#THE WINK………… he knows we want him

[dreamscapeee222]

hihii i hope ur doing well and that ur day is okay! I want to request and sorry for disturbing you..😔

Can i ask for like a arcane characters x reader whos lazy and sleeps literally all day it ain't healthy and lowki refuse to do any type of physical labor? Yet at the same time they strong af and can handle their opponents just fine they js rather not too? Lol like they have sm potential and they know it yet they dont wanna utilize it

It's ok u dont wanna do it heheh

A/n: Don't worry lol soo I hope you like it !!

You sleep all the time

Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

Masterlist

Vi

Vi storms into the room, frustration etched across her face. “Seriously? You’re just gonna sit there while I’m breaking my back out here?” Her voice rises slightly, but you don’t flinch. Instead, you lift your head from your spot on the couch and grin.

“If you’ve got it handled, why would I bother?” you reply, stretching like a cat.

She growls under her breath, throwing her hands in the air. “You’re impossible!”

But the moment chaos breaks out in the Lanes, you’re the first to move. Vi watches in awe as you take down an entire group of enforcers like it’s a casual workout. By the time she catches up, you’re already dusting your hands off and heading back to your nap spot.

“Next time, warn me before you go Hulk-mode,” she mutters, but there’s admiration in her smirk.

Jinx

Jinx is sprawled across the workshop table, tossing random tools in the air. “You know, you’re like a sloth. A really ripped sloth. Like, how does that even happen?”

“Natural talent,” you reply lazily, barely opening your eyes from your nap.

She doesn’t let up, poking you with a wrench. “C’mon, do something cool! Throw me across the room or something.”

It’s not until you hear the unmistakable sound of danger—an intruder sneaking into her lair—that you move. In a flash, you’ve subdued the threat, pinning them down effortlessly. Jinx whistles low.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I take it back. You’re more of a lion pretending to be a house cat.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn has tried every method to get you off your metaphorical couch—reasoning, bribing, even a structured plan—but nothing sticks. You always shrug her off with a lazy smile.

“Why should I lift a finger when I can just avoid it altogether?” you tease.

Her patience wears thin when a high-stakes chase leads to her being cornered by an armed gang. She’s mentally preparing herself for a fight when you appear out of nowhere, effortlessly disarming every single one of them.

“I thought you didn’t want to do physical labor,” she says, breathless.

“Only when it’s boring,” you reply, cracking a rare grin.

Ekko

Ekko can’t understand why you refuse to help out with the Firelights. “You’ve got so much potential! We need you!”

You wave him off, yawning. “You’ve got this under control, don’t you?”

It’s not until you both get ambushed during a supply run that he sees your strength firsthand. One moment you’re lounging against a wall, the next you’re tossing attackers left and right, your movements precise and calculated.

Ekko is stunned into silence as the dust settles.

“Guess I should help more often, huh?” you say with a smirk. He shakes his head, grinning. “Yeah, maybe. Just don’t get used to slacking again.”

Jayce

Jayce sees your laziness as both a mystery and a challenge. “You could be a hero, you know. Why don’t you want to make a difference?”

“Because saving the world is exhausting,” you reply, sprawled out across his lab bench.

He’s about to launch into another lecture when a loud crash interrupts him. Someone’s trying to steal Hextech. Before Jayce can react, you’re already there, lifting the thief like they weigh nothing and tossing them out the door.

Jayce stares at you, wide-eyed. “Why don’t you do that all the time?”

“Because you’re here to handle it,” you say with a wink.

Viktor

Viktor watches you curiously, his analytical mind trying to piece together your contradictions. “You possess remarkable strength, yet you avoid its application. Why?”

“Because life’s too short to sweat the small stuff,” you reply, lounging against the wall.

He doesn’t fully understand your logic until one of Silco’s men shows up, trying to intimidate him. You intervene without hesitation, dismantling the threat with clinical precision.

Viktor blinks in surprise. “You are an enigma.”

You grin lazily. “And you’re welcome.”

Mel

Mel’s sharp gaze follows you as you avoid yet another council meeting. “You could achieve so much if you applied yourself,” she says, her voice dripping with intrigue.

“Or I could enjoy my life without unnecessary effort,” you counter, reclining in her lavish chair.

When the council chambers are attacked, she doesn’t expect you to act—but you do. With a flick of your wrist, you disarm the attackers, your movements a perfect blend of power and elegance.

Mel’s lips curve into a small smile. “Perhaps I underestimated you.”

“And perhaps I prefer it that way,” you reply, settling back down as if nothing happened.

See pinned.

[tojisun]

cw: john price x f!reader - older man/younger girl; smut; smidge daddy kink; meet cute or smthn

thinking about being moderately creeped out when the waiter came your way and told you that your tab has actually been settled by that gentleman over there.

and you’re quite hesitant to look around and acknowledge the gentleman’s presence but your friends are whooping, making kissy faces and being so embarrassingly obvious at their own checking-out that you bit the bullet and turned around, dutifully ignoring the lump lodged in your throat—

oh.

well, that’s one good looking man, sure. kind of young for your taste though, if you’re being honest but if he’s treating you and your friends, then you guess that’s—

the man beside him turns, meets your gaze, and shoots you a sultry wink.

his scruff and his hair is a mess of salt and pepper, and he’s got crinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and he’s got tan skin like he just spent a summer in greece while you were honest to god killing yourself for your capstone as your graduation is coming close, and—

“yeah,” your friend laughs, all sleazy. “he’s your type, ain’t he? a fucking dilf.”

oh.

so that younger one is—

god, he’s almost twice your age then if that kid’s his son. what the fuck that’s—

“please shoot your shot before we lose this group-sugar daddy,” another one of your friends chirps and that forces an ugly snort your way but mr. dilf doesn’t even look turned off by the way his smile just grew and- oh god, he’s standing up and he’s moving close and—

“hey, sweetheart,” he says and honestly the british accent is just uncalled for.

“hi,” you reply after being jabbed on your side.

his scruff dances as his humour bloats. he nods his head to the group and turns back at you.

fuck, yeah okay so— “thanks for that, by the way. you didn’t have to.”

he shrugs. “i wanted to. ‘sides, all that money ought to be spent on a pretty thing, don’t you think?”

pretty thing — does he mean you?

that…

that honestly does it for you.

your cheeks tingle with warmth as shyness creeps in. you feel yourself slowly clamming up, still so painfully unused to being the point of attraction. no one has ever liked you above your friends, but there he is, so suave and beautiful in his tan and charming in an honestly concerning way as he pours all his attention to you. not them but you.

“do you want to, uh, go somewhere? show me around or something?”

he huffs a fond laugh and offers his hand — big and callused, with a scar drawn across his whole palm — and says, “thought you’ll never ask.”

he pulls you up. “name’s john.” he tips his head back to his table, one that’s now bar of the other patron. “that was my son, lucas.”

you didn’t even notice that john’s hand has left your own until you felt it on the small of your back.

“and what about you?”

“huh?” you ask, trying to focus on not tripping on your feet.

“what shall i call you, sweetheart?”

“oh,” you say, blinking, before muttering your name.

john hums something deep in the base of his throat.

“beautiful.”

and, somehow, you know that he doesn’t just mean your name but he means you.

.

(it ends with you on his hotel bed, speared open by his cock. you’ve never been this wet before, walls all loose and squelching as he fucks it even deeper, punching the head into the pucker of your cervix.

john is all quiet grunts, animalistic as he devours you.

jesus, this man couldn’t truly be almost twice your age — how the fuck is he moving this way?

he fills you up to the point of tears, and fills you up even more, pushing and pressing in until he’s all snug in you, his pelvis flushed to yours. you feel so full. so stuffed that you couldn’t even moan right, raspy breaths all that could puff out of you.

“s’good!” you hiccup, sobbing, twitching at the drag of his cock as john pulls out only to choke on your own voice when he fucks in.

“jo-hnnn, s’good! s’good!”

“yeah?” he grunts, scruff tickling the shell of your ear. “y’feel so good ‘round me, darling. tight like a vice. christ, has no one ever fucked you open? stretched you out good?”

you shake your head, whining because no. no one’s fucked you this way. no one’s filled you this way. and if they did, everything’s been overwritten by john.

and his thick fingers and wide palms and his fat cock, fucking in, in, in.

“oh, darlin’,” he croons, his skin slapping against your own. “don’t worry, then, love. daddy’s going t’fix you up, ‘kay? daddy’s going t’make you feel so good, i promise.”

daddy—

fuck.

fuck.)

[yuvany]

꒰ 🥊 ꒱ ENHYPEN IN THE RING

// ENHYPEN as boxers and you're their number one prize.

─── ( on point ) OT7 x female reader contains : fluff + violence mentioned + pet names + est relationship + cameras + boxing!au + non!idol enha + not proofread 887 wc

reblogs + feedback always appreciated !!

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

Being in the boxing ring felt natural to him, but to you, it just felt as if you were praying for Heeseung to be alright every time he fought someone bigger than him. You didn't worry too much as you knew how talented he was and how he managed to beat people who mocked him for him size. Seeing someone fall to the ground never felt this relieving. You rushed up and enveloped his face in between your palms as you pressed a kiss to his lips for his victory. "Worried? For me?" He asks when you both are on your way home. "Yeah, what if you got really hurt?" You said, fidgeting with your thumbs, avoiding his gaze. "I'll be alright, yeah? I wouldn't want to worry you." Heeseung takes your hand in his.

(rest of the memebers below the cut)

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

always worried what you thought of him doing this sport. He knew the dangers of this sport, and he knew that he could get injured really badly, but something always pushed him to continue. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush. During matches, he'd always contemplate if he should quit or not after seeing other boxers bleed from their noses while being knocked out. That anxiousness quickly disperse as he sees you in the crowd, jumping and cheering his name. He puts on a smile for you. Some time later, Jay asked, "what do you think of me doing boxing?" You take a moment to think before answering, "I'm really happy that you're doing something you like, and I'll always support you." You reassure with a kiss to his cheek.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

He adores the comforting speeches you give him before each match. How they always manage to calm him down when his nerves were playing a trick on him. "baby, I'm nervous." Jake says, his hands clutching to your side, not wanting to part from your closeness while his coach is urging him to hurry up. "Why are you so stressed, Jakey? We both know how awsome you'll be. Just go and do what you love." You say, slowly walking towards the ring so that he can jump in. Jake sighs and hums at your words. "You'll be watching, right?" He asks, his puppy eyes gleaming under the bright stadium lights. "Of course." You say, patting his back before you shoo him inside.

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙉

Sunghoon loves showing you off to everyone just as much as you love cheering him on. Post-match, you'd be the first person he'd run over to as the cameras pan over to the couple. He doesn't care about what anyone says or sees, and instead he presses his lips to your face over and over again making sure that the camera and audience does not miss his love for you. Sunghoon is a firm believer that your love is worth more than any prize he'll ever win in his boxing career. After each match he'd win, the internet would be flooded by news making headlines of you and him, which always managed to put a smile on your face.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢

Sunoo didn't brag about his wins, even though he had a swelling ego, he was humble. Before each match, he'd wrap his arms around you, his head snuggled against your shoulder as you pat his back, urging him to let go and get ready for the fight, "Sunsun, it's time to go now." He doesn't let go and you just sigh. "Promise me that we'll go on a date later." He compromises, and you easily agree to it, because it's a date? While in the ring, you cheer the loudest, and he hears you since you're standing in the first row, but when the match is over and he is the clear winner, he doesn't hesitate to shoot you a quick wink.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

You loved watching him combat his friends during practice, but when it was time for the competition, you were starting to feel a bit anxious - your heart beating like a drum against your chest. You whisper a soft "good luck," before he gives you a bright smile and climed into the fighting arena. You watched with dread filling you up, and all you cared for was his safety. Seeing him get hit, you jump out of your seat with your palms hovering over your agape mouth that opened due to shock. You try to reassure yourself that he'd be okay, and luckily he was. "You really gave me a scare!" You lightly hit his shoulder, and he just pulled you against his chest.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

You honestly didn't worry too much about him when he fought. Riki is a strong person, both physically and mentally. While he speaks to his coach during break time, Riki wraps one arm around your shoulders lazily as he leans his body against yours. You can hear his short breaths due to exhaustion, but you don't pull away, even though he is sweating. With a nod, there is little time left to spend and he presses a kiss to your head before he rushes back inside. When he wins, he runs over to you with a bright smile as cameras are aimed at him. One interviewer shouts, "What do you think of the prize you're winning." "What do you mean? I've got her right here!" He shouts back as he motions to you.

TAGLIST : @dollyhoon @itjengirl @saeivra @orimuraa @pshwrldd

[xxgoldie]

lighter x reader, alcohol (lighter is drunk, nitro-fuel is alcoholic here), otherwise just pure fluff

thinking about lighter, stumbling up to you, the smell of nitro-fuel on his breath (and his shirt - he'd definitely spilled some on himself earlier, though with how unstable he was standing, you were hardly surprised). a bit of a party atmosphere had developed around steeltusk's bar tonight, and lighter had definitely had more than he should have. you had barely joined the gathering for a few minutes, relaxing a bit further from the bar, but as soon as he'd noticed you, he had made a (very wobbly) beeline for you.

"(Y/N)."

his hands went to your shoulder, using you to stabilise himself, even though his weight made you stumble a bit too.

"hi," you laughed, a rare sight to see the champion so discomposed, though he was looking into your eyes with a slightly nervewracking seriousness through those shades.

"we should get married."

it took you a couple beats to process his slurred words. heat rushed to your face, one you hoped, if someone noticed, you could blame on the one drink you'd had so far. you searched his face for the punchline, or any sort of elaboration. all you found was a similar searching - he was waiting for you to answer. he was almost pleading with his eyes, swaying a little from the alcohol - this was absurd.

"you are so drunk," was all you could muster, chuckling in disbelief. lighter collapsed against you, arms wrapping around your neck and head on your shoulder, and you swore you heard a very uncharacteristic whine leave his mouth.

