to your husband for your liking but Nanami didn’t seem to care to stop her advances so you assumed that maybe your were making things up, but you couldn’t help but think about all the little smart remarks she took it upon herself to say.

“Wow, you’re such a hard working man, if you were my husband I’d be sure to reward you everyday.”

“Would you like me to give you a massage sir?”

Maybe she was being nice? Maybe you were reading into it a little too hard. Either way Nanami didn’t seem to mind her forwardness so maybe you shouldn’t either.

Having enough of your pity party, you finally decided that it was time to put an effort in getting your husband’s attention again.

That night you got yourself all clean and dolled up in one of his favorite lingerie pieces and one of his t-shirts. He loved seeing you in his clothing. He always told you it made him feel like the best man in the world seeing his woman comfortable in his attire. It was almost 1 in the morning, the usual time he had gotten home. You had waited all night, despite being so tired, to see him. Lights shown through the curtains and the sound of a motor vehicle pulling into the drive way shook away any traces of sleep you had in you.

This was it! Tonight’s the night you and your husband rekindled.

~*~

Nanami walked through the door tired as ever. He was finally done with playing catch up and attending hour long business meetings for the month. He’s finally be able to catch a break. He felt as though he had be in a trans working and powering through his long streak, and finally he would be able to settle down for a while.

He made his way to the kitchen to look for something to eat. I was a little after 1 so he knew you’d be sleeping.

When he entered the kitchen, he was surprised to see Martha standing there in nothing but a small tank top and shorts to short for her size.

“Oh! Nanami, I didn’t think you’d be home just yet. Are you hungry?” Nanami only grunted and moved passed her and headed towards the fridge.

“Would you like wine with your meal sir?” The sultry tone of her voice rung in his ears. He eyed her suspiciously for a moment before shrugging it off. “No thank you, not tonight.”

He told her with a monotonous tone. He grabbed his plate that was left in the fridge and placed it in the microwave to warm.

“Alright, I’ll just put this back then.” She had a smile on her face as she strut her way towards the wine holder that was just behind where Nanami was standing.

Just inches away from him, she had stumbled, almost dropping the bottle in the process. Nanami kept forward, grasping her in his arms just as he was able to fall, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck as if they were lovers about to ignite in a night of passion.

She giggled, pulling him closer. “I’m sorry, I’m such a klutz! It’s a good thing a big strong man like you were here to catch me! You’re just like a knight in shinning armor. And my knight deserves a kiss for saving me.”

As she tried pulling him closer, Nanami started to pull away, but it was too late. A small gasp had them both frozen.

“Oh! My lady! I didn’t think you’d be up.”

There you stood from your stop in the kitchen, watching as your maid and husband were about to share such a passionate kiss. It brought tears to your eyes seeing how good they looked together.

You knew you hadn’t been up to par in taking care of yourself as well as him, but you didn’t think he’d cheat on you for such a small inconvenience.

“Wait! Y/n-“ He called out to you but you just turned and ran to your bedroom to grab everything you needed to leave.

Nanami dropped Martha letting her fall to the floor leaving her in pain as he chased after you.

Once he made it to your shared room, he saw that you were packing a suit case with everything valuable and important to you.

“It’s not what it looked like y/n” he tries to reason with you but you didn’t listen. “I don’t care Nami, it’s not like I haven’t noticed we haven’t been the same in a while. Especially since she got here.”

“What do you mean? I know I’ve been busy, but I’d never do something like that to you. I love you.”

“You don’t love me. If you did you wouldn’t have been all up on her. But it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m done.”

This caused Nanami to freeze. His voice dropped, a menacing tone sounded in his voice. “What do you mean you’re done?”

It sent a chill up your spine but you remained strong. “It means I’m done. I want a divorce. I can’t do this anymore. My own husband doesn’t even want to look at me, let alone act like I exist.”

You finished packing whatever you could and zipped it up, but Nanami was faster than you. He grabbed your luggage and threw it aside, shattering your vanity. “What is your problem! I don’t understand why you are so upset. Go be with your fucking mistress!” You yelled.

“I’m fucking upset because my wife is trying to leave me over a misunderstanding!” He cornered you. His pupils dark and expression angry. It was look you never wanted towards you.

He broke out into a laugh that boomed into the room. “You can’t fucking leave me y/n. You can’t break up our perfect little family that’s just getting started.” His hands slid up the sides of your waist pulling you closer to him.

“I take good care of you and I always will. No matter what. You are mine and I’d never let you go. I need you here with me little one. I don’t know what I’d do if you decided to break up our perfect little life.”

A flood of memories flew through your head. Even images of the future that you thought were to come. You felt a little guilty for trying to leave instead of making things work, but you couldn’t help but think about him being with another woman.

“How long have you been messing with Martha.”

Rage sparked in his eyes as he punched a hole in the wall by your head making your scream. He gripped your chin tightly and forced you to meet his gaze.

“I’ve never touched that fucking woman! She fell and I caught her, nothing more. Do you understand?” When you didn’t respond, he sighed.

“My love. My perfect little bunny, must I show you just how much you mean to me? Shall I show you that nobody can make you feel the things you do for me? Hmm? Must I show you one of the many reason that you love me?”

“Must I remind you who you belong too!?”

~*~

You couldn’t think straight. You really couldn’t think at all. The only thing filling your senses was your husbands dick penetrating you so hard and deep. Your face was wet with tears and saliva that pooled onto the pillow as he drilled into you from behind.

“Ahh, you feel so good little one.” He grunted in your ear. Nanami gripped your neck and pounded deliciously into you. The feeling of your juices getting him going.

It had been too long since you both last had sex and he was going to make it last as long as possible.

“And you’d thought I’d let you leave? With my baby in your womb? You’d thought I’d let another man have you? No, I’d kill anyone who thought they would have a chance.”

Your body shook as another orgasm ripped through you, but he didn’t let up, he just fucked you harder through it. “P-please Nami!”

But your please fell on deaf ears. “No, not until you learn that you can never leave me. You’re mine y/n. You’re nothing but my little dumb slut, my perfect little wife.” He licked up your tears grinding deeper into you.

“Say it! Say that your mine and that you will never leave me! Say that you’ll stay and be my perfect little housewife forever.”

You could feel him going deeper and deeper, skin slapping against each other in perfect rhythm. It was too much, you couldn’t even get a word out. You were moaning so loud and the bed was banging against the wall you were sure it would break. You were also sure Martha could hear everything.

“I’m waiting my little bunny.” Nanami’s voice warmed you. You gushed around his cock even more at his power over you.

He was dominating you. Showing you that you were indeed his. Nobody would make your body feel the way he did. Nobody ever could.

Just as another orgasm ripped through you, you wailed “y-yessss Naaamiiii, yessss i-im yours!”

“You’re my what?” He pressed his shaft into the opening of your cervix making you yelp. “IM YOUR DUMB SLUT DADDY!”

He moaned as he felt you squirt on him. Your essence pooling on the sheets. “Uhhh, that’s it! Let daddy have it all!”

His thrust started to get choppy as he reached his own peak. Spilling all of himself into you. Telling you how much he loved you. How he would never let you go. Ever.

As you both came down, he pulled you into his arms, gently caressing your face and smothering you with gentle kisses. You were exhausted. Falling in and out of sleep with a dazed but satisfied look on your face.

“Fire her.” Was all you could muster up. Nanami laughed and kissed your soft lips.

“Your wish is my command my lady. It always will be.”

You both laid there in each others embraces.

“But don’t think I’m done with you my love. You have awoken a part of me by just telling me your going to leave me. I need to make sure that never happens again.”

His perfect little wife, forever and always.

#smut #anime smut #mature themes #jjk angst #nanami smut #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #toxic relationship #angst #yandere #y/n #part two is finally done ✅#jjk #just read #jjk x y/n

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finelinevogue · 4 months ago

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Heyyy, would absolutely love Kit Connor with either 3, 17 or 19 💙💙

hiii!! of course <3 going to do 3 & 19 if that’s okay!

are you doing okay?

summary - you’re finding university hard without kit there

pairing - kit connor x uni!reader

🍂🌝🍄‍🟫🍂🌝🍄‍🟫🍂🌝🍄‍🟫🍂🌝🍄‍🟫🍂🌝🍄‍🟫🍂🌝🍄‍🟫

No one told you how lonely university could be.

If you didn’t have an extroverted personality and you found yourself to be socially awkward, it was like trying to fit a square through a circle when it came to making new friends.

Your flatmates were major club goers, whereas you preferred the company of a cup of tea and a comforting novel. It didn’t make you boring, but apparently it was enough to put your flatmates off.

Now you no longer got invites when they went out.

Just like tonight.

You were tucked in your single bed in your small room, flicking on the warm fairy lights and preparing your bedtime reading session.

“Let’s get fuuuucked!”

You heard whipped around to your closed door to hear Ben, one of your five flatmates, yell down the corridor as the group of them made their way out.

It wasn’t like you were a really anxious person but university had definitely brought it out of you more.

“Gonna get so drunk, mate.” That was Felix’s voice, cheering with Ben down the corridor no doubt.

You walked to your door and peered out the little peep-hole.

Just as you did, the girls walked past - Alice, Jenna and Maeve. They were nice enough, but they never tried to encourage you to join in more. They never suggested a cosy movie night in. They were as outgoing as the boys.

They looked really pretty, too.

You gulped sadly, keeping the tears at bay as you watched them walk by. You wished you were half as pretty as them. You hated having low self esteem, but sometimes it was hard.

Before your brain could turn against you, you walked to your phone and texted the one person who could help you stop feeling so blue.

To Kit <3 : hey xx

To Kit <3 : are you up? no worries if not xx

You breathed out a heavy breath, sitting back on your bed and tucking yourself under the covers. The more comfortable you were, the more likely you were to feel calmer and warmer.

Before you could open your book you phone pinged.

