#and in the car theyre all silent

[doliminuz]

Youre welcome it is my service o7

ABD YES worst family ever god. Jay got adopted for the second time, he has 4 dads now

i love when people write scenarios where rogue/administration jay interacts with his younger self . prentiss brings in skybound jay and is like hey we gotta relocate this kid and then agent w is like “what the fuck is that me . is that me when im twelve years old . why do i have an eyepatch . did i get jumped by a pack of rabid squirrels . i dont get paid enough for this”

[steelycunt]

i love the newbuild estate on the hill above my town they are trying so hard to convince us that its just a normal little collection of houses where real people live and there are no sinister schemes or cults being run out of it for which the perfect houses are all just a front but it isnt working. it isnt working even a little bit

[moonstruckme]

hi mae!! may i get a poly marauders x reader where reader just completely becomes quiet and stuff around negatively raised voices? like if two of the others (not necessarily reader) are arguing and suddenly theyre arguing in raised voices and reader has grown up in that kinda household so she js makes herself absolutely scarce in fear of one of them snapping at her or smth? sorry if this is very specific or if its not something ur comfortable with lol have a great day :)

Thank you for requesting <3

cw: implied trauma around shouting/aggression

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“You didn’t think to look for a sign?” 

“I didn’t see any sign.” 

“There was a sign less than ten feet away.” 

“Okay, I saw that one.” Sirius reaches up into your cupboard, shuffling things around until he gets to the sleeve of biscuits in the back. His attention is noticeably not on Remus. “I thought it was only for the spot it was posted in front of. They ought to make those things more clear.” 

“The rest of us always manage to interpret them fine.” There’s no bite you can find in Remus’ tone. He’s not standing stiffly, or crossing his arms. But deep in your chest, there’s a small coil of tension brought about by something in your boyfriend’s demeanor you can’t identify. It has you lingering at the edge of the room. You think Remus is more upset than he’s letting on. 

Sirius seems to sense this, too. “Oi, it’s nothing to get your knickers in a twist about. It’s being handled, isn’t it?” 

“It is being handled,” Remus says. He rubs his thumb into his temple. “I’m beginning to wonder how many times it’ll have to be handled before you learn how public parking works.” 

“I did think after three tickets we’d be done with it,” James jokes, oblivious to the rising tension. “Surely at some point the towing company must start giving us a discount.” 

Sirius pops a biscuit in his mouth. He folds his arms, speaking around it. “I’m taking care of it, alright? I’ll pay the ticket. I’ve already paid the towing company and gone to the lot to get the car back—which ate up a good chunk of my day, by the way, so I don’t really fancy coming home to be lectured about it.” 

“Sirius.” Remus sighs harshly, eyes closed as if this is all giving him a headache. “Do you really want me to feel bad for you about a mess you got yourself into?” 

“I just don’t see what’s left for you to be pissy about!” 

“Right, well, you’re not the one who’s going to have to go to court for it, are you? This is our fourth parking violation, and the car’s in my name. I’m going to have to use a sick day for it.” 

“Just let me go instead, then.” 

“That’s not how it works, Sirius.” 

You find yourself retreating from the room on silent feet, disappearing down the hall. 

“Would you stop saying my name like that? I can’t bloody well help what’s already happened. I’ve said I’m sorry, what else do you want me to do?”

“I’m not sure you have said that, actually.” 

“I’ve said I’ll go to court for you!” 

“Hold on,” James cuts in, “let’s just—” 

“Doesn’t sound quite like the same fucking thing, does it?” 

You shut the bedroom door with a soft click. It deadens the voices, though the sharp tones seem to pierce the wood. You push out a breath, forcing it around the tension in your chest. 

Everything is fine. Nothing truly bad is going to happen, not with these boys. You feel caught between pressing your ear to the door to hear every word and putting in your earbuds to drown it all out. 

It doesn’t take terribly long for the tones to soften into something safer. Not kind, exactly, but less jagged. James’ voice chimes in more often. You hear more sighs than scoffs. The feeling in your chest stays, primed. 

When Sirius comes to find you, you’re scrolling aimlessly on your laptop. 

“Hi,” he says, giving you a little smile as he slips in the door. 

You smile back. “Hi.” 

“It’s all clear out there, just so you know.” Sirius sits at the end of the bed, a gentleness in his features that makes you feel sheepish. “Safe to come back out if you want to.” 

“Are you okay?” you ask quietly. 

“We’re okay, baby.” 

“And you and Remus…” 

“He’s still a bit miffed with me,” he admits, “but we’re alright. I’m going to see if they’ll let me go to court for him since I was the one using the car.” 

You nod. The inside of your cheek finds its way between your molars. “I’m sorry you got a ticket,” you say. 

Sirius smiles, gray eyes soft with fondness. “Thanks, sweetness. It’s okay. It happens, you know?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Some could argue it might happen less if I was perhaps a bit more cautious.” 

Your lips quirk. “They could.” 

“But it’s all fine. Everything’s really alright, we’ve made up. Do you want to come have dinner?” 

“Oh.” You get up. “Yeah, sorry.” 

Sirius tsks. “What’re you sorry for?” 

“I didn’t mean to hide.” 

He hums, pulling you close to press his lips to the side of your head. “I don’t blame you,” he murmurs. 

James is stirring a pan of vegetables in the kitchen, his arm wound snug around Remus’ neck. They appear to be speaking quietly between kisses. When Sirius pulls out a chair for you at the table, James turns with a smile. 

“Hey, lovie.” His voice shines with affection. 

It’s not a scene you’ve always been used to after an argument. Smiles and a shared meal, all of you in the same room together without a sharp look exchanged. 

“Hi,” you say back, trying to smile in the same way. Your feet come up onto your seat, legs folding into a pretzel. 

Remus leans around James to see you better. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to drive you off.” 

“You didn’t drive me off,” you reply. You both know it’s a lie. Remus’ mouth slants sympathetically. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah,” you say, honestly. Sirius rubs your thigh like he’s going to make sure of it. “You?” 

Remus smiles softly. “I’m alright. Thanks, sweetheart.” 

“I think we should institute a new system.” The vegetables hiss as James pushes them around in the pan. “Whenever two of us are having a row, the other two get to vote on who’s right, and that’s the end of it.” 

“But,” you hesitate, “there’s four of us? What if it’s a split vote?” 

“Then that’ll be the least of our problems.” You can practically hear the eye roll Remus is holding back. “Taking sides would never work.” 

“Agreed,” says Sirius. “I vote that James doesn’t get to institute new systems.” 

“What?” James sulks. “You always take Remus’ side.” 

“Clearly not.” 

“Well, you always do when it’s against me!” 

“I’m going to leave again,” you joke, gratified when James instantly apologizes and Sirius puts his hands over your ears. 

“You heard her.” Remus smiles, dropping a light kiss to James’ hair. “No more bickering, you two. Honestly, I’ve no idea what possesses you. Can you believe them, dove?” 

“Nope,” you say, smiling. 

Sirius fixes you with a look. “I’m going to start bickering with you next if you’re not careful.” 

[gh0stsp1d3r]

could u do bestfriend!rafe with bunny girlygirl reader like theyre more than friends but havent put a name on it so theyre just soecial bestfriends for now

“ℬℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓈“ 𝒹ℴ𝓃𝓉 𝒹ℴ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉

When Rafe wasn’t at Tannyhill, some shitty party, or out golfing with his friends, he was probably with you. Although he was always with you, even doing all of that.

“Jesus, did you have to bring her along?” Topper mumbled to Rafe, having to hear your endless yapping about something neither boys really cared about. Kelce currently drove the gulf cart, zoning tour talking out.

Even after, when all the boys had gone and it was just you both in his truck, you sat with him happily at an ice cream shop. He sat across from you, slowly eating it and enjoying your company.

“You got some..” he motioned to the corner of your lips, you furrowed your eyebrows and attempted to wipe it off, you missing the spot. He leaned over the table, wiping it off with his finger.

His body moved as if time had slowed down, his hand trembling as he swiped it over your lip. Even the slightest contact making him freak the fuck out.

Jesus, he felt like a lovesick teenager. “Something was wrong, man the fuck up. This is your best friend.” Is what his thoughts told him.

Your eyes widened, your cheeks heating up and you looking away as he pulled his hand away, retreating back onto the other side.

“Thanks.” You murmured, giving him a small smile and the both of you wordlessly eating your ice cream again.

You stared outside, the grey clouds looking over. It started to rain, and you both silently and comfortably watched the raindrops fall.

“Thanks, em, I’ll see you later!” You told your friend, who also happened to work at the ice cream shop, waving bye to her as you shut the door.

Your hands were entwined with Rafe’s, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked out at the pouring rain.

“What’s wrong?” Rafe asked when he began to step forward, but felt you not budging.

“I can’t get in the rain, especially not in these heels or this dress.” You shook your head, a small pout on your face as you looked at him. He shrugged.

“It’s just a lil rain.”

“A little? It’s pouring!” You looked at him, with those sweet eyes he couldn’t resist.

Rage sighed, thinking for a moment.

He pulled his jacket off, and stepped behind you, holding it above your head.

You looked up, and behind you again, smiling at Rafe who tried to hold a smile back.

But you noticed the way the corners of his lips slightly tugged up.

You turned around, beginning to walk, Rafe following your every move and using his jacket as your umbrella all the way to the car, where the both of you ran and jumped in.

He started the car, you staring at him.

“Thank you, Rafey!” You suddenly spoke, and before he could even open his mouth you were leaning over and kissing him on his cheek. He was taken aback.

His movements stopped, a hue of pink on his face. As well as the pink lipstick you had on, which was now stained on him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He shrugged it off, looking away and out the window while beginning to drive out the parking lot.

He drove to your house, you thanking him again before jumping out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, rolling down the window.

“Yeah!” You called back, giving him a smile and turning back to the steps.

He watched you open the door and scurry inside before driving off. He shook his head to himself as he drove over to Barry’s.

He pounded on the door, making Barry annoyed as he opened the door.

“What? What?” He mumbled, opening it. Rafe pushed his way inside the trailer, sitting down and putting his cash down.

“Jesus, okay.” Barry spoke, rolling his eyes as he went over to where he kept his shit, grabbing a bag and handing it over to Rafe.

When Rafe snorted his line, Barry noticed something on his cheek. A faint kiss mark.