"you don't want to marry me," he pouted - just how many drinks had burnice given him, that lighter lorenz, infamous red scarf of the sons of calydon, was pouting?

"hey, i didn't say that," you comforted him, instinctively petting his hair in a way he seemed to enjoy. and it wasn't a lie - it was something you had dreamed about several times, but... "i just feel like you've skipped a few steps here, you know? we're just friends, lighter. and you really are very drunk."

he picked himself up from your shoulder to look at you again, but he was so close this time, the tip of his nose barely an inch from yours, his full bodyweight still leaning on you. for the first time, you really realised the position the two of you were in, and so publicly, the crowded bar not far away. but you couldn't quite get yourself to focus on them, not when there was so little space between you, and his stupid handsome face took up your entire field of view. the musky scent of his cologne cut through the smell of nitro-fuel and it made your thoughts brain spin even more, so you waited for him to say something. you doubted you could come up with any more coherent thoughts.

"what's step one?" he said eventually. you frowned, not sure what he meant. "what?" "you said I skipped steps. what's step one?" "to marrying me??" "yeah."

once again, you had to pause to process. was this his weird, misguided, honestly really cute, way of confessing to you? there was no way - but there was a sincerity in his gaze that went past alcohol. the best answer would probably be 'ask me on a date when you're sober', but he was too pretty to be considering best answers, and your mouth moved faster than your brain did.

"probably this," you muttered, then pulled him forward by the scarf, closing the distance between you. even drunk, his reaction time was instantaneous - you were the one to initiate the kiss, but his hands were around your waist so quickly it surprised you, pulling you somehow even closer into him. it was clumsy but full of heat, and you could feel his mouth form a victorious grin against yours.

when you eventually pulled away, though, your gaze was immediately drawn away from his to the rest of the sons of calydon, who were whooping and cheering from the bar.

"yes! i told you it'd go well, lighter!" caesar called, shooting you a wink. Lighter only responded to her with a thumbs up, his head returning to rest on your shoulder again.

"did you tell him to do that?" you yelled back, head still reeling from the kiss.

"so what? neither of you were gonna take the leap sober," she replied, and you realised she wasn't behind his words - not intentionally, anyway.

"he proposed to me!"

a round of shocked laughter from the gang, except for lucy;

"he WHAT?"

i truly had no idea how to end this. but like. i love lighter so so much but i especially love him being dorky and down bad. wc: 757

[savi0rr]

Sweet Wife .ᐟ

Viktor x Fem! Wife! Reader

In which, Viktor’s sweet wife came to visit him. But only at night, not to be seen by anyone.

a/n: this is like….a part to my other one I think idk

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“I can’t believe you sneaked in,” Viktor scolded, his voice a blend of exasperation and underlying relief as you stood within the confines of the dimly lit lab. Shadows flickered and danced around the cluttered workbench, creating an atmosphere that felt both secretive and intimate. You could sense the weight of his words, yet a playful smile tugged at your lips, fueled by a mischievous spark. “Dear, could you truly blame me? I’d sneak into anywhere just to see you,” you replied, your voice light and teasing, tilting your head in a manner that conveyed a hint of innocence.

Viktor let out a resigned sigh, his shoulders visibly slumping as he leaned his weight onto his crutch. The familiar crunch of metal against the cold floor resonated in the stillness of the lab, accentuating the solitude of the space. You caught sight of the flickering fluorescent bulbs, their dim light illuminating the weariness etched on his face, a testament to long hours spent lost in his work.

Eager to alleviate his discomfort, you brightened, your fingers gently resting on his shoulders, feeling the tension beneath them. “What did I tell you about standing for too long?” you chided softly, a mixture of concern and affection coloring your tone as you guided him toward the chair. With a blend of reluctance and grace, Viktor finally set his crutch aside, his gaze lifting to meet yours. The warmth of your presence seemed to draw his attention, and his eyes wandered to the gleam of your wedding ring, a small yet brilliant beacon sparkling in the dim light, catching his focus like a moth to a flame.

You noticed his fascination, and a playful smirk danced on your lips. “My husband made it for me,” you said, positioning yourself in front of him, your heart swelling with pride at the thought of his craftsmanship and love.

Viktor responded with a deadpan expression, though the corners of his lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile. “Lucky man he is,” he muttered, turning his chair slightly as he moved closer to the desk, the scent of various chemicals mingling with the warmth of shared moments stolen in this sanctuary of intellect and passion.

Pouting softly, you leaned against the desk, feeling the coolness of the polished surface against your skin, grounding you in this moment. “Don’t be like that, dear,” you teased lightly, infusing your voice with a playful lilt. Setting your book bag down with a soft thud, you began rummaging through it, your fingers dancing over the contents in search of a little surprise you had carefully tucked away.

Viktor raised an eyebrow, curiosity flaring in his gaze as he leaned in closer, intrigued yet cautious. “I’m not sure if I want to know what you’re about to pull out…” he said, a hint of wariness threading through his voice, curiosity mixing with anticipation.

You giggled softly, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through you as you finally produced a small container from your bag. Viktor’s interest piqued; his eyes darted from the container to you, anticipation bubbling in the air between you. “Don’t give me that look,” you huffed playfully, lifting the lid with a flourish to reveal your surprise—a delicate slice of cake, its layers rich and inviting, a masterpiece of indulgence adorned with swirls of cream and colorful sprinkles.

“I know we were both busy on the day we were meant to go on that date…” you murmured, your cheeks warming with a soft blush as you recalled the moment. “I just happened to pass by our favorite bakery, and I couldn’t resist picking this up,” you added, your voice tender as you shot him a wink overflowing with mischief, the kind that made your heart flutter.

Viktor’s expression transformed, a softness washing over him as warmth spread across his pale cheeks. He watched you, his heart swelling with affection, the moment a sweet balm to his weary spirit. “Then I wonder if this cake will taste just as sweet as you,” he mused, the words lingering in the air like a beloved melody, wrapped in a teasing charm.

Suddenly, a beautiful silence enveloped you both, your heart began to race at his flirtatious remark. “V-Viktor!” you stammered, eyes wide and captivated as he decisively took a bite of the cake. The playful smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips suggested he enjoyed this moment far too much. “You taste better,” he shrugged nonchalantly, throwing a hint of challenge your way, leaving you both flustered and charmed by the sweet exchange between you.

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edit: ik i just posted this, but im going to back and change a few things about it because i feel like i over did it and made it….a lot loving than i would expect from Viktor? Is it just me? Idk but pls let me know if i should change it or just leave😭

[enigmatist17]

Continuation/just ideas I have of the Mecha Pilot Jazz Au by @keferon

First part can be found here :)

A03 version -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/60978709

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No one is really sure what to think when Jazz finally returns to the general populace, the crowded common room he steps into with Prowl at his side going silent at the mech's arrival.

No, not a mech, a frame piloted by an organic Wheeljack swore to the Pit and back was smaller than most of their servos.

"Soooo, what's up?" Jazz leaned against the closest table as Prowl got himself some energon, no longer keeping up the pretense he needed such liquid.

"That's what you have to say?" Starscream gawked from his seat, the seeker looking like he wanted to start dissecting Jazz's mecha as much as pry the pilot out. "Are all organics from your planet this...this flippant?"

"Not really?" Jazz shrugged, glad no one could see the grin on his face when Prowl rejoined him, placing himself between Jazz and everyone else in the room with a minute flick of his doorwings. "Hell, you sound like one of my commanders, he'd be having a fit right about now."

"Rightfully so, I should say." Mirage commented from behind Jazz, the pilot grinning to himself when he turned, only to see what was supposedly a blank wall. "Then again, you seem to be the type of bo - organic to cause mayhem on the regular."

"Human." Jazz could hear more than a few processors whir at the strange term, and after a moment, grabs a seat at the table next to him. "Organic sounds weird to me, so you can call me human or just my name, I'm not picky."

"Human...weird." Jazz isn't sure who spoke as his visor offlined, ensuring his mecha was supported before fully breaking the connection. The entire room went silent when Jazz's chassis made a soft click before opening, noises of alarm escaping vocalizers as they expected to see a spark, wondering what in Primus' name the org - human was thinking when something moved. What should have been a spark chamber was something else entirely, the central interior some sort of piloting seat that housed the human they'd all come to trust and fight alongside, who waved as he undid a harness. Prowl was the only thing stopping the Cybertronians around Jazz from moving any closer, his doorwings up in a sharp V when he carefully placed one of his servos just below Jazz, Mirage shimmering into view on the other side of Jazz's mecha when the human hopped onto the limb.

"Hey, fellas." Prowl kept his hold on Jazz as he stepped back from the temporarily deactivated suit, setting him on the table's surface as carefully as possible. "Aw, thanks Prowler!"

"You look strange for an organic." Thundercracker tilted his helm slightly, wanting a closer look but not stupid enough to test how close he could actually get.

"I guess?" Jazz reached up to unlatch his helmet, biting back a laugh when there were a few surprised vents at the reveal of his hair. "Back home, I'd say I'm about the best we humans can look."

"With an ego to match." Mirage cycled his optics with a smirk, eyeing his friend curiously while keeping himself between any bot stupid enough to try and sneak up on Prowl's blindside. "Your frame suits you."

"And don't I know it." Jazz winked, setting his helmet on the table by his feet. "Man, you guys are just...so much bigger in person. I mean I know you are, it's just weird ta see it with my own eyes, er optics."

"Trust me, it's weird for us too." Sideswipe commented from his spot among the crowd, amused more than anything when the inevitable questions started pouring in. To his credit, Jazz tries to answer some of them, but he steps back when Prowl draws himself to his full height and silences almost everyone when he crosses his arms, smiling to himself when the bot speaks.

"If you have any further questions, you can ask them another time, most of you are late for your assigned duty shifts, Jazz included."

"Ya wound me Prowler!" The human let out a whine at the supposed betrayal, but the grin never left his face as he turned to his mecha. "I guess I could get movin', don't want to keep Brawn too late."

"Indeed." Prowl offered his servo once more, aware of the many prying optics watching as Jazz hopped onto his palm, slipping his strange helm covering back on as he was safely delivered back to his larger frame. They watched Jazz buckle himself back into the harness within the spa - piloting chamber, the chassis closing up when something connected with the back of his helm covering, the visor on the frame they were all accustomed to lighting up with a slight hum.

"Fun time's over." Jazz waved his servo, everyone murmuring to each other while they slowly dispersed. "Man that was fun."

"You find most activities fun, dangerous or otherwise." Prowl shook his helm in exasperation as Jazz laughed, the human leaning over to gently bonk his helm against Prowl's.

"I'll see you later, gorgeous." With that Jazz sweeps out of the room, Prowl watching him go with a look that made Mirage do a double take.

"You definitely chose someone...interesting." The saboteur chuckled, saving the image of a soft smile on Prowl's face for some future use.

"So I have..."

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Jazz had wondered what Prowl's face felt like from the moment the met, in awe at how the metal creased and smoothed out much like his own skin did. Would it be cold and stiff, or warm and pliable? Ah the thought plagued him from time to time, becoming worse when he fell for said mech.

So, when he comes across Prowl asleep (no recharge) at his desk, a data pad clutched in his clawed hands, Jazz grins. Locking the door to Prowl's office, more for the tactician's peace of mind than his own, Jazz quietly grabs the only other chair in the room and sets it down on the other side of Prowl's desk, resting one arm on top of the table. Prowl is still asleep when Jazz powers down the link with his mecha, shivering at the sensation of becoming so small before slowly unbuckling himself, setting his helmet aside before starting the (admittedly) long journey across the room. Thankfully his magnetic lock boots made his journey down the arm of his faithful mecha relatively safe, staring up at his boyfriend (boybot? Ugh no, no way in hell) with an amused smile.

"Always gonna be the smallest huh?"

Now, here comes the hard part, one that could end up getting him flung across the room or smashed into paste if he triggered the wrong response from his sleeping partner. Okay, deep breath, and with a quick crossing of his fingers, Jazz activated the magnetics in his gloves before placing them on Prowl's arm as a test run. One doorwing twitched at the initial contact, but Prowl remained still, and with a deep breath Jazz started climbing, climbing up his mech's arm nice and slow. It was a little tricky when he reached Prowl's shoulder, but with a little awkward shuffling and a twist of his upper body, Jazz was within reach of his partner's face.

Now here comes the Hard Part Two: Electric Boogaloo.

It took a few tries to unwrap the base of his glove with his teeth, heart racing when he was only attached to Prowl via his shoes and magnetized knee pads in order to free his hand, but soon he was ready to do the biggest thing he's wanted to since he first laid eyes on Prowl. His hand is shaking slightly, but that doesn't matter when it makes contact with Prowl's cheek, brain short circuiting at how...soft and warm the metal was to his touch. While it didn't exactly move with his touch, Jazz could feel the nanites that were on the outer surface of every Cybertronian react, twitching when he felt a buzzing under his finger tips. He becomes used to the buzz as he takes his time mapping out the dips and curves of Prowl's face, missing the cycling of optics before a loud chirp breaks the silence, Jazz yelping as he jerked back in surprise far enough to detach from Prowl's shoulder. He doesn't fall very far when he lands on a hand (servo dude) with a grunt, Prowl looking worried as Jazz propped himself up on one arm.

"Are you alright?"

"Yep! Next time I need ta clip a harness on you or somethin', don't want to fall again." Jazz waved with his uncovered hand, sitting cross-legged on Prowl's palm. "Saw you asleep, an' I couldn't resist."

"Resist what?" A quick look at his chronometer showed he'd not been asleep too long, optics flickering down to his partner when he felt something strange touch one of his digits.

"This might sound kinda weird, but I've wanted ta touch your face since we met." Jazz had uncovered his second hand and was touching the closest digit, a look he couldn't classify crossing Jazz's face when he gave it a squeeze. "Weird, these are warm, but not as warm as your face."

