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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Imagines: Touchdown Celebrations

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Summary: The gender reveal of your second pregnancy, and third baby, has to top the first reveal. You and Joe decide you want to incorporate the team again just like you did with the twins’ and even go on to decide to do it during a game… but still keep it secretive to the outside world.

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*18 weeks pregnant*

Another day at Paycor Stadium, except today wasn't just any day… today Joe and I would be finding out the gender of our third baby.

The twins’ gender reveal had been a hot topic on the internet after the story was told, and Joe and I both knew we'd have to step it up even more.

I can honestly say that I planned pretty much everything by myself last time, but this time around Joe had been bouncing ideas off of me constantly.

The team was going to be the stars of the show once again. It made sense because of how present they were in Joe and me’s lives, the boy's lives, and the pregnancy of the unborn baby still inside my womb.

I sat in the box with Robin on my right, Miles on her lap, and Tyson on my left.

Both of us were waiting patiently for the guys to run out and the outcome of the coin toss since it would be telling us how much longer we would have to wait for Joe and his offense to be on the field.

We would be on offense when the reveal of our baby's gender would happen.

This was how it was going to go down.

On our offense’s opening drive, Joe would ideally try to get the ball to one of his guys, ending in a touchdown.

The entire offense would go to the end zone, minus Joe of course, and either flex their arms for a boy or do a ballerina spin for a girl.

At first, Joe loved the idea but hated the flexing vs spinning because he found it subjective and kinda sexist.

He couldn't come up with any alternatives so Joe reluctantly agreed to the original idea.

Before the game, Coach Taylor kicked Joe out of the locker room and told the offense the gender of the baby.

Now that the guys knew what they were doing, all we needed was a touchdown.

Both Robin and I had spent the last 10 minutes trying to explain everything to Tyson and Miles in the best possible way you can to two two-year-olds.

Even though they still couldn't understand, their attention was immediately lost when “Dada” ran out onto the field.

I will never get tired of seeing them getting so excited watching their father do what he loves.

Miles had squirmed off of his grandma’s lap and was standing at the railing by his twin as they jumped up and down, cheering for their favorite person.

The moment was so blissful and sweet that I almost couldn't hear Robin talking to me.

“So, have you gotten sick yet? I know you had really bad morning sickness with the twins so I wanted to see if there was a difference.” - Robin

My hand dropped to the small bump that was just now starting to show through my shirt.

“No sickness which is insane. Joe thinks it's a girl because of that.” - you smiled

“I think it is too.” - Robin grinned

I stood up and walked down to the railing to coral the boys back to their seats, thankfully they chose not to fight back.

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When Joe and his guys took the field, both Robin and I were high on excitement. She took one of my hands and squeezed it tight.

I could tell that Joe was trying to get down to the end zone quicker than normal.

Because of that, it wasn't long till they were within the 25-yard line.

Robin and I were practically bubbling with a mix of nerves and pure ecstasy.

Jimmy stood up at the top of the box talking to a few other people while still paying attention to the field in hopes of finding out what his next grandbaby would be.

The offense didn't keep us waiting too long for a touchdown. My heart was beating so fast as Tee caught the pass and waved the rest of the guys into the end zone.

Joe stood a few feet away, his heart beating just as fast, and he looked up at you and his boys waiting patiently for the results.

He so wished he was with you, but he knew he'd try to get you down to him during halftime to celebrate.

The O-line, receivers, and the rest of the guys started doing a ballerina spin.

“It’s a girl!” - Robin yelled and hugged you

My eyes welled up with tears as I watched Joe jump up in down out of pure excitement. He was finally going to be the girl dad he's always wanted to be.

“Joe looks so happy.” - Jimmy

“He wanted a girl so bad.” - you cried

“Congratulations sweetie, I'm so happy for you guys.” - Robin

Jimmy handed me a tissue knowing I would be mad AF if my makeup ran.

Tyson and Miles both stared at me confused, before looking at each other to confirm they were seeing the same thing.

“Mama?” - Miles

“You wokay?” - Tyson

“I’m perfect, guys. I'm really happy actually because Mommy has a baby girl in her belly. That's why Daddy’s friends did that little dance after Uncle Tee got the touchdown.” - you

“Baby Girl?” - Tyson

“Yup. You guys are going to have a baby sister in a few months.” - you

Miles and Tyson smiled widely and moved forward to my bump. They laid their little heads on it to be closer to their sister.

“Is it Daddy’s bwaby… too?” - Miles

Robin and I busted out laughing before I composed myself enough to answer him.

“Yes, it's your daddy’s baby too.” - you

My eyes shifted down to the sidelines where Joe was still celebrating with a wide smile on his face. Everyone was hugging him and patting him on the back.

I didn't think my heart could warm any more than it already had, but when I realized Joe was crying and continuously wiping his eyes I thought my heart was going to explode.

“Dada’s cryin’!” - Tyson

“It’s because he's happy, baby.” - you

Ty scooted closer to me and laid his head on my shoulder.

“Are you happy for a baby sister?” - you

“Mhm. We can match!” - Tyson

“You wanna match with sissy? Like you do with Miles?” - you

“Yes!” - Tyson

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As soon as it hit halftime, a security guard escorted me and the boys down to the locker room after Joe texted me saying Zac gave him the okay to talk to me for a second.

Both of my hands were occupied with holding a twin’s hand in mine as we walked down the hallway.

We rounded the corner and my pase quickened when I saw that familiar tall frame leaning up against the wall.

Once we were within a foot of him I let go of the twin’s hands and ran up to Joe, who had his arms wide open for me.

“Baby, I can't believe we're having a girl.” - Joe wrapped his arms around you

“Me either. I'm so excited.” - you

“I am too. I get to be a girl dad.” - Joe

“Yes, you do, baby. I can't wait to pick out a name for her and start brainstorming nursery ideas with you.” - you

“I’m going to spoil the living daylights out of her… and you too, mama.” - Joe

I laughed as I pulled away, thinking of a response in the meantime.

“I’m sure you will, babe.” - you laughed

Tyson and Miles walked out from behind me and Joe squatted down to hug his boys, though Tyson complained that Joe’s shoulder pads made the hug “uncwumfy”.

Once they were done hugging their dad, Joe stood back up and placed a kiss on my cheek. He placed a big hand on the center of my small bump and grinned at me.

“I don't want to keep you from the team too long, I'll see you later.” - you

“One, my family is way more important than football, and two you better be seeing me later because I'm your ride home.” - Joe

“You're a dork, Joe. I love you though.” - you

Joe leaned down to kiss me, faint sounds of the team inside the locker room getting hyped, and the twins gagging watching their parents kiss could be heard, but the only thing that I could pay attention to was my husband's soft lips.

“I love you too.” - Joe pecked your forehead when he pulled away

I watched him turn in the direction of the door and I took this as an opportunity to smack him on the butt since the twins were occupied looking at the artwork on the walls.

“Go win this game, Tiger.” - you winked

Joe chuckled loudly and rolled his eyes before stepping into the locker room. My smile never left my face as I watched him walk over to Zac, who is a proud girl dad himself, patted him on the back.

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Walking back to the box with my boys had my heart flourishing like never before. They continuously asked questions about their baby sister and for once it felt like nothing could ruin my mood, not even the fact I was going to have smile lines by 40.

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Authors note: Guys I lost my streak… so this is technically the 6th day of Christmas. Day 5 coming out later today maybe. 😊😉

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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And they were roommates (part 11)

A/N: I hope this works because my internet is KILLING ME.

Warning: 18+ content SHIT IS STARTING TO GET REAL.

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The next day, you and Simon had driven to the house. It felt like two parents visiting a house to move in with their kids. It made you laugh. The house was enormous. 4 bedrooms, three bathrooms, a spacious kitchen, a big living room with a tv big enough to feel like at the cinema. A very modern house painted in dark tones. All that you liked. You had looked at Kate and General Hopkins as he spoke.

"You deserve some comfort. You've been such a great asset-"

"You're trying to give me a luxurious house because I almost got killed."

The silence set for a minute, Ghost grabbing the back of your pants as he stood behind you.

"Yes… pretty much" the general admitted.

You rolled your eyes. Kate shook her head.

"You also deserve it. Plus you need a bigger space since you are having even more roommates." She smiled.

You sighed. Ghost ran his thumb on your lower back, soothing you. It sent a shiver down your spine. He loved to do this. You had noticed it. These little touches, hidden from others. It grounded you to him. If you felt anxious, nervous or tense. You loved it. He couldn't stop touching you.

The week after, you had moved in. Gaz and Soap were sharing a room, Konig had his own room and Ghost and you too. You had wanted to share Ghost's room but to keep things slow you had both preferred to stay like that. You'd share each other's beds in any way. Soap and Gaz were thrilled, Konig was too but in his own quiet way. Ghost seemed tense already.

"Hey… you alright?" You asked when the boys were a bit further away in the house.

"Starting to regret living with these idiots already."

"Konig's quiet."

"Wait until they play board games."

You had laughed.

You had settled in your room nicely. The space felt much bigger than your old apartment. However it felt less empty. Even from your room you could hear the boys laughing, or the TV playing. You smiled to yourself. Things had changed so much in a few months. You didn't regret it at all.

You were putting away your clothes in your new walk in closet. You were at peace, finally. Walking back into your room, you yelped when you noticed someone sitting on top of your bed.

"What the-"

You squinted your eyes. You knew it was him. You would have recognized him even in the dark. But… him, sitting there, without his mask on, made your heart beat as if it wanted to leave your chest.

"Fuck… even your face is hot." You let out.

You immediately blushed when you realized that once more your mouth had been faster than your brain.

You tried to hide your blushing face in your hands as you heard him laugh.

"Come here bunny."

You dropped your hands, biting your lip and walking to him. You stood in between his legs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…"

You smiled, finally holding his face in your hands as his arms wrapped around your waist.

"I was happily surprised." You whispered.

He closed his eyes letting his face rest in between your chest, earning a chuckle from you. God he did look handsome.

"I just… thought it was time to show you my face." He said, voice muffled by your own body.

"I am honored. You don't have to if you feel uncomfortable." You assured him.

"I feel safe with you. I don't mind at all."

It made your heart jump in your chest. He felt safe with you. You wrapped your arms around his head, leaning your own on top of his.

You remained like this for a little while until a knock was heard.

"Hey guys!" Soap called.

Simon groaned against you. You laughed.

"Someone's here to see you!"

You frowned.

"We'll be downstairs in a minute Soap." You called back.

You tried to separate the embrace but he held onto you.

"Come on Simon. Let's go see who's there." You smiled at him.

He stared at you for a long minute.

"You're so pretty when you smile…"

You blushed heavily at the compliment.

"Thank you…" you dropped a soft kiss on his lips.

He sighed against your lips before you finally separated. He grabbed his mask that was thrown on top of the bed, only noticing it now, before dropping it over his head.

You threw a last smile at him before you headed for the door.

You walked down the stairs with him, meeting the rest of the house and Price in the living room.

You turned your head to finally see your guests. Mellissa and Amy.

"Oh Sparrow! Are you alright?" She was worried.

"Y/N! Ghowsty!" Amy cheered.

You could have laughed at the shocked expressions on the rest of the team. You finally reached them, taking Amy into your arms as she was impatiently extending hers towards you.

"hey! How are you monkey?" you kissed her cheek making her giggle.

As Simon came to a stop next to you she extended her arms to him. You had been beaten at this game. He was her favorite. You looked at him, his eyes not leaving you and the little girl in your arms. You saw something unfamiliar in his eyes before he extended his own arms to pick up the little girl.

"gowsty!" she smiled at him.

"hey little baby princess." he cooed.

Yes. he did. And it made you melt on the spot. Melissa grinned and the rest of the room were absolutely shocked. It took one glance from ghost for them to look away. You rolled your eyes. You invited Melissa to come sit on the couch with everyone as ghost and Amy followed. She decided to sit on his lap and not move from there, playing with his skeleton gloves.

"Boys, this is Melissa gallegos. She's my friend and the mother of this sweetheart, Amy." You cooed as well, softly brushing a strand of hair out of her face, making her giggle. Simon looked like he wanted to devour you for a split second.

"this is Soap" you introduced.

The little went into a giggle of laughter, making everyone melt in the room.

"soap!" she repeated.

The man in question blushed a bit, waving at her.

"why you'calld soap?" she asked.

The room temperature suddenly changed but Ghost was quick to move.

"because he loves washing his hair." he lied.

The truth was not something for her little ears. Soap looked a bit hurt but the rest laughed.

"this, is Gas. because... because that's his name." Ghost said, taking the lead.

"This.."

For a second you were worried about her reaction towards Konig. He stood in the room a bit further away. He was trying to hide his big frame, probably not to scare the child but was failing.

"this is Konig. He's... a friend." Ghost tried. It was clumsy. He was trying to find a way to make her accept the big guy.

"Why he sow bwig?" she asked.

"Amy..." Melissa started.

"Because he's half giant." Ghost said, making everyone chuckle and Konig rubbed the back of his head.

"he has supew powers?" she asked, not letting Konig out of her sight.

"yes." he asked.

"wat?" she asked.

"he gives the best hugs! and when you're in his arms you're super tall!" Soap said.

She giggled.

"thas not a supew power!"

"ah! you should try!" he winked at her.

She thought for a minute before extending her arms towards him, leaving you in a bit of shock. This little girl would never cease to amaze you. Konig had frozen on the spot.

"Konig. Come here." Ghost ordered.

You were going to protest, telling him not to force him if he was uncomfortable, but Konig moved forwards very slowly. Finally in front of Ghost and Amy, he picked her up very slowly as if she was made of glass. The little girl didn't say anything while looking around.

"im tawler than everwyone!" she claimed happily, making everyone laugh.

Konig looked relieved, until she looked into his eyes through the mask. She touched it a bit.

"ah ah Amy. We talked about this." Melissa warned.

"imno gonna take it off!" she said, looking offended.

It made you smile. As she turned back to the man.

"you eyes awe pwetty. They blue" she said, making the monster of a man melt on the spot.

She hugged him before asking to go back to ghost's lap. Konig was very flustered but walked back next to soap to sit on another couch.

"This is Captain price. Or as Y/N calls him, dad."

You gasped, looking at Ghost horrified. Everyone laughed. Amy was deep in thoughts. Before jumping from Ghost lap and running to price

"gwandpaw!"

Now Melissa looked horrified. It clicked so fast in your mind. How Melissa called you her sister and Amy's aunt. The very clever girl added 1+1 and decided that if you were her aunt and Price was your dad, obviously he was her grandfather.

Price had looked taken aback but gladly held her in his arms.

Ghost sulked a bit, suddenly not being the center of attention of the little girl. You left the boys being completely amazed by the little girl as you turned to melissa.

"How are you? Laswell told me what happened. I was in the room when she was talking to Hopkins." she looked worriedly at you.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Not my first rodeo, we both know that." you said, grabbing her hand in yours.

"I was so damn worried. I couldn't handle it, and Amy surely wouldn't." she said.

"Hey, I'm fine. Don't worry alright? I have a whole team of bodyguards constantly watching over me now" you said in a joking tone looking at the boys behind you.

Amy was standing on top of the table, the men on their knees or crouching around it.

"though your daughter seems to be their master. She has a talent of bringing these terrifying men to their knees.'' You laughed with melissa.

You both watched as Amy took turns, touching soap's mohawk, price's hat, gas's hat, Ghost mask and konig's too.

"Stay for dinner, the boys will be thrilled." You said.