Barry snorted, Rafe furrowing his eyebrows.

“What?”

Barry scratched his own cheek, making rafe groan as he remembered. “Gotta…”

Rafe’s eyes widened, attempting to wipe it off.

“Got some girl you hiding, country club?” Barry asked him, teasing as he leaned back.

“No.. it’s my fuckin’ friend.”

“That y/n bitch?”

“Don’t… call her that.” Rafe paused his movements, looking at Barry.

“She got you on a leash, man.” Barry barked out a laugh again, putting his hands up in mock defense.

“She’s my friend.”

“Friends don’t kiss as far as I’m concerned.” Barry shrugged.

“On the cheek, not even on the lips.”

“Yeah, course. Friends my ass.” He mumbled the last part to himself.

“Whatever.” Rafe pushed himself off the couch.

“Aye, man, no offense. Everyones been saying that shit.”

“Who?” He snapped his head towards Barry.

“Everyone. Shit, if I was you? I’d been in those pants a longggg time ago. You a lucky man, country club.” Barry shrugged.

“Do not fucking speak about her like that.” Rafe told him again, banging on the walls of the trailer.

“Sorry, sorry.”

Rafe opened and slammed the door, Barry laughing to himself and shaking his head.

“Pussy.”

[banj0possum]

Yoooo, what are you waiting for it's gangussy time 😡😡 😡😡😡😡

(This is a joke please please please take care of yourself first for the love of whoever is up there don't overwork yourself 🙏 )

Utmost Loyalty

Yan!Gang x GN Reader

no warnings that i know of, theyre just really really stupid

🐉 The grocery you usually go to was closed early for the day, poor you had to walk the 2 miles to the nearest store in order to buy the stuff you needed for the week.

🐉 Living alone was hard work. You worked an exhausting 9 to 5 job that barely provided for your tiny apartment and pet (and your endless merch of your favorite franchise)

🐉 You were already tired from working today, and now you have to walk an extra 2 miles to get groceries you may or may not be able to afford because you never went to said grocery store before??

🐉 The grocery was in a pretty sketchy part of the city, with the smell of car exhaust and cigarettes lingering everywhere that you had to cover your nose to evade the scent.

🐉 You quickly went in the store and breathed in deeply, thankfully the store didn't smell so bad.

🐉 Besides than you, there were only 2 other people, the store owner and someone in a black suit eating some instant noodles.

🐉 You went to work trying to find all the stuff you need on your list. Coffee, fruits and veggies, snacks, and maybe some chocolate as a treat for yourself~

🐉 You pay for your things, unfortunately unable to afford the chocolates, and leave the store.

🐉 aaaaand now its raining...

🐉 You rush to the nearest cover, trying to cover the paper bag full of your groceries before hearing labored breathing from the alley you passed.

🐉 You stop and look back to see a man hunched over, his back to the wall as he winced at a wound he had on his torso that stained his white buttoned up shirt. He looked to have come from a fight..

🐉 You gasp, almost dropping your groceries. His golden eyes dart over to you and glare at your meek form.

🐉 "What're you lookin at?" he growls.

🐉 "You're..bleeding- You're bleeding!!" You start to panic.

🐉 "Yeah no shit I'm bleeding! What the fuck do you want?!"

🐉 You scramble away from the man in the alley frightened and freaked out. Out of instinct, you return to the store and ask where the first aid items are.

🐉 Kagiri sighed, trying his best to hold on while waiting for his gang to arrive and help him out. He just had to be strong. He can get through this. He can do it! He doesn't need anyone!

🐉 "Sorry! I'm back!"

🐉 goddamnit..

🐉 He grumbles at your presence but then realizes you have two bags and not one like you had recently. You put down your groceries and take a few stuff out of the other bag. Band-Aids..gauze..sanitizer..what's going on??

🐉 "What are you doing?" He asks in a threatening voice.

🐉 You don't say anything, you focus on trying to patch up his wounds, asking him a few things once in a while like "can you lift your arm please?" or "unbutton your shirt a bit.."

🐉 And he let you..for some reason...

🐉 He went from growling to staring silently at you while you worked on bandaging his wounds, like a feral dog being pet for the first time.

🐉 Now he managed to get a good look at you. You were quite cute, and it looked like you just got off work from the attire you were wearing. Your hands were so soft compared to his calloused ones, and your eyes..one look from you and even the toughest mafia boss will melt from how comforting they are..

🐉 And before he knows it, you've finished and were apologizing profusely to him for butting in on his situation, he was gonna say something else but you ran off.

🐉 You finally arrive back at your apartment, your pet cat rubbing against you as you lock your door. You smile and pick her up about to ramble about the hectic day you had until you realize..

🐉 You picked up your cat..

🐉 Your hands were free prior..

🐉 YOU LEFT YOUR GROCERIES!!

🐉 Silence fills the room before you let out a pitiful sob. Scolding yourself for forgetting your groceries with that mysterious guy, all that money and fresh food wasted! Your cat tries to lick your face to calm you down.

🐉 You pace around the room trying to figure out what to do now until a knock on your door is heard.

🐉 You open the door but there was no one there, but you see two men hastily and quite loudly scramble their way down the stairs giggling like middle schoolers. Did two grown men really ding dong ditch you??

🐉 You sigh and go to close the door, but your cat meows and trots outside and you look down to see her paw at a bag full of groceries..what?!

🐉 All your groceries were there, plus some extra cans of food, wrapped onigiri..your chocolates? and it wasn't in a dull paper bag anymore, it was in a black tote bag with a gold insignia of a sea serpent.

🐉 You didn't dare question it, considering the looks of the man who helped you and the part of town you were in, he was likely part of some gang and wanted to thank you.

🐉 But it didn't stop there...

🐉 You felt like you were being watched every time you were outside..no, it wasn't a feeling, THEY WERE LITERALLY RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN WATCHING YOU.

🐉 It didn't take a genius to spot them. You started noticing newcomers to the places you frequented. Like in a cafe that was fairly quiet and cozy, there were about 5 men dressed in blazers with some kind of flashy undershirt and gelled up hair at the very back of the establishment.

🐉 They didn't do a good job trying to hide the fact they were watching you with a newspaper.

🐉 It freaked you out, but you tried your best to ignore them.

🐉 But it was hard to do that when they started talking to you..

🐉 "Excuse me, you dropped your wallet.." you turn around and almost stumble over the tall intimidating man right behind you meekly handing you back your wallet.

🐉 You take it back with a shaky hand and waddle away trying not to look back.

🐉 If you did, you'd see the big burly man absolutely blushing and squealing as a few other men giddily walk up to him, showing a video of the encounter you just had from across the street.

🐉 There was also the time you caught them staring dreamily at you when they saw that you started using the tote bag with the serpect symbol as your office bag, it was a pretty nice bag and you didn't want it to just lie around your house..

🐉 And that one co-worker who's kind of a creep? Never messed with you again. You caught a glimpse of them shivering over the symbol on your bag.

🐉 Not to mention boxes of groceries that show up at your door all wrapped up in a red bow, they still haven't learned to be more silent when dropping those off..

🐉 After a bit you start to recognize some of them from their haircuts or the jewelry they always have on them. It made you more curious as to what their deal was.

🐉 So you decided to search up online with the insignia on the tote bag as your first clue.

🐉 You find out that its the symbol for a local gang that dealt with all kinds of stuff, robbery, misconduct, public damage..mostly public damage..

🐉 You manage to find a photo of all of them, you recognize the man in the center. It was the guy you saw in the alley way..

🐉 Connecting all the dots, you somehow got the protection of a gang because you patched up their wounded boss..great..

🐉 The next day you spot a few of the gang members again but instead of ignoring them, you give them a small wave before heading off the work. They were left stunned with a story to tell the others that'll make them squeal like little girls.

🐉 They started becoming less and less distant from you.

🐉 From watching you across the street to making small talk about the prices of fruits at the store.

🐉 One by one the gang gets a special moment with you, they were small mundane moments, but they treasured them like a core memory.

🐉 Word finally got to the boss that you've been very close with them lately, and he decides it's time to confront you.

🐉 As usual, a knock is heard at your door, and you see them clumsily run away, leaving a box of groceries behind..you should probably tell them you have a doorbell.

🐉 But it wasn't a box of groceries, it was full of heart shaped chocolates, sweet pink sweets and about 3 stuffed bears, topped up with a bouquet of flowers, as well as a note. You bring the box in and read small card.

🐉 Dear Mx. L/N, please go to this address tomorrow at 6pm. Don't be late. Please.

🐉 You can see words like 'We love you' and 'Have a nice evening' and 'we cant wait' messily scribbled out.

🐉 You arrive at the location at the designated time and look around.

🐉 The place they wrote in was a fancy looking restaurant that looked like the only thing you could afford was the water..

🐉 You're escorted to a table in a private room. You can hear the muffled noises of men giggling and talking before you enter and they all quiet down. It was quite intimidating to see them all in the same room, but the scariest part was seeing the boss; Kagiri, sitting in the center.

🐉 A little Siamese cat with big yellow eyes mewls at you and you pet it. It jumps up to you and purrs on your lap. Around his neck is a red collar with a gold nametag with the serpent symbol engraved on it, and on the back read 'Unagi'. You hear the men awe softly at the sight of the boss' cat getting along with their darling idol

🐉 Kagiri stands up and smiles at you warmly and by warmly I mean he looks terrifying

🐉 "It's nice to see you again. I never got to formally thank you for what you done to me." he lifts up his shirt a bit to reveal his healed wound which faded into a scar.

🐉 You nervously say you're welcome and shake his hand, you can't help but notice him shiver over your touch.

🐉 He invites you to sit down and eat and you spend the night having dinner and talking with the gang.

🐉 They try their best to impress you, sitting up straight, puffing out their chests, deepening their voices..

🐉 It almost seems like they were competing for your attention.

🐉 Once dinner was over, Kagiri speaks up "Now, about our meeting, we've been meaning to ask you something." he says gently.

🐉 The large man walks over to you and takes your hand and kneeling..what whats happening..

🐉 "Y/N L/N..will you be our new boss?" He asks passionately.

🐉 The gang cheers, pleading for you to say yes, it was like being confessed to by 7 grown men

🐉 "So? What will you say?" Kagiri asks, with eyes sparkling with hope and adoration.