"Did you enjoy your...examination?" Something fluttered in his spark at the smile Jazz gave him, and once again gave thanks to Primus that he'd been given a chance.

"Mhm! I'd love to again some time, see those pretty lil' optics of yours." Jazz winked, watching doorwings give a full on flutter. "Glad we both agree."

"You shall be the end of me, Jazz." Embarrassment colors Prowl's words as he sits back in his chair, watching Jazz lay back on his palm, hands underneath his head as he sighs happily.

"Your hand is pretty comfy...not a sentence I ever expected to say to my boyfriend, but it is what it is."

"I suppose you shall have to make yourself comfortable then, I still have some reports to finish." Prowl clicked, grabbing the pad he'd been reading before he fell asleep.

"Gives me an excuse to nap then." Jazz moved to remove the outer layer that supported his pedes, his processor supplying the word shoe as Jazz resumed his position with a yawn. "Have fun Prowler."

"Have a pleasant recharge, Jazz."

Jazz doesn't need to know he had already completed his work before his "nap", merely settling in for a novel he'd wanted to get through as his partner slept in his grasp.

[mekakitsune]

mean!jinx x fem!reader - nsfw - minors dni

request from anon: "Hi love, I would like to request Jinx x Reader. The reader is Jinx's girlfriend and they are at the bar and a guy approaches the reader asking if the reader would like to go out with him and Jinx obviously doesn't like it, can this end with her fucking the reader to show everyone that the reader is hers? Please 😮‍💨"

dates in public really werent jinx's thing, or yours for that matter. she would always say something along the lines of "why go out when we have everything we need here?" by here, she meant her "workshop"– where it was cluttered with mechanical parts and the smell of gunpowder hung heavy in the air constantly. it was more than enough, but sometimes, even you needed a break. had you not been so convincing, jinx would have not let you drag her out to the last drop. she didn't like drinking, nor did she like the usuals at the bar. they were loud, arrogant, and just plain gross.

she sat at the end of the bar, some fruity juice concoction in her cup as she swirled her straw around the glass looking less than interested in what was happening around her.

"i want another drink, ill be right back, kay?" you lean into her, and she nods, watching you hop off the stool and stroll (rather stumble) to the other end of the bar where the bartender stood. she watched as you smiled sweetly at the man, leaning against the bar as you recite your order. he nods and moves to make your drink, leaving you to stand waiting. without notice, a man slinks in beside you, with an unsettling smirk on his lips.

"put the lovely ladies drink on my tab, would ya?" he gruffed at the bartender, sending you a wink as he spoke. you smile politely, shaking your head as you speak up– "hey... im alright but thank yo-"

"nonsense, let me treat a pretty lady to a drink, yeah?" he cut you off. he reeked of booze, and was ultimately too close for comfort.

"okay...its a just a drink, but im a-" he cuts you off again.

"see, knew you'd want it. so hows about we getchu that drink and then ditch this place?" he smirks again, placing a hand on your shoulder, one eye brow cocked like he was waiting for you to agree. before you could utter a word, an arm wraps around your waist, and the mans hand drops from your shoulder immediately.

"sorry to interrupt whatever youre trying to do here, but shes taken."

jinxs sneers at the man, looking like she was ready to pounce any second. the man, stupidly, didnt budge– obviously not seeing your girlfriend as much of a threat. her fingers gripped your hip, hard.

"ohh so its like that? y'know, ive always wanted to see some girl on girl action in real time." the man stands, arrogant and overly confident. the smirk on his lips made your stomach twist. without thinking, per her style, jinx lunges at the man, slamming her fist into his nose.

your eyes go wide as the man stumbles back, hand gripping his now bloody nose. "you little bitch..."

the man moves quickly towards her, but a familiar metallic hand finds his shoulder first.

"you two. out. now."

it was sevika, of course she had been there. she had been watching the two of you since you walked in, knowing trouble was bound to come with you guys around, it seemed like it always did.

"i'll fuckin kill you..." the man spat, trying to remove himself from sevikas grip. she looked at you sternly, and you got the message from the expression on her face.

"pssh, you wish." jinx muttered mockingly, clearly not wanting to leave without finishing what she started, or rather, without killing this guy first. you grab her wrist and speak– "lets just go jinx, cmon.." you pull her towards you, and she follows as you drag her towards the door. shouts from the man can be heard from behind you, and jinx stops in her tracks to flip him off. you bite back a laugh as you tug her along into the cool air outside of the bar.

"what a creep..." she spoke low, eyes ahead of her as she walked, avoiding your gaze completely.

"im sorr–" suddenly she whips around to face you, brows furrowed. "i mean seriously? that perv was all over you, and you were gonna let him buy you a drink!? are you stupid?" she cuts you off to rant, making you shut your mouth.

"he could have done something bad, and you were just gonna let him? the hells wrong with you?" she continued, hands moving dramatically.

"i was just gonna empty his pockets when he wasnt looking, jinx... aren't you the one that always says "if you see an opening, take it?"– you quote her. "its clear he had money..."

this seems to make her head rush, anger and possessiveness rushing through her. before you can process it, shes grabbing your arm and dragging you into the alley on your right. with shocking force, she presses you against the wall, her face dangerously close to yours as her eyes bore into yours.

"that doesn't mean go around and act like some sort of slut." she squints, cocking her head to the side.

"are you kidding? fuck you, jinx. i-" she doesnt let you finish as she smashing her lips into yours, hard enough to bruise, surely. you gasp at her suddenness, and her hands find your hips again, pinning you to the wall behind you.

her tongue wins the easy battle for dominance, completely consuming you as if the two of you werent stood in an alley. the only light was a dingy street lamp, casting a warm glow onto the two of you. the kiss was hot, messy as she took control of every movement, hips pressing into yours. she pulls back from the kiss, chest heaving as her hands find your belt.

"what are you doing?" you pant, watching her as her skilled hands mess with your waistband.

"whats it look like, dollface." her tone is low, and you can tell shes serious about taking you right here in the alley.

"cmon...not here...people could see us." you shift your hips as much as you can, but theres little to no room between you and the wall, so your attempt are deemed useless. ignoring you, her fingers pop the button on your pants, and find their way into your underwear.

her lips are on you again, flush with your neck as she sucks marks into the skin.

"let em'. dont care." her words are muffled against your neck. you gasp quietly as her fingers find your slick folds, a low chuckle coming from her.

"see? slut. all worked up, and from what, hm? some creep sweet talkin you?" she rambles, her words making your skin flush. her fingers circle your clit, making you buck into her as she holds you steady with her other hand. the cool metal of her finger bleeds through the layer of fabric riding up your hips. soon enough, shes moving her fingers and sliding them into your cunt, making you whimper. you feel her smirk against your neck, lips leaving a trail of searing marks with the intention of claiming whats hers.

"or is it that you like the thought of being caught, hm?" her fingers pushed a relentless pace, making your knees shake. "y'like me fuckin you in public baby?" her words are making your head spin, along with her fingers inside of you. her breathing picks up again when she hears you whine, cunt tightening around her fingers.

"m'close, please..." you muttered helplessly, surely dripping down her wrist at this point. she presses a kiss to your lips as she pulls her hand away. you watch in awe, chest moving rapidly as her fingers come to her mouth, sucking them clean.

"what the fuck?" you pant, fingers wrapping around her wrist. she simply smiles, before slipping out of your grasp.

"s'one thing to act like you enjoy being flirted with, but im not about to make you cum where anyone could see." she shrugs, her grin sinister as she turns on her heel.

in disbelief, your shaky hands move to fix your pants and belt. she had it coming once you stepped back into the confines of her workshop, that was one thing for certain.

thank u for the yummy rq i hope u enjoy :3

[mynameismckenziemae]

No Nut November

Part 2 (Part 1 here)

Jake Seresin x Female Reader/You x Bradley Bradshaw

Summary: Jake and Bradley give you a taste of your own medicine.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! This work contains: adult language, dirty talk, MFM, M/M, teasing, ass play/anal, oral (m and f receiving), a little spanking, unprotected p in v, unprotected p in a, cum play, etc.

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Jake stays where he is, his fingers tracing the handprints he left as he takes in the scene unfolding.

“I’m assuming you didn’t mean to call me?” He hits the red button as he steps forward into the room. Your eyes narrow at your traitorous phone beeping under the pillow to signal the call ending.

“No,” you shake your head, “I’m so-“

“But you did mean to send me those pictures,” he interrupts, stopping at the end of the bed where Jake is, “didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” you murmur, cheeks flushing as if that’s the most embarrassing part of all of this.

“She sent them to you too,” Bradley says to Jake while looking at you. It’s not a question.

“She did,” Jake confirms. You hold your breath until he continues. “She’s always been a greedy girl.”

“So fuckin’ greedy,” Bradley agrees, shaking his head, “and not only is she a dirty little slut, but she’s dishonest too.”

Jake stiffens at the name but relaxes when Bradley winks, nodding his chin at the way your eyelashes flutter and your teeth sink into your lower lip to keep from moaning before you answer.

“I’m not-when was I dishonest?”

“I won’t tell Roo if you won’t,” Bradley mockingly repeats your words and then slaps your ass himself.

Your face burns when you whimper.

“What should we do with her?” Bradley asks Jake while kneading your reddened skin.

“I think,” Jake responds, “we should give her what she wants. We both fuck her.”

Your heart pounds at his words…and stops when Bradley continues.

“I think you’re right,” he murmurs, “but she needs to be taught a lesson first.”

“Yep,” Jake pops the ‘p’, spanking each already-sore ass cheek again.

“What are you gonna do to me?” You ask, lifting your head when Bradley starts rifling through your bedside drawer.

“Whatever we want,” Jake answers, giving you another round of heavy swats.

It fucking hurts. And yet, you want more.

“I’ll tie her hands,” Bradley ignores your questions completely, holding out something for Jake that you can’t quite see, “while you start getting her ready for this. Unless you don’t know…how?”

Jake scoffs as he snatches the items and you flinch when you hear a cap open before cold lube trickles between your cheeks, “I know how. I’ve had anal before.”

“Oh,” you whimper as he runs his index finger through the lube before slowly circling your hole.

“Yeah?” Bradley asks while he takes a silk scarf and ties one of your wrists before looping it through the headboard and tying the other.

“Relax, that’s it,” Jake murmurs as he starts pressing the tip of his finger inside you, “Yeah, I usually top but I have bottomed before.”

Everything below your waist clenches at the images his words conjure. The way he interacts with Bradley always made you wonder if he was also into men, but hearing him confirm it is so unbelievably hot.

Bradley apparently didn’t know either. The way his head whips to look at him is laughable. But laughing is the last thing on your mind as Jake continues pushing his finger into your ass.

“You’re bi too?” Bradley asks, pausing his tying.

That much you knew. Bradley was more open about his sexuality.

“Yeah,” Jake says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Huh,” Bradley leans in closer to finish knotting the scarf. “I didn’t know.”

“Obviously,” Jake snorts.

“I-“ Bradley’s response is cut short when you lift your head to mouth his erection, smiling when he jolts.

He drops your tied wrist and spanks your ass so hard it echoes across the room.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” Jake chuckles, “there’s no denyin’ it with how hard you just squeezed my finger.”

Your face burns hotter as you hide in the comforter.

“Add another,” Bradley says, “she can take it. Not sure if you know, but our girl here likes taking toys in her ass. She’s been begging me to fuck it.”

Your heart skips at his words. Our girl.

“Really?” Jake hums, rubbing his finger around your rim before squirting more lube and pressing in a second beside it, “She’s been holding’ out on me.”

“Such a bad girl,” Bradley murmurs, kneading your ass cheek again, “what are we going to do with her?”

“Well,” Jake answers, stretching your rim again with his two thick fingers, “I’m going to finish stretching this pretty ass before putting the plug in and then I’m going to take care of your…” Jake pauses with a chuckle, nodding at his groin, “I was going to say your little problem, but that’s far from little, Bradshaw.”

“Fuck,” Bradley breathes, “You’re…you want-“

“Yeah,” Jake cuts him off as he pulls his fingers out and opens the lube again. You mewl from the loss but soon you feel the pressure of the cool silicone, “I want you. I’ve been pulling your pigtails for years. Guess I wasn’t as obvious as I thought.”

“I had no idea,” Bradley murmurs, “I thought you were just an asshole.”

“I am,” Jake smirks.

The sound of Bradley’s breath catching makes you turn your head; Jake’s free hand finds Bradley’s dog tags to pull him in for a kiss.

The sight alone makes you moan, but it turns whiny when always multi-tasking Jake continues pushing the plug in, pausing at the widest part, guiding it in and out, teasing your rim just to torture you.

He chuckles against Bradley’s lips, breaking the kiss so they can watch your body take it.

And then it’s in. It’s too much, yet not enough and sofuckinggood.

“You good, sweetheart?” Bradley checks, running a soothing hand from your still-red cheek up your back to gently knead the back of your neck before dipping down to kiss you.

“I’m good,” you whisper, “Wish it was you instead of the toy.”

A gasp is ripped from when Jake’s teeth sink into the tender flesh of your ass. “You’ll get it if you can behave. But I get him first.”

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While Jake washes his hands, Bradley flips you onto your back, your arms still tied and now crossed above your head.

“Please Roo,” you beg fruitlessly while he strips off his shirt, ditching his pants next. Your mouth waters at the thick line of his erection straining against his boxer briefs, “Let me go. Let me touch you.”

“Not yet,” he murmurs, kissing a line up your thigh, “I am gonna have a taste though.”

Your eyes roll back at the first lazy swipe of his tongue and you have to bite yours to keep from screaming. Bradley’s never in a hurry and it’s so infuriatingly hot.

“Hurry,” you plead, lifting your hips, “before he comes back.”

Bradley ignores your pleas, groaning into your pussy as he slowly devours you, “Fuck, it’s like I can taste him.”

You don’t realize your eyes have fallen closed until they fly open at Jake’s voice.

“I’ll let you have a real taste of me if you ask nicely,” Jake smirks weaving a hair into Bradley’s curls, naked as the day he was born. He’s already starting to get hard again.