And they were. They were absolutely thrilled. You had made dinner with Melissa while they had played with Amy's legos that Ghost had bought for her the last time. Now you all sat at table dining, talking happily. Amy was so fascinated by the way Konig ate underneath his mask that she'd forget to eat what was in her mouth. Konig had felt very embarrassed under her scrutiny and had avoided eye contact.

You had stopped for a second, looking at the table you sat at. You felt grateful. For all of these people.

Once dinner was over, the boys had cleaned up the table, except ghost who was trapped by a little girl in his arms. She was starting to get sleepy. Ghost had glanced at you as you sent a wink his way, making him shake his head.

"what's happening between you and the liteutenant?"

Melissa's voice made you slightly jump.

"hum... well... we're... together." you spoke.

You tried not to blush but she gasped, a smirk on her face afterwards.

"you go girl! daaaamnn." she said.

You rolled your eyes.

"so it's serious huh?" she asked

"yeah... I think it is... he trusts me enough to show me his face."

She looked touched, holding you in her arms.

"I'm so happy for you. Really. You deserve it."

You smiled, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. You blinked them away.

"Thank you Melissa. I'm so happy you're in my life too."

She smiled at you before turning back to ghost. The little girl had fallen asleep in his arms as he kept pacing around to rock her softly. You noticed that the boys had lowered the volume of their voices too, as Ghost eyed them like a hawk at every decibel too high for his taste.

"He'd be a great dad." Melissa teased.

"We're far from that. Please don't start." You begged.

You walked towards him.

"Thank you lieutenant. She really adores you." she said to him.

"No problem." he nodded.

"I think we should go home." she said, glancing at you and then at the sleeping girl.

"Alright, we'll walk you to the car." you offered, Ghost clearly not wanting to wake up the little girl, agreed.

Everyone bid their goodbyes in a hushed tone under Ghost's gaze. You walked Melissa to the car, ghost had dropped the little girl, her car seat buckling her up.

"Thank you lieutenant." she smiled.

You stood next to him as Melissa looked at you both.

"Thank you for taking care of her lieutenant". she said.

You blushed heavily, looking down to hide your face.

"The best mission I've chosen." he answered back.

You bit your lip looking up at him as he glanced down back at you. Melissa got into her car and left, leaving you both at the entrance of the house.

"You're gonna catch a cold. let's go back inside." he said, his hand meeting your lower back.

"Simon." you called.

He looked at you, waiting.

"Thank you. for taking care of me."

"No. Thank you. For holding on to me. To my... fucked up mind and scarred body."

Your eyes faltered, his words hurting you in a way you didn't think was possible. You grabbed his face in between your hands, his masked face dropping to touch your forehead with his.

"You're everything Simon. you. Ghost. the lieutenant. all of you." you comforted him.

He hugged you tighter.

"fuck.." he cursed under his breath.

A breeze passed by, soothing the incredible heat in your body.

"come on... let's head back."

You nodded, stepping inside with him.

One thing had been absolutely sure. The boys loved playing games. When they weren't training or at the base and they were bored at home, they'd always want to play a board game or a game of cards. And right now. The game of cards was improvised. The evening had rolled in, you had been working in your room, and the boys were bored. It had begun as a simple game, Soap had ordered pizzas, and you sat around the large table in the living room. But as time passed, those menaces had decided to add some dares to the game. If you'd lose, you'd have to do something. Price had been skeptical, Ghost too, especially because he was worried about what the boys could make you do just to taunt him.

After the first round, where, much to Soap's dismay, he had lost, he was forced to play with handcuffs for the next 5 rounds. Watching him struggle during round 2 made Price laugh way too much, so he remained for the game. Obviously he very quickly regretted his choice.

Gaz had brought some Rhum, and even if it remained very calm, alcohol loosened minds and… tongues. You were all a bit tipsy. And the dares were beginning to be slightly hotter than they should be. Konig was shirtless… the poor man was extremely embarrassed. Gaz and Soap made out, a little predicament created by you. Unfortunately that had horribly backfired. You had to call Laswell and ask her if Price could legally adopt you. She was extremely confused but had said yes. Price added that he'd keep it in mind.

To counter that you had prepared a little cocktail for the next looser, Soap. You made sure it was incredibly spicy. He had died, his soul leaving his body for a minute. Ghost seemed to be a very good player, managing to lose twice. He had to draw two little blush points on his mask with lipstick. He looked extremely cute. The second time he had to let the boys draw something on his arms with a sharpie. He had rolled his eyes. After that he had escaped all shenanigans except one, he also had to take off his shirt. For some reason these men loved seeing each other half naked.

Price had tapped out, opting for going home before he lost all credibility as a captain. Konig had also begged to be let go, you had obviously let the poor man leave, remembering him he didn't need permission, and shouldn't listen to the boys. Now, as the four of you remained. The dares become completely ridiculous. Now Gaz was handcuffed to Soap. They had a wife and husband written on their foreheads with a sharpie. You had cringed, you knew he'd be hard to clean up.

The tapping point was you having to… lick your way from Ghost's clothed mouth to the aim of his pants, under the careful gaze of the two men. You were blushing hard. Ghost's eyes were fixated on you, his breath had quickened. His hand had reached your hair, tightening there when you passed over his abs.

You had tried your best to hide your blush when you stood up. You could feel Simon's eyes following your every movement. When soap had tried to comment something along the lines of 'I'm jealous I want a bunny too', he had received a smack behind the head as a warning. The last round had hit, everyone was tired as 3 am was slowly approaching. To everyone's surprise, Ghost lost. Soap and Gaz had run to you, and you were now trying to find the perfect dare to conclude the game.

Soap finally jumped.

"I know! You have to wear a dog collar and a leash all day for Y/N!"

You had gasped and blinked slowly, trying to process what he had said. You looked at Ghost, he seemed to think about it.

"Simon…" you called.

"Ok."

Did he… agree?! You were unsure if it was the alcohol or something else.

"Nice!" Gas said.

You were extremely confused… and slightly excited. The sight might be something worth seeing.

You had called it a night, kissing Simon goodnight and hopping into bed. The liquor and the tiredness made your head buzz as you closed your eyes.

The next morning you had woken up rather begrudgingly. You needed a coffee. Or tea. You had thrown one of Simon's hoodies on and some leggings before heading down stairs. The house was noisier than usual for this hour. You had walked into the living room, greeting everyone. Soap and gas had a grin on their face. Ghost had walked to you, lifting up his mask to kiss you deeply.

This was the best way to wake up. Truly.

"Good morning" you mumbled in a sleepy voice.

"Good morning bunny." He growled.

You were taken aback from his tone. What was going on this morning?

"Breakfast is ready, come on!" Soap called.

You had sat at the table and eaten breakfast with everyone until Price had walked in, a bag in hand.

"Good morning everyone!" He greeted.

The boys were quick to their feet as ghost sighed, getting up as well. He extended his hand to you, making you get up and step to him. He dropped your hand to reach his neck with both hands, taking his dog tags and transferring them to your neck. You stumbled on your words looking at him. You felt incredibly honored and thrilled and… owned.

"S-simon… I…."

"Fuck. You're gonna have to let me take a picture of you like that." He talked in a hushed tone to you.

He didn't leave any room for an answer as he grabbed your head and made you walk with him to the others.

"I have no idea why you asked me to pick this up, but I have a feeling it has something to do with last night's game." Price said as he dropped the bag on one of the couches and grabbed the objects inside.

Your eyes widened when you saw him take out a dog collar and a leash, both black.

"Oh my god…" you let out.

"Yes!! Captain you are the best!" Soap almost yelled.

Gas was just as excited as him.

"Alright, so who has to wear this?" He asked, turning to soap and then gas.

When they both turned towards ghost, who stood next to you, arms crossed, Price froze for a second.

"Really?" He asked with his signature smile.

You were unable to process what was happening as Soap took the object and ran to the man next to you. He stopped when he saw the dark gaze of his lieutenant.

"Sergeant, if you try to put it around my neck I will break your hands." He warned.

Soap smirked but nodded before handing you the collar and leash.

"Wait, WHAT." You cried out.

You looked at the black leather collar. It had a silver tag shaped like a skull. You turned it to see Riley written behind. They had made it engraved. The leash was a mix of black leather and chain. It was pretty basic. You were taken out of your thoughts as you saw Simon bend down next to you, now eye to eye level.

"Simon, really?" You asked.

"I am a man of my word." He said.

You shook your head. This… was ridiculous. The rest of the team looked at you expectedly. You sighed, unbuckling the damn thing before very slowly approaching it to his neck. The eye contact was intense as you secured it around his neck, and the tension was breakable as you hooked the leash on it.

"Bloody hell. You're all insane." Price let out, finally breaking the tension.

He straightened up as you still held the leash in your hand.

"There! Now you have scary dog privileges!" Soap joked.

"This is a sight LT." Gas added.

"When did this happen?" Konig asked, poor man confused.

You couldn't believe this.

Ok. Alright. It was a matter of 24h. It might be fun after all.

You had continued about your day, unleashing Ghost. Soap and gas had forced you to keep the leash on you so you could put it back whenever needed. They were having way too much fun with this. You had your laptop on your lap as you worked through some things on the couch, Simon not too far. You had heard some commotions behind you in the kitchen.

"Y/N! Get your dog!"

You smirked.

"It don't bite." You said matter of factly.

"Yes IT DO!" Soap threw back.

You had continued to work without paying attention to them. During the day you had found yourself often playing with the tags around your neck, letting your fingers trace the letters on it. Mindlessly bringing it to your lips when you were lost in thoughts. You had only noticed it when soap had thrown a comment about it.

"Y/N."

"Hmm?"

"You don't have to kiss that, the real thing is right here."

You had blinked looking at him and then at Ghost. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you saw him, hunched over the kitchen counter both hands on it, gazing at you through his lashes like he wanted to pounce on you.

Soap had immediately excused himself and you had let the tags fall back to your chest.

"S-sorry…" you apologized.

He had suddenly realized his posture as you spoke, straightening himself and cleared his throat.

"No problem."

He had quickly walked out, the tag on his collar clicking, leaving you confused.

The interaction had remained in your mind. He had seemed a bit distant afterwards. You had gone out for a drink, soap and gas reminding you that you had to keep him on a leash. You had been horrified at the thought but Ghost had grabbed the end of the leash and hooked it in his collar.

It had been funny to see all the soldiers at the bar avoiding all eye contact towards your table. The sheer fear the man next to you created in them was astounding. And yet he was next to you, as your hand held onto the leather leash connected to his dog collar. He had made sure to reach to your neck and take out the dog tags so everyone could see it.

"Damn he possessive." Gas had joked, being completely ignored by his lieutenant.

And he was. You had gotten up to order another drink at the bar.

"What can I get you ?" The bartender asked smiling at you.

"Hum can I get a mojito, with strawberry syrup?" You asked tentatively.

"Oh! Sure, Nice!" He agreed with a wink.

When you had walked back to the table with your drink, Simon had wrapped his arms around your waist and not let go for the rest of the night.

You felt a bit uneasy because you could clearly see his mood had changed. You had gotten home around midnight and everyone had gone to bed. The boys had finally let Ghost alone with the collar, though he was still wearing it. You had brought him into your bedroom to try and talk it out.

"Y/N, I'm fine, come one hop into bed." He had tried.

You were still holding the leash and you straightened it, applying only a bit of pressure.

"Simon."

His gaze had darkened.

"Tell me."

"Your time is up bunny. The leash is off now." He warned.

You furrowed your brows in challenge, applying even more pressure in the leash. He growled.

"Bunny. Let. Go." He warned again.

"Then tell me." You confronted again.

He reached your hand, bringing you to his chest. You yelped. His hand was holding your jaw softly.

"You had fun having me on a leash all day?"

His special dark tone was back. The one that sent shivers down your spine and made you feel like he was a predator hunting his prey.

"Well, everyone knew who you belonged to." You teased.

He chuckled darkly.

"Yeah. Same with my tags around your pretty neck." He made you spin around, now making you look into the mirror on the wall. His hand traveled from your stomach to your chest where the tags dangled. Your breath hitched as his hand hovered over your breast.

"Look at you. Mine. So fucking pretty." He growled in your ear.

"You know what. You're such a pretty sight to see. Let's immortalize this pretty sight."

You frowned.

"W-what?" You asked.

He took his phone out with his other hand, turning it on and opening his camera.

"Grab the leash." He ordered.

You obeyed, holding the leash over your shoulder. He placed his hand over your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place. He aimed the lense towards the mirror, taking both of you into view.

"Good girl…" he praised, making you close your eyes and tilt your head back.

He had taken a picture at that exact moment.

"So pretty fuck. I wanted to punch that guy at the bar you know."

You finally understood.

"Simon… his wink was just playful… it-"

"No… not his wink. The way he eyed your ass when you walked away from him. That. That made me want to rip his head off."

Oh. You hadn't noticed that. He was jealous. God that man was possessive.

He closed his eyes for a little second.

"Simon. I'm yours." You reminded him.

He opened his eyes, planting them into yours in the mirror. He visibly relaxed.

"My bunny."

"My wolf." You teased.

He laughed a bit, relieved.

"That's new."

You turned around hugging him. He took off his mask, letting it drop to bed behind you. He dropped a kiss on top of your head.

"I'm sorry… "

"Why?" You questioned.

"I… sometimes lose myself. You have to tell me if I scare you an-"

"No!"

You looked at him as he frowned.

"I'm not scared Simon. Please don't think that. You never hurt me. And I trust you."

He took a moment before nodding.

"Come on, bed time."

You whined.

"Sleep with me tonight." You asked.

"Bunny… not tonight. I got to wake up early tomorrow, the team has to go to base."

"A mission ?"

"Something like that. I'll tell you more after I get info."

You nodded.

You had slipped into pj's in your bathroom before slipping into bed. He had stayed just to be able to tuck you into bed. He turned around heading to leave before you stopped him.

"Simon…"

"Yes baby?"

"Can you send me that picture…" you blushed.

"Of course bunny."

Once he was out you smiled to yourself. He was really possessive over you. You knew there was a part of him that felt scared that thought you might regret this relationship. That he was not good for you. You wanted to prove him wrong. Your phone buzzed.

You picked it up to see the notification. Simon had sent the picture. Fuck was it good. You made sure to keep it for yourself. He had added a little treat as a second notification rang. He was shirtless, the collar still on as he held the leash in one hand. The camera was tilted upwards as the looked straight into it. Fuck. You didn't take him for the kind of man to send thirst traps to his girl. But you were glad he was.

You bit your lip, thinking about your next move. You were slightly embarrassed but also somehow excited. You undressed yourself before laying back down in bed. You made sure to position the dog tags in between your breasts with his name visible. You bit your lip. You held the phone up, making sure the flash was on and you took the picture making sure to push your breast together. You edited the photo making sure to add little skulls over your nipples.

You made sure to check the picture before sending it as fast as possible with a small good night.

You bit your lip. You wondered if you were going to get an answer. Two minutes passed so you thought he wouldn't. But then a notification came on.

You smiled to yourself. Finally drifting off to sleep. The next morning you woke up to an empty house. It felt oddly quiet. You took your time eating breakfast and resting. Around lunch time you were still alone. You knew the team had to go to the base for something related to a mission. You wondered when they would come back. Time passed by and you got lost for a little moment in your work.

When late afternoon rolled in, you decided that perhaps a warm bath would be perfect. You could read a book or something. You stood from the couch when suddenly you heard the front door open and a lot of voices half yelling at each other. You frowned, watching the team stumble over each other.

"hey hey hey... guys, what's going on?"