🐉 The gang was kicked out of the establishment for making too loud and causing a disturbance..

🐉 Maybe you shouldn't have said yes..

its done guys, this is probably the most fun ive had writing a fic!! also there may be bonus content about the individual gang members if you guys are up for that ;3

[wintfleur]

hi!! starting off, I love ur works omg theyre so cute im crying. I wanted to request a lando x f!reader where its set up after the Vegas crash :( and shes like very anxious and jittery even after they confirmed he was okay, she doesn't wanna let go of him and hes comforting her even though he was the one that was hurt. Im so sorry if this was too long!!!! love ur writing <3

ꔫ darling, I’m okay I promise

°. — pairings ( lando norris x fem! reader )

°. — summary ( you hate to see lando hurt, and lando hates to see his girlfriend worry )

°. — details ( g; angst?, comfort, fluff? w; kissing, I think that’s all wc; 1.9k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( it wasn’t to long don’t worry about it! I love detailed requests! Also thank youu, I’m so happy you love my writings 🥹 so sorry for how long it took me to get it out! I loved writing this! Please don’t be a silent reader, I love to hear your thoughts! )

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You forgot how to breathe for a few moments when his crash was shown on the screen, you immediately felt a cold blanket of fear cover you as you brought your hand to cover your mouth, year eyes blurring with unshed tears. You've seen many crashes before so you could tell that this crash was bad, and your mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusions. You only looked away from the screen when you felt a soft hand on your shoulder, you blinked away your tears and looked at Max who was giving you a small smile, but you could see the worry in his eyes for his best friend. 

“Don't worry, you know lando he's going to be fine” Max nodded, moving to turn his body so you would be out of the sight of the camera that would definitely try to pan to you to see your reaction. ‘Lando Norris’s Girlfriends reaction to His Las Vegas gp crash’ Max could already see the headlines and all the tweets of your reaction all over the internet. You sniffle and do your best to give him a smile

“Yeah of course”  

You didn't believe your words or max’s. 

Max and Pietra didn't want to leave you alone, especially after the news of lando immediately being sent to the hospital came out, but you had reassured them that you were fine being alone in lando’s room in the garage, telling them to continue to watch the race. You couldn't watch any more of the race, feeling nauseous as you watched the cars continue and Lando's wrecked car being towed away, pieces of the car being cleaned up. The sweet couple had only left you alone when your phone rang, a call from lando’s mother. 

You had calmed down a little as you talked with Cisca, you loved Lando's mother so much, and even though she was also worried, she reassured you that her son would be fine. The two of you stayed on the phone for a while until she had to go, ending the call with a i love you and letting her know that you would keep her updated on any news you would get. And as soon as the call ended those fearful thoughts came back. 

You tried to busy yourself, cleaning up his room a little and hanging up Lando's clothes that he previously wore and didn't hang up, not wanting them to get wrinkly. But by the time you were done, there was still no news, so you sat on the small couch, your leg absentmindedly bouncing as you tried to focus on anything in the room other than your thoughts. You got bored staring at the wall, so you distracted yourself with a game lando had downloaded on your phone, claiming that he had no more room on his phone. 

You looked away from the bottom of the screen of your phone that was filled with the bright colors of the game and to the top when you heard the familiar ding of a text. It was from a number you didn't have saved, but you quickly pressed on the notification. It was a picture of Lando smiling at the hospital, the message under the picture letting her know that Lando was fine and would be coming back soon. You knew it was someone from McLaren who texted you, Lando must have given them your number since his phone was in his bag next to you. You quickly thanked them. 

You turned your phone off with a relieved sigh now that you knew that your boyfriend was okay, but that worry and fear still didn't go away, if anything you became more anxious. He didn't get hurt, this time. Every time he gets into that car there is a chance that he would get hurt, it makes you dizzy the longer you think of it. You remembered the talk you had with Cisca when you and lando first started dating, you had asked her how she copes with the fear of lando getting hurt or worse in the car. She had explained that the fear never leaves, you just become better at dealing with it. You had felt reassured and scared at the same time by her words. 

You quickly texted Cisca letting her know that lando is okay, sending her the picture as well. A small smile forming on your lips when she responds saying ‘he's so silly’. You really wished he was here already, you lean your head back against the couch, your fidgeting fingers folding on your lap so you could stop picking at the skin around your nails, a bad habit you thought you had gotten rid of. 

You tried to think of anything positive as you waited for your boyfriend to come back, hoping that the time would move faster. You thought of the vacation you, Lando and your friends would be going on after the season ends, you thought about how nice it's going to be waking up with him every day in your shared apartment. You missed the domestic life you had with Lando during the off season. He missed it too. 

Your eyes flustered opened, and your head snapped up at the sound of the door to the room opening. Your eyes immediately go to the door, and you are quick to your feet when you see your boyfriend open the door and quickly shut it behind him, his arms already open for you. You rush to his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing your eyes shut as you basically shoved your face in his neck. Lando smiles and wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding you tight, his eyes shutting as well as the both of you just basking in the feeling of being in each other's arms again. 

You held onto him tighter, but not too tight because you worried it might hurt him. Feeling his heartbeat against you and the image of his crash replaying through your head and remembering the fear you felt brought tears to your eyes. You nestled your face against his neck, the feeling of your nose brushing against his neck almost made him laugh, the smile on his lips turned to a frown when he heard you sniffle, holding in your tears. 

“Please don't cry darling, I’m okay” Lando whispered as he brought one of his hands under your shirt, his warm hand caressing the skin on your back. He could tell that you were doing your best to hold it in, you hated seeing him hurt, he knew that crash wasn't easy for you to watch, and he hated that he was the one making you so worried. Your voice comes out muffled against his neck as your refused to let him go “I was so scared Lando.” 

“I know baby, i know” Lando mumbled, bringing his other hand to the back of your nape to softly pull you back from his neck so he could see your face. You opened your eyes to look up into his and Lando felt his heart string get pulled when he saw the tears in your eyes, he hated seeing you cry. Lando moved his hand from your nape to cup your cheek, his thumb softly caressing your cheek “Darling, I’m okay I promise.” 

“You promise” you asked as your eyes searched for signs in his eyes and face that he wasn't okay. Lando didn't like not being the best he could be, and he didn't like worrying you. He wouldn't lie to you; he would just try to protect you from the truth. Lando smiles and leans down, softly kissing your lips between his words “I promise darling” he rested his forehead against yours as he reluctantly pulled away from your lips. 

You moved your hands from his shoulders and trailed them down to his arms where you softly gripped onto them and pulled him towards the couch, wanting him to rest as much as he could before the two of you could get back to the hotel. Lando sat on the couch, and you were quick to nestle yourself into his side, his arm around your shoulder and your arm around his stomach and your head on his chest. 

“Baby i'm not going to disappear if you let go” Lando chuckles once he feels you squeeze him again, as if you were checking that he truly was there. You frown at the thought and find yourself clinging to him tighter, one of your legs moving to drape over one of his knees, wanting to be as close to your boyfriend as you can “I don't want to take the chance.” 

“Don't worry darling, you're stuck with me” Lando smiled fondly as he thought of his future with you, he brushed your hair out of your face and placed a soft and long kiss on your forehead. You smiled and started to absentmindedly move your hand up and down lando’s side in a soothing motion that always calmed lando down “I like the sound of that.” 

“You know what I like the sound of?” Lando asked you as he moved his hand that wasn't on your shoulder to your thigh, gently squeezing it. You hummed and tilted your head up to look at him, waiting for his answer. Lando could hear the faint loudness of everything going on outside the room they were in, and he desperately wanted the two of you away from the loudness. He didn't want to admit it but he was also still a little shaken up from his crash, but he wanted to put on a brave face for you. He smiled down at you “Me, you, our hotel bed, and room service.” 

“The things I would do for some French fries” you playfully groaned as you shook your head, Lando's idea sounded amazing, the two of you snuggled up in bed watching a movie as you ate. Lando smirked and he rubbed your thigh as he whispered teasingly in your ear “Tell me more.” 

“Lando!” You exclaimed with a shy smile, hiding your face in his chest, feeling flustered from his seductive and teasing tone. Lando laughs loudly, throwing his head back against the couch, very much enjoying your bashfulness. You pout and sit up straight from leaning against him, watching as he laughs at your expense, your boyfriend always did love to tease you. 

You give him a deadpan look once he lifts his head up to give you a smile “I hate you so much.” 

“No, you don’t” Lando smiles cheekily and before you could respond, he brought his hand that was resting on your shoulder to the back of your nape, pulling you down for a much-desired kiss. You let out a hum of surprise at the quick movement, but you close your eyes and move your hand from his side to cup his cheek, tilting your head and deepening the kiss. 

You only pull away from the kiss for a moment to catch your breath, but Lando was eager to lock your lips back into a kiss, trailing his hand down from your nape to your back, pressing your body against his. You let Lando take control of the kiss, your mouth parting and his tongue slipping in. As much as you loved to kiss your boyfriend, you really didn't want to get caught making out with him in his room. So, you reluctantly pull away from the kiss, whispering breathlessly against his lips with a smile. 

“Yeah, your right, I don’t” 

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan @copper-boom @cixrosie @ophcelia )

[lowkeyrobin]

hawk x reader (theyre dating) and he asks about her scars? (theyre from sh) maybe it can be titled you drew stars around my scars? idk! if youre noit comfortable with this im so so sorry!

ooo sure yeah! ; and dw I'm cool w this kinda stuff, sometimes I just don't do it cause I can't think of a proper idea and stuff lol i can never make them super long or anything so i apologize ; but thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also I do only do gn / they/them readers so everyone feels included/ that's what I'm comfortable with just as an fyi

HAWK MOSKOWITZ ; you drew stars around my scars

summary ; after finding your scars, eli draws stars around your scars

warnings ; language, self harm / relapse

word count ; 522

masterlist

You stand beside Hawk in your Miyagi-Fang / Eagle-Do / whatever the fuck gi, hands behind your back as you listen to Mr. LaRusso and Johnny ramble on and on about the Sekai Taikai. You'd zoned out after a while, not being interested on going to Spain for some karate championship. You couldn't even get into the All Valley, whoever thought you were tough enough to take on the world was mentally deranged.