Bradley groans again while your head falls back to the pillow with a pitiful whimper, knowing Jake is about to pull him away.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he guides Bradley by the hold of his hair. “You do everything like you fly, huh? Unhurried, steady, yet…precise. I can tell she’s getting close.”

As much as you’re trying to hide your tells, the smug asshole is right. His green eyes rake over your trembling body as the pleasure begins to peak.

“You’re not gonna let her cum though, are you?” Jake continues, making Bradley shake his head ‘no’ before pulling him away, effectively halting your imminent orgasm.

Bradley lets him do it again. And again. Edging you until tears begin to prickle at your eyes.

“Got a taste of your own medicine,” Jake grins at the pathetic mess you’ve become, “you don’t like being teased either, do ya?”

“Please,” you shake your head with a whine, trying to keep Bradley where he is with your legs when Jake finally pulls him up for good, “pleasepleaseplease, I promise I’ll be good. Please let me cum?”

“No,” Jake says, making you cry out when he reaches over to slap your clit before capturing Bradley in a kiss again, groaning at the taste of you on his lips.

“Fuck,” Bradley sighs, running his hands over Jake’s sides and across his ass as Jake nips along his jaw, “you’re nak-when did you get naked?”

“In the bathroom,” Jake laughs softly, leaving a sizable lovebite on his collarbone, “your turn.”

Jake’s look is predatory when he pushes Bradley on his back beside you before leaving more hickeys across his Adonis belt you love to kiss so much as he pulls the briefs down his legs.

“Damn Bradshaw,” Jake whistles lowly when Bradley’s cock is revealed, “Now I see why she can’t quit ya.”

Bradley’s chuckle turns breathy when Jake takes him in hand before licking up the precum beading at the head.

“She likes-ah,” Bradley starts as Jake slowly sucks him down, “she likes me for more than my big cock, Seresin. I can tell-fuck! I can tell she keeps you around for that mouth.”

“Wait ‘til you see what my cock can do,” Jake pops off him with a wink before bobbing his head again.

“That true, sweetheart?” Bradley rasps, his finally remembering you. He rests his head on his right bicep while his left hand reaches for yours still above your head, squeezing reassuringly, “Is Jake good with his cock too?”

“So good,” you sigh, rubbing your slick thighs together. The movement reminds you of the plug and your poor, empty cunt clenches around nothing.

Jake gives you a wink in response, pulling off to mouth at Bradley’s sack, while still jerking him off.

“Can’t wait to get my mouth everywhere on you,” he pants, “and my hands, and my cock. Will you let me Roo?”

“God Jake,” Bradley groans, long lashes fluttering over his ruddy cheeks as he squeezes your hand to ground himself, “Yes, anything you want.”

“Good,” Jake purrs, looking up at Bradley, “we’ll do it all.” His eyes flick to yours, “Together.”

Your heart flutters in time with your pussy as Jake quits teasing and doubles his efforts, hallowing his cheeks and jerking him in time with his mouth.

“Fuck, that’s it. I’m close,” Bradley grunts, the hand not holding yours flying into Jake’s hair, trying to tug him off, “Jake…”

“Cum in his mouth,” you breathe, chest heaving, “he wants you to.”

So much is said without a word when their eyes meet, and it feels like time pauses when Jake pushes Bradley past the point of no return.

“Jake!” Bradley rasps as his hips flex, hand tightening in Jake’s hair as he rides the waves of pleasure with a low groan.

Jake's eyes flutter as Roo fills his mouth, swallowing once when he pulls off. He climbs over your trembling, tense body and claims your lips in a bruising kiss. His hard cock brushes your thigh, leaving a trail of precum.

The familiar taste of Bradley’s cum makes you moan when Jake’s tongue swipes across yours. He saved some of Bradley’s release just for you.

There’s some tugging and suddenly, your hands are free, tingling as the blood begins to flow again. Bradley joins too; it’s a mess of tongue and teeth and you never want it to stop.

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But it has to stop for better things to happen.

Jake reclines back on your pillows, lazily stroking himself as Bradley kneels behind you, his hands roaming over your body like he can’t get enough. His cock slides between your cheeks, nudging the plug still inside you.

“Jake first,” Bradley says almost reluctantly, “then I’ll take your ass, sweetheart.”

Jake reaches for the box of condoms but you shake your head.

“No,” you crawl over Jake anyway, knocking his hand out of the way before hovering over him, “I want to feel both of you without them. If you want. I’m on birth control, it’s just…”

It’s just I haven’t been able to choose between the two of you and it didn’t feel right to let either cum inside me when I’ve been sleeping with you both.

“Oh sweetheart,” Bradley followed you, and his head drops to your shoulder, “God, do I want to.”

“Darlin’…yes,” Jake rasps, eyes wide as he looks between you and Bradley, “are you sure?”

“Yes,” you sigh shakily as you sink down; the plug making it a tighter fit from the plug. Jake’s hands scramble to grip your hips, not letting you move as the tightness and lack of protection affects him too. “I don’t want to wait, Roo,” you turn your head to kiss Bradley’s damp temple before leaning forward to present your ass.

“Fuck,” Bradley breathes, running his big hand down your back to your ass, “fuckfuckfuck. Okay. You’ll tell us if it hurts? Or if you want to stop?”

“I will,” you promise, nipping Jake’s lower lip.

Jake chases your mouth, kissing you deeply, sweetly as his hand slides between you two to find your clit, circling as Bradley pulls the plug out. He sets it aside before lubing himself and you keen as he pushes a slick finger inside to make sure there’s no unwanted friction.

Jake pulses inside you, so eager to fuck into your wet, warm heat but is ever the gentleman.

“Ready?” Bradley murmurs a few minutes later, running the head of his cock between your cheeks.

“Ready,” you answer, shuddering as Bradley begins to slowly push, fighting the urge to tense up. Jake’s fingers on your clit serve as the perfect distraction.

“Fuck,” Jake gasps, putting his free hand over Bradley’s on your hip, “I can feel your cock, Roo.”

“Yeah,” Bradley grits out, his body trembling from the effort to not push in fully, “I feel yours too. Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so fucking tight.”

Bradley’s not quite inside when the pleasure suddenly spikes; Jake’s fingers on your clit, the sweet fullness in your pussy and your ass proving to be too much. Jake and Bradley both groan in unison as you tighten rhythmically around them, the orgasm taking you all by surprise.

“It’s s-s-so good,” you whimper as you come down, everything below your navel already tensing in anticipation, “I want more.”

“Greedy,” Bradley pants, fully inside you now.

“So fucking’ greedy,” Jake laughs breathlessly, ever so slowly lifting you up and then down, guiding you into a slow but steady rhythm.

It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you never want it to end.

“I-I’m never going to choose,” you begin to babble, the intense pleasure building again; it’s too much, “I can’t…I need you both.”

“I won’t make you choose, darlin’,” Jake intertwines his fingers through Bradley’s on your hip.

“I won’t either,” Bradley pulls you up to his chest, pressing a sweet kiss to your shoulder, “I…we need you too.”

The new angle and the affirmation are all it takes for you to tip over the edge. You cry out, writhing in Bradley’s arms as the white-hot pleasure courses through your veins; from the top of your head to the very tips of your toes.

“Holy fuck,” Jake grits out, trying to hold off, “I can’t-”

“Me either,” Bradley pants in your ear, “help me get lay her down before I-”

“No!” You cry, the pleasure almost too much, “Inside me. Cum inside me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jake succumbs first, gasping as he releases inside you; Bradley’s groan in your ear is debauched as he cums deep inside your ass.

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While Jake changes the sheets, Bradley carries your boneless self into the shower, washing you with such tenderness your eyes burn with tears.

Tears that spill over when Jake helps you get out, murmuring sweet praises as he first dries, then massages lotion into your sore, satisfied body before taking his own.

Bradley has you tucked into his body when Jake comes out of the bathroom, the towel slung low on his hips.

“Your clothes are in the wash,” Bradley says nonchalantly when Jake pauses, as if unsure what to do next, “along with mine. Guess you’re going to have to spend the night too.”

Jake’s answering smile as he drops the towel makes your heart flutter, and Bradley's cock twitch in interest.

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“Shit!”

Wide brown and green eyes meet yours when the doorbell rings the next morning.

“Shit shit shit,” you repeat, sitting up and sliding off the table before tugging your skirt down and attempting to straighten it, “I told you we didn’t have time!”

“The 3 orgasms we just gave you say different,” Jake smirks.

“Where’s my underwear? Fuck,” you ignore him to look under the table, not noticing Bradley shoving them into his pocket. “Whatever, I’ll put new ones on. Can you two fix the table…” you wince as you look over the table, dishes of food and plates pushed to the middle before Bradley laid you out on the wood before dropping to see them both with obvious erections, “and yourselves?”

You don’t wait for an answer, instead walking from the dining room to the front door.

“Hey Penny,” you smile, cheeks flushed as you open it, hoping your hair isn’t a mess. You were awfully close to that gravy boat. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

“You too,” she replies pulling you in for a one-armed hug, “so who caved first?”

“What?” Your heart pounds as your hands pause from taking the dish she brought.

“No Nut November,” she shrugs like it’s not a big deal that she knows…everything apparently, “Jake left first last night, but Bradley hightailed it out of there shortly after.”

“Uhmm, wha-how did…” you sputter, lost for words.

“C’mon,” she laughs, eyes twinkling, “none of you are subtle. At all. Your skirt is on backward by the way, and I think, no, I hope that’s gravy in your hair.”

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A/N: Done! Hope y’all liked it. If you’re interested, I’m working on a throuple fic with Bradley and Jake as well. Also, here’s my masterlist.

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I LOVE hearing what you think in the comments/reblogs! Seriously, feedback helps me more than anything.

Tagging a few I think may be interested:

@callsigns-haze

@writtingrose

@blindedbythelightt

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@dizzybee03

@shanimallina87

@lexixstewart

@hookslove1592

@jessicab1991

@carolina-on-my-mind03

@racerchix21

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Claggor Imagine ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Description: fluff, friends to lovers, au!Claggor

A/n: hi!! First time writing a fic so pls don’t expect too much ty <3 decided to give it a try because Claggor just needs more love (divider by cafekitsune)

“I swear Mylo, if this is one of your tricks again,” I muttered as I tend to the customers at the last drop. "No, I swear this time! Claggor told me that he really needs your help with his new invention,” he crossed his heart and smiled. Powder chuckled and nudged your shoulder “I’ll take over your shift, now go and don’t let your boyfriend wait for too long." "He’s not my boyfriend?” I muttered as red started to appear on my cheeks. "Not yet,” she winked. I groaned as I gathered my things and left the bar. “You were messing with her, weren't you?" She looked towards Mylo who just shrugged, “All they need is a push, they’ll thank me later.”

I quickly fixed my appearance before knocking on the door of his workshop. “Come in” a voice behind the door grumbled as I slowly entered. “It’s me” I smiled entering the place and seeing him hunched over his desk. “Oh y/n, I didn’t expect you to visit. Is there something you need?” He looked towards me and shyly smiled. “Mylo told me that you needed my help for something?” He rolled his eyes and looked away. “Not again” I approached him and touched his shoulder, “anything wrong?” He straightened his back, blush evident on his cheeks. “Don’t worry about it. Since you’re here anyways, I’d like feedback on something that I’ve been working on” He guided me towards a room with his hand on my back, “Sure, is it one of those hybrids you’ve been working on?" "I guess but not the one for Zaun, it’s another thing I’ve been working on” I entered a room and noticed a flower in a secured jar. “is it that one?” I pointed towards it, and he nodded. “Claggor….It’s beautiful” I stared at the hybrid flower, mesmerized as it was shining in my favorite color. “You think so? I’ve been trying to perfect it for a while” he leaned towards the doorframe, lovingly staring at you while you were busy staring at his work. “It looks good to me, any reason why you made this?” He started coughing and I approached him out of concern “Its uh…I made it for you actually,” he muttered as he tried to look at anything but me. My eyes widened as I tried to take in what he said. “Wait, you created a flower for me? Why?” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He finally looked at me and hesitantly held my hands, “Can’t you tell y/n? All the longing stares I gave you, the teasing I get from my siblings about you. When you complained about how you had trouble focusing, I spent weeks building a music box for you to listen to. How I try to get to know you more by constantly annoying you with questions—“ he was rambling while I just stared at him in awe “—I’m sorry if you see it as me being weird but” He stopped when I removed my hands from his and slowly put them on his face “no no, claggor I…I’d be dumb enough to not like you back” I mumbled as he held my waist and looked deeply into my eyes, “I’d be a fool not to like you, climbing to your bedroom window when we were young to get away from my siblings and to feel comfort from you. Always trying to defend me from those who made fun of me. I’d be a fool to not like someone who’d always seen me as something more than what I thought I was, someone who’s as perfect as you” Eventually, his face was close to mine, noses touching, waiting for the other to make the next move. “What happens next?” I whispered, heart beating rapidly at the close proximity. “Whatever you want, we could even get married for all I care” I giggled as he leaned in closer, lips almost touching. “Let’s first go through the dating stage, loverboy” I jokingly rolled my eyes as he smiled “Finally,” he muttered as he finally kissed me. My hands moved towards his neck while his tightened around my waist. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt for this to happen.”

Bonus:

I walked back to the bar, with Claggor by my side, displaying a proud grin on his face. “There you are! And it looks like you’re not alone” Powder smirked as she noticed her brother stuck by her friend’s side. Claggor rolled his eyes as Mylo approached us and patted our backs. “You see Powder, I told you I'd get them together no matter what, no need to thank me” “You know what? Since you helped us, how about I help you by bringing Gert here? Hey gert!” “HEY WAIT CLAGGOR STOP!”