"hey Y/N!" soap called in a very soft voice making you expect the worst.

"so hum... we got something here, can you take a look?" gas asked.

"It's a bit urgent, sweetheart." price added in a serious tone.

You walked over to the table where the boys gathered, putting down a laptop on the table. you sat down in front of anxious looks.

"Will any of you tell me what's going on? By the way, where's Ghost?" you frowned, opening the laptop and turning it on as you looked around.

"Hmm..." Konig tried.

"well..." Soap continued.

You immediately turned to Price at their hesitation.

"Please tell me what's going on."

He sighed before sitting next to you.

"Darkends is dead. We are very close to catching the drug lord. We've been put on this mission and we were called to brief everyone and check some seized gear. one of the cases was... trapped."

You felt your heartbeat quicken. no... wait.

"Simon?" you asked.

"he was the one who opened it."

You closed your eyes letting out a shaky breath.

"Hey, he's fine, he's fine. He was in contact with a powder, a drug. He's going to be alright"

You sighed with relief.

"He's gone upstairs to his room, but we need to know what kind of drug it is. It was quite a dose and we need to know the effects. Can you do that? "

"Absolutely. I'm on it."

You turned to the screen, you absolutely needed to find what it was.

For over an hour, after you managed to decrypt the computer, you finally had found something interesting. The boys were pacing around and kept watching you.

Finally you found something interesting, a video about the effects of the drug.

"guys i got it!" you called.

They rushed to your side and finally you opened the video.

The silence was loud. But nothing louder than the sounds coming from the laptop. You blushed heavily as Soap laughed and Gas cursed. The noise kept repeating itself, making it obvious as to what the drug was.

"ah! fuck me!"

It was a sex drug.

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

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mammon — shower sex

cw: mature themes (obviously), latino!mammon, overstimulation, dacryphilia, slightly submissive to dom mammon, aphrodisiac mentioned, praise, use of “good girl”, pet names (princesa/princess, mami), filth.

i spent weeks writing this dosnksnsnsk

mammon was so horny that he couldn’t handle it, his cock throbbing against the material of his pants as he stumbled into your room. he practically whined when he did that see you immediately. he thought you’d be on your bed, reading a magazine with your feet swaying in the air, catching a glimpse of your cute black lace underwear from underneath your cute matching silk sleep dress that he got you.

his ears perked as he heard the running wayer coming from the bathroom, his mouth practically salivating at the thought of your wondrous body underneath the water, steam mixing with your harsh pants and moans. he quickly made his way towards the door in two quick strides, needing to take care of his problem fast before he went insane.

you were humming softly to yourself as you heard a knock on the door. “who is it?”

“it’s me, darlin.” he said before opening the door and closing it quickly, locking it before leaning against the door for support.

“hi baby, i’m just about done here, just give me a few minutes, yeah?” you said cheerfully, completely oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend was barely able to hold himself together. he wasn’t sure what made him this fucking horny but he was in agony.

after a few beats of silence, you furrowed your brows, worried. “mammon?” you peeked around the shower curtain to see the disastrous state he was in. his cheeks flushed, his hair was a mess, clothes ruffled and messed up completely. “what’s wrong?”

“need you. need you now. need to feel that sweet cunt around me, please.” he whined as he struggled with his belt.

you reached out to help him, worried about him. he didn’t even care if you got his clothes wet, he needed you immediately.

once his clothes were finally off, he grabbed your hips and pulled you against him as you stepped back into the shower, feeling his cock hot and heavy against your stomach.

“what,” you gasped against his lips as he kissed you fervently, “what happened to you?”

“i- i don’t know. i ate somethin’ and i just had an extremely painful boner.” he said, placing open mouthed kisses down your neck.

you moaned and tilted your head, your fingers finding their way into his hair and gently grabbing onto it, tugging it slightly. you shuddered as he groaned almost like an animal against your supple skin.

“can’t take it ‘nymore. gotta cum.. please.” he said, whining slightly as he rutted against your stomach. he was so desperate and needed something, anything, to make him cum.

“it’s okay, i got you baby.” you said before wrapping your fingers around his angry red tip, setting a brisk pace for your strokes.

his body shook as he threw his head back, moaning and groaning at the relieving pleasure you brought him. “oh fuck.. i think ‘m gonna-“ his words were cut off with an abrupt gasp as he came hard.

you hummed softly as it hit your chest, feeling the warm seed being washed away by the water. “good job, baby.” you said, smiling as you watched him fall apart from your touch. your smile was soon wiped off your face as he opened his eyes and you noticed that oh so familiar mischievous glint in his eyes.

“c’mere mami.” he said before grabbing your waist and turning you around so your back was flush against his chest. “you trust me, right mami?” he said as he placed hot open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck.

“mhmm, of course i do baby.” you nodded, letting your eyes close as you tilted your head, humming happily.

mammon grabbed the handheld showerhead from its holder and switched the setting to it’s powerspray setting. “hold onto me, i got you.” he said before using his free arm to lift your leg.

your opened your eyes to see the shower head in his hand and held onto his arm just as he said. just as you were about to ask what he was doing, he positioned the water to hit your clit with just the right pressure. you gasped and moaned at the pleasure, leaning back against him. “oh fuck!”

“se siente bien, mami?” he said, smiling. he loved seeing you become putty in his hands.

“f-feels so good,” you moaned out, humming in pleasure as your hips began to rock back and forth on their own.

“good. let yourself go, mami. you can do it. i know you can.” he said, kissing your neck again and adding onto the sweet pleasure you were feeling.

your hips began bucking wildly as you got closer to your orgasm, your moans becoming desperate. “o-oh- m-mammon, ‘m gonna cum!”

“c’mon mami, cum for me.” he said, smiling as your legs trembled, threatening to give out which made you lean on him for support.

you cried out loud as you came hard, your eyes rolling to the back of your head which made you see stars. “oh, f-fuuuck.” you moaned out. you cried as your legs attempted to close but his hand that had your leg lifted kept you from closing them.

“that’s it baby, good girl…” he said into your ear, groaning softly as your hips bucked widly, your moans turning into cries as you were quickly overstimulated. “such a good fucking girl for me… mi princesa” he said as he took the water pressure away from your clit and hooked it back, setting it back onto its regular setting, letting the warm water cascade down your bodies. he gently let your leg down and caressed you, running his hands up and down your body.

“can you handle one more for me?” he said, smiling as he watched the way your chest rose and fell while you panted, barely coming down from your orgasm. you couldn’t help but nod, craving for more of him. “i knew you could do it, princesa.” he smirked as he lifted your leg up again, slightly lower this time, and aligned his hard cock with your slick hole.

“‘m gonna make sure you cant walk again, okay mami?”

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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König Headcanons

Warnings: Implications/mentions of smut, mention of pegging, König is a sub/bottom, FLUFF, implications/mentions of masturbation, no pronouns used for reader except for 'you'.

This man is W H I P P E D for you.

Regardless of whether he met you in a civilian setting or on the battlefield, you have captured his interest immediately.

And every time König sees you, hears you, his mental image of you grows, his daydreams become more vivid.

Over the course of a month, König’s light daydreams, wonderments of the type of person you were, what you’d be like as friends, became more frequent.

And, as a romantic at heart, the daydreams became gradually…well, romantic.

König didn’t mean to! The slip into an alternate universe wherein you and him lived happily together, holding hands, sharing secrets, laying close together felt natural and easy.

He was ashamed of himself, to say the least.

He felt awful that he’d even dared think of such quite frankly wholesome scenarios about the two of you without you ever having even met him.

Though, König had to admit that the more loving his daydreams because, the more he felt satiated.

After all, the life of a soldier in his position was a lonely one, especially considering he could tell practically no-one about it.

As the weeks trundled on, König tried putting you out of his mind. Tried focusing on hobbies instead.

He’s a big fan of crochet.

It calms him down.

Though, he struggles sometimes due to his anxiety making his hands shake.

He's also a big fan of literature, particularly 19th century romantic.

His favourite book is definitely Pride and Prejudice.

But alas, even his hobbies fell just short of fulfilling him.

And, luckily, he didn’t have to suffer for much longer.

Your meeting was purely accidental.

König had dropped his almost withered, well-loved copy of Pride and Prejudice and you, appearing out of nowhere, picked it up for him.

“Here, sweetie,” you said, passing it to him.

König’s heart dropped into his stomach.

His face blew up into flames yet his body felt as if it were encased in ice, frozen and stiff.

He could scarcely hold his book in his hands, shaking.

“Th-th-“

Speak, you fool!

You smiled up at him, your tone as sweet as your face.

“Hey, are you okay?” You tilted your head, body contorted in an air of concern König had never experienced first-hand before.

He’d seen it in romance movies and novels, but never this close and never in real life.

Don’t get ahead of yourself; say something, god damn you!

“Th-ank you!”

Nailed it!

You kept smiling. König’s heart skipped a beat.

And thus König’s liking-from-afar grew into a night full-blown obsession.

You had quite a lot in common!

Your love of books, appreciation of art - things of that nature.

After your initial encounter and your bonding over the book he dropped, you gave him your number.

Given that you didn’t have König’s number, he had to make the first move and call you.

He sat by his phone, shaking, poised over the ‘Call’ button with your number typed in.

After much deliberation and thorough consideration of every conceivable way he could get rejected by you, he clicked ‘Call’.

The phone rang.

Once. Twice. Thrice-

“Hello?”

König’s heart skipped at the sound of your voice.

“H-hey,” he said, voice thin and wavering. Watery.

You chuckled on your end of the line. “Hey, sweetie. Thought you weren’t going to call me for a hot minute!”

Never, König wanted to say. Oh, all the things he wanted to say.

His daydreams could not compare to the anxious joy he was experiencing in this moment.

And every moment together you shared after.

The two of you began to hang around together, more and more frequently as the months progressed.

And all the while, König could feel his heart swell with nothing short of euphoria whenever you were near.

He watched you more than he read his book whenever you got together for library visits.

He studied you as a writer would literature, committing your every quirk and preference to memory.

On days when you weren’t together, König would spend every spare waking moment thinking of you, fantasising about you.

His daydreams grew more and more vivid, almost seeming to bleed into his real life.

And König absolutely believed he was hallucinating one day when you asked him out on a date.

He couldn’t say no. Every fibre of his being urged him, screamed “Yes!”

König had never been more anxious in his life.

He was terrified he’d mess the date up, arrive in the wrong attire, say the wrong thing (or nothing at all).

But when he arrived and saw you, saw how wonderful you were with him, holding his hands in yours as you recounted stories, how you looked him in the eyes whenever he spoke, his anxiety just seemed to melt away.

Though you may not have known it yet, König loved you.

He’d fallen for you long before, yet he never expected you to feel for him even a fraction of that which he felt for you.

Your relationship began not long after.

He worships you.

Can’t stand to be without you.

And when he returns from his post and you’re together.

Oh boy.

He’s nervous to ask at first at if you’d like to do the deed.

Would try and transition into it.

Do the classic yawning-arm-around-the-shoulder trick.

You clocked what he was doing, and, wanting to spare him the torture, cut straight to the chase.

“König, are you too shy to say you want to sleep with me, or are you just a terrible, unintentional flirt?”

König froze. His kind went blank.

Long story short, you ended up sleeping together.

And König had never known anything like it.

Man has absolutely zero rizz, zero experience.

He was quite insecure about that, but you made it difficult for him to think about anything else when you got started.

König loves being topped, btw.

Likes feeling vulnerable when you peg him.

Definitely cries because you make him feel so good.

Your pleasure is his top priority, though.

He's absolutely massive so it's not difficult for him to fill you.

You can see the outline of his cock when he's inside you.

And if you poke him or clench while he's buried, oh my god-

This man's a moaner. No arguments.

König could hardly see by the end of the experience, convinced he could see smells and taste colours.

And there you were, beside him, panting, smiling.

And it only confirmed what König already knew.

He wanted to be nowhere else but with you.

After that, he’s basically horny 24/7, brought in solely by the thought of you.

Nothing else can get him off (not that he’s tried; he’s too loyal for that; more on this later ;-) ).

You share and partake in hobbies together.

König teaches you how to crochet. Or, if you already know how to, he’ll just crochet beside you.

Makes you things 🥺.

You try and help him with his brain freezes whenever in a social situation by getting him to read his favourite literature to you out loud whenever you're at his apartment.

You make it bearable to just be in public, reassuring him or speaking on his behalf when he’s overwhelmed.

He loves holding hands.

Lives for your soft touches.

Forehead kisses send him absolutely silly.

He goes feral whenever you rake your fingers through his hair.

Will start muttering in German, probably moans too tbh.

Loves laying his head in your lap/on your chest.

Is fully aware of how large he is, though. So he tries to hold back some of his weight so he doesn’t crush you.

You tell him to relax, that he doesn’t need to withhold anything from you.

And that’s why he loves you,

You love him for him for who he is.

You’ve never teased him for his height, or his stutter when he’s nervous, or his social anxiety.

He tells you how much he loves you daily.

“I can’t live without you, maus,” he’d say while you played with his hair.

“And I you,” you’d say, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Power couple.

König uses his sheer mass to protect you from people who even look as if they want to hurt you.

He may be socially anxious, but he has absolutely no qualms about killing someone for you.

Considering that death is part of his job description, he’s accustomed to it. Kind of enjoys it, to be honest.

It would take a while for him to come clean about his occupation, afraid he’d scare you off.

He loves and trusts you, but he doesn't want to lose you.

He ended up admitting his occupation to you after he’d been called back into action.

Knowing he couldn’t just up and leave without telling you where he was going, he confessed.

You didn’t even blink an eye.

“Alright, cool. Now, do you want pie or curry for dinner?”

Whenever he’s away, he’s always thinking about you.

Calls you whenever he gets the chance.

Thinks of you in...compromising ways when you’re apart for long periods of time.

The first time he did so, he ended up admitting it because he felt so guilty.

You just laughed on your end of the call, a delightful habit of yours.

“Don’t worry,” you reassured. “I do the same.”

He spent a lot more time in his room after that.

The thought of you keeps him going, gives him a reason to live rather than survive.

Whenever he's in a tight situation, he imagines you there with him, telling him everything will be fine.

Btw, please validate him.

Call him a good boy, tell him you're the love if his life - anything.

Makes him feel like his efforts are being rewarded.

König can’t imagine his life without you.

He loves you, you love him.

And he’ll do anything to keep you.

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pixiemunsons · 2 years

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hiii what about steve harrington x reader where steve with all of the girls he slept before he can't manage to cum -like he only cums when he's alone and like it feels kinda humiliating to him to cum in front of someone bc he's really noisy and it's reader's first time and she manage to make him cum 👀

stop the world (i wanna get off with you) sh

stevie learns that sometimes, you just gotta let go (3.1k words)

anon i'm so sorry i missed the part where u said first time however it is their first time together. my first steve fic!! also don't usually write dom!reader so v new for me. thank u for requesting<3 this is set sort of between s2 and 3

light sub!steve/dom!reader, caretaking, handjobs, vulnerable/embarrassed steve, mentions of him sleeping w other girls but no jealousy, first orgasm w a partner, p in v sex, gentle sex, lots of sweet talking and reassurance, this is a very sweet little thing w very very little angst. no use of y/n or appearance description. no spoilers

‘sorry, can you say that again?’

steve blushed bright red, running a hand through his messy hair as you stared at him, wide mouthed.

‘baby, please, it’s so humiliating!’ he threw his head back into the pillow, hiding his hot face in his hands, and it took almost all of your strength to gently prise his fingers away from his eyes.