You already knew who was going, the core four, Miguel, Sam, Robby, and Tory, Hawk, and one lucky other candidate, probably Kenny or Devon, maybe Demetri. You didn't mind knowing you weren't going to go, but felt bad to not be there for Eli. You knew this meant a lot to him, at least, as karate always meant everything to him after he picked it up.

After the conversation ended, you head to the side with Eli as he wanted to spend some time with you while practicing. You were on defense while he worked on offense.

You work with a straight face, off in another world while your boyfriend threw moves at you that you half ass blocked. Eli notices something concerning, plus your half assed moves and your zoned out look, quickly stopping with a worried look.

God damn gi was so loose on your arms.

"Y/n? You okay?"

You quickly blink and nod, definitely not reassuring to him at all.

"Are you sure?"

"Yup"

As you sit down in the car with Eli, you stare out the window, waiting for him to take you home. You were quiet and distant, having barely spoken a word to your boyfriend.

You'd been growing distant for a while, the lack of sleep, the urge to hurt yourself again. It ate away at you like a parasite, a leech sucking away your energy and positivity.

As he sits down in the drivers seat, he looks at you, a soft, concerned look upon his face.

"Are you okay?"

You nod, pulling your sleeves down over your arms.

"Did you relapse?" He asks quickly but softly, worried about your health.

You stay silent, knowing you couldn't admit the truth but also couldn't lie to him.

"Y/n..." He softly rests his hand over your arm, pulling your sleeve up. You stay silent and limp, giving in to him. "How- Why?"

You shrug. "They're scars. They're old."

"How old?" He asks, wondering how long he'd gone without noticing.

"Months" You reply, leaning your head on your hand, elbow perched on the arm rest on the door.

He calmly grabs a red Sharpie from his console, opening it before grabbing your forearm carefully. He presses the marker to your skin, causing you to look over with a raised eyebrow.

"What're you doing, Eli?"

He smiles, continuing to draw little doodles around your scars.

"Drawing stars and shit, making it look all nice for my favorite person"

Your solemn expression morphs to a smile as you watch him draw little stars and hearts and flowers around your scars. Drawing wasn't his forte, but it was the thought that counted.

"I love you"

"Love you too, Moskowitz"

[guilty-pleasures21]

an idea just comes to me how about jason and reader are joyriding the batmobile when patrolling then one of them suggests a “detour”. Long story shortttttt you know how the batmobile always has a tracker and bruce finds out about them and what theyre doin, ends up bruce asked them to go back to batcave through comms and lecturing them or or or whatever suitable for them

Hmm, this turned out really short 😬. I hope it's okay, though! I did still work hard on it 😅.

The detour

Warnings: suggestive acts (male x female).

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     Jason keeps a loose grip on the wheel as the two of you sit in an isolated alleyway in the Batmobile. You’d been patrolling Gotham for about two hours now and had already managed to stop a robbery and a gang of drunken troublemakers, but that was all the excitement you’d had for the night: most of them time had been spent sitting in silence, keeping an eye out on the darkened alleyways that meandered off the main roads of the city. So, you finally decide to reach for the watch on Jason’s wrist and switch off his comms before leaning over to murmur in his ear. 

     “You know, we could take a little break,” you suggest softly, your mind running wild with ideas on all the things you could get up to with your deliciously hot boyfriend in private. “The city’s been pretty quiet and I don’t think anyone will miss us for a few minutes.” 

     Jason turns to face you and raises an eyebrow when he sees the naughty smile stretched across your features. “What were you thinking, baby? Pizza in the Batmobile?” 

     He watched quietly as you bit your lip and shook your head and his stomach flipped with excitement when you slid your fingers over his thigh, bringing them tantalisingly close to his centre. “I was thinking … we could go up to that scenic spot near North Point? The one the teenagers always like to go to?” 

     Jason’s lips curl at the ends and your entire body heats up as he drags his eyes over you, eagerly taking note of all the parts of you he so obviously plans on tasting. “Mmhmm. And what were you thinking about doing when we got there?” 

     He spread his legs a little wider, silently hinting to you exactly what he wanted you to do to him, but you just giggled softly and patted his thigh. 

     “That’s for me to know and you to find out, sweetheart,” you tell him before settling back into your seat. Jason shakes his head in disappointment, but the mischievous smile stays plastered across his face as he drives the two of you up to the cliffs overlooking the Gotham river. You double-check that both your comms units are turned off, then you wait patiently as your boyfriend parks the car in a secluded spot. 

     “Privacy at last,” Jason mutters, leaning over the console to cup your cheek in his hand. You let out another giddy little laugh and that dashing grin lights up his features again before he finally presses his lips to yours. You moan softly as his tongue brushes against your own, filling up your mouth with the delicious coffee and musk taste of him, and Jason snickers at the sound before trailing his fingers down your body. You suck in a breath as he gently traces the outline of your curves, setting your every nerve alight, but you wait until his hand lands on your waist before grabbing his shoulders and pushing him back in his seat. 

     “About time,” you agreed, climbing over the console to straddle his lap. Jason’s heart sped up as you shot him a devious smile and he slid his arms around to cup your ass as you began kissing him again. 

     You giggle softly into Jason’s mouth as you run your hands all over his chest and shoulders, admiring the deliciously hard planes of his muscled body, and he squeezes your ass when you slide your fingers into his hair. 

     “Mmm, f*ck,” he moaned, shivering lightly as you trailed your fingertips down the back of his neck. Shit, he loved it when you did that. You bend your fingers as if you’d heard his thoughts, using your nails now to tickle the tip of his spine, and Jason moved his hands to grab your thighs as his eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure. 

     You laugh at the uncharacteristically dazed look on your rough, vigilante boyfriend’s rugged features, then you roll your hips lightly against his as you bring your mouth to his neck and nip his skin playfully. 

     “Shit, you’re drivin’ me crazy, princess,” Jason chuckled softly, coaxing another sweet little moan out of you and a deeper roll of your hips against his. He let out a choked gasp at the feeling, then began reciprocating your movements, thrusting his hips up against yours as you continued biting and licking his neck. Shit, you were so hot! So sweet and so beautiful and f*ck, he’d never thought he’d ever be lucky enough to have his gorgeous best friend be just as secretly in love with him as he’d always been with you. F*ck. 

     “Jay,” you laugh softly, amused - and also delighted - by his eager thrusts and grunts. He always got riled up by you so easily and it warmed your heart to know just how much he adored you, just how beautiful he found you. 

     You sat back and held onto his shoulder as you began grinding your hips into his and Jason swore his brain physically shut down for a second at how f*cking sexy you looked, biting down on your cheeky little smile as you rocked your hips rhythmically against his. “You’re so … You’re so beautiful, baby.” 

     You laugh at his words, slurred with his rapidly growing arousal, then flick your hair over your shoulder and lean closer to him. “Thanks, Jay. And I’m all yours, can you believe that?” 

     Jason flashes you another stupefied smile and nods eagerly in agreement as he grabs at your waist and cheek. “All … All mine, sweetheart.” 

     You press your lips to his, obliging his silent request for another kiss, but you keep it short, pulling away quickly to lower yourself between his legs. 

     “What …” He frowned as you broke your kiss, pulling your soft curves and your dizzying warmth away from him. But then you tugged his zip and he lost his focus again when he saw you looking up at him with an irresistibly adorable little pout. 

     “Take it off, baby,” you whined, grabbing the waistband of his trousers and pulling at it commandingly. F*ck, he loved it when you called him that. Jason reached for his trousers, ready to rip them off along with his underwear. 

     “Jason? Y/N?” 

     “F*ck!” Jason exclaims when Bruce’s voice comes over the speakers. He pulls his trousers higher up his waist, snatching them out of your grasp, and you quickly scramble back into your seat, smoothing out your suit and hair.

     “I’d appreciate it if the two of you returned to the Batcave,” Bruce continues, his voice strained with obvious discomfort. “Immediately.” 

     You glance over at Jason, fighting against a guilty smile, but the moment your eyes meet his, the two of you burst into embarrassed laughter. 

     “Shh!” you hiss at him, patting his arm as you try to contain your laughter, but that only makes him laugh even harder. “Jason!” 

     “Way to be cockblocked by my own dad,” Jason chuckles, starting up the Batmobile again. You giggle giddily at his words and reach across the console to pay his knee. 

     “Do you think he’s going to be really mad?” you ask.

     “Do I think my dad is going to be mad enough at me to talk to me about sex?” Jason questions, his tone amused. “What do you think, babydoll?” 

     You let out another adorable laugh and Jason felt his cheeks start to hurt with how much he kept smiling. Soon, he pulled into the Batcave and you grabbed onto his arm as the two of you walked towards Bruce. 

     “What’s up, Bruce?” Jason asks, his demeanour nonchalant as he waits for him to turn around. Bruce sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as he leans over the Batcomputer. 

     “The Batmobile,” he begins finally, turning around to face the both of you but studiously avoiding your gazes, “is not a joyride vehicle. It is a piece of high-tech equipment meant for crime-fighting and emergency responses—not for... personal activities."

     “What do you think they did?” Tim asked Dick and Steph as they watched the two of you carefully from across the cave. 

     “No idea,” Stephanie replied, grinning widely as a number of possibilities ran through her mind. “But it must've been good if Bruce called them back for it.”

     “Maybe they took the Batmobile to get some fast food,” Dick suggested, stretching his arms out behind his head as he leaned back in his seat. “Classic rookie move.”

     Stephanie stifled a snort, earning a sharp look from Bruce that quickly silenced all of them. Then he turned back to Jason and X.

     “All right! We get it!” Jason surrendered before Bruce could begin speaking again. “No more detours. Are we done here?” Shit, it was bad enough that he’d had to make sure to tamp down his stiff arousal before he’d gotten out of the Batmobile, now he had to spend the rest of the night listening to the old man lecture him when he could have been spending it in bed with you? 

     You tug Jason’s sleeve, shooting him a frown to let him know that you didn’t approve of his rude tone, and he sighs before finally allowing a hint of shame to show through his demeanour. 

     “We won’t do it again. Promise,” Jason reiterates. Bruce rubs his temples as he considers Jason’s sincerity and you shoot him your most innocent smile to try to convince him further. 

     “All right,” Bruce finally relents, waving the two of you off. “But if this happens again-”

     “It won’t, Bruce! We promise!” you interrupt him quickly, knowing he’ll take your word more seriously than Jason’s. Bruce folds his arms across his chest and nods at the two of you in dismissal before turning back to his computer. 