From Kit <3 : Hey, I’m here xx

You bit your lip, your foot twitching beneath the sheets as you tried to decide what to tell him - how much to tell him.

It took you too long to decide what to text back because the next thing you knew, Kit was face-timing you.

You declined quickly.

From Kit <3 : ????

To Kit <3 : sorry :/ xx

From Kit <3 : What’s up? Did you mean to not answer? xx

To Kit <3 : yeah

To Kit <3 : i don’t wanna disturb you

To Kit <3 : i’m not feeling too good but it’ll be fine

From Kit <3 : Answer the FT pls xx

From Kit <3 : Need to virtually kiss your forehead <3

This time when your phone rang for face-time, you picked up.

“Hello, you.” Kit smiled when you picked up.

You blushed at how he looked at you. People often teased that Kit looks at you like the sun shines upon the moon. Bright. Hopeful. Happy.

“Hi.” You smiled back.

Kit was sitting outside a house, wrapped in a Carhartt jacket and basking in the soft glow of the kitchen light shining through the window.

“Are you ok–.”

“Where are you?” Your eyebrows furrowed, not quite remembering where he said he was going today.

“I’m at Joe’s. It’s a little movie night with the guys.”

“Oh. Kit, you need to….”

“Stay here with you until you allow me to help you through whatever’s on your mind, m’love.” He looked at you with concern through the screen.

You tilted your phone camera to the ceiling so you could breathe out and catch a few tears falling down your cheeks.

This was so silly.

You felt so silly.

Getting upset that your boyfriend is spending time with you shouldn’t be happening, but with past relationships completely knocking any self-confidence you had built it was difficult to accept that Kit wasn’t going anywhere. He was here for anything and everything.

It was something you two were really focused on working on together. You were getting better but days like today - where you were feeling extra low - it was a little harder.

“Hey, hey. Where’d you go? Y/N/N?”

You put your phone down, pulling your sleeves over your hands and wiping your eyes. “Fuck.” You muttered to yourself.

“Y/N/N?”

“I’m still here.”

“Okay. So am I.” He reassured you and it made you want to cry all over again.

You didn’t want to continue to be a burden so you picked your phone back up and tried your best to smile.

You both sat staring at each other for a moment, neither one of you saying anything. You didn’t need to. You were lucky that you both had mastered the art of understanding what the other was feeling by looking at each others eyes.

Kit was letting you know that he knew something was wrong but he wasn’t going to force you to talk about it until you were ready.

You were letting him know that you really loved him but were far too scared to actually admit it yet.

“I have really missed you.” You whispered.

“Y/N/N… You’re breaking my heart here.” Kit sniffled, trying to refrain from getting upset himself. “I really miss you too.”

“I didn’t have a good day.”

“Mhm.” Kit made a point to just listen and not interrupt you.

“My flatmates were kind of shitty again. Just miss you. A lot. Know a boyfriend hug would fix everything.”

Kit laughed at that. “Yeah. A girlfriend hug would boost me too.”

“You look really good, by the way.”

As he always did.

“Oi, stop flirting with me. I’m already yours.”

“Oh piss off, you dork.” You rolled your eyes but you knew he was just teasing you to try and make you smile.

So you gave him a smile and he instantly reacted with his own smile.

“Wanna talk about it?” Kit asked, wondering whether to bring the conversation back to the tough topic at hand.

You shook your head.

Yes; today had been shit, but in the past five minutes since you started speaking to Kit you have felt better than ever. You feel happy and more at ease with yourself and where you are.

“Just talk to me, please.”

“What would you like me to talk about?” He got himself comfortable on the outside furniture, having no intention on returning inside until he was satisfied that the smile on your face was real.

#kit connor #kit connor fic #kit connor x reader #kit connor fanfic #kit connor x uni!reader #kit connor fic rec #kit connor heartstopper

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loveandleases · 4 months ago

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I just realize I never sent in a spooky ask 🎃 And yes, I'm also making this a bit of a horny thing-

Okay, say MC has been a bit of a scaredy cat with horror movies. Easily jumpscared, squeaking at each creepy creak in the dead of night, jumping like a frightened cat with its back haunched up from a sudden surprise from behind, etc.

And say the ROs have known MC is always like this. So MC is easily scared of horror movies, no big deal........

Then they discover MC's aroused from fear somehow. Like the suspension bridge effect? Maybe it's mingling fear and arousal for MC, just an unexpected response or the fact MC somehow finds the killers hot (Jason Voorhes, Michael Myers, etc).

How would the ROs feel upon discovering this tidbit? (And who would, and could, pull off a killer costume to try and seduce MC into a little roleplay? XD)

HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE 🤣 (AND TAKE UR TIME WITH IT!)

The smut gods have smiled upon me! Did I miss your birthday yet? I know it's this month! So happy early/belated birthday!!!

It's the perfect time honestly.

❤️Cam - It's like he can finally see the light. He has been gifted something utterly profound. Do you mean to say all the times they've spent in his old room next to one another watching shit…that could have that effect on MC? Oh..this could be dangerous in the wrong hands…and those hands are Cam's.

He'll do a little recon. Which one does MC find the hottest, is it Jason's biceps? The voice of Ghostface, which partly works for them? …How about Pyramid Head? Cam is almost positive he can pull off that outfit. Ya know what doesn't matter. He will try it all in one go.

He's going to use this knowledge on a date night, let MC think they're home alone when he sneaks up behind them, and maybe play a little game of cat and mouse. Just the sight of MC being on edge in more than one way would be enough to have him fold, but he'll make sure MC is satisfied first.

💙 G - They have to sit with it and let the idea digest. Then they would begin making a list because G is just like that. They would write down which killer MC prefers, and determine what characteristics it could be. G would then even go so far as to rank which ones they like.

They would "unwillingly" (very willing don't let them lie) don a costume, they'll attempt it…just this once. It would be awkward because G tries to remain in character, but that gets forgotten about halfway through.

They would understand the idea of finding someone dangerous hot, because when they would argue with MC back in the day…they had the same thought. "MC could kick my ass…hot."

MC should try it out on G, would probably work.

💚 Kara - Thinks it is adorable. Would tease MC about their little crush on the killer, Kara will use this knowledge against MC. Easily.

She'll get consent from MC first and foremost. (Consent is sexy!)

So, the next time MC thinks Kara is going to be her dommy self in the bedroom, they're not wrong. But Kara will kick it up a notch and will spend far too much money on costumes and props.

💛M - Wait...really? You're not yanking my chain or whatever right?

MC: No. I'm serious.

M chews their lip for a solid minute, debating what to say before deciding the best course of action is shoving a pillow in front of their face and telling MC they too think they can be hot.

M would love to roleplay with MC....but M is just a little bit skittish. They love horror but they would get to scared and all that hard work to get them in the mood would be lost in an instant. They would buy the costumes in vain...but maybe next Halloween they can dress up? M will be so sad about not being able to fulfill that fantasy.

💜Isaac - On the one hand, they would think it's hot that MC is turned on by it. It's unexpected, and they like their partner being turned on. Plus, Isaac could really pull the costume off. But they do better say, as an Incubus than as Michael Myers. They wouldn't attempt it, but they would attempt some form of roleplay.

🖤 Ardent - "You're such a little weirdo." He shakes his head, he doesn't understand why he's surprised because you're into him, and he's aware he can be scary. Wait...wait no....is that? Fuck. "Is that why you're into me!?"

MC rolls their eyes, they tell him no...but that slight curl of their lip says otherwise.

He will want to think it doesn't get to him, that the idea of him dressing up as some villain wouldn't do something for you. He's not putting it on because he thinks it will work, he needs a costume for Halloween! He's not walking in the hallway with the lights off sneaking up behind you, he's getting into character! Listen, he's just wearing the costume to break it in. Like new shoes!

"Ohh, why Mr. Villain, is that a weapon in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" MC quips, wiggling their backside against Ardent.

"That's my phone!"

"Really? Yeah, guess you're right. It does feel bigger."

"You brat! That's my..."

"What? Say it. Come on big bad Ardent. What's that?"

Ardent stomps down the hall toward the bedroom, pulling MC behind him. "Shut up and come on."

#love and leases #loveandleases #cam #g #m #kara #isaac #ardent #i just liked fucking with ardent idk what happened there

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 1 year ago

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Can I request more 2012? I really like your table tease story with Donnie BTW! My request is what do you think would be good turn ons and turn offs for the 2012 turtles.

Turn Ons and Turn Offs (18+)

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: Of course you can!💚 And I’m happy that you liked it😘💜 These focuses mainly on the spicy stuff, but there’s also some general relationship aspects in there. As you know, not all turn ons has to be strictly sexual💙❤️ 💜🧡 (Btw, thought you all should know I wrote this while listening to Shady Lady by Ani Lorak).

All characters are aged up.

Warning: Talk about sex, and possible break ups. And spelling. My head did a upsi every once in a while.

Leonardo:

Turn Ons:

Your admiration for his leadership skills is evident, and Leonardo is drawn to your determination to better yourself, just like he always tries to better himself. He finds your disciplined nature and eagerness appealing, often finding himself lost in admiration as you dive into whatever you’re passionate about.

Your respect for tradition and loyalty to your friends resonates with his own values. Your ideas of a relationship matches up with his, and both of you found that you had the same goals for your love lives.

When you let him geek out and take an interest in his sci fi series, board games and martial art rants. It made him weak in the knees to have you sit next to him, listening intently to all his words.

Leo likes to view himself as an independent leader with a mind of steel, making the decisions and leading the flock. But, he did like it ALOT when you took control in the bedroom. It gave him a change to relax, and, well, you looked hot as fuck on top of him.

But as much as Leo LOVED it when you took control during intimate times, it made him feel like a true man and a real leader, whenever you looked to him for protection or help. It made you look so small and cute, and he could just eat you on the spot.

Training you. More than once a small training session between you and Leo had turned into a heated makeout.