‘no, s’not. just wanna make sure i heard you properly.’

steve sighed deeply, looking at you tentatively.

‘no one else has ever been able to make me cum before, just myself. happy now?’

───

when king steve harrington had first asked you on a date, you thought he was joking. you’d barely ever spoken at school; helped him get through a bio test once when he was in junior year and you were a sophomore taking an advanced class, but outside of that, you’d barely interacted.

that is, until you had nipped over to jonathan byers’ house to drop him and his mother a tray of mac and cheese and ask how the search for will was going and had found him, nancy and steve beating the shit out of an alien.

it had all sort of snowballed from there, really. nancy and steve started dating again not long after the incident, before she bounced on over to byers, and while you were really happy for your friends, it had been you that was left to pick up the broken pieces of steve harrington’s heart. well, you and the ragtag bunch of thirteen-year-olds that you had sort of acquired over time. you learnt a lot about steve over the months you spent together; he was a serial dater, though they never seemed to go anywhere - despite the girls seemingly chasing him for weeks after he’d turned them down. he loved ice cream and cheesy rom-coms and the songs from west side story. steve harrington liked driving the kids around, even when he denied it, and listening to dustin talk about d&d, and so it turned out, he really, really liked you.

he’d asked you to go on three dates before you started to believe that he really wanted you like that, and even then he’d had to ask twice more before you agreed to go. you had heard he was a bit of a fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em kinda guy, and the dynamic you’d built up wasn’t something you were willing to ruin for a quick fumble; even if you had heard that said fumbles were nothing short of magnificent. he’d done things properly though; picked you up and opened the car door for you, told your mother he’d have you home on time, taken you to enzo’s, the nicest place in town. he’d made you laugh with his stories all night, ignoring the way other patrons looked at you, and when you reached for the cheque at the end of the night he had brushed you off as if you asking was an insult in and of itself. and then he’d taken you home fifteen minutes before curfew and asked you permission before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, driving away and leaving you leaning breathless against your front door.

being with steve was a lot different to how you expected it might be. it was just like before, really, doing everything together like best friends. but you caught the way he looked at you now, really looked at you like no one else did. saw how he took in every scar, every mark and cherished it, loved it as a part of you. and even though you hadn’t quite said those words yet, hadn’t quite taken it there, you knew it was true for both of you. there were other things about steve that you hadn’t expected, either; how his room was still the blue colour he’d painted it at twelve, how he could cook a really decent spaghetti. and how, five months into your relationship, he’d never taken it further than making out.

you hadn’t intended to get onto the conversation. you were just talking about how tommy and carol were hooking up again even after their latest break up, and steve had said he thought tommy was dating paula morgan from their graduating class, and about how steve’d gone on a date with her once and she’d left a hickey so big he had to tell his folks he got hit with a volleyball in gym. you knew there was a reason paula kept giving you the shit-eye when you went into the grocery store where she worked.

‘tellin’ you, i got off lucky! danny rogers, you know from the year above me? he told me once that she gave him a handy and twisted it so hard he was bruised for weeks! scared me off of her for life.’

you laughed, half thinking as he spoke. he had hooked up with loads of girls at school, you knew that, but the more you two spoke about your histories the more you were finding out; secret rendezvous' with girls under the bleachers, in the back of his car. he’d even confessed that he let sheila richards give him a blowjob in mr davies’ empty maths classroom. but it’d been months and the most the two of you had done was heavy petting over the clothes and making out before he’d push you gently away to get back to whatever movie you’d rented that weekend, even if you could feel how hard he was under his jeans. you hadn’t really meant to bring it up at that point, but surely it was better to tell him how you were feeling?

so you’d asked what was going on, and he’d stared at you for so long you thought you might burst into flames of embarrassment, desperately worried you’d said the wrong thing, when he came out with a whisper so tiny you almost didn’t hear it.

almost.

───

‘but-but what about all the other girls? you’ve been getting it left right and centre by every girl in your year, and i’ve certainly never heard any of them complaining.’

steve looked at you and drew a deep breath, shrugging his shoulders.

‘no, babe, they’ve been getting it from me. i mean, i’ve had a few… favours, but i’ve just never, like, finished. i find an excuse, like that i can hear someone coming or whatever, and then i go home and… sort myself out.’

‘so, you can come? just not when other people try?’

he nodded his head, seemingly more calm now that it was out there in the open.

‘is it a physical thing, you think? or a mental block?’

steve shrugged his shoulders again.

‘bit of both, maybe? i think part of it is that i’ve never been that bothered about cumming? i know it sounds silly, but i’m not usually in the sex for myself, and when you end up with a reputation like mine, you gotta find a way of keepin’ it up. so i just do what i need’a do to get her there, then deal with myself later.’ he felt silly now that he said it aloud, wringing his fingers in front of him. it had been part of the reason he’d never moved on you; he was too worried you’d think he didn’t find you attractive, didn’t want you, and the thought killed him.

‘you ever fucked someone you really care about, before, stevie? who really cares about you?’

he looked up at the change of tone in your voice, and saw that you were climbing up his body so your faces were level. he was going red again, gulping as you leaned down over him.

’n-no? never.’

you cocked your head to the side, frowning. ‘what about nance?’ steve shook his head solemnly.

‘no, w-we never… what are you doing, babe?’ he asked as you crawled onto his lap, thighs now either side of his hips.

‘stevie, i think the reason you were never bothered is because they weren’t. they just wanted to fuck the king, have a piece of him. but i don’t want the king.’ you laid a soft kiss on his lips, smiling as you pulled away and steve followed you for more. ‘i want steve harrington. and i wanna make him feel good. y’gonna let me do that?’ you were almost purring, playing with the hem of his t-shirt, and steve couldn’t even find the words to express how he felt other than god, baby, yes please.

you started by kissing him real, real slow. moved your lips over his languidly, tongue running gently over the seam of his lips in soft, caressing strokes that had his head spinning and his chin jutting forward for more. his mouth opened, and you slipped yourself in, running your tongue over his own. steve moaned gently into the kiss, grinding his hips up into yours, and you pushed them back down gently.

‘not yet, baby, tryna make this good for you. just calm down, take it slow. we got all the time in the world.’ he hummed against your mouth, settling his hips down while his hands explored your body slowly. you sat with him like this for a little while; one hand playing with his hair whilst the other sat on his stomach, pressing tender smooches to his lips, his nose, his cheeks, ears, forehead, eyes, until eventually you worked a trail of lip gloss down his neck. your teeth came out at the base of his throat, only gently, marking him inconspicuously as yours, and he almost whimpered under you.

it wasn’t often that you took your time with steve. it was hard to show your appreciation for him sexually when he was always resisting, refusing to let you in. so you were definitely having a lot of fun taking your time tonight. you stripped him of his t-shirt, straddling his hips and feeling his hard cock pressed against you through both of your jeans as you leant forward. your lips shifted from his neck to his chest, nipping at his collarbones as you moved down his stomach.

‘stevie, y’ so pretty,’ you whispered from his happy trail, nose nudging at the curls that lay there as he whined under you.

‘you’re so beautiful, babe, so gorgeous.’ his hand dropped from his chest to your face, stroking at your cheek gently with a thumb. you turned to kiss his fingertips gently, and he moaned when you took the very tip of his index finger into your mouth and sucked gently.

‘’m gonna get you all ready for me, stevie, use my hand and get you worked up, then i’m gonna get on top like you like it and make you feel good. no pressure, if y’can’t cum it’s all good, we’ll just try again when you’re ready. i jus’ want you to know you’re safe with me, nothin’ bad’s gonna happen, i’m gonna take good care of you, yeah?’ you were running your fingers over the top of his jeans, dipping into his boxers ever so gently, and he nodded, fingers grabbing for your t-shirt.

‘yeah, but can you take this off, too? please? don’t wanna be the only one sat here naked,’ he half-chuckled, half-moaned when you stripped the garment away, bra following so you were clad in your jeans alone.

‘can you go in the drawer, babe, get the lube please?’ you asked sweetly, and he passed it down with a kiss pressed to the top of your head. you manoeuvred your position so you were sat facing steve, his face level with your boobs as you straddled his thighs, giving you enough room to pull him out of his jeans and boxers. and, wow, was he hard. and big. his red tip was leaking, almost painful looking, and you pumped some of the lube into your right hand before rubbing it together in your palm, warming it up. he let out a hiss when you finally made contact, hips bucking up into your palm. you simply eased him back down again, pressing a kiss to the bicep of his right arm.

‘shh, baby, i said i got you. how do you usually like it?’

steve cocked his head to the side, blushing red. ‘what do you mean?’

‘you said you make yourself cum,’ you grabbed his hand, guiding it on top of yours. ‘so show me how you do that. maybe it’ll help you relax a little.’ he was nervous, you could tell, so you kissed him gently on the mouth, nodding gently to encourage him. slowly, his hand tightened your own around his cock, moving at a much slower pace than you anticipated he’d like. not that you minded; having him show you how intimately, gently, he liked to be touched was getting you wet, and it was taking a lot to keep your mind on the task quite literally at hand.

steve removed his hand once you seemed to be getting the hang of it, letting his head flop back against the pillows behind him.

‘o-oh, baby, just like that,’ he was writhing under you, leg bouncing up between your thighs in a way that made them clench. steve noticed, reaching out to touch you, but you carefully brushed his hand away.

‘not right now, stevie. we’re gonna think about you for now, we can worry about me later, ’s okay,’ you whispered up at him, flicking your thumb over the very head of him and watching as his head dropped back once more, eyes rolling into his head.

‘f-fuck, that’s so… fuck.’ he seemed to be relaxing, finally, letting you make him feel like he deserved for the first time.

‘you’re doin’ so good f’me, babe. such a good boy,’ you hummed, and steve’s fingers were white knuckled and wound into the bedsheets. he moaned, high-pitched and needy, and the sound went right between your legs.

‘’m gonna c-cum, babe, fuck, stop,’ he whimpered, and you cocked an eyebrow.

‘why stop? everything okay?’

‘wanna- fuck, wanna cum in you.’ his words sent a shiver down your spine, and you swallowed the moan making its way to the surface.

‘you sure? you won’t lose it if i stop now?’

steve shook his head vehemently, pushing your hand away from his leaking cock and reaching to undo your jeans, yanking them down to your knees. you leant forward to kiss him, gently pushing his arms back to his sides.

‘there’s no rush, steve, we can take our time. here, keep touching yourself f’me. there you go baby, just like that.’ you stripped yourself slowly, pushing your lace underwear down your hips and kicking them off with your jeans so you were bare in front of him. you’d usually be nervous, first time a boy saw you like that, but steve? he was something different. his hand was pumping up and down his cock just like he’d shown you he liked it, eyelids drooping as he revered your naked form above him.

‘want me on top? or d’you wanna do it?’

steve groaned again. he had no idea how he’d managed to swing you, but right now, he definitely wasn’t complaining. ‘can you do it, babe, please?’

his puppy dog eyes were so disarming, so loving, you couldn’t help but to lean forward and run a thumb over his lips, watching as he ran the very tip of his tongue over the pad of your digit.

‘i just want you to know that there’s no pressure, honey. if it doesn’t happen, we don’t force it, we try until you wanna stop and then we try another time, okay?’ the concern in your eyes had him almost in tears, so he just nodded as you lowered yourself onto him for the first time.

the sting was uncomfortable but not unwelcome, his thick cock stretching you out just enough for it to hurt whilst still feeling good. you moaned together when you finally had him all the way down to his thick base, buried so deep you could feel it everywhere.

‘’m not gonna last long, sweetheart,’ steve grunted, hips meeting yours mid-thrust and you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him, not when he was bumping up against a spot that had you seeing stars.

‘stevie, so good, so fuckin’ big and perfect for me,’ you were half-crying on his cock, trying to keep a rhythm going.

‘where d’you - fuck - want it? s’comin’ babe,’ steve was grunting through gritted teeth, and you just had time to cry out ‘stomach, shit’ when he was pulling out, head poking out from his hand as he fisted his cock, warm splashes of cum spurting out to paint your tummy.

‘oh baby, oh my love, fuck, so good!’ steve was almost shouting through his orgasm from under you, and he was the most beautiful person you’d ever met. head thrown back, hair messy, chest red and mouth forming an o as he rode his orgasm out in his hand. you were still hovering above him, up on your knees, when he covered his face with his hands once more.

‘stevie, what’s wrong?’ you asked, worried you’d taken it too far. he peeked out from between his fingers, eyeing you.

‘that was so loud, s'embarrassing,’ he whispered, and you pulled his hands from his face like you had not half an hour earlier.

‘you kidding? that was so hot!’

‘shut up, don’t be a dick.’

‘steve, i’m being serious!’ he peered over at you, intrigued, as you started ranting. ‘fuck, i can’t believe i’m the first person to see you like that! i mean, i’m glad i was, because holy shit, that was a religious fucking experience!’ the look of wonder on your face soon became something a little more teasing. ‘i can’t wait to make you do that again.’

it was your turn to be surprised when steve looped his arms around your thighs, yanking you forward so you were still on your knees, now situated with your pussy directly over his mouth. a smirk spread across steve’s face at the look of wonder on your own.

‘well, not right now, you won’t sweetheart.’

he pressed a trail of kisses down your right inner thigh, short nails scraping at the skin of your ass.

‘you’ve shown me what a good job you can do. now it’s time to show you what i’m famous for, baby.’

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𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙

❝and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner, taking up space.❞

♡ izana kurokawa ♡

pt. 1, pt. 2

a/n: please read the previous chapter for better context! reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3 talk to me! lmk in the comments or in my dms your thoughts :)

content: royal! au, prince izana x princess y/n (reader), arranged marriage, shitty/toxic parenting, angst, cheating, izana’s a jerk, swearing/cursing, maybe smut (?), strangers to enemies to lovers, not checked for grammatical errors.

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the long dreaded weekend finally arrived, a rainy saturday evening embraced the kingdom. you were sitting at your vanity in a robe, staring at yourself in the mirror as you tried to familiarize yourself with this new sight.

you cut your hair.

well, you didn’t do it, but the decision was impulsive. your once long hair that reached below your ass would always be in a bun or braid. now, it was shoulder-length with subtle wispy bangs to complete it. you smiled at yourself, feeling like the prettiest woman, as you finally had the freedom to do what you wanted.

your mother never let you cut your hair, nagging at you about how men loved women with long and luscious hair. you hated it, absolutely despised it truly. your hair would always get in the way of tasks, tangled and was a nuisance to wash.

not to mention your head felt like there was a boulder on it. but now, you felt lighter and a little dainty, too.

you picked out a lavender colored dress to wear for the dinner, slipping it on as your hands reached for your back to zip it up. you struggled for a few seconds, huffing in frustration as you clicked your tongue.

you opened your door a little, poking your mouth out as you yelled for one of the maid’s to come upstairs. your eyes suddenly fell upon the figure exiting in the far distanced corner, walking towards your room. as izana came closer, you got a good look of his fit.

it was simple, a casual white silk button-up and black slacks. yet, he looked so handsome.

“you ready?” izana calmly asked, approaching your door as you inched back, slightly closing your door more.

“almost, i just need help with something. give me a few minutes and i’ll be out.” you replied, the tension between you both still a little off from the previous events from earlier this week.

“move, i’ll help you.” he suddenly blurted out, catching you by surprise as you didn’t have the time to react when he opened your door, inviting himself in.

“what do you need help with?” izana asked, eyes locking with yours as his hands were shoved in his pockets. for some reason, your words were stuck in your throat, not knowing he suddenly made you feel so nervous.