     “So?” Dick asked when you were close enough to hear him. “What did the two of you do?”

     “Yeah, Bruce seemed extra grumpy,” Steph chimes in, her eyes sparkling with delighted curiosity. “Which is really saying something! It must have been good.” 

     Jason bites his lip as he slides an arm around your waist, and shrugs at the group nonchalantly. 

     “Come on!” Tim whined, desperate now to know what you’d done to fluster the Bruce Wayne so badly. 

     You lower your head, letting your hair fall in front of you face to hide your guilty smile, but unfortunately, Dick just manages to catch a glimpse of it. 

     “Were you making out?” he asks, his lips curling into a knowing smirk as he waits for your response. You shuffle in position shyly, then press yourself into Jason’s side as his grip on you tightens. 

     Damn, you were cute when you got all shy like that. He wanted to lean over and murmur in your ear some joke about you not being shy earlier in the car, just to see that adorable little blush flood your cute little cheeks, but that could be left to when you were finally alone together again. In his bed. Utterly and completely naked with nothing - and no one - to stop him from claiming you as his own. “Let’s just say I did not know the Batmobile’s seats could recline that far.” 

     A blanket of silence fell over the room as the others tried to understand Jason’s statement. Then finally, they all burst into a chorus of groans. 

     “Oh, gross, Jason!” Stephanie chided, clutching her stomach as she pretended to retch.      

     “Seriously?” Tim winced, gagging at the very thought. “In the Batmobile? I have to drive that thing!”

     Dick shook his head as he straightened in his seat, clearly trying hard to suppress an impressed laugh. “I can’t decide which one of you is the worse influence.” 

     “Excuse me?!” you scoff, exaggerating the offence you take at the statement. 

     “Well, Jason would have never done something like this before you guys started dating,” Dick pointed out, “but you would have never done something like this either.” 

     “Maybe they just both bring out the worst in each other,” Stephanie suggested, prompting another insulted gasp out of you. You step forward, your temper getting the best of you, but then an alternative idea for revenge strikes you. 

     “Jay,” you begin, spinning around to his front and wrapping your arms around his neck, “should we go back to your place? Where we can get a little more privacy?” 

     His breath caught in his throat at the feeling of your soft curves pressing up against him, but his arms came around you instinctively, squeezing you against him even more intimately. He lowered his mouth to your neck, catching onto what you were trying to do and flashed his siblings a mischievous smile. “Sure, baby. But what were you planning on doing with ‘a little more privacy’?” 

     “No!” Tim interrupted you quickly, shaking his head vigorously. “Don’t! Just … Just go home! Take it out of here. Go somewhere private.” 

     Your boyfriend chuckles at Tim’s vehement tone and begins guiding you over to his bike. “All right. See you guys whenever.” 

     “See you, Jay!” the other chorus in response.

[pagesupinflames]

what the shaw pack boys reactions would be like if the waiter took their plate away while they’re still eating

(because i miss them dearly)

david:

just … confused

the waiter comes by nd swoops it away mid bite and he just looks at them like

“what … what the fuck ????”

his side eye is stanky and he knows it

mouth is just silently agape and you’re trying so hard not to laugh because he doesn’t even look mad he just looks fucking concerned

like the face a cat makes when it’s professing something that it sniffed

that’s davey

he just sits there in silence staring you down like he’s tryna burn holes into your skin until the waiter comes back and you come clean that you set it all up

trust—he’s not saying anything to you. he just continues eating while still glaring daggers into your soul and growling nd grumbling something under his breath

you’re gonna get it later

milo:

seething. absolutely seething.

sets his fork down, takes one sip of his champagne, nd the waiter comes and snatches his plate up like a bird with its prey

he’s choking on his drink and making weird noises to symbolize his confusion becuase he doesn’t even know if he has any verbal words for what just happened

he turns around in his chair and tries to consolidate the waiter while still trying to keep his cool (by now you’re cracking the fuck up)

“aye— ‘s not funny, sweetheart. what the fuck just— ‘scuse me. i— i wasn’t done with that— what the shit ???? y’see what just happened ? i’m not goin’ crazy, am i?”

he’s trying to get the waiters attention but they just keep walking away until theyre out of his sight and he

is so pissed off

when you can’t hold in your laugher anymore and through your cackles you mumble out the meaning of the prank he looks at you and goes:

“really. really. y’know i don’t play about my food, sweetheart, i could bite your hand off right now if i could. you’re lucky that’s a felony ‘cause your arm would be halfway down my throat right ‘bout now.”

you apologize to him by letting him steal some bites of your plate which he takes with stubborn reluctance

asher:

desperate. that’s all i gotta say.

his hand shoots out before the waiter can even snatch it up and he’s mumbling out something like:

“oh— sorry, yeah, i wasn’t done with that. i wasn’t— hey—“

you’re trying to hide your phone from under the table but it’s so hard not to laugh because ash is literally playing tug of war with this fucking waiter for his chicken katsu

after a few minutes of him trying to reason with the waiter, the waiter eventually gets the high end of the stick and snatches the plate out of his hands, walking away while trying to keep their own giggles in

ash is frozen in place

sitting there

astonished

taken aback

trying to mentally process if the lighter in his car would be a good fire starter to burn the place down

he slowly turns to you and just starts whining about the whole situation, letting out some laughs himself (becuase seriously what else can he do)

“so …. so are they gonna give it back or ……….. ??oh— oh they’re walking away. they’re going back into the kitchen. oh my god. baabe. did you see that ????? the pack is never gonna believe me holy shit—“

when the waiter gives the plate back, he just starts bursting out laughing because he doesn’t realize that it’s a trend and he for real thinks that this is a once in a lifetime experience

you never tell him that it was a prank because you feel like it’s funnier if he thinks it was a real thing

[mooonpiess]

did a mini roadtrip today so here are some erasermic roadtrip hcs!

hizashi drives

shouta’s driving makes him (and everyone else) anxious 💀

hitoshi and hizashi share aux

eri once added songs and everyone in a car was suffering from skibbidi toilet remixes 😭

shouta ALWAYS has to pee and it gets on everyone’s nerves

“zashi…”

“no.”

(they were only on the road for 30 mins)

on hour 9 hizashi is doing that angry dad move

two hands on the wheel

dead silence

shouta rubbing his back

hitoshi and eri (who just finished arguing) r just sitting there 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️

eri gets lost wherever they go

she became a backpack leash kid

shouta is the one to hold it

hitoshi likes to pull on the leash and trip her

yall hes her teenager older brother lers be so fr, hes rodrick to her greg

shouta is that dad that keeps everyone awake with his loud ass snoring

all minus hizashi (the only time he’s grateful to be deaf 💀)

hitoshi is having the silent frustrated tears lol

their pictures always come out a lil blurry but theyre not complaining

after a few days and getting back home everyone is relieved but man… it was so worth it.

they r such a fun lil family :’)

[simpjaes]

u said hard hours so LET ME DELIVER ☝🏼

cant help but imagine jake being so DOWN BAD for his gf like its so cute but also hes so dam horny all the time ??? movie night w the friendgroup? jake has his fingers in u. sitting in a cramped car on his lap w everyone otw to a party? yea ur cockwarming that mf. u happen to wear the cutest skirt to ever exist in his eyes? ur not making it out the door i fear 💔

the man truly does not give a fuck like why is his dam sex drive so high LET HER RESTTT (but u love it ofc) and dont get me started on the friends theyre so scarred having to hear yalls moans everytime they enter ur shared apt FREE THEMMN 🙏🏼

high sex drive, super horny, very publicly fingering you ! jake?

Ok first and foremost, Jake's roomies are very much scarred but also very much used to the fact that he's constantly in you in some way or another.

Like, they do kinda worry more for you than their own eyes and ears? Then again, most of those moans they have to hear, as if it's a soundtrack to their early morning teeth-brushing or late night lonely cry, are yours.

You're not suffering. They know it. Jake knows it.

that's why, movie nights it's like, kind of expected that you're gonna be letting out sighs during parts of the movie that goes suddenly silent. The issue is, now they just don't know whether they should look or not?

Jay, in particular, struggles not to let his eye stray to that moving hand under the blanket. At this point, why even have a blanket? They all know Jake is knuckle deep, hitting all the right spots for you.

After that halloween party at Sunhoon's house? cramped up in the car with you in his lap because one of the other men got lucky and decided to bring a girl home too, the two of you still stole the show.

That girl, the one Jay brought home, ultimately asked to be let out of the car at a random gas station because it was a bit much for her to be witnessing such a thing. Not Jay though, he definitely noticed, watched, remembered, and kept the memory for the next time a girl ditches him.

It was clear your skirt was pulled up, i mean, it was sitting on your hips?! Jake was clearly thrusting up with every bump the car hit. Cock warming right there? arm to arm with his buddies? You fucking bet.

In all fairness, Jake has a high sex drive, it's not like any of his friends could fix that. If anything, they were thankful you kept him tamed. Kept him safe, even if it was between your legs in front of them.

Oh well.

[moonshynecybin]

#anyways him and vale prank war no survivors

vale and marc pranking the kids at the ranch post reconciliation!!!!!

literally the academy also such wonderful people to prank.... like celestino's beseeching pink-cheeked outraged expression, bez's love of homoerotic male razzing, mig's general jokester persona, pecco's pursed lips restrained smile. luca's smooth, elegant exterior masking an sly love of comedy. beautiful. now i do think that marc and vale are less likely to go after them unprovoked. the age gap is a little too pronounced (or in marc's case, the age gap is more uh. symbolic. experience gap? anyways i think he's more likely to turn a water gun on vale while hes napping on vacation and cackle obnoxiously as vale like. tugs him in and tackles him to the pool lounger chair and bites at his neck to make him squirm. like lame and horny and focused only as an act of ANNOYING affection. but whatever) HOWEVER, maybe the little guys are wrapped up in their OWN prank war and rosquez uh. covertly tip some of the scales. a frame-job.