Calling him Sensei. Leo will lose his shit and become dominant very quickly.

Your eyes. Leo loves to watch your eyes during sex. Both of you made a big deal out of looking into each other’s eyes during your climax.

Teasing. Him or you? It didn't matter. Leo just had a thing for teasing and foreplay, finding it amazing the longer it lasts.

Turn Offs:

If you did not understand his role as a leader and what it meant to him, Leonardo was OFF. Leo is committed to his given role, and he can become frustrated if he senses any disrespect towards their mission or disregard for his orders. That same goes for his partner, if they decided not to see how important it is for Leo.

He values structure and organization, so if you're too spontaneous or disregard the importance of training and preparation, it might put a strain on your relationship. It’s not that Leo doesn’t like a few spontaneous things, but he has a daily routine that he needs to follow.

Leo doesn’t like it when it gets too messy in the bedroom. Sure, he can get into the kinky stuff, and bodily fluids tend to get involved, but it has to be easy to clean. So it’s a big no when it comes to bringing food into the bedroom. Maybe something to drink so you can keep going, but other than a few snacks for movies, no food.

Degradation. Leo likes it when you call each other things; good boy, good girl, Sensei, slut has even been used, but he will never talk down to you. He’s not against talking about how much one of you was loving it, but peeling each other apart with words. Never ask or expect him to call you dumb, stupid or something worse, because he won’t do it.

If you bleed, either from a bite or Leo being a little too rough with you, he shuts the whole thing down. You can say you liked it, but Leo wasn’t having it. Blood meant pain, typically a pain that was way stronger than any pleasure. Leo did not like it, fearing that he was hurting you too much.

Raphael:

Turn Ons:

Your fiery spirit and unwavering determination catch Raphael's attention from the start. He's drawn to your confidence and independence, finding your willingness to stand up for what you believe in incredibly attractive.

Raphael appreciates your straightforwardness and isn't afraid to engage in some friendly banter and teasing with you, loving the challenge you present. Nothing could get Rapg in the mood, like when you returned his comment with an even fiery one, continuing back and forth until one was the ultimate winner. That winner tended to be the dominant one that night (even though Raph tended to take that role from you very quickly), or some very hot brat taming.

Just like playful banter, playful fighting could rail Raph up so easily, trying his best to keep you pinned to the ground. He found it adorable to watch you struggle against him, and at times he would let you think you had the upper hand, before he pushed you to the ground, smiling mischievously at you, your flustered expression keeping him going every time.

Rough sex is his favorite kind. Though he would never try to intentionally hurt you, he did have a thing for hearing you whimper and plead for him, often turning into a whole game of dirty talk.

Begging has Raph spinning. He could lose his mind, just to the sound of your begging. However, if you really want him to enjoy it, don’t beg straight away. Make him fight for it. That’s the most fun part.

This man LOVES spanking. It is the sound, and the way your flesh jiggles afterwards, and the reddening of your skin, almost matching the color of his bandana. Raph loves watching your ass turn red during doggy style, calling it proof that he has been the one doing this to you.

Sex outside the bedroom? This man will do it anywhere with you. All you have to do is ask, and he will do it.

Turn Offs:

While Raphael admires your independence, he can become frustrated if he feels like you're shutting him out or keeping secrets. He values honesty and loyalty above all else, so if he senses any deceit or manipulation, it could lead to some serious clashes between you two. He can easily become insecure, overthinking very quickly, and make up ideas in his head, based on things you once said. Just talk to him, it makes everything easier.

Raph’s not a fan of overly clingy behavior and needs his space to process his emotions. That does not mean that he doesn’t want you around, but sometimes, when he’s mad at his brothers, he just needs to punch a punching bag first, before he tells you what's going on.

Raph loves to choke you doing sex, but if you choke him, he will pull away. Make sure he’s okay with it before you do it, otherwise he will start gaining some real trust issues when it comes to your intimate activities. He may be open for it one day, but he NEEDS to know it before you get down and dirty.

Stay. AWAY. From. His. ASS. No finger, no nothing. He ain’t doing it. Nope. Nuh-uh. Your butt, hell yeah! But his butt? FORGET IT.

His tail too! Ask first, otherwise, he will get aggressive or just walk away.

If you as much as joke about getting down with one of his brothers, his done. Leave. Raph is a pretty insecure guy, so a small joke can easily break him. Don’t do that to the poor guy. He’s trying his best.

You can get your ass spanked and your throat used and choked, but he will never make you bleed. He wants you to enjoy it just as much as him, so as soon as you tell him you don’t like it, he will stop. He will shut the whole thing down, even if you protest, deciding to spend the time cuddling instead.

As much as Raph loves to do nasty things with you, don’t you dare tell anybody. It’s not because he doesn’t want people to know that you two are intimate, but he just doesn't want people all up in his and your very personal business.

Donatello:

Turn Ons:

Donatello is captivated by your intellect and curiosity, often finding himself engrossed in deep conversations with you about science, technology, and the mysteries of the universe.

He's drawn to your creativity and innovative thinking, appreciating your unique perspective on the world. Your passion for learning and exploring new ideas resonates with his own interests, creating a strong intellectual connection between you two.

Donnie is a BIG fan of phone sex. Masturbation together over the phone or sexting when you couldn’t be together. He loved it all. If you’re in the mood, just send him a pic and he is ready. He can fix whatever he was working on another time.

He has a thing for seeing you in his color. A purple shirt, or maybe even surprise him with purple underwear, and he will be ON. Sometimes he will even let you wear his bandana, maybe even wrapping it around you during sex. He just loved the sight.

Donnie LOVES dirty talk. All of it. He can be so sweet and caring on any other occasion, but during sex, he can talk so nasty to you, making you wonder where all that came from. But in truth, he had always been like that. It just took a person he trusted to bring it out of him.

Neither you or Donnie have a set role when it comes to sex. You feel like being submissive? Sure, then he’ll dominate you until your world starts shaking. Or let’s say that you feel like dominating, Donnie will happily be submissive, begging and pleading for you.

Let him watch you. Please! He finds it so hot!

Your purple genius turtle likes to try out news in the bedroom. He has a very open mind when it comes to your sex life, and will pretty much try anything you bring up, and things that has been thinking about for some time.

Turn Offs:

Donnie doesn’t have a lot of sexual turn offs, most of them having something to do with the maintenance of a relationship. But he will NEVER do anything you don’t want him to! Never ever! If you don’t want to, he will throw the idea away, prioritizing your comfort way more.

Donnie values honesty and transparency in a relationship, so if he feels like you're hiding something or being evasive, it can cause some tension between you two.

When it comes to relationships, he's also not a fan of recklessness or impulsiveness, preferring to carefully analyze situations before taking action. He wants to talk to you first, going through all the pros and cons, making sure that both of you are on the same page, and that nothing is left in the unknown. If you disregard safety protocols or act without thinking things through, it could lead to some disagreements.

Donnie is not always available, even though he really wants to be. Since he’s the only one that knows how to fix a toaster, his help is often needed in the lair. Therefore it would really discourage him in the long run, if you didn’t come down to visit him.

Cut him off during his long rambles about the newest thing he was working on, or show a general lack of interest in his work, and Donnie will quickly find himself rethinking the entire relationship. It’s not a lot he’s asking for, and his trying his best to make space for you in his life, so if you can’t give him that, is it even worth it?

Break some of his work on purpose, and he will feel like you have betrayed him.

Michelangelo:

Turn Ons:

Your fun-loving nature and sense of humor immediately click with Mikey's laid-back personality. He's drawn to your adventurous spirit and willingness to join him on spontaneous escapades around the city. Mikey loves your positive attitude and ability to find joy in the simplest of things, often finding himself laughing and smiling more when you're around.

There’s many ways to get Mikey in the mood, one of the easiest ones being just telling him. Whisper in his ear and tell him you’re in the mood, and you’ll find that he too will be in the mood. It doesn’t take much more than that.

Something as simple as cuddling could get him going. Hug him in a certain way that reminded him of how you would press yourself against him, and his mind would go wandering until he couldn’t contain his excitement anymore.

Dress up in something revealing, and Mikey will not be able to keep his hands from himself. Especially something that puts focus on your chest. It will definitely help with this boob man.

There’s no way around it, but Mikey will bring food into the bedroom, and he will find a way to involve it in your acts. Licking syrup off of each other, or maybe eating ice cream from your chest. If Mikey can think of it, he will do it.

Mikey genuinely wants sex to be fun and enjoyable for both of you. It is a light hearted and pleasurable affair, and he will not see any reason to stop before you and him are satisfied… for the time being.

Sneaking around in the lair and in the city above can also really get him going. Mikey can’t help it. The thought of getting caught did some very interesting things to him.

Does Mikey like to be a little submissive sometimes? Yes, yes he does.

Roleplay? YES! This man LOVES it! Anything creative in the bedroom and he is hooked!

Turn Offs:

Mikey is not a fan of negativity or pessimism, preferring to surround himself with positivity and optimism. He understands that not everything is a dance on roses, but if you continuously point out the negative, he can find himself growing quite bored or maybe even tired of the relationship.

If there is one thing Mikey can’t stand, it is when he is forced to put a damper on his imagination and creativity. Tell him no to a good roleplay one too many times, and he will become quite agitated.

Mikey understands that sometimes life gets serious, he does not like it when his sex life has to be serious too. Mikey is not against intense intimacy with eye contact and all that, but let him have fun dammit! Can’t he have fun, then what is the purpose?!

Stick to one position for too long, and Mikey will get bored. And once Mikey is bored, the mood is gone. Keep it interesting, listen to his suggestions and have fun.

Keep Mikey stuck in the bedroom for too long, and he will - you guessed it - get bored. If you won’t sneak around with him, he will feel utterly lost in boredom. It takes a lot to make Mikey rethink a whole relationship, but with everything combined, he may be getting close to that point.