[ts-janus-rp-blog]

"I-Its not? O-Oh! Good! Okay! I didn't wanna overstep any boundaries with that..." Janus nervously mumbled. He gave a small squeak when Roman cuddled up to him, but he gripped onto him tightly once he felt safe in his arms. Even though he couldn't see Romans face, he could hear the quivering in his voice. He smiled softly and gripped him a little tighter as well. "You're welcome. You really are amazing. And I'm sure nobody gives you credit for it. But you really are. I'm happy that a strong owner wants me." He nuzzled into him, his tail curling around Romans wrist. "We should... probably take a nap, huh? We don't know when Virgil will be back..." He gave a small yawn.

Remus chuckled loudly, "That you can't. But it's alright, you make up for it by being cute." He hummed and winked, "You may not be sexy, but you're cute as hell. Now..." He pulled out his fingers and gave each one a lick as he laid down on the seats. He gave pattons hip a good slap. "I'm not hard enough. Suck me hard." He flicked his semi hard cock, letting it sway. "Suck me like a lollipop. I'm sure you've had a lollipop before, haven't you? Just make sure to not scrap your fangs against my cock. That won't feel very good."

Patton knocked desperately at the strangers door, praying someone, anyone was home. His heart beat as fast and loud as the rain thundering against the sidewalk. He was sure he was being followed, they were going to catch him. They were going to drag him back. He wasn't sure if whoever lived here might be worse, but he was willing to risk it at this point. Anything to escape.

{@moralpuppylover2}

Janus didn't know who would be at the door. It was late, but his master won't surely be home at this time. He normally doesn't get home until the sun starts to come up.

So, as the dog hybrid walked up to the door and opened it, he wondered who it could be. And if he should open it at all... Who knows, he may get in trouble with his master for opening the door. But, his curiosity was getting the better of him-

He stopped when he saw the soaking wet cat standing at the doorway. He could tell that this cat needed help almost immediately. Well, if his poor state of clothes were anything to go by. His eyes flickered up and down the sidewalk before he grabbed pattons arm and pulled him inside.

"are you alright?" Janus nervously asked as he grabbed a towel from the mud room. "Well, that's a stupid question, of course you're not alright! Are you...running away from your owners?" As Janus walked, the collar around his neck would jingle loudly. And even though it was cold outside and even in the house, he only had a pair of boxers on. Because of that, Patton would be able to see the numerous large scars that covered his body...and the countless amounts of fresh bruises.

@moralpuppylover2

[ye4gerism]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 - 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

word count 1.6k

content warning SMUT. OKAY?! THE WHOLE SHABANG!! there’s a shower scene and aftercare at the end also black reader friendly

author’s note hello. so smut is not my forte and i’m practicing okay??? this is like my first full blown smut heavy oneshot. i really wanted to pick up on the engagement section of good luck, captain! and explore your wedding night with curly and also take a break from the angst😓 i’ve read this over like three thousand times - i hope it flows. requests are open as always!

synopsis takes place during good luck, captain! the only traditional part of your wedding is the after party. wink wink.

He waited patiently on the bed as you asked. It's been hours since you both went down to the courthouse for your elopement. Curly was a little apprehensive at first but after much conversation and realizing how much you both needed that privacy, he obliged.

Throughout the ceremony, he realized it did feel good - no dearest Mumsie to throw daggers at you or Jimmy frowning at the thought of you being his wife.

His wife. Mrs. Grant Curly. He liked that. Not that he was possessive but you really were his and as long as he's here, no one can or will have you.

Curly still wanted a traditional wedding night so he booked a honeymoon suite to celebrate. "Thank you for waiting." You emerge from the hotel bathroom in a two-piece lingerie set that he bought you for tonight - a lace babydoll top with a matching panty.

You get closer to him and he begins to stand. "You look great, lo-" You push him back onto the bed and his sentence ends with an "oof".

"Sit." You climb on top of him, sizing him up. "You know my favorite thing about you, Captain Grant Curly?" You cup his cheek before running your hand down to his collared shirt. "You're very very smart. How'd you know to book this room and buy me this really cute lingerie set?" You unbutton three buttons. "And you're so handsome. How did I get so lucky?" You move from his shirt to his right arm, feeling up his bicep. "I love it when you carry me and use all your strength...for all purposes."

He finishes unbuttoning the shirt for you. You open your mouth to say something else but you're caught off guard when he flips you over. Curly swings his legs over yours and hovers over your hips, unbuckling his belt and zipping his pants down. "You like my strength, huh?"

You're flushed. How many times have you done it with this guy? And how does he always know how to catch you off guard?

Curly gets off you so that he can actually get his clothes off. You sit up in bed, feeling shyer than ever, your confidence gone. He always knew how to take control and it began to settle in you that it might always be that way.

"Come here." He wraps his hands around your ankles and drags you closer to him, causing you to fall back and gasp. Curly gets on his knees and flips the skirt of your top as it's covering what he's really looking for.

You hear something ripping down there and then that gush of air finds you. You sit up immediately and push his face away with your foot. "Curly! You just bought this and you're ripping it? Are you mad?!"

He inches closer again and finishes what he started, completely ripping one side and slipping off the side that still holds. "Well," he pauses to lick your exposed bud, sending a shiver up your spine, "You know, I can always buy you more. We're doing this again, you know? We still have our wedding for the public with my Mumsie and your best friend, Jimmy."

Oh, you hated how he downplayed your conflict with both of those individuals.

"Please shut up. Don't talk about-" You let out an exhale as he starts to stroke his tongue against you. Your body falls back into the bed, arching from his actions. His hands move from your thighs to the sides of your belly, messaging it.

His last and first name become a mixed mantra and your hands find the bed sheet, soon gripping them.

The last thing you loved about Curly was his kindness (even if it was a pain in everyone's ass sometimes). He was never cruel in bed, he didn't bait and torture you for his own enjoyment and entertainment. He let you release, your back finding the comfort of the beds. Your chest rises heavily. A little bit of laughter escapes your lips.

He stands up and walks over to your unpacked suitcases. The feeling of his absence hits you. "Curly," you cry out.

"I'll be right over, my love." His promise is true; he walks over with a familiar bottle in hand. Curly applies some lube to his hands and rubs them together to warm up. He then holds himself and begins to stroke. By now you've caught your breath and sit up. You get on your knees, crawl towards him, and reach your hand out to his shaft which he swats away. "You don't want to-"

"No," he immediately answers. "Tonight's about you and besides, we have the rest of our lives together. Now, turn around."

You comply and immediately feel two of his fingers at your core. They go up and down your entrance and you whine. He takes this as a sign to slide both into you. You arch your back and look up at him with needy eyes. "I..." you try.

"You what, darling?" He picks up his pace, "You need me? Is that it?" Curly watches as you bite back a moan and ultimately fail. You allow your upper half to tumble into the bed and you huff into the sheets. Curly lowers himself again to let his tongue flicker at your nub while pumping his digits in and out of you.

You begin to say some incoherent nothings which lets him know you're ready to explode again. He pulls away cutting you off, in which you groan and lower your ass in response. Curly grabs you from under your hips and props you right up again. "Ass up, sweetheart. I'm not done with you yet."

He pokes himself against you. "Sorry for playing with you like that," he mutters, "Just don't want to hurt you...you know how this goes." A familiar stretch fills you, making you gasp. You exhale and whimper his name until it's muddled together. "I'll go slow, baby," he says quietly. He keeps his promise, really only moving the tip inside you. "I bet you're so happy we're married and living together now. You'll get used to this in no time." He slaps your ass, getting another moan out of you. "Luckiest girl in the world."

"Feeling comfortable, baby?" Curly asks after a while. He's massaging the lower half of your back. It takes you a moment to respond but after accessing the situation, you don't mind going a little faster. You muster up a "yes" and he gives you a "yes ma'am".

His hips slam into you. Your hand holds onto his arm, crying out his name, getting closer to your own climax. Curly loses his rhythm and eventually, you feel him twitching inside you. You come right after him.

You're both breathing heavily. Curly slowly pulls out of you and you lower your hips. You both take a moment and hold space for what just took place. Your husband gets in bed with you and smiles at your dazed face. You laugh in response. He cups your cheek and nuzzles against you before kissing your lips.

"That was great, Mrs. Curly," he finally says. "All thanks to you, Mr. Curly," you say back. You kiss again and again and again. Curly looks down at you and then back up. "We made quite the mess. Why don't get cleaned up and order some burgers like you wanted?" You nod. "Sounds like a plan."

"Let's get this off you then." Curly pulls at the strap of the babydoll top you have on. You sit up and he follows, soon removing the top from your torso.

"Here, I'll carry you." Curly gets off the bed and waits for you to scoot closer to him so he can lift you into his arms. He holds you bridal style, giving him a good look at your blissful face. "You're so strong," you say, "I'm so so lucky."

He carries you to the bathroom and sets you down in the tub, his hands lingering on your torso. "Can you stand?" he asks. You nod.

Curly turns on the shower and gets in with you. He closes the curtain and takes a moment to admire you and your body as if he's trying to memorize you. "My wife," he breathes. It makes you feel shy - the way he eats you up with his eyes. "I didn't think I'd ever be able to say that, especially to someone as perfect as you.”

He turns on the shower and pumps some soap in his hand and gestures for you to come closer. "I know you don't really do this but I just...I just want to be closer to you," Curly says quietly. "Turn around." His hand finds your waist and it guides you to the front of the shower. His hands sit on your wet shoulders before moving in circles to lather up. He massages your shoulders and you let your head hang back a bit.

You were grateful for this. His job with the Pony Express kept him far for a long time and you imagined all of his returns would mirror tonight. Along the line, you'd probably end up treating him, so you take advantage of this particular moment.

"I'm so happy it's you. I'd choose you every time - no matter the circumstances," he whispers in your ear.

After the shower, you’re both finally in warm clothes and settled on the sofa. Curly's dialing the number for dining.

"Babe," you whisper. He looks over at you, eyebrows raised. "Can you call the front desk after for new bed sheets and a blanket?"

He nods before turning his attention to the person on the other end of the line.

You stare at him with affection and gratitude. Gosh, you really really loved him. He wasn't perfect but he was sweet and he cared so much for you - and most importantly, he was all yours. You were ready for the perfect future ahead.

[dira333]

Wrong name only - Bokuto x Reader

for @liquidcatt for the Milestone Event Week 2

“Okay, here are the rules!” Koutarou explains, gesturing wildly in the passenger seat of your car.

“You don’t flirt with Tsumu!”

“No flirting with Tsumu, got it.” You nod.

“I mean it!”

You laugh. “I wouldn’t dream of flirting with anyone but you, Kou!”

“Thanks,” he smiles before turning serious again. “But this is Tsumu, he’s got a lot of fans.”

“Okay, but I’m your fan, I can’t be both.”

“True,” Koutarou hums, distracted for a second before he remembers.

“Next rule. Oomi-Oomi doesn’t like handshakes.”

“No handshakes, gotcha.”

“Oh, high fives are the same thing, apparently.”

“Really?”

“I know, weird, right? Oh, but can nod at him. He likes that.”

“Nodding at… wait, who was that again?”

“Oomi-Oomi? It’s the one with the curly hair. You called him Mr. Fancy Hair.”

“Okay, nodding at Fancy Hair. What else?”

“Well, you know Shouyou, so you can with him what you want.”

“Can I flirt with him?”

“No!” Koutarou laughs at that obvious jab. “B’sides, he’s bringing his girlfriend.”

“Great, so I can flirt with her.”

“Be serious.”

“I am serious. Who are you?”

“I’m Koutarou.”

You stop in front of a red light and use the chance to lean in for a kiss, giggling against Koutarou’s pouting lips.

“Next rule?” 

“Oh, next rule,” he coughs as he thinks. “I think that’s it. Today you’re only meeting those three. And Samu. And Akaashi, but you know him.”

-

“I’m not flirting with you!” You decidedly tell the guy at the door, as you’ve been instructed.

“That’s Samu,” Koutarou bellows happily behind you, cradling you the snacks you brought along.

“Oh, hi.” You move to shake his hand before hesitating. “Can I shake his hand?” You turn to ask Koutarou who nods vigorously. 

“Sorry, I’m not good with names.”

“All good,” Samu waves you in, clapping Koutarou on the shoulder with a force that leaves you shaking in fear. Former volleyball player, you’re sure. 

His twin finds you at the next corner, blond hair falling into his eyes as he winks at you.

You decide to play it safe, nodding in his direction before turning the other direction, running into someone whose face is familiar but his name is definitely not.

“Mr. Fancy Hair,” you call out, your brain void of anything better. He curls his nose upwards in obvious confusion and you duck under his arm in search of your boyfriend. 

You’re not making the best impression here.

You find Kotarou in the kitchen, with - of course - Akaashi by his side.

“Save me,” you hurl yourself at him and he catches you with ease.

“What did you do?” Koutarou asks while Akaashi watches, clearly amused.

“I messed up all their names and stuff. I did not flirt with Samu, I nodded at Tsumu and I just called Oomi-Oomi Mr. Fancy Hair.”

Koutarou laughs. “So, they all met you. That’s good.”

“But I wanted to make a good impression,” you whine.

“The way I see it, you made the best impression already,” Akaashi drawls across from you, smiling. “You make Bokuto happy. What more do we need, as his friends?”

-

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The Lion's Lamb - Chapter 8 - MV1/33

Max Verstappen x reader

The Lion's Lamb Series: Aesthetics, Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch.6, Ch.7

Anger

That was all Max felt when seeing his little lamb struggling against the man holding you. The tears falling down your face was all it took for him to reach his tipping point. And that's a bad thing for a man who is known for his anger.

Within a second of seeing his girl, he had quickly put his car in park and bolted out of the car straight towards the man and yanking You to safety in his arms.

He could tell you were not comfortable as to how stiff you were while in his arm. It wasn't until you heard his voice that you finally relaxed in Max's arms.

"It's alright man," the man previously holding his little lamb said casually, "My girl and I were just having a little bit of fun, so why don't you mind your own and keep walking."

If looks could kill, this man would have been dead in seconds from the glare Max was currently sending him.