SO its mig going after bez by putting glitter in his motorcross helmet, and bez/cele going after pecco by shaving half his mustache while he's sleeping, and luca retaliating in pecco's name (pecco is pretending he's above it even though he grimaces looking in the mirror) by changing all of the clocks at the ranch to be an hour earlier so that everyone but him and pecco are late to practice. and it keeps escalating until rosquez figure out what's happening (the clock one hard to miss to be fair) and they just make silent, evil eye-contact and immediately start executing covert, joint pranks that will never be traced back to them EVER. no one will ever believe you type stuff... just to playfully raise the level of paranoia at the ranch. for funsies. recreational gaslighting. hiding all of bez's socks they blame mig. plastic wrapping cele's car theyre like wow luca is not pulling any punches :/ remove all tires from bez's bikes (they feel bad about that one hes there for hours). changing all the contacts in luca's phone so they reroute to vale and him's mom. supergluing pecco's paddock pass to the ceiling of his motorhome. anyways it keeps getting more and more nuts and none of them figure out it was rosquez until vale does an impish supervillian style reveal super casually at dinner (marc giggling behind his wine glass eyes SPARKLING...) like a full six months later. and then when rosquez wakes up the next morning they find out that their mattress has been deposited into the pool with them still on it

[jinnie-ret]

skz with a 9th member who grew up in england so sometimes they use slang they dont understand or sometimes their british accent gets really strong when theyre tired or drunk and the boys think its funny.

it's a brit thing

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: swearing, alcohol mentions

word count: 1.2k

summary: the boys find it hard to understand their british member a lot of the time...

Hi! Sorry for such a late response to your ask! Loved writing this one! Love to my fellow British Stays. Also I love a Yorkshire accent, just putting that out there haha...

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MAIN MASTERLIST

aka five times the real brit in y/n appeared

1) tired

You were tired, so tired. After a long flight back from LA to Seoul, all you wanted to do was get back to the dorms and go to sleep. Just simply get out of the airport, get into the cars, and listen to some music before ultimately entering a calm, unconscious state.

Yet with the experience of the paparazzi and screaming fans awaiting you, your plans were ruined. They swarmed you, and even as you formed your usual chain amongst the rest of the members and your security it didn't stop the flash of the cameras blaring in your face and fans getting too handsy.

Other times it would overwhelm you but this time it was just annoying. You would say you were just agitated, but the boys thought you were grumpy.

"Oh no, she's grumpy," Seungmin teased from beside you as you squeezed into the back between him and Changbin.

"Fucking twats the lot of them," you grunted in English, digging through your backpack for your airpods as your northern British accent came out.

"That wasn't Korean but I'm not entirely sure that was English either..." Changbin said with wide eyes, only vaguely recognising the swear word and nothing else.

"Chan can you translate?" Jeongin asked curiously, watching as you entered a calmer state when you started playing music.

"Basically she's annoyed at the paps and fans," Chan laughed after translating what you said.

"T-twateu?" Jeongin tested out, and your music just happened to go silent before changing to the next song, meaning you heard what he said.

"You what?!?"

2) vlive

It was time for your bimonthly vlive, which Stays managed to guess when you'd go live, getting used to your system of interacting with them.

"There aren't really a lot of British idols out there, are there?" you chatted with the fans, face near the screen as your eyes squinted to read the comments, forgetting to wear your glasses.

"Haha! Yes Han is our honorary British member," you laughed as you read the comments, hand going over your mouth.

"Wait doesn't Jennie from Blackpink speak with a British accent?" you double checked you theory with the fans, letting out a successful cheer when they confirmed your thoughts.

"Yes!!! Up the Brits! There are too many Aussies I swear..."

"Teach us some British phrases? Okay hmmm, what can I teach my Stays?" you wondered, tapping your chin comically.

"You can say 'I'm gutted', which means you're really upset about something, like you're so sad you feel it in your gut. Or, 'I'm knackered', which means you're tired. Or you're 'pissed off', which means you're angry," you explained to the Stays, frowning when they started saying you sweared on vlive, the staff now staring at you awkwardly.

"Ani, ani, no, no," you pointed to the camera, fake scolding the fans, "I don't think it's swearing, right?"

3) drunk

You and the boys had been out drinking, celebrating the promotions for Case 143. And let's just say, you had a few too many, at least you weren't the only one.

"I'm fucking hammered mate," you slurred, stumbling into Minho who wrinkled his nose at your alcohol breath as all 8 of you walked home from the bar.

"Hammered?" Han asked curiously, his doe eyes somehow more apparent in his intoxicated state.

"Like tkk tkk?" Hyunjin tested, pretending to hammer a nail as he recognised the tool name.

"I'm trollied, I'm so out of it, mate," you giggled, facepalming yourself, well, you thought you did and then realised you accidentally smacked Felix in the face, collapsing on the ground in a fit of giggles.

"Y/Nnie, get uppppp," Felix groaned, rubbing his face drunkenly as he tried to pull you up.

"She's speaking nonsense," Jeongin said with wide eyes.

"Not until you can understand me," you poked Felix in the chest with each word.

"Yah, you're so touchy tonight, Y/N," Changbin laughed at your slow yet somehow affectionate movements as he and Chan lifted you up, you clinging onto their arms for balance.

"That makes me sound so noncey," it was your turn to wrinkle your nose.

"No one can understand you right now, and we are fluent in English," Chan laughed as he supported most of your weight and gestured to Felix next to him.

"I'm too wankered," you groan, now feeling the headache set in and just wanting to be in bed.

"Woah, what did she say?" Seungmin pulled a confused face, his features scrunching up.

"She's uncontrollable," Minho said bemusedly.

4) school memories

In a new episode of SKZ Code, they were all back to school, dressed in different school uniforms.

"Why is Y/N's uniform so different?" Han pointed out.

"It's cute, though," Hyunjin cooed.

"This is what we'd wear," you do a cute spin in your dark green checkered dress, white socks, dolly shoes and bows in your hair. Of course, you wore a green cardigan with it, representing the colour of the uniform designated by your primary school.

Then you went onto other school experiences, and the boys were interested to hear about how yours differed.

"And then, around Easter time, we'd sing a song like this. 'One mother hen sat on four little eggs'," you began singing, doing actions alongside that you remember being taught by your teachers.

"'Keeping them warm in her little egg nest, then one day she heard a crack!'" you widened your eyes as you mimicked the egg cracking with your hands, the boys giggled at this.

"'And a little voice said as the egg was hatched... I'm a spring chicken! I'm yellow and small...'" you sang the song, the mood becoming more joyful as the boys clapped in time for you and you stood doing the actions.

"'Chicken, I'm a chicken! And I'm having a ball!'" you excitedly finished, a big grin present on your face as you flapped your 'wings'.

"Wahh, that's too cute, surely?" Changbin thought it was adorable, copying the last line.

"Maybe Y/N should replace Bbokari!" Lee Know smirked.

"No!" Felix yelled out laughing, hand over his heart.

You carried on reflecting on your experiences.

"Or at our schools we'd be sorted into different coloured houses," you informed everyone.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter!" Seungmin cheered.

"Woah, so you went to Hogwarts?" Jeongin gasped, a playful look on his face.

"No, I was in yellow house," you I formed, folding your arms.

"Hufflepuff!" Chan pointed at you.

"Noooo," you shook your head, gosh, how did you deal with them on a daily basis?

5) accent

Y/N was on the phone, talking to her friends from back home.

"The British accent really is... woah," Felix whispered to Hyunjin who nodded.

"So pretty," he added on.

"It's kinda, sexy?" Han wiggled his eyebrows, trying to copy what you were saying.

Ah yes, the Y/N simp line, back at it again.

This was all caught on a SKZ talker, and British stays had a field day with it in the comments.

Why is it so funny that the boys think a broad Yorkshire accent is sexy

The boys think it sounds pretty? I'm flying to Seoul rn brb or maybe not

I just googled how to be Y/N

Y/N got bitches but no one here notices me and we literally sound the same lmao, tough times

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain

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idk if this fit ur blurb request but can i request a first bf steve with reader. they have a fight and reader thinks theyre over but steve and them talk through it bc he doesnt want to break up?

thank you for your request! I love this, miscommunication + idiots in love 💕

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You close your eyes as you lean you head on the cold tile of the shower. The warm spray of water falls on the nape of your neck and down your back much like the tears that cascade down your eyes. You squeeze them shut when your heart pangs with pain once more. Steve and you are over, the stupid fight you had earlier in the afternoon triggering the breakup. How funny is it that your first ever fight is also your last?

Stepping out of the shower, you go through the motions of getting dressed and ready for bed. Your eyes are tired from crying, but the tears don’t stop as you recall the end of your conversation earlier.

Can we just leave it? I’m done. Steve said, running a hand through his hair and motioning for you to get in his car.

He wasn’t there to pick you up today, leaving you stranded in the rain. He claimed you didn’t tell him you worked until 4pm instead of 5 today so he showed up an hour late for you but on time for him. You told him you’d mentioned it yesterday and the arguing had started then. Granted, you had an awful day at work, and from the tension on Steve’s shoulders he had a bad day too. Or as it seemed maybe he was already planning on breaking up with you, and the fight gave him his chance.

The drive back to your house was silent and tense, as you held your breath to avoid crying in front of him and all but ran to the front door as soon as he parked. You didn’t take off your rain soaked clothes for another hour, too heartbroken and busy crying your eyes out to mind. It was only when you started to shiver that you went upstairs and took a long hot shower. It didn’t soothe the ache on your chest one bit.

Hair towel-dry and brushed you leave the bathroom and head to the kitchen to have some water when the doorbell rings. There’s still a light drizzle outside, and you know you didn’t order any takeout so you’re more than confused about who could be ringing your doorbell. Leaving the glass of water on the kitchen counter and pretending you don’t look a puffy mess from crying, you cross the living room to the front door.

Steve stands on the other side, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a plastic bag with unknown contents inside. His hair has some droplets of rainwater clinging to the ends and so do his eyelashes. He wears a dark blue sweatshirt and jeans, and a face so pretty your heart aches at what you lost.

“Steve? What are you doing here?” You ask, eyebrows meeting in the middle as you furrow them in confusion.

“I wanted to talk to you, I don’t like how we left things earlier?” The hand that was in his pocket scratches his chin, his eyes wide and vulnerable as they look at you.

You twist your lips to keep yourself from crying. “You want to break up officially then? Ok, do it.” You wraps your arms around your chest, protecting yourself from what will come next.

“Break up?” Steve’s eyebrows raise towards his hairline comically, mouth falling open in shock at your words. “Babe, what the hell?”