And the worst of them all. Probably the one he would put as the base for a break up; make him feel or call him childish. Now, Mikey wouldn’t care if his brothers called you and Mikey immature and childish, but if you called him that, along with sucking all the fun out of his life, Mikey would call it quits. He wants to have fun with his partner, and if his partner refused to do that, he wouldn’t want to be with them.

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lazypanartist · 5 months ago

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HELLO i fucking LOVE ur stobotnik and their kid series!!! its what initially got me to watching the movies and into the sonic franchise as a whole!!! can i request a stobotnik and their kid whos sort of like maria.... like they genuinely love the world and humanity despite (ahem) everything Ivo says. Maybe add in a sprinkle of shadow who sees reader and is taken aback by how similar they are to maria, and now stone + ivo has to deal with their kid having a new guard dog/brother HDSHSDH love ur writing, hope u have a good day!!

AHHH I'M SO GLAD I COULD HELP YOU GET INTO THE SERIES!! Super touched 💙💙💙

*Frantically googling Shadow's personality + Maria Robotnik*

*Having a Crisis™ because WOW OKAY*

Anyways! I've been working on this since the request rolled in, and am 100% invested. Willing to take related requests ^-^

Stobotnik + Sweetheart! Child, + Guard Dog Bestie! Shadow

Note: this is long. Like, LONG long

Your fathers have always loved you, if a tad.. oddly.

Papa Ivo doesn't understand your interest with the rest of humanity.

"What if one of those disgusting cretins gets my baby sick? What if someone actually wanted to hurt you?"

"No, it's far safer for you if you stay by his or Papa Stone's side. Or in the lab. The lab is VERY safe, you know. Well idiot proofed"

Not that he's calling his baby an idiot, of course -

Baba Aban, however, seems to understand you.

Of course he respects Papa's wishes, keeps you close when you do go out, but he tries to sate your interest in humanity best he can.

Always open to questions, and will try to answer everything as age-appropriately as possible.

"What does Papa do all day?"

"He builds things for the government."

"Why?"

"Because it pays well enough to raise you and keeps him busy."

"Why doesn't Papa like other people?"

He.. doesn't have an answer for that one. Not really.

"Just because" sounds too shallow, and "Because people can be horrible" is almost worse.

"To keep you safe."

It's not a lie, but it's not the truth, and the way you huff lets him know you're onto him.

Lets Ivo know before you two are finished with errands, in case you bombard the older man with questions next

They both try and keep you entertained in their own ways

Papa Ivo tries to keep you interested in his machines, how they can be used to better your life

Baba Aban takes you out for errands and helps teach you in the kitchen

Life is as balanced as it can be, considering your solitude growing up

Both dads help you set up a little greenhouse in the traveling lab

"For self sufficiency!" - Papa Ivo

"To give them a new hobby." - Baba Aban

"To keep me busy." - Baby You™

You know what's up

SO since we don't yet know how Shadow calmed tf down in the movie, bare with me here.

After the events of Movie 2 and then the unearthing of Project Shadow, you and your dads are living in the Crabmeat base deep in the Pacific

You and Baba Aban still surface occasionally for groceries and supplies, while Papa Ivo throws himself into his work to distract himself from his latest defeat.

During one surface visit, looking around the Seattle streets while on the back of Baba Aban's motorcycle, you see a strangely familiar figure on a similar vehicle.

You tug on your das's sleeve before gearuring toward the hedgehog

"Baba.. that's not Sonic, is it?"

He looks, does a double take

"Uh.. no."

He's stopping near the same lot the two of you are, and Baba instructs you to message Papa

"Found another alien hedgehog, will update"

He seems wary when the two of you approach, glancing between you as Aban steps closer, an arm in front of your chest to keep you back behind him

"Who are you?"

The hedgehog glares, and you slink just a bit closer to see him

"I am the ultimate life form."

"Decided by who?"

"That's none of your concern."

The two are almost circling one another now, Baba keeping you behind him, even if just barely

"It's my concern if you're here to.. to destroy humanity, or whatever."

You eye him from behind your dad, but he just huffs a laugh

"Destroy? I was created to preserve your human lives."

Your eyes widen again, catching his own before he glanced back towards your Baba

"Is that a problem?"

You tug at Aban's sleeve again, and he slows his movement, letting you peek out more from behind him

"No.. I don't suppose it is."

You finally slip out from behind him, smiling, and Shadow is hit, mentally, with the image of Maria, smile - the same energy as your own

A certain kind of sad loneliness, with an undertone of care

He doesn't know why he thinks of it that way

All he knows is that it feels like home again

The two of you see each other a few times after that, while out on errands with Baba

Papa wants to meet him - of course - but doesn't want another Knuckles situation

(He's very glad that the echidna didn't try and go after you for revenge - after the emerald was taken away, he wasn't sure he could have saved you)

So he lets you - and Stone - approach him on the surface

Not that you know explicitly that you're helping.

Neither of your dad's know about Maria - at least not explicitly - and Shadow still hasn't voiced why he's so attached to you

He finds himself following you whenever he sees you on earth

Of course you're with Baba every time, kept at arms length from Shadow, but he keeps coming back

Papa allows it because he hasn't made any threats

Baba allows it because he seems genuinely friendly

And doesn't seem to recognize him

Finally - FINALLY - Papa asks Baba to help bring him to the base

Respectfully, if possible. He wants to keep the peace, even if it's just for your sake

You get to be the lucky one to invite Shadow to the base

You smile when you ask if he'd like to come, and all he can see is Maria inviting him to see a new breakthrough from her grandfather

He says yes

Immediately

Your smile gets wider

"This is the first time I've invited a friend home!"

His poor, walled-off heart cracks just a little, and he gives Stone a Look™

Baba just glanced away before offering him a ride in a (rented) car

The two of you sit in the back, just talking to each other, while Stone contemplated how he got to driving one of the aliens.

To his home.

With his child in the backseat next to said alien.

As long as you're happy, and Ivo's happy, then he's sure he'll be fine

Shadow is still vague with answers around his past - every time you try and engage him about family, friends, childhood, home - he thinks of Maria

He still tries to answer you - he grew up in space, with his best friend and her grandfather.

She was.. sick. Very sick. And she died.

Conveniently leaving GUN out of the convo.

He sees the sadness you have for him - the same Maria held when she told him to go - and decides that he'll make space for himself in your life

If you let him.

ONLY if you let him.

The three of you make it back to crabmeat safely, and both of your dads hover, but let you interact how you want

Shadow sees a lot of Gerald in your Papa, but won't say anything.

He can't

Not yet, at least

He ends up staying the night, nested on your floor next to your own little fort, facing the door even in his sleep

Ivo tolerates it, if barely

He brought the hedgehog here to study, not to befriend his baby

"What if he has.. space rabies?!"

Stone just rolls his eyes as he shuts your door most the way, alarm systems all in place for the night

"This is the first time they've had a friend over, Ivo. We'll know if something goes wrong - just let them have this."

"This" turned into "a live-in best friend" rather quickly, to both parents' surprise (and your absolute delight)

Eventually, he caves.

He starts answering questions truthfully, the pain still rather fresh in his mind

He tells you about Maria, about GUN, about his purpose and pain

And you're there to comfort him

He's not graphic, and you don't push, and he appreciates it more than he'll voice, even to you

He figures that as long as you're willing to be there and listen, he'll be there to keep you safe company

Both dads are.. annoyed

Ivo thinks this new hedgehog is overbearing - always at your shoulder, keeping you company when he's supposed to be, never seeming to let you out of his sight

Stone thinks he's up to something, the way he lingers between streets when you're out, watching from the shadows (ha)

In reality, he's just trying to keep you safe

Your dads seem to figure that out when one of Ivo's ridiculous predictions comes true - you wander just a bit too far from Baba to look at some UV lights for your plants on Crabmeat, and someone grabs your arm as they walk past, jostling you enough that you yelp

Shadow is there in half a second, sending the aggressor to the floor before tugging on your hand, coaxing you down so he can look at the bruise forming on your bicep

Baba Aban is there a second later, lowering himself and helping Shadow turn your arm before helping you back up

"We should leave."

The three of you are silent until halfway back to the base, when Baba tilts the rearview to look at Shadow while he's druving

"Shadow.."

"What?"

He always glares when he talks to anyone besides you. Typically toward the floor or their chests, but right now he's looking your Baba in the eyes through the mirror, watching your father's gaze soften

*Thank you."

And thank YOU anonymous requester for all of this!

The requests for Sonic Movieverse, and this particular headcanon set, are wide open! Please send me reqs! I'm fixating like a mofo right now!!

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tailsbeth-writes · 3 months ago

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Welcome to the RWRB Festive Fan Fest! A chilled fan creation event based around winter holiday prompts.

The event will last 12 days and be a mixture of prompts and appreciation days so there's something for everyone in the fandom. Use these prompts to create fanfic, art, playlists, whatever your heart desires and celebrate RWRB (book & movie). You can do as many or as few prompts as you like!

The event will start on December 13th and run through to Christmas Eve (24th).

✨: Appreciation days

🎁: Creation days

The prompts are as follows:

✨ 13th: Favourite holiday fic/creation

🎁 14th: Decorations

🎁 15th: Christmas song

✨ 16th: Favourites from the past year

🎁 17th: Food

🎁 18th: Snow day

🎁 19th: Childhood memories

✨ 20th: Favourites of your own - time for self love!

🎁 21st: Cosy

🎁 22nd: Gifts

🎁 23rd: Party

✨ 24th: Favourite creators

For those of you who are on Ao3, I will share a collection close to the time. And when posting your entries here (or anything about the event in general) use the tag #rwrbfff please. Means if folks would like a beta etc, they can just look in the tag & I'll reblog where I can as well as reblogging all your fabulous content when the time comes!

I've got some ideas cooking for this already & I'm so excited to see what everyone comes up with to celebrate this fandom and our fave idiots in love.