“my zipper.” you meekly responded, making him hum in response. he placed his hand on the small of your back, pushing you towards the huge mirror on your vanity as you both now stood in front of it, with him behind you.

izana’s finger’s momentarily grazed the soft skin of your back, sending off goosebumps all over your body. your heart began to beat faster, the proximity to him allowing you to get a whiff of his scent, playing games with your mind.

“you cut your hair?” izana asked, but his words came out like a whisper, his warm breath fanning over your ears.

“yeah. why?” you asked, afraid that he’d make some snarky comments about how you look ugly as traditionally, women weren’t allowed to have short hair.

“no reason, it suits you.” he complimented, making your heart jump from the sudden kindness coming from him.

he slowly began to pull the zipper up, a hand on the side of your hips as you tried your best not to think much. you looked forward in the mirror, only to find his lilac eyes staring at you. you both locked eyes, unable to pull away. you could feel his hard chest against your back and it made you shudder.

why did you feel so hot all of a sudden? was he always this attractive? of course, izana’s a king after all, yet; just something about him made your knees weak.

“lord kurokawa! the car is ready for you and your highness.” the butler called out, breaking you both from the weird trance.

izana pulled the zipper all the way to the top, clearing his throat as you quickly mumbled an awkward ‘thank you’ to him before he left. you sat down on the small stool, trying to distract yourself from what just happened a few seconds ago by doing your makeup.

with a few final touches, you headed outside where the car was waiting for you as izana sat in the back next to the empty spot reserved for you. as per usual, the ride was silent as you played with the ribbon tied around the fruit basket in your lap, as you both were taking to your parent's house as a gift.

as the driver parked the car, you saw your parents standing outside with a wide smile, making you roll your eyes. izana got out of the car, going over to your side as you were startled when your door got pulled open. you stared at izana in shock, watching him offer his hand.

then you remembered that you guys have to put this little act together to show your parents that you both aren’t miserable with each other and are actually in love.

without fighting back, you put your hands in his, which was shockingly warm and very soft. after exiting the car, you felt an arm snake around your waist, as izana pulled you close to his body.

your breath hitched, never being this close to a person before, let alone a man. your knees felt like jelly, yet you tried to keep your facade, so that you and izana don’t get busted.

“my little princess! how- what in god’s name did you do to your hair?!” you mother screeched, eyes widening in horror as she rushed up to you. izana watched with astonishment, seeing your mother pull you away from his hold. she touched your hair, in denial that you could ever do such a thing.

“you stupid, stupid, stupid girl! have you not learned a single thing from me? how could you cut off the part of you that gave you your femininity? you look so hideous!” your mother cried out, making you scoff.

“geez, missed you too, mom.” you walked past her, not sparing izana a glance as you didn’t want to know whether he’d give you a taunting look or a pitiful one.

you didn’t want either.

you walked to the dining space, placing the fruit basket in the middle as you took a seat in front of the usual bland and depressing food at your parent’s house. after eating so well for the past few weeks, you didn’t know if your body could go back to stomaching such awful food.

“mother, all of this looks delicious.” izana smiled, making you snort as you gave him a questioning look. you could see right through him, there was no way he thought that this nasty ass food was good. nonetheless, he took a seat next to you as one of the maid’s began to serve everyone.

“thank you, dear. i know my useless daughter isn’t much of a help, so please, help yourself. it’s my secret recipe too!” your mother boasted, making izana nervously chuckle as he dug in. you looked at him, waiting for his reaction and you could see how he quickly chewed and swallowed it before cringing.

you smirked in amusement, watching him suffer, just like how you had to eat this disgusting food for your entire life.

“so, how are things going between you both?” your father asked, making izana clear his throat before taking a hold of your free hand with his.

“sir, i would cross the seven seas just to spend a second of my life with my beautiful wife. you have truly blessed me with your daughter and for that i thank you.” izana spoke, making your heart clutch in pain as you knew that those were a bunch of white lies that he told your parents.

yet, for some reason, a part of you secretly wished that he meant it.

“what joy! y/n, do you have nothing to say? it’s been ages since we’ve seen you.” your father’s eyes shifted to yours, as you silently picked at the chicken and surrounding vegetables.

“i am simply following your rules, which is having my husband talk for me since i am of course to be treated like a porcelain bimbo doll.” you snarked, making both of your parents sigh out in frustration.

“for goodness’s sake, y/n, can we all please have a nice family dinner?” your mother begged, making you glare at her.

“i literally did nothing, why am i always the one to blame?” you said through gritted teeth, constantly feeling attacked by your parent’s bipolar decisions.

“you’re no longer a child, y/n. you know how this world works and the responsibilities that come with it. ever since you’ve arrived here today, you’ve been nothing but a brat. you have nothing good to say or any future plans such as having kids-”

“woah, woah, are you hearing yourselves? having kids? we’re newly-weds, i barely even know his favorite color and you think we’re ready to bring in a child into this world?” your eyebrows furrowed, now getting visibly mad at your parents as your tone became laced with irritation.

“we’re taking things slowly, nothing wrong with that.” izana tried to calm things down, but his attempt was futile.

“your father and i had you a year after our marriage. you are a woman, y/n, your role in this world is to birth and nurture a child while taking care of your wife duties such as taking care of your husband. why must you always be stubborn and overcomplicate everything?” you mother shook her head in disbelief, giving you a disappointed looked.

“your mother’s right. izana will go to war soon and he won’t be with you for some time. having a child would at least keep you distracted and make time pass faster while he’s gone.” you father added on, their ridiculous words making your eyes twitch as you couldn’t believe your ears.

“so you think i’m some kind of sex machine? that i need a man’s touch and seed to keep me sane while he’s away? do you think i’m that needy and low? god, this is exactly why i don’t want to have a child now. i don’t want to make the same mistake as you both and raise my baby like how you both raised me. actually, i don’t even want you guys anywhere near my future child. you’ll only defile his or her brain with your shitty expectations.” your eyes watered, feeling absolutely humiliated as you dropped your fork on your plate, getting up from your seat as you rushed out of the dining area.

you heard your parents and izana call out your name a few times, but you didn’t care. you needed to be away from them and get some peace, so you went to the garden.

you went to the cherry blossom tree at the very back, now drenched in the rain as your clothes and hair were now sticking to your body.

but you no longer cared, sitting on the grass as you cried with your palms covering your face. you were so uhappy with your life, you hated your parents with a passion and you hated how you were stuck in an unhappy marriage.

you had no one by your side.

it made you wonder, was it even worth it to keep on going? this feeling of loneliness swallowing you was far too painful.

there was no use of running away as your parents would find you no matter what, your father would sent out an army of soldiers all over the world to look for you.

the only real option would just be to end your life, but you didn’t want to give up eveything because of a bunch of assholes.

“i don’t know, please just shut up.” you whispered to yourself, wanting your inner thoughts to just go away and let you cry in peace.

“but i haven’t even said anything.” you heard a familiar voice answer, looking up to see izana standing before you, an umbrella in his hands as he shielded your body with it.

“go away, you’re the last person i’d wanna see.” you scoffed, hugging your knees as your eyes averted to your feet.

“you know, if you didn’t want to come for dinner at your parents you could’ve just told me. i could’ve made up some excuse or something.” izana sighed, bending down to get eye-level with you.

“both you and i know that we can’t avoid my shitty parents forever.” you said in a monotone, making him chuckle as he hummed.

“you’re right, but atleast we could’ve gone when you were ready to face them. this whole marriage things is still very new to process, even for me.” he spoke with honesty, harboring a small comforting smile.

for some reason, it made you furious. how dare he behave so well with you when he’s been nothing but an absolute shitbag back at home?!

you didn’t want to be pitied, especially by someone like him.

“can you leave me alone? i want to feel the rain on me and be sad.” you groaned out in annoyance.

“okay.” izana blurted out, throwing the umbrella to the side which caught you completely off guard. he took a seat next to you, making you roll your eyes.

“you’re seriously annoying, you know that? why are you suddenly being nice, i don’t need your pity or sympathy. i’ve been living like this for like my entire life, i’m not some glass doll who needs protection.” you nagged at him, wanting to hit a nerve of his so that he could get mad and leave.

“i know, and i’m not trying to offer you any of those. your parents are assholes and that’s no lie. i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’ve been living in delusion.” izana’s eyes softened, making your breath hitch as you looked at him through your glossy eyes.

“what?” you croaked out, still in shock.

“i thought that you were the blame as to why i’m stuck in this marriage, because you were like those other princesses that begged their daddy to get them married to a rich prince. i didn’t know how badly your parents treated you, i was just so focused on my anger that i forgot about basic human compassion. i thought that because my parents were so loving and caring before they died, every family would be the same.” guilt was plastered all over his face and it was refreshing to finally have someone understand your misery.

“i mean, in one way this marriage kind of saved me. i’m free from everything. it’s like my escape route, but one where my father won’t have the entire nation’s army search for me. so, i guess it’s not that bad.” you admitted, making him smile.

god, why did he look so good even with his hair wet and face drenched in the pouring rain?

your heart was skipping multiple beats at the same time, worrying you on if you were on the verge of having a stroke.

“izana! y/n! there you both are, we were worried sick.” your parents came rushing to you both, startling you.

“we’re so sorry, izana. y/n, you have spoiled your evening dress along with izana’s suit. dear god, you have so much to learn. you know, i had this meeting with other neighbhoring queens and they’ve put their daughters in these special classes. honey, we could fix this together. please, let me help you.” your mother gave you sickening puppy eyes, making your stomach churn in horror. you were silent, no longer having any words left to say to them.

you looked over at izana, seeing his face darken as his jaw locked. you sensed some kind of dark aura embracing him, getting a little nervous yourself.

“what the fuck? can you please stop treating her like she’s diseased? god, you both are so obsessed with her! she’s perfectly fine the way she is.” izana angrily spoke, the vein on his neck popping out as evidence of his fury. you were shocked at his sudden outburst, not expecting him to fight back against your parents’ words.

“oh dear, izana you’re too blinded by your love. this is not princess behavior, this is freakish, son.” your father tried to fakely empathize with izana. he placed a hand on izana’s shoulder, but izana roughly shook it off, making your parents gasp.

“what’s freakish is how obsessed you both are in making my perfectly fine wife your little doll. she’s no longer your princess, she’s my princess and the future queen of my kingdom when i get crowned in a few months.” he bitterly spat, making your mother scoff.

“you oblivious little child, one day you both will regret not listening to your elders.” your mother shook her head in disbelief.

“yeah, well, i’ll be waiting for that day. till then, please do not ever contact me or my wife.” izana snickered, grabbing your hand before standing up as he pulled you along with him.

before walking off, izana stopped in his tracks, making you stop as well.

now what?

today was full of surprises and you couldn’t help but grow more curious as to what would happen.

“by the way, mother. i would say thank you for the meal, but the dinner was absolutely horrendous. i wouldn’t even feed that to the stray dogs near my castle.” he smirked, as you turned to see the mix of anger and sadness paint your mother’s face.

you couldn’t help but feel joyous inside, your heart feeling at peace knowing that your parents received the medicine that they’ve been deserving for years now.

“wait, but how will we get home?” you asked, looking at izana and he looked at you with a mischievous grin.

“a prince always has a plan.” he answered slyly, as when you both reached the front yard, you saw his car and the butler waiting with an umbrella as he welcomed you both inside the car.

“lord kurokawa and your highness! i will inform the maids to prepare warm baths for you both as soon as possible.” the butler said in a panicked voice, making you smile.

“take it easy, man. i just witnessed the best show of my life.” you let out a chuckle, hearing a soft chortle coming from your side.

“yeah, it was pretty amusing.” izana admitted, making you hum in response.

the rest of the ride was silent, neither of you knowing how to start a conversation with each other. you decided to sleep, knowing it would be a long drive home.

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you groaned, body aching as you sat up. you realized that you were in your bed and changed into your pajamas. you tried to recall memories of earlier and you remembered that you fell asleep in the car.

then..

how did you end up here?

“the fuck?” you whispered to yourself. did izana carry you to your room? but what about your clothes, he couldn’t possibly change you out of your wet ones while you were asleep.

“your highness?” you heard a knock at your door, giving them your command to enter. two maids entered the room, a tray with porridge and what seemed like medicine on the side.

“what’s that?” you asked, pointing to the tray.

“ginseng porridge and medicine. lord kurokawa has ordered the cook to make some for you and the royal doctor to give medicine to prevent a cold.” she informed you, making you unknowingly smile.

“i see. oh, can you please tell me who brought me to my room?” you asked, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“lord kurokawa carried you to your room and requested us to change you out of your soiled dress.” she said with dreamy eyes, making you blush for even thinking about izana changing you.

“anyways, you may give me the medicine and take the porridge down. i don’t like eating porridge.” you cleared your throat, opening your palm as you waited for the pill.

it wasn’t a lie, you hated porridge. you always flushed down the bowl of porridge your mother would bring up to your room, lying to her when she came back to your room to check up on you.

“but, your majesty, this medicine has to be taken with food.” the maid meekly responded, making you groan in annoyance.

“fine, i’ll just go downstairs and have yesterday’s left over.” you threw off the covers, the cold air hitting your exposed arms and legs due to the silk gown you were wearing.

nonetheless, you were starving and headed down stairs.

the hallway was quiet, the lights downstairs were turned off, indicating that everyone has went to sleep.

you reached the bottom of the stairs, walking towards the kitchen as you tried to tiptoe.

“what do we have here?” a groggy voice behind you startled you as you screamed, immediately lunging at the person behind you in defense. the person wasn’t expecting the sudden attack, falling on their back with a thud as you fell on top of them.

you raised your fist to land a punch but the person beneath you tightly entangled their arms around you to prevent you from doing any harm.

red alarms went off in your mind, tears welling in your eyes as you were now genuinely scared for your life. being caged in your parents’ castle had the only benefit of preventing you from any crazy harm, now you were fearful if they made any weird ties with shady people to make your life hellish.

what if this time they wanted to get rid of you, for good?

“let me go! iza-”

you stopped midway when the familiar smell of light vanilla came to your senses. your heartbeat began to relax, making you let out a sigh of relief as you allowed yourself to melt into his embrace.

“it’s you. thank god, it’s you.” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, hugging onto him tighter. you don’t know why, but you can’t decide whether you hate or like izana. all you know is that you didn’t want to let him go right now.

“who else would it be other than you and me, princess?” izana’s voice was raspy and slightly cracked, as he comfortingly rubbed your back to help you calm down.

you soon realized what was going on and quickly pulled away, standing up to your feet as you rushed over to turn on the lights. you cleared your throat, wishing you left the lights off as you knew your cheeks were bright red right now since you could physically feel them burning.

“um, sorry about that. i was just a little paranoid and your voice didn’t sound like how it normally does.” you cleared your throat, avoiding eye contact with him.

“it’s fine, i just came down for a glass of water and saw you lurking. oh, and for my voice, i have a sore throat. i sent your medicine to prevent it from affecting you, although maybe now i may have given it to you i think.” he giggled, making you smile.

“yeah, i saw. i didn’t take it yet, i’m trying to look for some food.” you answered him, making him furrow his eyebrows.

“did the maids not deliver you the porridge?” he asked.

“no, they did. i just don’t like porridge, it makes me gag.” you reasoned, scrunching your nose as he rolled his eyes.

“that’s because you’ve been eating your mother’s shitty food for all your life so you’ve never had good porridge. this is my family’s recipe, i guarantee that you’ll like it.” izana swears, grabbing your hand before dragging you to the dining space. he walked into the kitchen and plated you another bowl of porridge and heated it up.