“Don’t be mean, Steve.” You shake your head and press your lips together as a tear falls down your cheek like a small traitor. “You already said ‘I’m done’, I got it.”

Steve, wonderful and beautiful Steve takes a step closer to you, face a mixture of confusion and pain. “Baby, you think we broke up? Just from that fight?”

“What else am I supposed to think Stevie?” You whisper, looking away from his sweet brown eyes and swallowing hard the knot in your throat.

“Honey, I drove you home. I would’ve hugged you goodbye but you ran out of the car before I could.” Steve shakes his head. “I thought your were pissed at me, not that you thought we broke up. Can we talk?”

You blink a few times at him as your mind tries to catch up. Steve’s always been a gentleman, of course you’d think it was normal for him to drive you home even if he broke up with you; the rest, well, you didn’t stay in his car for him to say anything else did you. Nodding and stepping back from the door, you let Steve in and close the door behind you.

Now in the warm light of the living room, Steve has a clear look at your red-rimmed eyes and the way his face falls brings fresh tears to blur your vision. “Oh, baby.” Steve frowns and pulls you to his chest, hugging you flush against him as you let yourself cry. “I’m sorry, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“We were both so angry, when you said ‘I’m done’ I assumed—” You take a step back and look at him, his face pained from seeing you in pain.

Steve’s hands hold your face gently, the kiss he presses on your forehead is just as soft. “I meant I’m done fighting, not that I’m done with us. You’re the best thing in my life, you know that.”

Your boyfriend —you can’t believe you thought you’d have to say ex before it— leads both of you to the couch, where you sit down facing each other. Steve takes you hands in his as you lean your face on the headrest, embarrassed, happy but still hurt from the heartbreak you put yourself through hours before. “I’m sorry, we were both under a lot of stress, I forgot you said 4pm and I shouldn’t have let it start a fight between us.”

You shake your head, “I shouldn’t have gotten mad either, I was already annoyed from work and let it get the best of me. I’m sorry too, Stevie.”

“No, I’m sorry.” Steve shakes his head, “I know you like clarity, and I was very vague earlier. I should’ve said I wanted to stop fighting, instead of saying I’m done. I mean it baby, I wanted to end our fight not our relationship.”

You nod, “I shouldn’t have assumed, but I was scared to ask. I thought you found an excuse to dump me.”

“And be an idiot who lost the most perfect girl in the world?” Steve shakes his head and you give him a small smile. “It was our first fight, that’s all, it doesn’t mean my feelings for you changed.”

“I’ll call you to remind you next time my schedule changes.” You whisper, shifting closer to Steve, “I should’ve done that today.”

“And I’ll write it down, somewhere I won’t forget.” Steve’s hands find your hips and pull you closer until your legs are thrown over his and he’s looking down at you, an adoring look in his eyes. “I love you.”

You hold his cheek and smile, “I love you so much.”

Steve closes the gap between the two of you, his lips capturing yours in a soft but passionate kiss. His arms wrap around you as he leans closer, humming against your mouth when you run your fingers through his hair. He kisses you until you’re breathless and his lips place scattered pecks on your cheek, your chin and one more on your nose. It makes you laugh and the smile Steve gives you in return could power up all of Hawkins.

Rewinding to the memory of him standing in your doorway makes you pause. “What was in that bag you brought?”

Steve’s smile turns sheepish as he leans in to kiss you again, a sweet thing that gives you butterflies. “Well, I uh– thought you were pissed at me so I brought some snacks and a movie so you could forgive me.”

You smile widely at him, stomach flipping incessantly and heart beating loudly with affection. This man really does own your heart, no wonder thinking about losing him wrecked you. “You are the best thing in my life, you know? You don’t need snacks to get me to forgive you but they’re appreciated.”

Steve chuckles and wraps you up in his arms, face pressed to your neck. “Sorry I made you cry.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, soaking in his warmth and breathing in his familiar scent; feeling at ease, and safe. “We really need to communicate better though.”

Steve’s laugh is a beautiful sound next to your ear.

[otissbluebearshirt]

could you do a connor piece with these two prompts? theyre not from the same list so i hope thats okay 🩷

"I'm not gonna let you cum no matter how much you want it."

+

“So, what's going on between you and [name] recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden."

and its like the reader is a firefighter at 51 and close to kelly or casey / got closer to one of them and yeah :)

All Yours - [ Connor Rhodes ] 18+

Prompt: “So, what’s going on between you and [name] recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden.” + “I’m not gonna let you cum no matter how much you want it.”

Word Count: 2550 i couldn’t stop myself

Warnings: female!reader, strong language, jealousy, possessiveness, smut - [ vaginal fingering, oral - fem!receiving, edging, dirty talk… so much dirty talk, unprotected sex ]

A/N: i was so nervous to post this cause it feels so goddamn filthy but i did it anyway so hopefully y’all enjoy it and i didn’t go way off the rails lmao

Masterlist | Connor Masterlist

You knew something was wrong the minute you got into the car and Connor hadn’t immediately kissed your cheek then asked you how your shift was. You could tell simply by the way he stayed silent the whole ride home, his hands gripping the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles had turned white and you were surprised they hadn’t broken through his skin.

It was unlike him to not ask you a hundred questions revolving around your day at work, and even more unlike him not to kiss you, so if you hadn’t been suspicious enough, then his stiff posture and lack of eye contact with you would have been evidence enough. And when he didn’t place his hand on your thigh each time you stopped at a red light, you knew you were in trouble, only you had no idea why.

You didn’t know what was bothering him, what you could have done to make him this way, and in all honesty you were scared to ask which is why you stayed as quiet as he did during the ride home. But the second you stepped foot into your shared apartment, where you’d just about managed to find the courage to ask him what was wrong, Connor beat you to it and he wasn’t at all subtle in hiding his obvious annoyance over what he’d seen when he came to pick you up.

“So, what’s going on between you and Casey recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden.” Connor asked, his tone a little bitter as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the couch as you tilted your head a little, ignoring the anger that built inside him when you laughed softly.

“Me and Casey?” You shook your head, glancing briefly around the room before your eyes landed back on him. “Connor, I’ve told you this before, he’s my Lieutenant, that’s it. Nothing more” You added, scoffing a little at the insinuation he was so clearly making as you made your way to the bedroom, deciding you’d heard enough of what he had to say.

You’d had this conversation with him once before when he caught Casey hugging you in the hospital after a rough call and that hadn’t gone well so he could forgive you for not wanting to go down that road again.

“Oh really? Well it seems to me like he thinks differently… Especially if the way he looked at you when I picked you up said anything on the matter.” Connor said with a touch more anger as he followed you into the room, even the sight of the eighty-one shirt covering your torso enough to have his blood boil over the memory of how Casey had looked at you.

“How he looked at me?” You repeated, your tone matching his as you couldn’t believe he was making you go through this again. “Tell me Connor, how was he looking at me? Cause if it was anything less than with drool coming from his mouth then I don’t want to hear it.”

“He might as well have been drooling.” Connor scoffed, pulling his shirt over his head with such haste that he was surprised his head hadn’t come off with it. “The way he watched you… Practically fucking you with his eyes right in front of me.”

“For God sakes, Connor.” You muttered in frustration, pulling your own shirt off and tossing it in the hamper. All you wanted was a quiet morning after work, but it appeared as though your fiancée thought otherwise and little did you know… “How many times do I have to tell you? Casey does not want to fuck me. And even if he did…”

Unaware that Connor had been moving towards you, your words were cut off when you suddenly felt your chest hit hard against the wall, sending a tingle down your front which quickly made its way between your legs when you felt Connor push up against you, lifting your hands to pin them above your head, making you unable to see how he stared at you the very same way he’d accused Casey of.

“What? Would you let him fuck you?” He whispered, his voice so deep he was practically growling as he attached his lips to your neck, the pure heat coursing through your veins making you unable to reply.

You could feel his free hand snake around your waist, his fingertips trailing down your stomach before they delved beneath your trousers, ghosting over your already throbbing pussy and causing a soft moan to escape your lips as you leaned back against him, his hardened bulge pressing firmly against your ass.

“Would you let him pin you down in his office and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?” Connor whispered into your ear, his teeth digging gently into your lobe as he tugged on it, hearing the muttered swear words that left your lips in response. “Answer me baby… If he wanted to… Would you let your Lieutenant fuck you?”

“No.” You gasped softly at the coldness of his fingers as they pushed aside your panties, trailing themselves painfully slowly across your soaking slit as Connor made sure not to touch your clit as he wanted to hear you beg for it. “No I wouldn’t.”

“And why’s that?” Connor asked in intrigue as he always thought you had a little school girl crush on Casey before you met him. He pulled his hand from your panties and flipped you round, once again pinning your hands firmly above your head. The first thing he noticed about you was the lust that had blown wide in your pupils, your breathing heavy as you all but panted which only had him straining that much more against his pants.

“Because…” You breathed out, clenching your legs to try and feel some friction against the raving heat beneath them. “…you’re the only one I want to fuck me… The only one whose cock I want to feel inside me.”

“Hm, good answer.” Connor hummed in satisfaction, pressing his lips hard against you as you all but devoured each other. His hold on your hands faltered, allowing them to fall to your sides before you moved to unbuckled his belt, the only thing he allowed you to do before he took your hands in his, stilling your motions. “Not so fast… I think you deserve a little punishment beforehand, don’t you?”

“Punishment? For what?” You asked, almost finding yourself angry again as you thought you’d made it clear to him that you’d never dream of cheating on him with Casey. That was, until you saw the way he smirked, his eyes darkening as he imagined all the ways he could have you squirming beneath him and that’s when you knew you were done for.

“For being so goddamn hot that every guy who meets you wants to fuck you.” And with that, the words that had you smiling like crazy, Connor lifted you off your feet and threw you down onto the bed, towering over you as his hands roamed across your skin, feeling the hotness of it mix with that of his cold hands.

He gripped the cups of your bra, pulling it down to allow your breasts to spill over the edge, his mouth cupping one of them instantly whilst his hand went to the other, kneading it softly as he flicked and pinched at the hardened bud between his fingers, making you hum softly as your threaded your fingers through his hair.

You were already a soaking mess by the time he moved lower, his fingers hooking around the waistband of both your pants and your panties, which he pulled off you in one quick motion before he got to his knees, spreading you open to see the glistening sight that was your pussy.