Any other questions? Asks are open or DM me. Please spread the word & I'll pop up reminders on the run up. Happy creating!

Taylor (she/him) 🎄

❤️🤍👑💙

#rwrbfff #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fanfic #firstprince #red white and royal blue fanfic #rwrb fic #rwrb fanart #red white and royal blue fanart #firstprince fic #firstprince fanart #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #june claremont diaz #nora holleran #percy okonjo #beatrice fox mountchristen windsor #tailsbeth writes

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lila-lou · 2 months ago

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✨His true fate - Part 32/?✨

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: Language, age gap, a little drama, Fluff

Word Count: 8726

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

As the evening settled in, you and Jensen were cuddled up on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over both of you while a movie played softly in the background. Jensen’s arm was wrapped around you, and you rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. It was one of those peaceful moments, the kind where the outside world felt miles away. But then, like clockwork, Jensen’s phone rang again.

He groaned softly, his grip on you tightening for a second in frustration. “For the love of—”, he muttered under his breath, shifting slightly to grab the phone from the coffee table. “This damn thing hasn’t stopped all day”.

You sat up a little, watching as he glanced at the screen. His irritated expression softened, though, when he saw the caller ID. It was his old friend, the one who had been helping with the house. He sighed and gave you an apologetic smile before answering.

“Hey, man. What’s up?”, Jensen said, trying to keep his tone casual, though you could sense the shift in his posture. Something about this call had his attention.

You watched as the conversation unfolded, Jensen’s brows furrowing slightly, the easy-going tone he had started with now replaced by something more serious. He leaned forward a bit, his elbow resting on his knee, his other hand running through his hair as he listened.

“Yeah, I get it”, Jensen said, his voice quieter now. “I know you’ve been holding onto it for me, but… yeah, end of next week? That soon?”.

You could hear bits and pieces of the conversation, and even though you couldn’t make out every word, the tension in the air was unmistakable. Jensen’s friend was telling him that he couldn’t keep holding the house for much longer. There was a deadline now, and it seemed like other potential buyers were lining up.

Jensen exhaled heavily, his fingers rubbing his forehead as he nodded along with whatever his friend was saying. “Yeah, I know, I just… things are complicated right now, you know? I’m trying to make it work, but…”.

You reached out, resting your hand on his back, offering silent support as he struggled with the weight of the decision.

Jensen looked over at you, his eyes soft but filled with frustration. “Alright, man. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll figure it out”, he said finally before hanging up the phone.

He dropped the phone onto the coffee table and leaned back against the couch, letting out a long breath. “Well, that’s that”, he mumbled, running a hand through his hair again.

“What’s going on?”, you asked gently, though you had a pretty good idea based on what you’d overheard.

Jensen sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting yours. “The house”, he said, voice tinged with frustration. “He´s been holding it for me, but… he can’t keep doing that. It needs to be sold by the end of next week, and I’m not the only one interested. If I don’t make a decision soon, it’s going to go to someone else”.

Your heart sank a little, knowing how much Jensen had already envisioned his future in that house—your future together. But there were still so many things left unresolved, with Danneel, the divorce, the kids.

“What are you going to do?”, you asked quietly, searching his face for some clue as to what he was thinking.

Jensen was quiet for a moment, his jaw tightening as he stared ahead, lost in thought. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he turned to you, his expression softening. “I don’t know yet”, he admitted, his voice low. “But I can’t let it slip away without at least trying. That house… it feels like the right move. I just need to figure out how to make it work”.

He reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And I want to make sure you’re okay with it, too. I don’t want to push us into something if it’s not what we both want”.

You squeezed his hand back, feeling the weight of the decision. You knew the house was important to him, and honestly, it was starting to feel important to you too—a place where you could both start fresh.

“I’m with you”, you said softly, leaning into him. “Whatever you decide”.

Jensen nodded, pulling you closer into his arms, resting his chin on top of your head. “Thanks”, he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. “I just need to talk to my lawyer, figure out if there’s a way to move things along faster with the divorce. I can’t afford to wait much longer”.

You stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the movie now long forgotten as the reality of the situation settled in. Jensen had a big decision to make, and no matter what, you knew you’d face it together.

The next few days were a whirlwind for Jensen as he spent most of his time discussing everything with his lawyer—especially the details surrounding the house and the complications with the divorce. He seemed to be juggling everything at once, and you could see the weight of it in his shoulders, the way his brow furrowed when he thought you weren’t looking. It was draining him, and you knew tonight, more than any other night, he would need a break.

By Wednesday evening, you had everything set up to help ease the tension he would no doubt be carrying with him. You had decided to cook—something simple but comforting, knowing how much he loved a good steak. The aroma filled the kitchen, and you glanced over at the bottle of 18-year-old single malt whiskey you’d picked out, sitting on the counter, waiting for the two of you to unwind.

You were dressed casually in leggings and a soft, form-fitting top, but beneath it all, you’d put on something special—a set of lingerie you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. The thought made you smile to yourself as you set the table, placing two glasses next to the whiskey bottle. You were determined to help him relax, to get him out of his head, and back into the moment with you.

As you finished up in the kitchen, you heard Jensen pulling up outside. A part of you braced for his mood—knowing that every meeting with his lawyer these days seemed to leave him frustrated, if not completely drained. But tonight, you were prepared to lift his spirits, knowing just how to pull him out of that funk.

The door opened, and you turned around, already smiling, as Jensen stepped inside. He looked as you’d expected—his shoulders tense, his eyes a little tired, and a frown pulling at the corners of his lips.

"Hey", he said, his voice low and tired as he kicked off his shoes by the door. "Sorry I'm late. The meeting ran over again".

You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he let out a heavy sigh, leaning into your embrace. "It’s okay", you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. "I figured you might need a bit of a pick-me-up tonight, so I made dinner".

Jensen looked down at you, the tension in his face easing just a bit as he managed a small smile. "You didn’t have to do all that", he mumbled, though you could tell he appreciated the effort.

"I wanted to", you replied, taking his hand and leading him toward the kitchen. "I’ve got steak, and I picked up some of that whiskey you like".

Jensen’s eyebrows lifted at the mention of whiskey, and his smile widened. "You’re spoiling me", he teased lightly, though there was still that tiredness in his eyes.

"You deserve it", you said softly, handing him a glass of whiskey as he sat down at the kitchen table. "And after dinner… well, let’s just say I’ve got a few more surprises in store".

Jensen chuckled, taking a sip of his drink, but his eyes darkened with intrigue as they flickered over to you. "Now you've got me curious", he said, his voice dropping to that deep tone that always sent shivers down your spine.

You smiled coyly, but didn’t say anything more, letting the promise of what was to come linger in the air as you brought the steaks over to the table. As the two of you ate, the conversation was light, but you could still sense the tension in him, the weight of everything he was dealing with. You wanted to help him shake it off, and once dinner was finished, you knew just how to do it.

After the plates were cleared, you stood up, catching his gaze as you slowly peeled off your top, revealing the lace of the lingerie beneath. His eyes darkened instantly, his tiredness replaced by something else—something more primal.

"You’ve been holding out on me", Jensen said with a smirk, his mood already shifting as he leaned back in his chair, watching you.

"I told you I had more surprises", you teased, stepping closer to him, letting your hands drift to your leggings, slowly sliding them down to reveal the matching lace panties beneath. Jensen’s eyes followed your every move, the frustration of the last few days melting away as he reached for you, pulling you into his lap.

"God, I love you", he murmured, his lips pressing against your neck as his hands roamed over the lace, already beginning to tug at it.

The rest of the night, you made sure Jensen forgot about every stress, every frustration. All that mattered was the two of you, tangled in each other, as you reminded him just how much he was loved and supported—no matter how tough things got.

By the end of the week, Jensen and his lawyer had finalized the plan for the house. It wasn’t the simplest route, but it was one that ensured the house would remain out of Danneel’s reach. Now, you found yourself standing inside the very home that had captured both of your imaginations just days ago. The weight of what you were about to do sat heavily on your shoulders, but the warmth of Jensen’s hand on your back gave you strength.

The room was quiet except for the faint sound of papers being shuffled. Jensen’s lawyer, stood at the kitchen island with a stack of documents, while Jensen’s old friend, who had held the house for him, leaned casually against the counter with a small, encouraging smile.

“You sure about this?”, Jensen asked softly as he leaned in closer. There was a flicker of concern in his green eyes, but mostly, there was pride and gratitude. He knew this was a big step, and while it was necessary, he didn’t take your role in it lightly.

You nodded, biting your lip nervously but managing a small smile. “I’m sure. This is for us, right?”.

Jensen exhaled deeply, his lips curving into a soft smile as he kissed your temple. “Yeah. This is for us”.

His lawyer cleared his throat, glancing at you both. “If you’re ready, we just need your signature here”, he said, sliding the contract across the island toward you. “Jensen’s funds are already set up for the transfer, and the house will officially be in your name by the end of the day”.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you picked up the pen, the gravity of the moment making your heart race. The arrangement had been clear: to keep Danneel from having any potential claim to the property during the divorce proceedings, it would be smartest if you were the one to buy the house. Jensen had the money, having quietly set funds aside for years in preparation for the possibility of his marriage ending, but you would be the legal owner. It was a lot to take on, but the trust Jensen placed in you made you feel steadier.

As the pen touched the paper, you glanced up at Jensen one last time. He gave you an encouraging nod. You signed your name, the sound of the pen scratching against the paper marking the start of a new chapter for both of you.

An hour later, the house was finally quiet. Jensen´s Laywer and his friend had left, and the gravity of what had just happened was beginning to settle in. You wandered aimlessly through the house, letting your fingers trail along the smooth walls and polished surfaces. Every step you took felt surreal, as if you were walking through someone else’s life.