“just take a bite, if you don’t like it i won’t force you to eat it.” he assured, making you sigh as you obliged with his request.

you scooped up some of the porridge, making sure to get a little bit of everything in it. the porridge wasn’t bland like your mother’s, it had a lot of veggies along with chicken and what seemed like pickled vegetables as well?

you placed the bite in your mouth, tasting the food. the warm food going down your throat brought you some comfort, the taste of the different seasonings including the pickled vegetables brought your tastebuds back to life.

you quietly inhaled the food, sensing the prideful aura radiating off of izana.

“it’s good, isn’t it?” izana taunted, making you clear your throat.

“it’s alright.” you said with a mouthful of the porridge, struggling to speak as he chuckled from your stubbornness.

silence fell upon you both once again, running out of things to talk about as you ate. izana was trying to distract himself from constantly looking at you by reading his official papers.

“finally some good fucking food.” you breathed out as you dropped your spoon in the bowl, accidentally letting out a burp as you quickly excused yourself.

“for a princess that’s be imprisoned with obsessive royal parents, you’re so brash.” he snickered, making you scoff.

“huh?! the hell’s that supposed to mean, jerk.” you mumbled under your breath, annoyed by his words.

“i don’t know, you’re just.. weird.” izana laughed, making you roll your eyes.

“and what about you? i don’t think you can even take a shit by yourself without the help of your butlers.” you retorted an insulted back at him, making his eyes widen.

“you little shit.” izana narrowed his eyes, making you grin.

“grow up, bitch.” you remarked, knowing that you won this conversation. you got up with your bowl, heading to the kitchen to wash it. it started to rain once again, the soft pitter-pattering noice radiating throughout the hollow castle, bring a sense of peace to you.

you walked back to your chair, the shuffling sounds of your slipper against the tiled floor caught izana’s attention. he helped you with taking out the pills, handing it to you along with the glass of water as you drank it.

“do you like living in royalty?” izana suddenly blurted out, catching you by surprise.

“of course not, every noble that exists on this planet are nothing but slaves to the cycle of money and power. i am most certainly not one of those dogs.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“you have a point, but you must admit, we royals live in much better conditions than commoners. we have people to serve us, protection, great housing and food. i mean, it’s a commoners dream to live like us, isn’t it?” izana tried to defend, placing his face on the palm of his hand, now interested to listen to your rebuttal.

“the devil never makes a deal with a desperate soul if it doesn’t sound appealing. these commoners are completely oblivious about our lives, the abuse and creulty that it comes with. i’d rather live in a old, worn-out cottage with bread and soup as my meal than live this shitty life.” you angrily spat out, wishing that things could’ve been different.

you weren’t upset with izana’s words, but rather with the fact that every other noble thought the same way as him. which wasn’t a surprise or anything, royal children were brainwashed to believe in this crap.

“convince me.” he egged further, making you scoff.

“tell me, did you ever get to feel the rush of the town’s river beneath your feet? the sun kissing your skin as you sit a feild of flower, having a small picnic consisting of bread, butter and fresh jam? or how about watching the stars in the great night sky on a hill?” you questioned him, making izana go silent as he never had an answer to give you. his silence answered your questions, as you gave him a sad smile.

“me neither, and it’s all because while living in such fame and wealth, we forget to enjoy and cherish the creation of god. we forget to appreciate mother nature’s beauty and the gift of life.” you sighed, putting your head down as you counted the number of drops you heard.

“wow i... i’ve never thought about it like that.” izana breathed out, eyes widened from shock as you just opened a whole new perspective of life to him.

“yeah, well, being imprisoned for your whole life makes you think a lot. i’d kill to be a commoner, dance in the streets during festivals with the small children, eat street food, and just live in peace. i want to have flowers in my hair, dance with the stars and sing with the moon.” you dreamily said, similing to yourself at the romanticization of life.

“is it that fun?” izana hesitantly asked, intrigued by your passionate argument.

“like a dream that i never want to wake up from.” you giggled like a child, delirious with sleep as you knew these medications would make you drowsy.

“hmm, i suppose you’ll have to take me to one to make me convinced.” he playfully said, making you hum in agreement.

“i will, but what’ll i get if i win?” you mumbled into your arms, trying to keep yourself awake to hear his response.

“whatever that is that you desire, i will service you. but if i win, you must submit to me like we were taught as royals.” izana challenged, making you smirk against your skin as you gave him a thumbs up.

“you’re on, prince jackass.”

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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Being Sanemi’s Tsugoku

Other pillar versions (coming soon?)

A/N: it’s been a hot mother fucking minute since I’ve posted Sanemi. With Demon Slayer Sundays just a week away it’s only right that I return to my roots of posting some demon slayer content

Pink text is You — Green text is Sanemi

(Cosmo and Wanda think they slick—)

You couldn’t lie, you were initially petrified when Kagaya appointed you as Sanemi’s tsugoku

It was typical for the Hashira themselves to pick someone, usually someone they knew and trusted. Someone they could put their full faith in to fulfill their duties if it just so happen the current pillar was to lose the fight

That wasn’t the case for you. Kagaya himself appointed you for your outstanding performance and understanding of wind breathing

Needless to say, Sanemi wasn’t thrilled

“Just keep your mouth shut and maybe I won’t kill you.”

You could feel your brow twitch, you didn’t let anyone talk to you in such a tone. Wind pillar or not, you’d sooner die than be walked all over.

“Watch your tone and maybe I won’t beat your ass.”

Thus began Sanemi’s never ending torture. Torture he had to tolerate solely because Kagaya appointed you.

Hell it was likely a test at this point, put some sort of humanity in him so he wouldn’t get himself killed.

Sanemi’s training was nothing short of su!cidal, honestly by the end of the first day you were convinced he was trying to k!ll you

It consisted of training from sunrise until sunset followed by accompanying him on his patrolling. It would be a full twenty four hours until you saw your bed again.

“No wonder you look so psychotic, you don’t fucking sleep.”

He, of course, didn’t answer you. It seems he had taken his own advice to heart and decided keeping his mouth shut would save him the headache.

This intense regimen would continue for a full month, only half a day break in between so you could get some sleep.

You’d quickly learn his goal was to break you. Get you to leave the corps with your head hung low.

“Ya know, it’s kinda odd you’re so determined to get me to leave. It’s almost as if you care about me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. The corps is no place for weaklings, nothing more than demon bait at this point.”

“Ain’t that what you’d want then? People to lure the demons to you. Makes it easier than hunting them, pretending to be the prey I mean.”

Sanemi ended that conversation with a simple glare, something in his eyes that you’d never seen before. For once you let him drop it, not willing to uncover the man’s traumas against his will.

Sanemi’s behavior towards you mellowed slightly after three months of you being his tsugoku. You simply weren’t going anywhere any time soon so he didn’t think the hard ass attitude was quite necessary.

That’s not to say he started taking it easy on you… not by a long shot actually. If anything his schedule for you only got more intense. But it was different.

You could tell he was training you with the intent of keeping you alive, not scaring you out of the corps.

“I think we’ll be friends soon.” You laughed softly as you ate your lunch, sanemi was sitting a few feet away under the shade of a tree. “I don’t make friends.” It was gruff, food getting shoved into his mouth a moment later. “Okay tough guy, you’ll realize soon enough.” All you got was a nose scrunch in return.

The thing is, you were right. Sanemi should have known it would be impossible, even for him, to spend nearly every waking moment with someone and not enjoy their presence.

Around the six month mark of being his tsugoku, you found it easier to hold a conversation with him. Especially since he’d actually entertain it. Hell you’d even crack jokes with one another. It was safe to say he tolerated you now.

And not out of obligation

“I want you to leave the corps. I’m telling Master that you aren’t up to my satisfaction.” You froze, head whipping around to see if he was joking. The look on his face told you he wasn’t. “Aren’t we past this bull shit, Shinazugawa?”

Truth was, he’d gotten attached to you in some odd way. It fucking terrified him.

“You’ll do as I say, as your overseer. You have to obey my wishes.” You couldn’t quite understand why his attitude had switched, as if six months of work had suddenly never happened. “Bull shit. What the fuck happened?” He only shook his head, not able to maintain eye contact. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It wasn’t long before it turned into a full blow yelling match.

“I’ll tell Master you’re full of shit. Chances are he’ll fucking believe me, Shinazugawa.” For the first time, he was losing a battle in more ways than one. “Oh fuck off.” Was all he could muster, brain moving a mile a minute as he tried to figure out a better way to reason with you.

What had you done to him? He wanted to reason with you? That thought terrified him even worse.

In the end, all of his logic flew out the window as he uttered the very words he didn’t want to say out loud. Not because he didn’t mean them, but because he didn’t want to make things worse. He was already struggling with these new emotions, never mind making them known to you.

“I care about you a little too much to let you throw your life away in this hellish profession.”

That got you to freeze, eyes wide as you tried to gauge what exactly he meant by that statement. Silence hung between the two of you, you weren’t sure how long you both stood there in the back yard of his estate. But by the time you had gotten the courage to even make a noise, he was turning his back to you.

“Woah hold the fuck on! Don’t run away from me after saying something like that? Hell, Shinazugawa you never run from anything never mind me!”

For a moment he really wished some divine force would come down and kill him on the spot.

Yet, he steadied himself, realizing that you were right. He’d never run away from a fight, never mind being a coward with his own feelings. So he stopped, turning around to stop you in your tracks.

“I fucking care about you, what’s there to not understand?”

“That’s not where I’m confused you moron.”

He knew what you were implying, he knew what you wanted to hear and yet he found himself struggling. Being a Hashira gave him no right to admit he had feelings for you. It would only be cruel to you, especially since you were to be his successor.

“Shina—no—Sanemi. Explain yourself.”

That was his breaking point, eyes shutting as he exhaled slowly. Hearing his first name fall from your lips, this wasn’t exactly the situation he wanted to hear it for the first time. Yet it was enough to give him courage.

“I care about you, more than a friend, more than a tsugoku. There, happy?”

The shit eating grin that crept up your face was more than enough to show him that you were.

“See… I was right. I told you we’d become friends.”

“I just said I liked you more than a friend.”

“Fair enough, I guess it’s safe to say I underestimated you, master.”

“I’m still making you leave the corps.”

“Maybe if you offer me your hand in marriage I’ll consider it.”

He was starting to question why he even grew to like you in the first place. Though, the smile on your face had him mentally reminding himself to thank Kagaya for giving you to him.

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oleander-nin · 9 months

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For the follower special may I please request yan!Leo and yan!Mikey with the following prompts?

18.a soft kiss

and

"You ate it?!"

Hope you don't mind me mixing verbal and not verbal.Also keep yourself hydrated and well fed.Don't forget to sleep too!☆◇

A/N, not important: I am so sorry for the wait, I hope you like it. Despite how long this took and how much I struggled, I'm fairly proud of this one. And look at that! I'm not posting at 2 am for once! I've almost finished all my follower special requests. Only one more to go and I'm home free. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: stalking, mention of planned kidnapping, drugging, planned drugging, sleeping pills, nonconsentual touching(non-sexual)

Words: 2001

Prompt(s) requested: 18(A soft kiss) & 17("You ate it?!")

Summary: Mikey and Leo can't get along when it comes to you

Mikey hums to himself as he takes the cookies out of the oven, kicking the door closed with his foot. He sets the hot tray on the counter, peeling the oven mitts off his hands. The cookies he made were perfect. It was a small batch, only around three cookies, but it would do. After all, they played a very important role in Mikey’s current plan. He grins to himself as he scrapes the cookies off the tray and onto a cooling rack. He was sure to beat Leo now.

Mikey looks proudly down at his recent baking work. They were your favorite. Made just to your taste to be perfect. With an addition of .5 mg of Triazolam, of course. He needed these to bring you home after all. Mikey puts the now empty cookie sheet into the sink to let it soak for a while. It didn’t need immediate attention, and it was always easier to scrape off the cookie crumbs after it soaked.

With one last satisfied grin towards his cookies, Mikey walks off and heads back to his room with his feet softly padding against the ground. It was best to let them cool for now before giving you one. He just had to make sure you only had one. He’d feel awful if he accidentally caused you to take too much and get hurt.

As Mikey steps out, the kitchen is quiet once more. The stacks of dishes sat in the sink, waiting to be washed and put away. The room maintained a peaceful calm for an entire ten minutes before Leo walked in, his head held high. He moseys over to the fridge, leaning in while examining the contents. Leftover pizza catches his eye and he grabs a slice, ignoring the bright sticky note that showed Raph’s claim over the food.

Leo shuts the fridge and leans against the appliance as he eats, his eyes drifting over the kitchen. He grimaces when he spots the piled up dishes. It was his turn to clean them this week, and he was dreading it. Hopefully he could pass it off to someone else.

His drifting eyes land on the three cookies, sitting innocently on their plate. Leo quickly shoves the rest of the pizza in his mouth, wiping his hand absentmindedly on his shorts to get the grease off his fingers. Leo couldn’t help but move closer to the mouth-watering cookies. Looking around the room for anyone watching, Leo picks up one of the cookies and takes a small bite, leaning against the counter and over the plate.

Leo’s eyes dilate as he smiles, the cookie melting on his tongue. Before Leo even realizes, he eats all three. Looking down at the empty plate makes Leo freeze, the last few crumbs of the final cookie falling from his mouth. Leo stares blankly down at the empty plate. He didn’t mean to eat them all. He barely even meant to eat two.

The sound of a furious gasp makes Leo’s head whip towards the door, a shaky smile on his face. He waves at his angry brother, Mikey’s face twisted into a look of shock and fury. Leo understands immediately he messed up.

“Did you eat all of them!?” Mikey asks. His frustration was clear on his face as he stared his older brother down. Mikey was just as tense as Leo.

“They were really good?”

“That doesn’t- You- Leo!” Mikey sputters, trying to process his words properly. This wasn’t fair. He made those for you, and now Leo ruined his chance at bringing you home. Mikey was beyond devastated at Leo’s thoughtlessness, and even madder he now had to find more Triazolam. That was his last amount of it that he could squirrel from Donnie, and he didn’t want to have to find more on his own. All that bribing, and for nothing. His voice is a harsh whisper when it comes out, anger forcing his voice into a tight tone. “Those were drugged.”

“And delicious.” Leo jokes. He laughs nervously at Mikey’s unimpressed face. Leo clears his throat, glancing down at the empty plate. “What with? And why did you drug cookies, Mikey?”

Mikey runs his fingers over his face, groaning. “Point five milligrams of Triazolam each. And they were for (Y/n).”

Leo considers this for a moment. Leo wanted to be angry, mostly because Mikey was planning on doing something with you and didn’t tell him, but he would’ve done the same thing. Leo no longer felt bad for eating Mikey’s cookies.

“Okay, well,” Leo starts, brushing off any fallen crumbs from his wrappings. “Maybe you shouldn’t have left them out in the open with no warning.”

“Maybe you should’ve asked.” Mikey shoots back.

Leo and Mikey stare at each other in standstill, neither moving a single muscle. To move was to give in to the other, and both were too sure they were in the right. Well, Leo knew he was wrong, but he wasn’t going to admit it. Not after learning Mikey was going to use the cookies on you. Leo had to get you before Mikey, and if eating the cookies aided in that, then so be it.

That’s it. Leo needed to get you before Mikey does, and if Mikey was going to start being this sneaky, so would he. Leo shifts, sighing dramatically. His pout is dramatized as he presses the back of his hand to his forehead, leaning heavily against the cabinet. “I think the medicine is kicking in, I need to go check with Donnie to make sure I’m okay. Wish me luck, hermano.”