"Your girl?" Max chuckled as he put You behind him and slowly walked closer to the man, "She's not your girl. She's mine. And you just put your hands on her, so now, me and you have an issue."

At this point, Max was in this man's face, ready for him to try to do something stupid just so he could knock this man out.

With a slight smirk and a chuckle, the man looked at You from behind Max and said, "Amelia invited us over so I'll see you at home sweetheart."

The man winked at You and that was all it took for Max to grab him roughly by his collar and pull him close to his face.

"I swear to fucking god, I will kill you if you ever come near her again," Max threatened. One could probably see steam coming out of his ears with the amount of anger in him in that moment.

"Max," Your soft voice broke through his anger as you lightly gripped his arm to grab his attention. He looked back at you and saw your scared and tired eyes and started to relax a bit, "he is not worth it."

Max looked at the man in front of him before shoving him back, "This is your only chance to walk away unscathed."

With one last smirk at the pair, he turned to walk away, "I'll see you later sweetheart."

Max started to go after him again but was held back by his little lamb holding onto him for dear life, "Please Maxie, I want to go home."

With a sigh, he pulled you into a hug and kissed your head as you held onto his shirt so tightly, afraid he'd disappear at any moment.

"Let's get out of here, okay?" You nodded at his soft words and he slowly led you to his car.

They sat in quiet as Max drove. You were trying to digest what had just occurred and how you were going into the same situation at home if what John said was true.

You had texted Amelia about it and all you received was a thumbs up on your message. While you didn't know what that specifically meant, you dreaded the worst.

Max quietness was stemmed from his anger. He sat there clenching his jaw as he tried to calm down. He was afraid to take You home after the man's words and now he was trying to figure out his next move.

You were finally brought out of your own head when you didn't recognize the buildings outside to be anywhere near your own home.

"Where are we going?"

With his jaw still clenched, Max spit out, "Home."

"This isn't the way to my house," Your voice was laced with confusion.

Max hummed in response.

"Max. Where are we going?"

"My house."

"Why are we going there?"

"Because I am not going to take you to a place where he is just going to show up again," Max spit out in anger,  "I refuse to put you in another situation where you are uncomfortable or unsafe, so you will be staying at mine."

You were too stunned to speak at that moment. You weren't sure if his anger was directed at you or the situation at hand, but you were leaning more towards the latter.

"It's fine Max, just take me home," You said innocently, not wanting to be more of a nuisance then you already have been tonight.

"Too late," He mumbled before he got out of the car and quickly made his way to the passenger side to open the door for you.

As You stepped out, you looked at the apartment that was nice, too nice for someone like you. You knew he made money, but she could never have imagined that he made this much money.

"I can't stay here," You stuttered out her last bit of resistance, but was cut off very quickly.

With a roll of his eyes, Max reached down and picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, "It wasn't necessarily a choice, love."

It took a second for you to get over your shock, but you quickly started struggling and wiggling against Max's hold and hitting against his back in frustration, "Let me go!"

"Nope," he stated shortly.

You kept hitting his back and it didn't take long for Max to loosen his arms and for you to slowly start falling. You let out a slight screech as you saw the ground get closer to you, but your fall was stopped and you quickly wrapped your arms around Max's waist.

"Why would you do that?" You asked, your heart racing as the man holding you upside down.

"You had to learn your lesson somehow," He said like it was obvious, "Now, are you going to be a good girl and stop struggling?"

You didn't respond but you did, in fact, stop struggling.

Max carried you up to his house with a smile on his face. His anger is now completely desolate from what it was in the car. Something about you made him calm. Never in his life has anyone been able to get his blood rushing as quickly, and at the same time, calm him down as easily as you do.

You were the thunder before the lightning, yet the sun rays breaking through the clouds at the end of a storm.

[daisymbin]

2. "are you trying to distract me on purpose?"

3."you’re lucky you’re cute, or i’d be mad right now."

—you're working from home & well ur bf is bored becausehe has ntg to do.

Vernon or Joshua or both(poly if u're comfortable with that)

**reader has glasses (pls)

omg this is kinda cute... I've never written poly before so this is a first for me too!! hopefully I did okay! thank you for requesting this, lovely!!! 🤍

a/n: i tried to do some research to learn more about poly relationships to hopefully have that dynamic right? i apologise if its inaccurate (you can let me know if i did so i can learn!!) this is my first time attempting a poly fic so please go easy on me 🙂‍↕️

warnings: poly relationship!! don't read if you're uncomfortable with it!!

wc: 2.3k sorry idk what happened 🥲

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suggestive prompt #2: are you trying to distract me on purpose?" +

suggestive prompt #3: "you're lucky you're cute, or I'd be mad right now."

it was supposed to be a quiet day. you had a mountain of work piled up, and the only thing you really wanted was to get through it without any distractions. but of course, hansol and joshua had other plans.

"babe," hansol called from the living room, his voice playful and a little too eager. you glanced up from your laptop, catching him peeking around the corner with a mischievous grin. "you need a break?"

"i’m good," you said, turning your attention back to the screen, but not without noticing how joshua was lounging on the couch with a lazy smirk, clearly bored out of his mind.

"are you sure?" joshua added, stretching his arms above his head. "you've been working non-stop."

"yeah, you should take it easy," hansol chimed in again, walking a little closer to where you sat at the desk.

"i’m fine," you said, your voice steady as you clicked through your work. but something about their energy told you this was only the beginning. "just let me finish, okay?"

they exchanged a look, one that clearly meant trouble. "we were thinking," joshua started, "since we cancelled our bowling plans to spend the day with you..." he trailed off, eyes glinting with amusement.

"yeah, we had to come up with something fun to do instead," hansol added, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "so... how about a little bet?"

you raised an eyebrow. "a bet?"

"yeah," hansol said, leaning against the doorway, "whoever gets you to crack first wins. and the winner... gets to be the first one to have you." he gave you a look that sent a shiver down your spine.

"real funny," you chuckled, but there was something in your chest that fluttered at the thought; you can't deny the way your stomach twisted in excitement.

"we’re just trying to have some fun," joshua said with a wink. "so, what do you say? are you up for it?"

you bit your lip, pretending to think for a moment before glancing at them both. "you can give it a go if you're that confident, but you’re both going to be disappointed when i get all this work done and don’t give either of you the time of day."

they just grinned at you, ready to prove you wrong.

attempt #1—hansol

a few minutes passed, and you were back in the zone, typing away at your laptop when you felt a familiar presence beside you. hansol’s breath fanned across your ear as he leaned in close. "you know," he whispered softly, "i'd have better restraints if you didn’t look so cute right now."

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. "seriously? that's what you're going with? a pick up line?" you huffed, "you’re lucky you're cute, or i’d be mad right now," you muttered, feeling his presence too distracting.

"i'll take that as a win," hansol said, voice thick with amusement as his hand brushed lightly across your shoulder. "just saying, you’d probably work better if i gave you a kiss for good luck."

you felt his lips hover near your cheek, and despite yourself, you tilted your head slightly. "stop it, hansol," you warned, but your tone was anything but firm.

hansol leaned in and pressed a light kiss to your cheek, just as he’d promised, before lingering there, his lips soft against your skin. his hand found its way to your waist, slipping under your shirt slightly to rest there as he murmured into your ear, "now, that was good luck, don’t you think?"

attempt #2—joshua

joshua appeared out of nowhere, slipping into the chair beside you, his knee brushing against yours. you glanced over at him, only to find him wearing that impossibly charming smile. "you’re working really hard," he murmured, placing a hand on your leg as he leaned closer. "why don't you just let us take care of you? soothe than tension?"

his fingers danced across your leg for just a moment before you shook your head, trying to ignore the way his touch sent warmth rushing through you. "joshua, please. i'm busy."

"ah, but you’re so cute when you’re trying so hard to ignore me," he teased, leaning in to kiss your temple. you let out a soft sigh, resisting the pull of his lips, "cut it out, shua."

he placed a hand on your thigh and slid it up, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. "don’t you want to spend time with me?"

you shifted in your seat, trying to focus on your screen, but the way joshua's hand stayed on your leg was enough to make you lose track of your thoughts.

attempt #3—hansol again

you were getting a little more frustrated now. your concentration was slipping, and your work was piling up. just as you were about to type something out, hansol was back. he dropped onto the couch beside you, his body a mere inch away from yours. he casually draped his arm over the back of your chair, leaning his head against yours.

"you’ve got this look on your face," hansol said, his voice a teasing whisper. "it’s like you want me to kiss you, but you’re too focused to admit it."

"oh my god," you muttered in playful disbelief, not sure if you were more frustrated with the work or with him.

"you don’t have to pretend," he continued, eyes twinkling mischievously. "i know what you're thinking."

you could feel his breath on your skin, and it was getting harder to focus. your hand, which had been hovering over the keyboard, finally fell into your lap as you exhaled. "i’m trying to work, baby. please."

hansol turned you to face him fully, he leans in close & ignores the way his heart flutters, instead, his gaze focuses on your glasses. with a teasing smile, he gently slid them off your face, setting them aside. his fingers lingered on your temple, tracing the edge of your skin where the glasses had been.

"you look even better without these," he murmured, his voice rich with desire. he tilted your chin up, his lips brushing yours as he smiles & whispers, "just you and me now."

attempt #4—joshua again

at this point, it was getting ridiculous. joshua wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. he slowly slid off the couch and stood right behind you, one hand resting on the back of your chair while the other slid into your hair. he ran his fingers gently through the strands, sending a shiver down your spine.

joshua's hands rested gently on your waist, his fingers brushing the edge of your tank top. he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your earlobe as his breath warmed your skin. "you’re so beautiful," he murmured, the words sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. his hands slid slowly under your tank top, but instead of pulling it up, he traced patterns on your skin, teasing you with every movement.

you couldn’t help but smile at his light touch, the way he was taking his time, savoring the moment. "you’re being mean," you teased, glancing up at him.

"am i?" joshua grinned, his lips curling up in mischief. "maybe i’m just enjoying how you react." he kept his hands in place, gently caressing your sides before his thumbs brushed over the small of your back, sending a ripple of warmth through you.

you laughed softly, squirming slightly under his touch. "you know you’re not supposed to tease me like this, right?"

he leaned in, his lips just inches from yours. "i’m not teasing," he whispered, his voice low and filled with affection. "i just want you to know how much i adore you." then, with a quick, playful peck on your lips, he pulled away, keeping you close but just out of reach, enjoying the moment of sweet, teasing tension.

attempt #5—the win

you were barely holding it together when hansol returned for one final attempt. this time, he didn’t even sit beside you. instead, he stood behind you, his chest pressing into your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. you tried to stay focused, but when his lips brushed your neck, your resolve finally crumbled.

"are you trying to distract me on purpose?" you finally asked, breathless and frustrated. your face flushed, your work completely forgotten as you turned to face him.

"oh, i've been trying, trust me," he said, his voice low and teasing. "i just want your attention so bad."

without waiting for a response, hansol takes matters into his own hands, kissing you fiercely, pulling you into a heated make-out session. his lips were insistent, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands roamed to your back, pulling you closer. you melted into him, feeling the heat of his body pressing against yours, his kisses growing deeper as he claimed you. your hands gripped his shirt, desperate to pull him even closer.

hansol's hands traced the curve of your shoulders, his fingers light but firm as they grazed over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. his breath was warm against your neck, his lips brushing softly against the sensitive skin there. you couldn’t suppress a quiet gasp as his lips pressed a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, before he pulled back, his breath tickling your skin.

"you feel so good," he whispered, voice husky, his hands sliding down your arms to your waist. he drew you closer, his body pressing against yours as his lips returned to your neck, this time with more urgency. his kisses were slow but deliberate, each one more intense than the last, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

you tilted your head back, offering him more access as his lips moved to your shoulder, nipping at the soft skin there. his hands roamed, one moving to the small of your back, pulling you closer, the other tracing the curve of your hip, fingers brushing the edges of your shirt. the heat of his touch made your heart race, and you could feel your body responding to him, every inch of you craving more.

his breath grew heavier, a low murmur escaping his lips as he kissed your shoulder, his hands moving upward, sliding under the fabric of your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin. "can’t get enough of you," he murmured, his lips trailing further up to your jawline, his hands gently guiding you back against him.

you could hardly breathe, his touch overwhelming, consuming. but you didn’t want him to stop—how could you?

just as you were about to pull him closer, a voice broke through the haze of your senses. "you two are really going at it, huh?" the sudden interruption made both of you freeze, and you pulled away from hansol, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

joshua stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the table, a knowing smirk on his lips. his presence was warm, but there was an underlying tease in his eyes that made you feel a little exposed.

with a small laugh & his tone playful, he says to hansol, "can’t leave her alone for even a minute, can you?" his eyes flicked over to you, soft and affectionate, offering a little reassurance.

hansol gave a small shrug & smiles, the irritation from being interrupted fading away quickly, “just wanted to kiss her,”

joshua's hand move to gently brush against your arm. his eyes met yours, offering that same warmth, and you felt a wave of calm wash over you.

with a playful grin, joshua leaned in, his lips brushing yours softly, tenderly at first. you melted into the kiss, his hand moving to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate pressure. his tongue slid against yours, the kiss growing more heated as he pulled you closer, just like hansol had. the mixture of their touches, their warmth, made your head spin in the best way, and you found yourself craving more from both of them.

joshua's lips moved to your neck, his soft kisses following the same path that hansol had begun. but there was something different in his touch—gentler, more tender, as though he was savoring every moment. his hand slid down to your waist, picking you up with ease as he walks over to the bed.

he guides you closer as his lips brushed along your skin, leaving behind a trail of soft, lingering kisses. "you’re so beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire.

you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you at the feeling of both their touches. they were so different, yet so in sync with each other, as if they were sharing the same unspoken understanding of what you needed. with both of them so close, the heat between you all was undeniable, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in, pressing your lips against joshua’s once more, the kiss deepening in response to the heat between you.

as their kisses and touches intertwined, you felt like you were floating, caught between both of them, in a whirlwind of passion and affection.