When you reached the master bedroom, you stopped at the center of the room, looking around at the large, empty space. The massive windows framed a breathtaking view of the backyard and the Colorado River beyond. The sunlight poured in, casting soft golden light over the hardwood floors. You could already imagine how it would look once it was furnished, once it felt like home, but for now, it was just an empty room holding the weight of a big decision.

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of emotions you couldn’t quite name. Excitement? Yes. Nervousness? Definitely. But also a sense of disbelief that this was really happening. That this house was yours—and Jensen’s. That this life you were building together was no longer just an idea but something real and tangible.

Lost in thought, you didn’t hear Jensen come up behind you until his arms slipped around your waist, pulling you gently against his chest. His chin rested lightly on your shoulder, and the familiar scent of him—woodsy, vanilla, warm—immediately eased your nerves.

“Hey”, he murmured, his voice soft as his lips brushed against your temple. “You okay?”.

You nodded, leaning into him as his hands splayed over your stomach. “Yeah”, you whispered. “Just… taking it all in”.

Jensen’s arms tightened around you slightly, his warmth enveloping you. “It’s a lot, huh?”, he asked, his voice filled with understanding. “I know it’s overwhelming. I’ve been feeling the same way. But this… this is ours now. Our start”.

You turned slightly in his arms to face him, looking up into his familiar green eyes. “Does it feel real to you yet?”, you asked softly, searching his expression.

Jensen smiled, a mixture of relief and affection crossing his face. “Not completely”, he admitted with a chuckle. “But seeing you here… it’s starting to feel real. I didn’t want to do this alone. I wanted to do this with you”.

His words made your chest tighten, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “I just hope I don’t mess this up”, you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jensen’s hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks. “You won’t”, he said firmly, his gaze steady and full of reassurance. “We’ve got this. Together”.

For a moment, you just stood there in the middle of the empty master bedroom, holding onto each other, the enormity of what you were building together slowly sinking in.

Jensen broke the silence with a small, teasing grin. “You know”, he said, his tone lighter now, “we could start making this place feel like home right now”.

You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching into a playful smile. “Oh? And how do you propose we do that?”.

Jensen leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he murmured, “Well, I can think of a few ways…”.

Before you could even respond, Jensen grinned mischievously and scooped you up into his arms, making you squeal in surprise and laugh softly against his shoulder. His arms were strong and steady, holding you effortlessly as he carried you toward the en suite bathroom. The gleaming marble countertops and expansive space felt both luxurious and intimate as he set you down gently on the cool surface.

Jensen’s hands were already on your hips, tugging you closer to the edge of the counter as he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a deep, lingering kiss. There was an urgency to his movements, but it was laced with tenderness, like he wanted to savor every second. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, tugging it upward as he kissed you again, his lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck.

The cool air of the room brushed against your skin as he pulled the fabric over your head, discarding it to the side. His hands roamed your sides, his thumbs tracing the curves of your waist while his lips continued their exploration, trailing down to the hollow of your collarbone.

“You look so good here”, Jensen murmured against your skin, his voice husky and filled with a mix of desire and admiration. His hands moved to the waistband of your jeans, his fingers working deftly to undo the button and zipper, sliding them down just enough to expose more of you to his touch.

Your breath hitched as you leaned back slightly, your hands tangling in his hair as you tugged him closer. “Jensen…”, you whispered, his name a soft plea that made him smirk against your skin.

He took his time, peeling away the rest of your clothes piece by piece, his hands and lips exploring every newly exposed inch of your body. The contrast of the cool marble against your skin and the heat of his touch sent shivers through you, heightening every sensation.

Jensen finally pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his hands resting on either side of your thighs. His green eyes were dark with intensity, a small grin playing on his lips. “You really do make this place feel like home”, he said softly, his voice a mix of teasing and genuine affection.

Before you could respond, he dipped his head again, his lips finding yours in another passionate kiss as his hands slid up your thighs, pulling you even closer to him. The weight of the moment, the newness of the house, and the depth of your connection made everything feel electric, as if this wasn’t just the start of a home but the beginning of something even more profound between you.

As the evening settled into a cozy quiet, you found yourself perched comfortably on Jensen’s lap at the desk in your apartment. His arms rested around you loosely, one hand navigating the trackpad on your laptop while the other held you steady against him. The glow from the screen illuminated his face as he scrolled through a list of interior designers, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Hmm”, Jensen muttered, clicking on a link to a designer’s portfolio. “This one seems decent. But their schedule’s probably packed”.

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, watching the screen lazily, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “Why don’t we just do it ourselves?”, you mumbled, your voice quiet but warm.

Jensen paused, tilting his head slightly to glance down at you. “Do it ourselves?”, he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, like normal people, Ackles”, you chuckled, shifting slightly on his lap to get more comfortable. “Not everyone hires a fancy interior designer to swoop in and make all the decisions. Some of us peasants actually enjoy picking out our own couches and curtains”.

He laughed softly, the sound rumbling through his chest against your back. “Peasants, huh? Pretty sure most of the peasants don’t have to fill an entire house. This place is massive, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly a furniture guy”.

You rolled your eyes playfully, nudging him with your elbow. “Well, it’s a good thing I��m here, then. I’ll keep you from filling it with whiskey barrels and ugly throw pillows”.

“Whiskey barrels?”, he repeated with a grin, pretending to consider it. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Would make a great bar setup in the corner of the living room…”.

You groaned dramatically, your laughter spilling out as you turned to face him. “This is exactly why we’re doing it together. I am not living in a house that looks like a rustic distillery”.

Jensen’s lips brushed against your temple before trailing softly down to your neck, the warmth of his breath sending a small shiver through you. His arms tightened around your waist as he nuzzled closer, his voice low and teasing. “See, the thing is… hiring someone just makes life so much easier”, he murmured, punctuating his words with a gentle kiss against your skin. “They pick the furniture, make it all pretty, and we just… show up”.

You rolled your eyes, biting back a grin as his lips lingered against your neck. “Oh, so you just want to be lazy”, you teased, trying to ignore the pleasant distraction he was creating.

“Not lazy”, Jensen countered, his tone playful as he pressed another kiss just beneath your ear. “Efficient. Big difference”.

You tilted your head slightly, letting out a soft laugh as you tried to gather your thoughts. “Efficient, huh? And what happens when the designer picks out something ridiculous that you hate? Like a giant abstract sculpture in the middle of the living room? Then what, Mr. Efficient?”.

Jensen pulled back slightly, feigning offense. “You really think I’d hire someone with bad taste?”.

“You’re the guy who thought whiskey barrels were good interior design”, you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s different”, he said with a smirk, his hands running up your sides as his lips found your neck again. “That’s character. Authenticity”.

You squirmed in his lap, trying not to let his kisses distract you too much. “I’m serious, Jensen. Doing it ourselves means we get exactly what we want. We get to pick things out together, and it’ll actually feel like ours”.

He paused at that, his lips hovering just above your skin. “Ours, huh?”, he repeated softly, the teasing edge in his voice replaced by something warmer.

You turned slightly to face him, your eyes meeting his. “Yeah”, you said with a small smile. “This house is going to be our home. I want it to feel like us, not like someone else’s idea of what it should be”.

Jensen studied you for a moment, his expression softening. Then he sighed dramatically, leaning back in the chair. “Fine”, he said, feigning defeat. “We’ll do it your way. But if it takes longer than a month, I’m calling in reinforcements”.

You laughed, leaning forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. “Deal. But I guarantee you’ll end up loving the process”.

Jensen smirked, his hands resting comfortably on your hips. “As long as you’re there, I’ll survive. Just… promise me no endless debates about curtain colors”.

“No promises”, you teased, grinning as you leaned in to kiss him again.

The next morning, you were buzzing with excitement as you dragged Jensen out of bed, barely letting him finish his coffee before convincing him it was time to start looking at furniture. He grumbled the entire way, but you could see the faint amusement in his expression as he grabbed the car keys and followed you to the driveway.

It wasn’t until you told him the destination that he lost it.

“IKEA? Are you serious?”, Jensen exclaimed, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he pulled out onto the main road. His tone was half incredulous, half exasperated, and it was hard not to laugh at how quickly he was spiraling.

“What’s wrong with IKEA?”, you teased, leaning back in your seat, a smug grin on your face.

“What’s wrong with it?”, he repeated, glancing at you like you’d just suggested putting a bouncy castle in the living room. “I’m not putting a $600 couch into a million-dollar house. I don’t care how many meatballs they bribe people with”.

You snorted, trying and failing to stifle your laughter. “It’s not just about the price, Jensen. It’s about finding pieces we like. IKEA has some great stuff if you actually take the time to look”.

He let out a dramatic groan, shaking his head. “I don’t want to ‘take the time to look’. I want to sit on something that doesn’t feel like it’s going to fall apart in six months”.

“Then we don’t buy the couch”, you reasoned, shrugging as you enjoyed his mini-meltdown. “But we might find other things we need—like kitchen stuff or storage solutions”.

“Storage solutions?”, Jensen muttered under his breath, his knuckles tightening on the wheel. “We’re putting that sentence in the pre-nup”.

“In the what?”, you asked, your voice quiet as you turned to look at Jensen, the teasing tone from earlier replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable. Your stomach fluttered slightly, the word pre-nup bouncing around in your mind. It wasn’t a casual word to just throw out there, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of curiosity—and something deeper—at the implication.

Jensen froze too, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as if he could somehow will the moment away. He hadn’t planned to say it; the word had just slipped out in his frustration. His jaw tightened, and he glanced at you, his expression somewhere between guilty and hesitant.

“Uh…”, he started, his voice trailing off as he tried to gather his thoughts. “I mean…”. He cleared his throat, clearly trying to backpedal but failing miserably.

You tilted your head slightly, studying him, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the unexpected turn in the conversation. “Jensen”, you said softly, your voice coaxing him out of his flustered state. “What did you mean by pre-nup?”.