Mikey’s face scrunches up at Leo’s words, his eyes studying his older brother. Mikey didn’t believe him in the slightest, he knew it took way more than three simple doses to put even a small dent in their tolerance to drugs. They were designed as war machines after all, there wasn’t much that could touch them. It just sucked when it came to pain meds, those never helped enough no matter how many they took.

Leo slips past Mikey and heads towards Donnie’s lab, Mikey watching him until he turns a corner and disappears out of sight. Mikey stands in the doorway of the kitchen, his foot rapidly tapping the ground. Mikey highly doubted Leo was actually going to Donnie’s lab for a check in. The slider was up to something, Mikey was certain. He just wasn’t sure what.

Mikey stands in the kitchen for only a moment more before retreating himself, making his way to his room. He still planned on going to your apartment, at least to see you to make sure you were okay. He just needs to grab his sketchbook first so he can practice drawing you a bit more. He would bring you home some other day instead.

Mikey grabs the sketchbook and small pencil bag sitting on his desk, tucking it into a small messenger bag before slinging it over his shoulder and strapping it tight to his shell. Mikey makes his way out of the lair, climbing the nearest fire escape so he could move by rooftop. It was much quicker, and in Mikey’s humble opinion, more beautiful. Mikey heads towards your house, taking his time. He wasn’t in much of a rush, considering he knew you would be there. After finding your schedule that Leo had in his room, which was stupidly left in the open on his desk, Mikey was able to memorize it so he’d know where you should be at all times. Unless you broke your schedule, which was highly unlikely.

You never broke your schedule.

Mikey admires the way to your apartment, gazing out at the skyline. The light from the full moon lit everything he needed, so he didn’t need a flashlight. Plus, New York was bright anyways. The last time he needed a light to lead the way, there was a power outage after a thunderstorm. Mikey would rather not have lightning be his light source ever again.

Skidding to a halt at the end of the roof on your apartment building, Mikey prepares to climb down onto the fire escape so he can make his way into your apartment. Looking over the edge, Mikey nearly falls down when he sees Leo. So that’s what he was up to, ditching the lair to come here. Mikey grumbles for a moment before climbing down to meet his brother, pouting slightly. He wanted to be alone with you, not have Leo be here too.

Leo looks up at Mikey, his eyes widening in surprise before morphing into slight annoyance. His voice was hushed. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing! This sure doesn’t look like Donnie’s lab-”

Leo panics slightly at Mikey’s loud voice, quickly clamping his hand over his little brother's beak. Leo holds a finger up to his lips, shushing the younger turtle. Mikey tries to argue, but then sees into the window. You were in your bed, fast asleep.

Leo stares at you, his features melting into a soft smile. He loved the way you looked in your sleep, so peaceful and snug. He was confident you would look the same way in his arms. Mikey seemed to be thinking the same, his eyes softened in a similar way. Mikey reaches over to the window to tug it open. He wanted to bring you home. He was done with waiting.

Leo’s eyes widen as he watches Mikey start to pull up the window, yanking his brother back by the lip of his shell. Mikey’s head pops into his shell before coming back out, glaring at the older turtle.

“What was that for?” He hisses, keeping his voice low. Mikey was still trying to get to the window.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to wake them up?”

Mikey scowls. “No! I’m just… I’m taking them home.”

“Absolutely not!” Leo protests, taking his brother by the shoulders. Leo sighs, shaking Mikey a bit as he continues whispering. “They just fell asleep. If we do something too bold, they’ll wake up.”

Mikey pouts before looking at your sleeping figure. He was right. Your breathing was light and he could see your hands still twitching. You were in too light of a sleep to be messed with much.

Leo lets go, moving on the fire escape to face you once more. Mikey frowned. He didn’t want to just watch you and leave. That wasn’t enough. Mikey moves to open the window again while Leo sputters behind him.

“What did I just say?”

Mikey ignores his brother and opens the window fully, dropping silently into the room. Leo hesitates, but follows. He couldn’t let his brother have all the fun after all. Mikey moves up to you and brushes some of the hair off your forehead before planting a soft kiss to the skin. He stands up, smirking at Leo. You hadn’t even flinched.

Leo rolls his eyes before pushing Mikey out of the way, an indignant cry coming from the box turtle. Leo scans your face with a soft smile. He couldn’t wait until you were home safe with him. Maybe Mikey was right, taking you now couldn’t be that much of a setback, could it? Leo kisses your cheek, his hand cupping your face and caressing the soft skin.

Mikey sputters behind him and Leo chuckles. Older brother privileges were the best. Leo continues to push Mikey away playfully, his eyes flickering between you and his brother. Both him and Mikey freeze at a soft groan coming from you.

You shift in your sleep, making both of the turtles step back, their teasing quickly ceasing. Leo and Mikey eye each other. The tension between the two rose, but this time from fear of being caught. A flash of blue illuminates the room for a moment, only the main occupant being left. You roll over in their sleep, unaware of the danger you just avoided.

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reidsaurora · 1 year

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happy 1k!!!! 🥳🍾

Can I please order a sauvignon blanc 🍷 (<-pretend this is wine wine) of Spencer Reid x bau!reader with 12. “Just shut up and kiss me" ?

Backstory- they are in the first few weeks of dating after being best friends for forever and them overcoming the awkwardness of that transition?

Thank you bestie 😘

"You Give Me Butterflies" ~ S. Reid

Summary: a cute lil blurb about Spencer and Reader's first kiss :)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader (i think, i don't think any pronouns were used LOL i can't remember)

Word Count: 711

Content Warning: mentions of food, a small mention of throwing up but like as a comparison (?), no use of YN!

Genre: awkward Fluff <3

Extra Notes: yes the title is from Butterflies by Kacey Musgraves 🫡

Based On the Prompt: "Just shut up and kiss me."

Originally Written: 01/31/2023 through 02/03/2023

Beta Read By: @lukeclvez

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ofwilliamandwalter's 1K cocktail party

🍸 Spencer's Sauvignon Blanc - send me a character + prompt and i'll write you a small blurb!

"Is this OK?" Spencer asked quietly, his fingers freshly entwined with mine.

I giggled. "What? You holding my hand or you taking me out for sushi for our first official date?"

His cheeks blushed crimson, a tone to match the wrapper of the chopsticks he'd been fiddling with since we sat down. "Both."

I gave him a small smile, but nodded. "It's perfect."

The waiter appeared, one menu in hand. "My apologies. It's a very busy night. This was the only menu I could find," he said, a nervous sigh settling on his tongue.

Spencer blushed even darker at this, avoiding eye contact with both me and the waiter.

After taking our drink order, the waiter left us alone once again. I stood, sliding myself into Spencer's side of the booth. "Is this OK?" I said, a giggle nearly falling from my tongue.

He simply nodded, turning his attention to the menu and away from me. His breathing became heavy as he looked over the menu, something it had been doing a lot since he finally told me he liked me.

The rest of the date went similarly to this, the two of us making awkward small talk until our food arrived, eating in a silence that was almost as awkward as the small talk, and quite frankly, an even more awkward walk around the park near my apartment.

It wasn't until the last five minutes of our walk that I finally convinced him to lace his fingers between mine again, his breath shaky at the sensation.

We continued the walk back to my apartment in silence, though this time, it was a much more comfortable silence.

"So, this is your building," he said, looking down at his shoes as he removed his hand from mine.

"Yep," I answered, popping the p a little harder than I'd meant to.

"It's a very nice building. Much nicer than my old, run-down building. I'm surprised the elevator hasn't broken down on my ride up to my apartment," he uttered, an expression on his face that announced he was being betrayed by his lips.

We both stayed silent for a beat, until he mentioned, "But you already knew that because you've visited my apartment before."

"Spencer-"

"Is it- is it hot out here or is it just me?" he asked, adjusting his scarf. "The temperature was supposed to be 65° tonight but I'm still extremely hot. Are you hot?" His eyes widened. "I-I didn't mean it like that. I mean, you are hot. Not hot but pretty. Oh, my God-"

"Spencer, will you please just shut up and kiss me goodnight?" I asked.

His cheeks went red, a maroon shade almost as red as the lipstick I wore, a color that was twice as dark as his cheeks had been earlier. "Are you sure?"

I placed both my hands on either side of his face, pulling him toward me. "Yes, I'm sure." And with that, our lips met, a sensation that not even a romance novel could ever describe.

He pulled away first, those hazel eyes expanding so wide, I wasn't sure they wouldn't reach his hairline. "I'm sorry."

I chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Why are you sorry?"

"Ever since I realized I like you, I get this weird feeling in my stomach. It's kinda like I wanna throw up. Not in a bad way! In an exciting way. Sorta like when you're in line for a roller-coaster. Not that I've ever done that because roller-coasters scare me. Anyway, it makes my hands shake and I get all sweaty. That's gross. Anyway-"

"Spencer, what you're experiencing is called butterflies."

"What?" he asked, his brows furrowing.

"You've got butterflies in your tummy."

"Butterflies don't just appear in your stomach. That's not scientifically possi-"

"Spencer Reid, you have butterflies in your tummy. Would you like me to make them go away?"

"I don't under-"

I cut him off with another kiss, his breath hitching as my hands moved back to his face. Once again, he pulled away first, his cheeks heating up yet again.

He scratched at the base of his neck, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Can you do it again? I'm not sure it fully worked."

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k-martins · 4 months

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JJK characters in: KARAOKE NIGHT!

Just a union of some HC's I have. Some can be read as Canon Compatible, others not. Follow your heart ♥

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♡ Gojo ALWAYS chooses a classic from the 2000s that sticks like gum in everyone's mind. He dedicated Call me maybe to Suguru every time he sang it. ♥ Shoko always chooses songs with dark themes, with slow and disturbing rhythms on purpose, because he likes to see Satoru and Suguru's uncomfortable faces. ♡ Nanami would rather die than sing. He also doesn't have a good voice. ♥ Haibara is the one who drags everyone to Karaoke, and he stays excited until the end. He sings all the songs and plays the instruments for everyone. He always pats Suguru on the shoulder when he gets a lower grade than Gojo. ♡ Utahime is the only one who strives to have a good score in the game, and she ends up getting furious when Gojo surpasses her without difficulty. ♥ Suguru likes rock songs, and for Satoru, he always looks hot when he sings.

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♡ Kirara has one of the best voices, and is very expressive. Gesturing and dancing to the rhythm of the music. ♥ Hakari isn't exactly the type who likes these types of games, but Kirara always convinces him to sing a duet. ♡ Yuta tries to sing a song at least on karaoke nights, but he stutters the lyrics and gets the timing wrong several times. ♥ Toge, for obvious reasons, cannot sing at karaoke nights, but he is happy to bang his instruments as loud as possible to disturb his friends. Except when it's Yuta who's singing. Then he acts like a supportive friend/boyfriend and plays the instruments calmly as a sign of support. ♡ Maki doesn't like singing, even though she has a good voice. She will at least sing a rock'n roll song and a duet with Nobara. ♥ Yuji always chooses some American pop music, the kind that appears on Instagram or Tik tok. The problem is that he rarely looks for a translation of the lyrics and (to Megumi's embarrassment and Nobara's amusement) he ends up singing something like "Mary on a Cross" or equally with a double meaning. ♡ Nobara always sings some girl power song. She feels powerful singing this. ♥ + She sang I Kissed a Girl once and didn't stop looking at Maki for a minute. Toge smiled evilly at her for two weeks. ♡ It's very rare for Megumi to sing karaoke (in fact, he'd rather die than do that), but whenever he does, he chooses something basic and well-known. ♥ + Once Yuji dragged him to a duet of Rewrite the Stars and Megumi almost died of embarrassment. Neither of them knew the words exactly, but they both had fun. Of course, until Gojo shows that he recorded everything and Megumi tries to beat him up.

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♡ Todo always sings a song from his beloved Takada-chan's idol group. He doesn't have a very good voice, but he gets emotional while singing (with tears and all) ♥ Miwa is not a good singer, but she tries hard to be, gesturing and giving emotion to the notes. Her score is never high. ♡ Kokichi sings like a robot. No jokes. The guy has no emotions. ♥ Noritoshi doesn't know how to sing and prefers not to try, although he shows support for his colleagues with the instruments (which he also doesn't know how to play) ♡ Momo sings American classics that no one knows, but Mai and Miwa still congratulate her. ♥ Mai has similar taste to Nobara, only she is less blatantly gay.

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♡ At karaoke nights, Nanako is the only one who actually sings, all the songs she knows or tries to sing the ones she doesn't know. ♥ Mimiko doesn't like karaoke nights and always falls asleep on Suguru's shoulder. ♡ Ino sings anime songs and tells his juniors that singing is not a talent, but rather practice and study (he has one of the worst scores). ♥ Hana likes romantic and slow songs, but she always blushes when she sings them. ♡ Tsumiki likes Disney classics, so it's obvious that she's going to sing a song like that on the night. Sometimes she pulls Megumi to be her partner, other times Gojo accompanies her. ♥ Tsukumo sings the hardest and hardest rock songs to sing. His score is very good. ♡ Junpei is the same as Yuta, except that he makes a point of always choosing the soundtrack for a movie. Yuji and Nobara sometimes sing as a trio, with Megumi playing the instruments in the background. ♥ Choso doesn't sing nor does he know the songs being played, but he applauds to the rhythm of the music and always shows his support for Yuji and Tsukumo.

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♡ Sukuna hates Karaoke nights. It always appears in Yuji's mouth to disrupt his singing or to mock others. He also threatens that Karaoke will be a crime under penalty of death in his new reign. He's very rude, but everyone tells him to fuck off, so it's okay.

Thanks for reading (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

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elcpsstuff · 9 months

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 5)

A/N: I have so many ideas so i’ve been getting these chapters out like clockwork !!

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Once Belly got home, she ripped the boys a new one which was hilarious. Conrad just stood there and took the beatings while Jeremiah tried to reason.

Now, it was 1am and I couldn’t sleep. I could sleep if I really tried. My brain was swirling. I needed a drink. I rushed downstairs but didn’t make any noise. Unfortunately, I wasn’t alone.

I went to go turn around, in hopes the shadow hadn’t seen me.

“You can stay.”

wow, thanks for allowing me to.

I spin on my heel to face their silhouette. “I didn’t mean to bother you..”

“It’s basically your house too, yn.” He doesn’t say this with sincerity or kindness, he says it cold. Like It was obvious. Fuck him. Honestly.

I place my hands on the island and sigh, “Why are you such an ass?”

He takes a swing at his beer bottle and then groans, “First Belly, and now you too? Fuck off.”

I felt my heart drop, not just to my stomach, but out my body. So far out I didn’t even want to look at him.

The boy that had been my best friend since I was ten, the first person I ever let see me cry, the boy who taught me how to dance when no one else would. Just looked me in the eye and said that. I felt like fucking throwing up.

“No wonder Aubrey broke up with you.” I said. He looked at me confused and I knew I had gotten him there. Me and Conrad didn’t talk for most of this year, and if we would’ve, then I would know about Aubrey.

I was listening to Steven on the phone a couple of months ago when I found out he had a girlfriend. Then I found out he broke up with her a couple of weeks ago.

He laughed a little, “Grow up, yn.”

“I hate you.”

I saw his face drop for a split second but then return to the cold face he had worn since I had gotten here.

“Okay, that’s great.”

I shook my head and stomped my way upstairs. I didn’t even want to be in the same house with him anymore.