“so who won?” joshua mumbled against your lips.

“im pretty sure i did,” hansol answers as his smug smile returns. he looks over at joshua, who was smirking back at him. joshua slowly releases his hold on your neck and pulls away.

you tug on hansol's arm, resting him against the headboard as you move to climb on top of him; trapping him beneath you.

“wanna tell me again how good i feel?” you ask as you lean down; closer, your hands run through his soft brown hair as his hands come up to your waist.

“fuck yes,” he mutters, his eyes darkening even more as he feels you move your hips aginst his.

joshua moves to kiss you again, but hansol stops him before he can, “hey I won!” he whines.

“relax,” joshua laughs softly against your lips, “im just kissing her. you can have her first.”

[winchesterwild78]

An Unexpected Friendship- Epilogue 

Master List

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, Jensen’s children

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Fluff, angst, past pregnancy issues, some language, mention of child death, fluff, 

A/N: This is a short story written in collaboration with @cheekygirl2309.

SURPRISE! This chapter is the Epilogue so many of you messaged and asked for. We hope you enjoy. 

No disrespect to Jensen or his family. This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Written and edited fast-please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

The six of us boarded  the plane to our destination. Jensen and I decided we wanted to take our family with us on our honeymoon, because the marriage, this partnership was about them too. 

The kids were excited and talked about all the things they wanted to do. Jensen and I were watching them and listening to them make plans. 

Jensen held my hand almost the whole flight. Occasionally leaning over to place a kiss on my lips. A few fans had approached  us in the airport. Jensen was kind to them, taking pictures and signing autographs. 

One of the fans asked to take a picture with the kids too, and Jensen politely declined. That goodness  they were understanding. 

A middle aged woman approached  us and chatted with Jensen for a few minutes. She talked about his time on the soap opera and how she’d followed his career. 

She congratulated  us on the marriage and asked if we planned  to add to our family. I gasped softly. Jensen and I had never discussed children. He already had three and I had one. Jensen, being so sweet, gently touched her arm and smiled. “You never know. I wouldn’t be opposed  to it.” Then he turned to me and winked. 

When we arrived at the private cabana we were staying at, the kids started running around and exploring the place. Jensen helped carry our bags. He placed them in the rooms and told the kids to change into their swimsuits. Giggles filled the house as the kids went to their rooms and changed. 

Our cabana had a private pool, and private beach access. I stood at our sliding glass door in our room and looked out at the ocean. The view was breathtaking. 

As I was standing there, Jensen came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “What are you thinking about sweetheart?” I put my hands up and touched his arms, “Us, and the future.” 

Jensen turned me to look at him, “What about us?” I bit my lip nervously, “Did you mean what you said about the possibility of having a baby?” He cupped my face, “Darlin’ with you, I’d have as many as you wanted.” I smiled, “Well, I’d be fine with one more. We already have four.” I giggled. 

He picked me up and laid me on the bed, hovering over me, “Wanna practice now?” Jensen kissed my lips and down my throat. “Jensen Ross, our children are waiting to go swimming. Do you want them busting in here with you on top of me?” “I locked the door.” Jensen chuckled. 

“Later baby, let’s take them swimming, and I promise, later I’m all yours. We can take advantage of the “kids night out” program.” He kissed me again, “Deal, but seeing you in your swimsuit is going to kill me, sweetheart.” I leaned up, my lips close to his, “Same”.

The six of us went swimming and had so much fun together. I got out before the kids and Jensen did, so I took advantage of taking pictures of them all playing together. One of my favorite things to witness was Jensen being a dad. He was an amazing dad, and the kids loved him so much. Even though he works away for long periods of time, when he’s home, he’s all in and present with them.

Their giggles filled the air and Jensen would glance at me and smile. The stolen glances between him and I always made my heart flutter. 

The two weeks we were there were incredible. Jensen and I took full advantage of any alone time we could get. The kids enjoyed going to the “kids night out” activities, while Jensen and I enjoyed intimate dinners under the stars. 

The night before we left Jensen and I got into an argument. “Babe, why did Eric call you 15 times while we were out today?” Jensen turned and looked at me. “He’s just trying to confirm some things with me.” “So that took 15 phone calls on our honeymoon?!” “Sweetheart, we had some things we had to finalize for the upcoming project.”

I stopped what I was doing and turned to look at my husband, “What upcoming project?” His eyes went wide, “Well it hasn’t been announced yet, so I’m not really supposed to talk about it.” I scoffed, “Jensen, I’m your wife, surely you can discuss it with me. It affects our lives.” He sighed and ran his hands down his face, “I um, promised to do a show he’s working on. I’m going to be the lead.” 

My mouth hung open in shock, “Jensen, how long have you known about this project?” Jensen stared at me. “Jensen, how long?!” “About 6 months.” “6 months?! You decided to do a project that would take you away from us for months, without even talking to me. What about wanting to have a baby?!” 

Jensen crossed the room and reached for me, “Y/N, I do want to have a baby with you, but this project is important to me.” I pulled my arm away from him, “Obviously more important than me and our children. I can’t believe you would make a decision without even talking to me. You know I’d support you in whatever you do, but I’m being blindsided. When are you supposed to leave?” 

Jensen looked at me and took a deep breath. He knew I wasn’t going to like his answer, “Tuesday.” He said softly. 

“Tuesday? As in 3 days from today?” Tears stung my eyes. He nodded yes. “So when were you going to tell me? Tuesday morning when you leave for the airport, or tomorrow on our flight home?” “I don’t know.” 

The tears that filled my eyes started to fall. I felt so hurt and betrayed. He purposely kept this from me. “You do what you need to do, Jensen. I’m going to get some air.” I grabbed my sweater and walked outside towards the beach. 

Sitting in the sand under the moonlight, I cried. I didn’t hear Jensen coming up behind me. When he heard me crying he stopped. Not knowing if he should give me space or come up and beg for forgiveness. 

He decided I still needed some space. So he walked back to the cabana. 

I sat on the beach, crying and listening to the sounds of the waves for almost two hours. By the time I got back to the cabana the lights were off, except our bedroom. The kids were asleep and everything was packed. 

I walked into our shared room to find Jensen sitting on the bed. I couldn’t even look at him. I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom to shower. I half expected him to come in there like he always did, but he didn’t. 

Stepping out of the shower I got dressed, brushed my hair and teeth and went back into the room. Jensen had changed for bed. No shirt and his gray sweatpants. Even though I was mad at him, seeing him like that just turned me on. When I walked in the room he stood up, grabbed his pillow and started to leave the room. “I’ll um, sleep on the couch. You can have the bed sweetheart.” 

I stood in stunned silence. I didn’t want him to leave, but the hurt prevented me from saying so. He walked out and gently closed the door. 

I crawled in bed and cried. I needed my husband. I laid in the bed, unable to go to sleep. My heart couldn’t bear the silence, the tension. I took a deep breath, got up and went to the living room. 

I whispered softly, “Jens?” I saw his head lift up, “Yeah, sweetheart?” I walked over to him, “Babe, please come to bed. I don’t want to spend the last night of our honeymoon alone in our bed. I love you, I’m just hurt you kept something so big from me. Please, Jensen.” 

Jensen stood up, and pulled me flush to him. “Darlin’ I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have made a decision about a new project without talking to you. I know it’s not an excuse, but I’ve gotten so used to making these decisions without a partner, it slipped my mind. Then the wedding stuff and I never talked to you about it. Baby I swear I didn’t do it on purpose. I’ll call Eric tomorrow and tell him we have to push filming back.”

“Jensen Ross, you will do no such thing. You made a commitment to him and the crew. I know you, you honor your commitments. I am not going to be the reason you disappoint anyone.” 

“Baby, you and the kids are all that matter to me. Projects come and go. There will be others.” I placed my hand on his face, cupping his cheeks softly in my hands, “Jens, we will be okay. You will fly out Tuesday, kick that project’s ass and come home to me and our children. I know your career is important to you too. You can have both, a loving, supportive, family and your acting career. Then when you get home we can work on our own little project.”

Jensen placed a soft kiss on my lips, “Why don’t we start right now?” I nodded, took his hand and led him back to our room. We made love, taking our time, exploring each other’s bodies, committing every inch to memory. 

By the time we got home we had already told the kids Jensen was leaving to film with Uncle Eric. The kids were bummed Jensen was leaving, but they understood. Jensen promised to come home or we would fly to him when we could. Jensen and I made a promise to each other and the kids to not go longer than two weeks without seeing each other in person. 

Tuesday morning after we got the kids off to school, I drove Jensen to the airport. We walked inside hand in hand. Some fans noticed us and of course Jensen took pictures, and signed some autographs. They congratulated  us on the wedding and asked how the kids were. One little girl handed me a bracelet she made for Jazzy. It had her name on it. “Oh sweetie, this is beautiful. I’ll make sure to give it to her today. Thank you.” She smiled and nodded. 

After they left, Jensen took my hand and we walked towards security. I couldn’t go beyond that point, so we had to say our goodbyes there. I tried to keep the tears at bay, but they filled my eyes. As a few fell, Jensen wiped them away with his thumb. He pulled me close to his chest. I inhaled deeply, smelling his cologne and feeling his warmth. “I love you sweetheart. I promise no more than two weeks and I’m back in your arms.” “I know Jens. I’m just going to miss you.” “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.” He tilted my chin up and kissed me deeply. My knees were weak and my hands tangled in his hair. His hands found my hair and he pulled me deeper into the kiss. 

We kissed until our lungs screamed for air. When we finally pulled away he cupped my face and I leaned into his touch. “I love you, beautiful.” “I love you too, Jensen. Be safe.” He nodded, kissed my forehead and went towards security. I stood there and watched. As he finished and started walking towards the gate he turned around and waved. I waved, and watched him until he disappeared. I drove home in silence.

* Time Jump October*

It was a chilly morning in October. I got the kids off to school and was getting things ready for Jensen to come home. The past few months had been hard, but we made it work. Anytime the kids had a long break I would pack the five of us up and head to Jensen. If he had a filming break he’d come to us. We made it work, but it was hard. 

Jensen was coming home today. They had a 3 week long break before post production started. He would be home for 3 weeks and then gone until right before Thanksgiving. I had planned  to spend as much time as I could wrapped in his arms. All the time apart wasn’t conducive to having a baby. We tried, but so far nothing. I was worried I might have trouble getting pregnant. It took awhile to get pregnant with Jazmyne, so I was starting to get worried. I figured with Jensen at home, he and I could sit down and talk about my worries. 

Later that afternoon Jensen was home and so were the kids. I cooked dinner while the kids played and Jensen unpacked. Standing at the stove I felt two strong arms wrap around me. I leaned back, “Hello husband.” He pulled me tighter to him, “Hello wife.” I turned around, facing him and kissed him. “I missed this so much, Jens.” “Me too darlin’.”

After family movie night and the kids were in bed I wanted to sit and talk to Jensen about my concerns. “Jens, I want to talk to you about something that’s been bothering me.” Jensen took my hand and sat with me on our bed, “Sure baby, I’m here.” I took a deep breath, “I had trouble getting pregnant with Jazzy. We tried, went to the doctors, tracked my ovulation, everything. It took years to get pregnant. I know we haven’t used protection since we got married, and I’m not pregnant. I’m worried we might have trouble getting pregnant, if I even can. I don’t know what to do, and I don’t want you to be upset if we can’t have a baby of our own.” 

Jensen looked at me, his green eyes so full of love, “Y/N, I love you more than anything. If we have a baby together that’s great, if not, that’s fine too. We have four incredible kids sleeping in the other rooms right now. Since I’m home for a while, let’s try. If by this time next month you’re not pregnant, then we will both go get checked by a doctor. I think we should just take the pressure off ourselves and just enjoy each other.” 

“Are you sure, Jens?” He cupped my face, “Absolutely. I personally think we’re going to have a lot of fun trying to get you pregnant. In fact, why don’t we start now?” 

He grabbed me and laid me back, causing me to giggle. 

For the next few weeks we just enjoyed each other’s company. We had sex, made love on almost every surface in the house. Jensen couldn’t keep his hands off of me. 

By the time Jensen had to leave for post production and wrapping up filming our connection had grown deeper. I was going to miss his touch, especially at night, but Jensen was going to be home in a few short weeks. This goodbye wasn’t as hard as the last one.

Thanksgiving was coming up next week, so I was running errands and getting food so we could host dinner. Jensen was due home in a few days, but I wanted to make sure all of the shopping was done so he didn’t need to worry. 

While I was out shopping with Nichole I got really dizzy. “Honey, did you eat anything this morning? I shook my head, “No, I wasn’t feeling the best and I needed to get the kids to school.” “Okay, let’s get us something to eat.”

We walked into a local diner and sat down. I ordered water and a breakfast platter with eggs, toast and bacon. Nichole ordered a burger and fries. When the food came a wave of nausea hit me hard, sending me to the bathroom. 

I came back a few minutes later, pale and sweating. “Sweetie, are you okay?” Nichole asked concerned. I shook my head, “I think I have the stomach bug the kids just got over. I need to go home. I feel awful.” 

I went home and crawled into bed. Gen offered to pick the kids up and Jared was going to pick up Jensen from the airport when he got home. Nichole came by and helped with the kids while I focused on getting better. 

The next few days were horrible. Between the headache, body ache and vomiting I honestly didn’t know how I was going to make it. Then Jensen came home. I had already warned him I was sick, so he was willing to stay in the guest room so he didn’t get sick. 

When he got home he crept into the bedroom, “Sweetheart, I’m home. How ya feeling?” I pulled the blanket over my head, “Like crap. I feel like crap and look just as bad. Please don’t look at me.” 

Jensen chuckled, “Oh come on sweetheart, “in sickness and health”, remember? Come on, let me see that beautiful face.” “No, I’m hideous.” I felt the bed dip down as Jensen sat. He lightly tugged on the blanket. I let it drop. 