He let out a long breath, his shoulders slumping slightly as he shook his head. “That… came out wrong”, he admitted, his voice low and a little sheepish. “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to just—”. He paused, groaning softly as he ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m not proposing or anything right now, okay? It was just… a stupid joke”.

You blinked at him, your smile growing despite his obvious discomfort. “Not proposing right now?”, you repeated, latching onto the phrase. “So… what, later?”.

Jensen groaned again, his head tilting back against the headrest as he muttered, “You’re killing me here”.

You laughed, the tension in your chest easing at his reaction. “I’m not trying to kill you, Ackles. Just trying to understand why pre-nup suddenly entered the conversation”.

He glanced at you, his green eyes softening as he finally relaxed a little. “Because I’m an idiot”, he said, his voice lighter now. “And because I… sometimes think about what the future looks like with you in it. And sometimes, I let my mouth run ahead of my brain”.

Your heart swelled at his words, the butterflies in your stomach now in full flight. “You think about the future with me?”, you asked, your tone soft but teasing, though you couldn’t hide the warmth in your eyes.

“Of course I do”, Jensen said, his voice steady now, though there was a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. “I wouldn’t be doing all of this—buying the house, dragging myself to IKEA—if I didn’t see you as part of that future”.

For a moment, you were speechless, the weight of his words sinking in. The awkwardness of the earlier slip faded away, replaced by a quiet understanding between the two of you.

Finally, you reached over and placed your hand on his thigh, squeezing gently. “Well, good to know”, you said with a small smile. “But for the record, if you ever actually propose, maybe don’t bring up pre-nups in the same sentence”.

Jensen let out a laugh, shaking his head as he reached down to cover your hand with his. “Noted”, he said, his grin returning. “Now let’s get this over with before I say something else stupid”.

The rest of the drive was lighter, the unexpected detour in conversation leaving both of you with a sense of clarity—and a lot of teasing material for later.

Walking into IKEA, you couldn’t help but glance over at Jensen as he tugged his baseball cap lower over his face, keeping his head down like he was sneaking into some kind of covert operation. He looked ridiculous, his six-foot-something frame and broad shoulders not exactly blending into the sea of shoppers browsing flat-packed furniture.

You stifled a laugh as you leaned closer to him, bumping his arm. “You know, the hat’s not really helping, right? Pretty sure you’re still the tallest guy here”.

“Shut up”, he muttered, his voice low as he adjusted the brim of his cap.

Your grin widened as you decided to press him a little further. “Is this about being caught in IKEA, or is it about being caught in IKEA with me?”, you teased, your voice light. “Because, honestly, I can’t tell which one’s freaking you out more”.

Jensen shot you a look, his green eyes narrowing under the brim of his cap. “Both”, he said flatly, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting back a smile. “Now find a plant or something so we can go to Scott + Cooner like adults”.

You stopped in your tracks. “Oh no, we are doing this, Ackles. You’re going to embrace the IKEA experience like a real person. We’ll get a cart, sample the meatballs, and maybe even argue over a Billy bookcase”.

He groaned, his head tilting back dramatically. “I don’t want a Billy bookcase”.

“Well, too bad”, you said cheerfully, dragging him toward the maze of displays. “This is what normal people do, remember? You’re the one who said you wanted to do this together”.

Jensen grumbled something under his breath about “normal people” as he reluctantly followed you through the showroom. His discomfort was written all over his face, and it only made you laugh harder.

At one point, you stopped in front of a display of potted plants, holding up a small, bright green fern. “How about this?”, you asked innocently, holding it up toward him. “It’ll go perfectly in the living room. Very chic”.

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Fine. Whatever gets us out of here faster”.

“We’re not even close to done. Let’s find some throw pillows next. Maybe a rug”.

Jensen groaned again, shaking his head as he muttered, “I should’ve just hired the damn designer”.

Back in the car, Jensen let out a relieved sigh as he started the engine, clearly thrilled to be leaving IKEA behind. The trunk was filled with your haul—towels, plants, kitchen gadgets, and a pair of adorable laundry baskets shaped like animals that you insisted his kids would love.

But it wasn’t exactly the productive trip you’d hoped for, considering Jensen’s outright refusal to even consider any furniture.

As you buckled your seatbelt, you couldn’t help the frustration bubbling up inside you. “You know”, you started, your tone quieter than usual but still pointed, “you actually made me feel pretty bad in there”.

Jensen turned his head sharply to look at you, his expression shifting from relaxed to concerned. “What? Why?”, he asked, his brows knitting together.

You sighed, staring out the window as the car began to move. “I don’t know. It’s just… the way you dismissed everything, like it wasn’t good enough. Like I’m not good enough”. Your voice wavered slightly, but you pressed on. “I mean, not everyone can afford custom furniture or designer bedsheets, Jensen. And yeah, maybe I like IKEA stuff because it’s simple and affordable, and it works for people like me. But the way you acted in there—it was like you thought everything, including me, was beneath you”.

The car grew silent for a moment, Jensen’s grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “Hey, that’s not fair”, he said after a beat, his voice quieter than usual but still firm. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. I just… I’ve never had to think about it like that”.

Jensen glanced at you, his brows furrowed as he processed what you were saying. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad”, he repeated, his voice softer now but tinged with frustration. “I just don’t see why we should settle for stuff that’s not going to last. It’s not about you or how you do things—it’s about wanting the best for us, for the house”.

You sighed, crossing your arms as you stared out the window, trying to keep your emotions in check. “But that’s the thing, Jensen”, you said, your tone firm but not unkind. “It felt like you were dismissing everything I liked without even considering it. You said no to everything, and yeah, maybe it’s not what you’re used to, but that doesn’t mean it’s not good enough”.

Jensen opened his mouth to respond, but you held up a hand, cutting him off gently. “Look, I get that you want everything to be perfect for the house, but perfection doesn’t always come with a big price tag. Sometimes, it’s about the little things—the things that make a space feel like home, not just a showroom”.

He frowned as he absorbed your words. “I didn’t mean to make it seem like that stuff wasn’t good enough”, he muttered, his voice tinged with guilt. “I just… I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never had to start over like this before, and I guess I’m overthinking everything”.

He glanced over at you hesitantly, his voice quieter than usual. “Do you… want to go back inside? Take another look?”.

You couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh, shaking your head as you looked away, the disappointment still lingering in your chest. “Oh, sure, so I can listen to more complaints about the ‘plastic shit’, like the PAX wardrobe?”, you mumbled, your tone tinged with sarcasm but not anger. “Which, by the way, is way out of my price league, so thanks for that little reality check”.

Jensen winced at your words, the weight of your disappointment hitting him squarely. He started to speak, but you cut him off gently, your voice softer now. “Look, I’m not mad. I get it—you have your standards, and that’s fine. But it’s clear this whole thing is just… worlds apart for us. So let’s just skip the IKEA detours and head straight to your high horse designers”.

Your words stung, not because they were cruel, but because they were laced with the truth. Jensen let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he tried to find the right words to fix what he’d unintentionally broken. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like this”, he said, his voice low. “I was just being… I don’t know, picky? Stupid? Definitely not thinking about how it would come across to you”.

You glanced at him, catching the way his shoulders slumped slightly, his usual confidence replaced with a rare vulnerability. It wasn’t often that Jensen found himself out of his depth, but this was clearly one of those times.

“I was an ass… and I hate that I made you feel like that”, He hesitated before glancing at you again. “Let me make it up to you. We’ll figure this out. And I promise, no more dismissing your ideas, okay?”.

You studied him for a moment, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, and you felt your frustration begin to ebb away. “Fine”, you said, letting out a small sigh. “But if we go to one of your fancy designer stores, I’m picking out the most ridiculous thing I can find, just to see your face when I tell you I want it”.

Jensen chuckled softly, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Deal”, he said, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “And hey, for the record? You’re not just ‘good enough’. You’re better than anything I could’ve ever hoped for. Even if we end up with a house full of PAX wardrobes”.

You rolled your eyes at Jensen’s attempt to smooth things over, but the little smile tugging at the corners of your lips gave you away. His ability to own up to his mistakes was one of the reasons you found it so hard to stay mad at him. Even if he could be frustrating, he always tried to make things right.

Three hours later, you found yourself standing in one of Jensen’s high-end designer shops. The store was everything you imagined: gleaming hardwood floors, perfectly curated displays, and a sleek, minimalist aesthetic that screamed luxury. A personal assistant hovered nearby, ready to cater to your every whim, though her overly eager energy made you feel slightly out of place.

Jensen, of course, was in his element. He casually wandered around, hands in his pockets, nodding approvingly at items as the assistant showed them to you both. The introduction Jensen had given—referring to you as "a friend he was helping furnish her new house"—lingered awkwardly in your mind.But you tried not to let it bother you too much.

After a while, you started feeling the weight of the assistant’s constant presence, her endless chatter about fabric samples and custom finishes. Deciding you needed a break, you turned to her with a polite smile. “Would you mind grabbing me a pen and some paper? I’d like to jot down a few things I like and take a look on my own for a bit”.

The assistant blinked in surprise but nodded quickly. “Of course! I’ll be right back”.

Once she was gone, you let out a sigh of relief and turned to Jensen, who was standing by a display of oversized throw pillows. He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking slightly. “Sending her off already? I thought you were enjoying the VIP treatment”.

“Please”, you scoffed, walking over to him. “It’s exhausting. I just want to look around without someone hovering over me, talking about thread counts and imported leather every five seconds”.

Jensen chuckled, leaning casually against the display. “Fair enough. So, what’s the plan, then?”.

You crossed your arms, your lips twitching into a smile. “I’m going to write down the things I like, compare some prices, and figure out what actually makes sense. You know, like normal people do”.

He gave you a playful look. “Normal people? Here? You’re breaking the store rules already”.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress your grin. “Well, someone has to keep things grounded. You’re out here ready to buy a thousand-dollar lamp like it’s a pack of gum”.