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Last Summer, Age 15 (Almost 16)

“yn?” I heard him call my name, but I just groaned. He closed my door and then sat next to me on the bed, keeping the lights off.

“Go away, Con.”

He giggled and brushed some hair out of my face. “Please, I wanna go to the beach.”

That’s when I opened my eyes. “Conrad, it’s like 3 in the morning.”

“But it might rain out, I’ve always wanted to see the beach while it’s raining.”

He was right, it never rained in cousins.

Don’t give in.

“Con—”

“Please?” He leaned in close to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

I felt my cheeks burn, for reasons I couldn’t decide. Not right now.

“Fine. Only because you won’t stop till I do.” No, I did it because he was my best-friend. Maybe even more.

He was still in his suit from the night before, we had all gone to a dinner and came home at 1am. Which was only two hours ago. His hair was ruffled and he looked really cute.

Once we got to the beach it was actually really cold. I was only wearing a shirt and plaid shorts because I thought it would be hot, but I was wrong. Just as we got there, I felt rain drops hit me.

That’s when I felt Conrad lace his fingers in between mine and before I knew it we were kicking each other in the sand. The rain started pouring and I couldn’t see much but I could see him. Always.

For some reason I thought of Belly, and then felt extremely guilty but pushed the thought out of my mind.

The rain stopped within minutes and then it became extremely humid. Soaked, we laid down on the beach, the sand sticking to both of us.

We were close. Really close. Not just like best friend close.

“Thanks for coming with me.” He whispered. I could tell he was embarrassed because he wouldn’t look at me.

“Of course.” I smile, “But you owe me.”

He smirks and I didn’t even realize he was still holding my hand. I didn’t pull away though.

When I woke up the sun was just starting to rise, and neither of us had brought our phones. I was guessing it was around 6am.

When we walked back to the house, it was silent. Not a bad silent though, like a really good one. A smile kept creeping up on my face as I caught Conrad look at me a couple of times. I even let a laugh slip.

“What?” He says through a smile.

“Nothing.” I begin, “This was just crazy..”

Our hands brushed against each other and before I knew it we were interlocked again. The summer house was silent and Conrad shushed me playfully as we walked in, trying not to wake anyone.

“Where have you two been?” A voice says and I immediately pull my hand away from Conrad. We were both smiling and It was hard to hide it.

“Uh, early morning walk on the beach I guess..” I lie.

“mhmm..” Susannah says through a smirk and Conrad’s cheeks go red.

I look at him and my heart is pounding, “I’m gonna.. go upstairs or something.”

“Yeah, you should do that or something.” He says while smirking.

I quickly rushed away and once I got to my room I slammed the door shut. I fell on my bed and texted Frankie that she needed to call me asap.

This felt different. At this moment I didn’t know If i wanted him like a best friend. Had I ever?

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Present day:

Nothing could top my raging headache. I would bet a thousand times it was because of Conrad. If he had just left me alone, none of this would have happened.

But Conrad never left me alone, even if he tried.

I tossed on a pair of spandex and a cousins shirt, making my way down the stairs, I didn’t bother to bring my phone.

I needed to be at the beach, it calmed me.

As I walked down the steps to our private stretch, I saw the one and only, sitting in the sand. I thought about walking away but he didn’t own the beach, so I kept moving.

He noticed me but then quickly turned away, and I think he was embarrassed. I suppressed my smile and then sat down next to him.

“When did you get out here?” I ask.

“10 minutes ago.”

“Oh.” I say quickly.

We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes before he cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his head half buried in his arms. He said it like a little kid who got caught stealing candy.

“For what?” I say, acting oblivious.

“Last night. I didn’t mean it.” He stammered the words so quick almost like he didn’t want me to hear it, of course, I heard.

He pulled his head out of his arms and grabbed a joint and began to light it. I decided to ignore this action.

“I’m sorry too.” I whisper.

I saw his eyes widen for a second but then return back to normal, then he put his joint away and gulped.

“Don’t be.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“I don’t want you too.”

For some strange reason I started laughing.

“What, what’s so funny?” He says.

“This is all so crazy.” I say, out of breathe. It was, everything was so crazy when it came to me and Conrad.

Conrad didn’t say anything because I knew he was thinking the same thing. About that night. Times like these I thought we would be okay, and that we could work everything out, but then I remembered everything, and Belly. I can’t do that to her.

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Conrad went to go and grab some muffins, and eventually I went back to the house. Jeremiah was downstairs alongside Steven, Belly, Laurel, and Susannah.

Susannah turns to me once I walk into the kitchen, “Where have you been?”

I smile, “At the beach.”

Jeremiah looks around, “Hey, where’s Conrad?” I felt everyone’s eyes peer on me and I groan. “How would I know?”

“I bet you he’s smoking pot.” Steven blurts out. We all let out a laugh when all the sudden Conrad, of all people comes through the door with muffins.

“Anyone want some?” He perks up.

“Yes man! First muffin run of the summer.” Steven says, patting the counter in front of him. Conrad places the muffins on the counter.

Conrad looks at me and sends me a half smile, and I could tell that Susannah noticed. She knew.

Belly was happy, and she didn’t seem to notice me and Conrad’s interaction. It was probably because it was her birthday tomorrow.

I grabbed the blueberry muffin, and I slightly frowned when I didn’t see a birthday cake muffin. I felt a head lean over my shoulder and close to my ear.

“They didn’t have any, sorry.” Conrad whispered.

He had read my mind. He still remembered. Jeremiah looked at us weirdly and then continued to eat his muffin. Belly noticed this time. She frowned.

“It’s okay.” I mumble. I could feel his breath touch my ears.

Jeremiah sighed, “I gotta get to the club.” And with that, him and Steven were gone within minutes.

Susannah send a half smile to Conrad, “Connie, don’t you have to be at the marina soon?” Lessons with Cleveland. I had heard about that.

“Besides, I wanna paint you when you come back.” Susannah added.

Conrad scratched the back of his head, and suddenly looked nervous. “Okay.”

After he left, me and Belly were the only ones at the house. I suddenly had the crazy idea to go for a swim. It wasn’t exactly crazy, but it was still something.

So here me and Belly were in the pool, taking laps and occasionally stopping to talk. It was then when she asked me out of the blue, “Have you talked to Conrad recently?”

I felt tense, “Um, I mean not much since we got here.”

“Okay.” She replies. We sat their silent for a minute, and then she said. “He just seems off. And this morning I kinda got a vibe from you guys like you had talked.”

I suddenly felt annoyed. Now i could even talk to him? At one time we had been best friends, and now their were rules? I hated it. It was all ruined.

Breaking the silence, susannah rushed outside, “Girls!We have to go Debb dress shopping!”

Thank God for you, Susannah.

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Debb shopping was pretty boring. The whole time I thought about me and Belly’s interaction in the pool. We were sisters. Cousins by blood, but sisters at heart. I loved her. I always will. So i’m lying about Conrad, about everything, to save her.

“That was beautiful.” Susannah said as Belly laid out on display for everyone like a doll. She looked great, but it wasn’t Belly. Belly liked simple, I was just picky.

Now it was my turn. My turn to show off. I didn’t want to, but here I was on display for everyone, just like Belly was mer minutes ago.

Belly smiled, “You look so beautiful.”

I looked into the side mirror. It was a beautiful silk white; with straps and not really much design. I loved it though, it was really flattering.

“This is a maybe, we can look for others.” Susannah said. But I loved it. Laurel could tell and so could Belly. All of the sudden I thought about dancing with Conrad. Then I just felt guilty.

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Conrad’s Pov:

I walked back to the house after giving Cleveland lessons. I saw my mother out on the porch, ready with her painting brushes and canvas. I didn’t want to do it, but I did it for her.

“Sit, Connie” She said, smiling. I suddenly felt sad. But I sat anyways.

She began to paint me, but she had this smug look on her face that only Susannah could make look sweet.

“So, me and Laurel went dress shopping with the girls.”

I nodded my head, “Nice.”

“yn looked beautiful in her dress.” She basically spat out in a loving but flirty manner. I knew what she was doing.

“Belly, too.” She added, attempting to cover her tracks.

“Mom, i’m not doing this with you.”

“What? I cant question you a little bit? You and yn were so close.”

I felt the heat pool in my body.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Tell me at least what happened?” She pleaded.

“We grew apart.” I said, angrily. More than I had intended and then I just felt horrible because Susannah nodded and continued.

Great fucking job, Conrad.

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That night, I wanted to swim again. But alone.

I got on my bikini, it wasn’t fancy or anything just a plain blue, I kinda blended in with the water.

I wasn’t as good as Belly, I wouldn’t take laps like her. Sometimes I would just dunk my head under the water and sit there. I used to pretend to be a mermaid when I was younger. Under the water all my problems went away, and I would even pretend like I was in the ocean.

I dunked my head under the water, and then came up for air after a couple of seconds. I jumped when I saw him there.

He was sitting on the edge of the pool, dipping his ankles in. “Conrad, you scared me.”

He smiled a little, but it wasn’t a innocent one. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine” I said awkwardly. I dipped my head back under to fix my part, because suddenly I was self conscious.

When I came back up, he was smoking a joint. I rolled my eyes. “You really need to stop that.”

He scoffed, “Why?”

“It’s not good for you, you know that.”

He smirked, “The only reason you knew that is because i told you. I taught you that.”

I felt my cheeks burn a little but it quickly went away, what was he playing at?

“I still think you should quit though.”

Then, he looked up at me and with this smug look on his face, he said, “What will you give me if I do?”

I wasn’t even under the water, but I felt like drowning.

I fucking hate him. I love him at the same time.

“Quit for yourself, jackass.” I dunked my head back under the water, but when I came up he was gone.

If I screamed, would anyone hear?

Tomorrow was Belly’s birthday, my sisters birthday. A day about her. No one else. Conrad could play all these games, but he would only be playing with himself.

Not me. Not anymore.

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AHHHH guys I promise we’ll get to the drama soon! Anyways susannah knows something guys ;) what do you think happened with Conrad and yn? Next one out sooooon

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#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #team jeremiah #tsitp #belly conklin #conrad x reader #love #summer love

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year

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shut up and drive // lando norris ( street racing au!)

summary: headcanons i wrote after watching the fast and the furious movies . . . enough said. lando is infatuated with the woman in the pink mustang who kicks his ass in a bristol street race.

pairing: street racer!lando norris x street racer! reader

the bristol street racing scene is intense

its run by a young blonde american using daddy's money to have a little bit of extra fun

and as far as everybody is concerned, the quadrant street racing team own the circuit, they're the undisputed champions

max fewtrell, ria bish and lando norris.

lando has been the reigning champion for three years running

he’s made over a billion british pounds via street racing

until y/n y/l/n appears on the scene

beating pierre gasly in her rookie race and winning five grand

and lando is intrigued, like any man would be

her hot pink mustang meanders into the clearing, bright spot lights shining down as she stops next to max fewtrells lime green maserati

“is that her?” lando asks quietly, watching the drivers side door creep open

she steps out, wearing white cowboy boots and skin-tight blue jeans, a shirt emblazoned in an old print of a chevy corvette tied up to show off her stomach, a small diamond glittering in her navel

heart shaped sunglasses over her eyes that she pushes up on to her forehead as she pulls a wad of cash from the pocket of her leather jacket

“oi sargeant, it’s not too late to cut a girl in, is it?”

logan grins, counting the cash she handed him as entry payment. “cutoff is in ten minutes, you made it just in time.”

"good. now, which of your boys wants to get his ass kicked next?"

pierre throws his hands up in surrender when logan shoots him a joking look.

"she wiped the floor with me last week, mate. i took one for the team."

"any takers?" logan proclaims, moving to stand on the roof of his mercedes

lando and max exchange a look before ria hits them both in the back of the head

"don't be stupid. either of you. if you get far enough tonight, you'll be racing for pinks." she scolds

"its not about the cars, ria. it's about the chase." lando grins, patting the hood of his mclaren before moving into the wider, open space near where y/n was standing

"i'll do it! i'll race you. what's the pot at, sargeant?"

logan grins. "let's see, you're a seasoned veteran, and she wiped the floor with gasly. how does seven grand sound?"

y/n grins, twirling her car keys in one hand. "what do you say, norris? american muscle up against whatever the fuck that euro-car you're driving is?"

"it's a good couple hundred horsepower, sweetheart. are you sure your poor old ford can handle it?"

"bring it on, toy boy."

they get behind the wheels of their cars, revving engines and showboating as lando's mclaren and her mustang draw side by side

"enough with the women dropping their bras to start a race, it's archaic!" y/n shouts, tapping her manicured nails against her glittery gear shift. 'give me a toy boy dropping his shirt to the ground, once i see some abs, that will really get this car moving!"

"give the lady what she wants!" ria shouts, clapping her hands together as max rolls his eyes

with a laugh and a grin, george russell steps out into the middle of the interlock road, fingers deftly unbuttoning his linen shirt

"now we're talking!" y/n shouts with a laugh and a grin, shooting lando a look out the corner of her eye

there was something sexy about what they were about to do

the cat and mouse game of a street race worth as much as this one was

and lando norris would be the first to admit that he was incredibly turned on by the idea of woman who drove a car as magnificent as the one parked next to him

a woman who spoke his language

"ready!" george shouts, shirt almost fully undone as women begin to cheer and whistle

"ready to lose, princess?" lando smirks, revving his engine as he grins at the driver next to him.

"ready to kick your ass, you mean." she grins back, toeing her boot-clad foot against the accelerator

"set!" the shirt his off george's body now, his arm raised in the air as he waves the white fabric in the air, toying with the minds of the two drivers in front of them

it was just a reflex game now

"go!" george shouts, throwing his shirt to the ground

the drivers are off in a flash, their fluorescent cars flying off into the night

her wrist moves deftly with the gearshift, shifting gears as she watched the speedometer sail over 100kmph as she takes the corner, shifting gears and yanking at the handbrake

she sails around the corner a fraction of a second faster than lando, winking at him as their windows line up, eyes meeting for a fraction of a second

and that's when lando knows that he's in love

righting their cars, lando less than half a second behind her but still not fast enough

they're neck and neck approaching the finish line, right across from where they started

she's watching his every movement carefully

biding her time until it's time to open that little canister of nos

she knows lando's too smart to use it too soon, so she just needs to hope that she presses that little red button faster than he can

she presses it quickly, both hands gripping the wheel as the speed throws her head against the headrest, hair whipping around her face

there's a gap of zero point four five seconds as she sails across the chalk-drawn finish line, yanking the handbrake and swerving to a stop

sitting with her body half out of the window, her ass resting where the wound-down window his

cheering as she drums her hands against the roof

lando comes to a much slower stop next to her

he's not even mad about losing

a glow in his eyes as he steps out of the mclaren

hands in jeans pockets as he ambles towards her

"impressive drive, sweetheart."

"yeah, it earned me seven grand." she grins, clambering out of the car. "your loss."

"seven grand is nothing. all i ask for in exchange is dinner."

y/n grins, reaching to shake his hand. "and if i say no?"

"then i'll have to get a rematch next week. and the week after until you say yes."

"i wouldn't be a very good rival if i ended up in your bed."

"well, you know what they say." lando grins seductively. "keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

she runs her tongue over her lips, eyebrows raised as she starts backing away towards everyone who's cheering her on,

"i'll see you next week, norris. we'll meet in the winner's bed."

and lando has never been so turned on in his life

he's also never looked forward to losing a race more.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris headcanons #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 headcanons #f1 imagine

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