“There she is. Hey beautiful.” His green eyes full of love as a smile stretched across his face. “Hi Jens.” “Honey, you’ve been sick for a lot longer than the kids were. Maybe we should see if the doctor can give you something to at least help you keep things down. I don’t want you to end up in the hospital.” I nodded.

“It’s settled, I’m gonna call the doctor. I’ll see if Nichole or Gen can watch the kids so I can take you.” 

A few hours later Jensen and I were sitting in a room at the doctor’s office. I laid on the table, Jensen stood next to me holding my hand. Dr. Johnson came in, “Y/N, Jensen, so nice to see you two. I see you’re not feeling too good, Y/N.” 

“Yeah, all the kids had a stomach bug, now I’ve got it and I can’t stop throwing up. I can barely keep water down.” “Well that’s not good. Let’s see what we can do. Maybe get you some antinausea meds and get your strength up.” 

“Oh when was the first day of your last period? I don’t see it on your chart.” “Um, Jens, it’s in my phone.” Jensen pulled out my phone, “I’m seeing October 12th.” Doctor Johnson wrote it down, “Okay, so we’re going to run some tests, is there even the slightest possibility you might be pregnant?” 

I looked at Jensen and he looked at me, “It’s always a possibility, but highly unlikely. He’s been gone for a few weeks.” Dr Johnson nodded, “Understood, but I need to rule it out, because some of the medicine we can give could cause harm to an unborn child.” 

About thirty minutes later I had been poked by needles, blood drawn, and went pee in a cup. I was exhausted and wanted to go home. Dr Johnson had given me a shot of antinausea medication that was safe to use during pregnancy in the event I was pregnant. I laughed, but welcomed any help. 

I had fallen asleep waiting for the results. Finally Dr Johnson came back in. “Sorry to have kept you guys waiting. There was an issue at the lab and I wanted to double check your results. So it seems you’re dehydrated, which I figured we’d see. Your iron is low, and you’re pregnant.” 

“So what should I do about the low iron? Wait, what?” Dr Johnson started chuckling, “Congratulations, Y/N, you’re pregnant.” I looked over at Jensen, he was just as stunned as I was. Tears filled our eyes, “Is she really?” Jensen asked. The doctor smiled and nodded. “So I want you to go next door and have an ultrasound done. We want to make sure the little one is doing okay, especially since you’ve been so sick. I’m also going to prescribe you some antinausea medicine to help you. Make an appointment with your OBGYN as soon as possible, and congratulations again.” He shook Jensen’s hand and mine.

I placed my hand on my belly and looked at Jensen, “We’re pregnant.” I said softly. Jensen pulled me into a hug and kissed my head, “We’re pregnant, you’re pregnant. I’m gonna be a dad again.”

A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. The ultrasound technician came in to take us to see the baby. My heart beat wildly in my chest as we walked down the hallway. Jensen placed his hand on the small of my back as we walked.

I climbed on the bed, and she got the machine ready. “So Mrs. Ackles, I understand we’re going to take some pictures of the baby, and check on their growth.” I nodded. “Well, I’m ready when you two are.”

I laid back and held Jensen’s hand, my eyes glued to the monitor. She placed the gel on my belly and grabbed the ultrasound wand. She moved it around, trying to find the heartbeat. I held my breath. Then I heard it, the rapid little sound filling the room. Tears spilled from my eyes. I looked over at Jensen, “That’s our baby, Jens.” “Yeah, that’s our baby.” He kissed my lips. 

The technician took some pictures and measurements. “Okay, it looks like you’re almost 7 weeks pregnant and it looks like you’re due on or around July 19th.” I gasped and Jensen chuckled. 

Before we left the appointment, I had my appointment scheduled with my OBGYN, and we had pictures of our baby. In the car I was a little quiet. “Honey, are you okay? Do you need anything?” “Yeah, Jens. I’m okay. I just can’t believe I’m pregnant, and their due date.” “Yeah, isn’t that crazy. It’s Jared’s birthday.” “Wait, what? That’s Jared’s birthday?” “Yeah, why. What were you thinking about?” “It was also Kash’s birthday.” I said softly, thinking about my little brother. 

Jensen grabbed my hand, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry. I forgot.” “It’s okay, Jens. I know I don’t talk about him that much.”

All the way home my mind drifted to my childhood. Well, early teen years. My baby brother, Kash and I were inseparable. I used to tell people he was my baby. We were almost 10 years apart. I remember coming home from school one day and my parents both being home and crying. I had no idea what was going on. I went to my room and my mom came in. She sat on my bed and told me at Kash’s appointment today the doctor told them he was sick. I didn’t understand why everyone was crying. “Why can’t you just give him medicine and make him better?” I asked. “Honey, it’s not that kind of sickness. He’s got cancer, and they can’t do anything about it. It wasn’t caught early enough.”

I still didn’t understand. I was twelve when he died. My parents and I were never the same. Now here I was pregnant, and the baby due on his birthday. 

We told Jensen’s parents, Jared, Gen, and Nichole I was pregnant. We wanted to wait to tell the kids, and of course everyone else. Jared was excited the baby was due on his birthday. 

The next few weeks Jensen and I navigated the early stages of my pregnancy. We decided we were going to announce my pregnancy around Christmas. We told the kids and they were excited. The girls wanted another girl, but Zeppy wanted a boy. “Daddy, it’s just you and me. We need another boy.” I laughed. Jensen agreed. 

The day to announce finally came. Jensen had a special stocking made and he placed it on the mantel next to all of ours. The photo taken showed Jensen’s stocking, Mine, all the kids’, then one at the end that said “Baby Ackles Coming July”. Jensen posted the phone and captioned it, “We need a bigger mantle. Baby Ackles Due in July.”

The support was overwhelming, and I loved sharing our little miracle with everyone.

*July*

My feet were swollen, it was hot. More hot than I’m sure it ever had been in Austin, and I was ready to have the baby. Jensen was home from filming because I was due soon, and he was not going to be in another country when I delivered our baby. 

Jensen’s mom came to town to help with the kids so Jensen could focus on me since I was so close to the due date and had appointments every week. I was so grateful for her. Gen and Nichole would come over to help her too. 

I woke up early with a pain in my back. I laid on my side, hoping it would help. Being this far in pregnancy it was always hard to get comfortable. I felt pressure and got out of bed to use the bathroom. 

I was washing my hands and suddenly I felt my water break. Trying not to panic or scare Jensen, I cleaned up the mess, changed and woke him up gently. “Jens, honey. I need you. Wake up baby.” He stretched and yawned, “What’s wrong baby?” “My water broke. We need to get to the hospital.”

His eyes shot open and he sat up quickly, “Your water broke?” I shook my head. He jumped out of bed, threw his clothes on and helped me down the stairs. He ran to the guestroom and woke his mom up to tell her I was in labor. 

She came downstairs, hugged me and kissed my head. “Good luck, sweetie. Call us when the baby is here.” I nodded. Jensen helped me to the car and threw the hospital bag in the back. 

He sent Jared and Nichole a text to let them know. I called the doctor to let them know we were on our way to the hospital. 

Arriving at the hospital, Jensen ran inside and returned with a nurse and a wheelchair. We got to the room, I was hooked up and soon it was time to deliver the baby. 

Jensen was pacing the room. I could tell he was nervous. The last time he was with someone giving birth he lost them. I reached for him. He walked over, I took his hand and pulled him close to me.

“Jens, everything is going to be okay. Take a breath.” He took a deep breath and let it out. Before too long it was time to deliver. Jensen was even more nervous. 

He kept asking questions about me, the baby and what to expect. The doctor was understanding and answered every question he had. 

It was time to push. Jensen held my hand, encouraging me and helping me through each contraction. Before too long, a tiny cry was heard.

Tears fell from mine and Jensen’s eyes. He kissed my forehead, “You did it baby.” The doctor put the baby on my chest and looked at Jensen, “Mr. Ackles, would you like to cut the cord?” Jensen nodded and cut the umbilical cord. 

I kissed our baby’s head, counted ten fingers and ten toes. Their eyes are the most beautiful shade of green, like Jensen’s. I was so deeply in love, just like I was the day Jazzy was born. 

Once we were cleaned up and in my room, Jensen took a picture and sent it to Jared, Nichole, and his mom. Congratulations came pouring in with each text he sent. I held our baby as Jensen kept taking pictures. 

I handed the baby to Jensen so I could take pictures of him holding them. He looked so in love. Jensen was made to be a father. 

When our family arrived later we announced to them the gender and the name we had picked. Jared, Gen, Nichole, all our babies, and Jensen’s parents were there. 

Jensen held the baby, “Y/N and I would like to introduce you all to our beautiful little boy, Kash Tristan Ackles. Born at 6:35 am July 19th. He weighed 8lbs 8oz and was 21 ½ inches long. 

Jared was beaming. Not only was the baby born on his birthday, but he also carried his middle name. He pulled Jensen in for a hug, “Thank you man, that means the world to me.” He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. 

Looking around the room I realized just how much my life has changed in the past few years. I went from total despair when Josh and my mom died, to complete bliss with my son in my arms. Surrounded by my new family. 

Jensen leaned in and kissed my lips, “I love you, Y/N. Thank you for all of this.” I kissed him, “I love you too, Jensen. Thank you for all of this.” 

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[rise] leo x reader (post movie)

Movie Spoilers!!

Angst to Fluff <3

Prompt 7: "I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!" "And I'm trying to subtly avoid it!"

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Emotions were running high, to say the least.

Everyone was coping anyway they could

Donnie was locked away in his lab, tinkering with his tech in hopes of making it safer

Raph was cooped up in his room, refusing to come out, practicing anger management

And Mikey kept practicing and practicing his mystic magic.

Leo on the other hand? He kept on going as of his usual self.

Albeit, he was a bit more serious, but he was acting as if nothing had ever happened.

You thought maybe he just didn't want to talk about it so soon. But days turned to weeks, turned to months. And now it had been 7 months after the invasion, and he had yet to talk about it.

You asked all of his brothers if had opened up and talked to them, not needing to know the details, just wanting to see if he had been able to speak to someone about the traumatizing event. Yet, everyone said no.

Leo had his lips sealed... Other than his typical one liners and puns, that is.

You were determined to get him to talk, to anyone, really, it didn't have to be you! You just wanted the best for him, and suppressing his feelings just wasn't the way to do so.

You were going to trap him. No way for him to escape, no way for him to avoid you, nothing.

You promised Leo a romantic night out. A rooftop with fairy lights, blankets and pillows, his favorite foods and snacks, the whole works.

"A surprise you say, and what brought this on Mi amor?" "oh nothing, just thought I'd do something nice for you, mi rey" (mi rey = my king) oh he was putty in your hands, especially after that nickname. And so you two continued on with your day as normal.

Once evening rolled around, you texted Leo the address, and started your trip there.

Surprisingly, you were the first to arrive, meaning you could double check everything, just in case.

Poor Leo arrived and practically melted, the scene was so romantic, with New Yorks city lights making a beautiful background for your two's night out.

You ate dinner, had a dessert, and then just laid together under the fairy lights.

"Oh, mi vida (my life) you have truly outdone yourself, really, you've swept me off my feet." "I'm glad Leo, really, I know these last few months have been... Rough" "haha, right ... Ahem, anyway, that dinner was impeccable, mi amor, this whole date has been delicious, yet I still have room for more... *Wink* because I could just eat you up!" His fingers went to your sides, tickling you to the point of you not being able to breathe. The only sounds you could make, were wheezing.

"LEOOOOOO STO- HAHAHAHA- STOOOOOP" He only stopped when he noticed your face was too close to a blue hue.

"ok, ok, ok, my hands *jazz hands* are up, officer"

You sighed, "Leo... Look, you... You're great, really, and... I want you to know that, I love you, so so much, ok? And, all I want is the best for you!"

"I'd sure hope so, we are dating y'know"

"Leo... You know what I mean Mi Rey"

"Of course I do! This romantic gesture, your loving words, are you going to propose to me mi amor?"

"Leo..."

"I mean, I do believe we are young, but, he'll! I'd say yes!"

"LEO!"

"Mi Vida!"

"I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!"

"And I'm trying to subtly avoid it!"

...

You stared at each other. And that's when you saw it. The fear. Leo was scared, you could see it in his eyes, it swirled around, grabbing him, choking him. He quickly looked away, feeling the lump in his throat grow bigger and bigger

"Leo... I know it's hard to talk about but... You can't keep it bottled up, it will only make things worse, mi rey" "... I know but..." He looked back up at you.

You could tell he was struggling, so you took hold of his hand, and started rubbing hearts in his palm. "It's ok, Leo, take your time" you said softly.

Your voice always calmed him. You were kind, and calm, a grand contrast to his... Grand and expressive personality. He loved it.

"y/n, I- my brother's, they're all- they're all struggling and I- I just wanted to-" he broke into a sob. You hugged him, tightly, allowing him to melt into you.

You took deep breaths, knowing Leo would mimic your breathing.

As he calmed down a bit, he continued "all go my brother's, they're all, they're all struggling so much, and I- all I want to do is- is cheer them up y'know? I- I wanna be their rock, I wanna be your rock too" you sighed, hugging him tighter "Leo, as much as we all appreciate the sense of normalcy you've given, that's, that's not the way to do so. What your brothers and I want is to bond over this big traumatic event we've all faced, together. You don't have to talk to me about it, it could be anyone, so long as you're not keeping it to yourself, mi vida"

It was Leo's turn to sigh. He turned, looking into your eyes, they were a bit red from his crying, and a bit puffy, but he seemed... Relived.

He then buried his face in your chest, and continued

He talked and talked, about his fears, his regrets, how he wished he could've done more, how he was so scared, how he tried his best, and still almost failed

You and Leo were there all night. Until the sun came up, waking you both. He seemed... Lighter, as if a weight heavier than life itself had been lifted off his chest.

And all Leo could think about, walking hand in hand with you on his side, back to the lair, was how much he loved you, every part of you.

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