Jensen laughed, reaching out to tug you closer by the hand. “That’s why I have you, right? To keep me in check”.

“Exactly”, you teased, though your heart warmed at his words. He might have his preferences and habits, but he genuinely wanted to include you in this, to make this house feel like it belonged to both of you.

The assistant returned a moment later, handing you the pen and paper with a bright smile before stepping away again. You started jotting down a few notes as you moved through the store, Jensen trailing behind you with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

“Alright, let’s see”, he said, peeking over your shoulder. “What’s the verdict so far?”.

You looked up at him with a mock-serious expression. “So far, I’ve decided that we definitely don’t need a $3,000 chair”.

Jensen burst out laughing, shaking his head. “You’re impossible”.

“And yet, here you are”, you shot back with a smirk, feeling the tension of the day finally start to ease. This was how it should feel—light, playful, and full of little moments that reminded you why this whole crazy endeavor was worth it.

By the end of the day, the major furniture pieces were selected, and Jensen had everything arranged for delivery in a few days. That gave you both just enough time to hire painters to refresh a few rooms and finalize the design decisions you’d been debating all day. The relief on Jensen’s face was palpable as you signed off on the orders, glad to have the process underway.

But you weren’t quite finished with your mission.

What you did bring home with you today, tucked into the backseat of your car, was a 3-foot bronze sculpture of a Chinese Crested dog. It was, without a doubt, the ugliest thing you’d ever seen, with its exaggerated, patchy coat and bug-eyed expression staring blankly into the void. It had been wildly overpriced at $2,000, but you’d insisted on it, claiming it was “just the thing” the house needed.

“Seriously?”, Jensen had grumbled as he carried the sculpture toward the car, visibly struggling with its awkward size and weight. The exaggerated, patchy bronze coat of the Chinese Crested dog shimmered mockingly in the sunlight, its bug-eyed expression seemingly mirroring Jensen’s current mood. “You’re actually making me buy this?”.

“Absolutely”, you replied without hesitation, your grin wide and unapologetic as you crossed your arms and leaned against the car. “This thing is iconic. It’s going to be the centerpiece of our home”.

Jensen shot you a dubious look, his brows furrowing. “The centerpiece? This thing looks like it’s been haunting someone’s nightmares for the past decade”.

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Exactly. It’s a great reminder. Every time you walk past this thing, you’ll remember that not everything expensive is automatically better than something simple or cheap”.

Jensen narrowed his eyes at you, adjusting his grip on the awkward, heavy sculpture. “You’re seriously making this about life lessons now?”.

“Of course”, you replied, your grin widening as you leaned against the car. “Look at it this way—every time you see this ugly little dog, you’ll be reminded to stay grounded. Not everything has to be high-end”.

He let out a dramatic groan, his green eyes rolling skyward as he carefully maneuvered the dog into the backseat. “Grounded? This thing looks like it crawled out of a cursed thrift shop”.

You laughed, crossing your arms as you admired his reluctant compliance. “And yet, here you are, hauling it to the car. Deep down, you love it already”.

Jensen slammed the door shut with a bit more force than necessary, turning back to you with an exasperated but amused expression. “Well, then I’m doing this to teach you a lesson about commitment. You’re going to regret spending two grand on this monstrosity the second it’s staring at you in the middle of the night”.

“Not a chance”, you shot back, stepping closer and placing a hand on his chest. “This thing is staying right by the front door. It’ll be our house’s weird little guardian. A symbol of compromise”.

“Compromise”, he repeated, his tone laced with sarcasm as he raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure you just bullied me into buying it”.

“Semantics”, you said with a shrug. “Now let’s get to the house and find the perfect spot for it”.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head as he opened the driver’s side door. “You’re lucky I love you”, he muttered as he slid into the seat.

You climbed in beside him, grinning triumphantly. “No, the dog’s lucky you love me. Otherwise, it’d still be sitting in the store”.

Jensen’s laughter filled the car as he started the engine, the absurdity of the situation breaking any lingering tension from earlier in the day. The Chinese Crested sculpture might not have been his first—or hundredth—choice, but it was definitely going to be memorable. And that, you decided, was exactly the point.

Jensen carried the bronze monstrosity into the house, his steps slow and deliberate as he maneuvered it through the doorway. The empty space of the hallway made the sculpture’s presence even more pronounced, its exaggerated features gleaming under the overhead lights. He placed it right by the front door, stepping back to admire—or at least accept—his handiwork.

“There”, he said, dusting off his hands and looking at the dog with a mixture of begrudging pride and resigned amusement. “The first official resident of the house”.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a triumphant grin plastered across your face. “See? It’s perfect. First thing people see when they walk in—it’s like a welcome mat but way more intimidating”.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head as he tilted his head to study the dog from another angle. “Intimidating? This thing’s more likely to make people question my sanity than run for the hills”.

“Exactly”, you said, stepping closer and bumping his shoulder with yours. “It’s the perfect conversation starter. And now it has meaning".

Jensen chuckled, his laughter growing louder as he leaned forward, hands on his knees for support. His voice cracked with amusement as he finally straightened, wiping a hand over his face. “It’s so—God, it’s so fucking ugly”, he managed between breaths, his green eyes glinting with actual tears of laughter. “I mean, really. What were they thinking when they made this thing?”.

You laughed along with him, the absurdity of the moment making it impossible not to join in. “Hey, don’t insult our new housemate!”, you teased, nudging him playfully. “This is a masterpiece. Pure art”.

Jensen shook his head, grinning as he wiped at his eyes again. “Art? Babe, it looks like it’s straight out of a bad fever dream. Who in their right mind spends two grand on this?”. He gestured dramatically at the dog, its bug-eyed expression staring back at him like a challenge.

“You did”, you shot back smugly, crossing your arms. “And don’t forget it. Every time you walk through that door, you’ll remember that sometimes compromise is messy—and a little hideous”.

He sighed deeply, still grinning, and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “You’re right”, he said, shaking his head as he looked at the sculpture again. “This thing’s gonna haunt me forever. But you know what? I kind of love that it’s the first thing we put in here. It’s… us, in the weirdest, most ridiculous way”.

You smiled, leaning into him as the two of you stared at the absurd bronze dog that now stood proudly in the entryway. “It’s definitely a story we’ll be telling for years”, you said, your voice softening. “And it’s ours”.

Jensen kissed the top of your head, his laughter quieting into a warm chuckle. “Alright, fine. You win. But if anyone asks, you’re explaining it, not me”.

“Deal”, you replied with a grin, squeezing his side as you both turned toward the rest of the house.

"Two thousand dollars”, Jensen mumbled, shaking his head as he gave the dog one last incredulous glance. He turned back to you with an exaggerated look of disbelief. “I still can’t believe you talked me into that”.

You shrugged innocently, trying to stifle a laugh. “It’s a conversation starter, remember? You’ll thank me when people are lining up to hear the tale of the ‘Bronze Nightmare`”.

Jensen shook his head again, this time with a bemused smile, and placed a hand on your back, gently guiding you toward the door. “Out. Let’s go. Before you convince me to buy a bronze cat to match it”.

“Oh, don’t tempt me”, you teased, stepping outside and turning back to him with a playful grin. “I saw a life-sized giraffe sculpture at the same store. It’d look amazing in the backyard”.

Jensen groaned dramatically, leaning against the doorframe for a moment as if your suggestion physically pained him. “This is why I should’ve gone with an interior designer”, he muttered, his voice laced with mock regret as he closed the door behind you both.

“You love me”, you said with a smirk, looping your arm through his as the two of you headed toward the car.

“Yeah”, he replied, his voice softening, though his smirk stayed firmly in place. “I do. Even if you’re a terrible influence on my wallet”.

As you slid into the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt, you couldn’t resist another jab. “I was fine with IKEA, you know”, you said with a shrug, a sly smile tugging at your lips. “Until you made me teach you a life lesson”.

Jensen glanced at you as he settled into the driver’s seat, shaking his head with a grin that didn’t quite mask the disbelief still lingering on his face. “A two-thousand-dollar life lesson?”, he said, his tone incredulous but amused. “You could’ve just written me a strongly worded letter or something”.

“Where’s the fun in that?”, you shot back, folding your arms as you leaned into the seat. “Besides, I think it’s poetic justice. You wanted high-end, designer-quality pieces? Well, voilà—your very own bronze work of art”.

“Work of art, my ass”, Jensen muttered, running a hand through his hair before starting the car.

“You’ll grow to love it. Just wait”.

Jensen shot you a skeptical glance but didn’t argue further as he pulled out onto the road. “You better hope that thing grows on me fast because it’s going to be the first thing I see every time I walk in the door. I can already hear Jared’s comments when he visits”.

“Oh, Jared’s going to love it”, you teased, leaning toward him. “He’ll probably want one for his own house. We might have started a trend”.

Jensen groaned dramatically, shaking his head as his lips twitched into another smile.

You raised an eyebrow at Jensen, your lips curving into a playful smirk as you tilted your head toward him. “So”, you began, drawing out the word for effect, “Chick-fil-A or Hestia?”.

Jensen’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at you, instantly catching the not-so-subtle callback to your earlier debate. He groaned dramatically, leaning his head back against the headrest for a second before shaking his head. “You’re never going to let this go, are you?”.

“Not a chance”, you teased, grinning. “So, what’s it going to be, Mr. Fancy Designer? Cheap and cheerful, or expensive and exclusive?”.

Jensen sighed, gripping the steering wheel tighter for a moment before rolling his eyes. “Chick-fil-A”, he grumbled, his voice laced with mock defeat. “I’m not about to risk another life lesson today. My wallet’s already recovering from that dog”.

You laughed, genuinely delighted at his response. “See? You’re learning. That’s what life lessons are all about”.

He shook his head again, but the corner of his mouth twitched into a reluctant smile. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up”.

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

Part 33

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