“Look at you.” Connor teased, pacing soft kisses up your inner thigh, his stubble scratching you lightly as his arm slid across your stomach, holding you down to stop you from arching your back too high. “Absolutely dripping… And all for me.”

“Only you, baby.” You gasped, followed by a low moan as he slipped one finger inside you, which was enough for you to almost lose your train of thought. “Fuck… Only for you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Connor chuckled, in a way that told you that you were more than likely about to have to beg for your life. “Now be a good girl and moan for me while I fuck my fingers into your pretty little pussy.”

You did what you were told as he slid a second finger into you, knuckle deep before he pulled back, thrusting them into you once again and keeping a steady rhythm. The noises they made were not at all quiet as you knew how wet you were, how absolutely soaking you got when he took control like this, but then again, neither were you.

Your moans echoed off the walls, probably reaching the neighbours which you’d normally be embarrassed about but right now you didn’t care. You were simply in heaven as he continued to finger fuck you, curling them slightly to hit that sweet spot inside you. It had barely been a minute before you already found yourself clenching tightly around his fingers, about to come harder than you’d ever done before.

That was, until Connor pulled them out, making you whine at the loss of contact and look down at him, just in time to see him suck the glisten of you off his fingers.

“Oh, did you think I was gonna let you give in so quickly?” He asked, moaning softly at the taste of you on his fingers as he licked them once again. “Baby, I’m not gonna let you come no matter how much you want it.”

The second the words left his lips he’d attached them to your pussy, sucking gently on your clit before his tongue worked its way downwards. Eating you out like you were his first meal in days which had you whimpering as you all but levitated off the bed, gripping the sheets for dear life as you’d never felt anything quite like how his tongue felt inside you.

Five times Connor brought you to the edge of your climax, allowing you to see briefly over the edge before he pulled you away, his mouth leaving you as you let out a stifled sob. You couldn’t take another second let alone another minute of him denying you what you wanted. You were desperate. So fucking desperate for him to make you come that you could feel your eyes stinging with tears, your lower abdomen tightening more than ever before as it slowly reached the brink of being painful.

“Connor please.” Your breath hitched as you spoke, your body shaking from the edging he was so thoroughly enjoying. “Please… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore, please let me come.”

“You want to come baby?” Connor said softly, rubbing a slow circle against your swollen clit, making you whimper quietly to yourself as your hips bucked involuntarily. “You want me to make you come?”

“Yes… Yes, please make me come.” You begged, propping yourself up on your shaky elbows to look at him. “Please… I want you to make me come so fucking bad, baby. Want you to make me come so hard I scream your name.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” Connor said seriously, unbuttoning his pants as he readied himself to make good on his promise. “Tell me you’re mine and I’ll fuck you so good you’ll scream my name loud enough that the whole city hears it.”

“I’m yours.” You said instantly, biting down hard on your lip as he pushed down his pants, freeing his already leaking and thick cock from beneath them. “I’m all yours. My heart. My pussy… All of it belongs to you.”

“Good girl.” Connor cooed, tracing his tip down your slick folds, pushing it in just a little as he smeared your arousal down the length of it. “Now get on your hands and knees.”

You moved quicker than before, barely settling yourself down on your knees before you felt him come up behind you, his erection brushing against your inner thigh as he settled himself nicely behind you, the bed the perfect height to allow him to stand which you knew meant he wasn’t going to be gentle at all. And right now, right now you wanted it rough.

“Give it to me, baby… Let me feel that thick cock in my tight little pussy.” You murmured, knowing that you talking dirty always riled him up, which it did as the second the words left your lips he’d pushed into, bottoming out in one quick motion and he was anything but slow as he began to pound mercilessly into you.

Your back arched, your chin pushed deep into the mattress as you bit down onto it, stifling your cries as your body trembled in pure pleasure, the slight pain of Connor’s roughness and lack of allowing you to adjust to his size only adding to the heat that pumped through your veins.

“Fuck… Yes baby, give it to me. Fucking give it to me. Yes.” You cried out, pushing your ass out further before you felt a sharp sting across it, Connor having slapped it before digging his fingers deep into the flesh of it, sure to leave bruises come the next morning.

“Taking it so good, baby.” Connor groaned, his hips moving furiously as he continued to slam into you, the sound of how wet your pussy was like music to his ears, as were your moans which he’d never heard quite as pleasure driven before. He could feel you clamping down around him, about to burst any second now as he gave you exactly what you wanted. “That’s it, sweetheart, come for me.”

As though on command, you clamped down fully, pure ecstasy flowing fast throughout your veins as you came harder than ever before, making good on your word of screaming his name as you couldn’t help but allow it to cross your lips. You couldn’t begin to describe this moment, your head was fuzzy, your eyes were clouded over in white as you felt your very spirit leave your body, and for a second you thought you’d ascended into heaven, that was until your name slipping from Connor’s lips as he came inside you pulled you back to reality.

“Fuck, Connor…” You exhaled, no air left in your burning lungs as he’d fucked it all out of you. “I think… I think… God, I don’t even know what to think.” Your body fell flat against the bed, your thighs sticking together from a mixture of yourself and Connor, whose release was slowly dripping out of you.

Connor chuckled, flipping your now limp body over so you lay on your back, making it easy for him to see your flushed face as he towered over you, gently brushing his thumb across your lips before he spoke.

“You know what I think… I think… You did so well in letting everyone in Chicago know that you're mine… And mine only.”

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Omo fic idea: Someone who has the occasional accident being super embarassed about it and thus denying ever needing to pee bc people will be all embarassing and ask if theyre gonna make it etc and then wetting even more.... Someone says they have to wear a pullup for a roadtrip and they insist they can keep dry....except its gonna be checked before batjroom breaks. And when theyre about to stop, the person leaks. So they deny they need to go to stop anyone seeing their little wet spot....and then ofc theyre all back in the car, getting ever more squirmy....

It was only like one time (and also several other times) he peed his pants, he could totally hold it. Danny repeated this to himself as he finished arranging his bag in the trunk of the car. The trip was supposed to be a fun outing with the friend group, himself, his best friend Erika and their friends Layla and Axel. That morning his friends had cornered him as he brought his bags down to the car and told him this was gonna be a really long trip and it would just be better if he wore a pull-up for the drive.

At the look of betrayal on Danny’s face, Erika stepped in front of the group and said “it’s just, you get so embarrassed about needing to pee and then you don’t ask to go until it’s too late and we don’t want you to feel bad for having an accident.” At that he sputtered “I absolutely do not wait to long and I don’t get embarrassed asking for bathroom breaks!” The bright flush on his cheeks said otherwise but the group chose to stay silent. Erika brought Danny to the bathroom, where a pull-up was sitting on top of the toilet. Seeing his apprehension Erika said “c’mon, just put it on and if you prove us wrong and make it to the toilet then you were right and we won’t make you wear one on the way back”. He grumbled about not needing it to begin with but entered the bathroom and closed the door. When he exited he was not expecting Erika to be waiting outside, nor did he expect her to pull at his waistband and reveal the top of his pullup. He blushed hard, mortified he had been exposed, but one she had ensured the pullup was on she grabbed his hand and bolted down to the car, crowing about how exciting the trip would be.

It dawned on him as they merged onto the highway that he hadn’t actually peed when he went to the bathroom to put the pull-up on. 20 minutes later and he was trying to keep his squirming to a minimum but Axel happened to look over right as he was crossing his legs, thighs clenching in desperation and now also embarrassment, and then the teasing began. Axel was not quiet about what they had seen, loudly saying “aww Danny did it again he totally has to pee but he’s too embarrassed to ask!” At that, Layla joined in, asking if he was gonna make it, then Erika giggled and said since he was never gonna fess up and say if he had to go she was just gonna have to check his pull-up every time he had a bathroom break. Danny’s cheeks were on fire, and even worse, he was absolutely desperate to pee.

The teasing continued for another minute as he fanned his legs, all while insisting he didn’t need to use the bathroom and it was dumb that they thought he did. Layla noticed a rest stop sign and asked if they could pull over since “some of us can ask to go pee when they need to”, but the off ramp to the rest stop was not well maintained and the bumps and jostling from potholes in the road caused Danny to gasp, hand shoving into his crotch. Fuck he had leaked and they were so close and they were gonna check his pull-up if he went to the bathroom! But if he waited a little the leak would get totally absorbed into the pull-up and they wouldn’t be able to see it. Yes. He just had to wait. He could do it.

They pulled in to a parking spot near the washrooms, and Erika turned, facing Danny asking directly “do you have to go pee?” Looking like a deer in the headlights, hand still shoved into his crotch he shook his head no. “Hmm ok, come with me to the bathrooms anyway?” At that she turned and opened her door, stepping out of the car. Layla and Axel gave one last look to Danny before giggling and getting out, making their way to the doors to the food court across the parking lot.

Erika opened Danny’s door, unbuckling him and pulling him out of the car, smiling energetically. He couldn’t even stand straight from how badly he had to pee, squirming constantly and refusing to make eye contact. “Aww are you sure you’re gonna make it? I can see how much you have to go and the bathrooms are all the way over there!” She said, motioning to the bathrooms only 20 feet away. “Are you gonna be able to keep your pullup dry? Or did you maybe already leak?”

Shit how did she know?! He was too busy being shocked at how Erika had known about his leak he didn’t notice his bladder spasming, stretched and weak from holding for so long. “Come on, you said you weren’t gonna need the pull-up” Erika said, starting towards the bathroom. Danny struggled to follow, now feeling the bladder spasms, the urgency catching up to him as he shuffled as fast as he could. The bathrooms were unisex single toilets, and he was too focused on not peeing himself to hear Erika follow him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. He was almost at the toilet when his aching bladder finally gave up. He started gushing inches from the toilet. Tears welled in his eyes as he felt pee flood the pull-up he swore he wouldn’t need. Just then he felt Erika turn him around, pull his pants down and push him down so he was sitting on the toilet. The feeling of releasing on a toilet was euphoric and for a second Danny relaxed completely as his bladder emptied.

Coming back to himself he realized he had just had an accident in a pull-up in front of his best friend after she had to sit him on the toilet so he didn’t pee his pants. He sat there in mortified silence staring up at her, pee still dripping out of his pull-up dripping loudly in the echoey bathroom. While he was paralyzed with embarrassment, Erika seemed unbothered and giggled before offering to bring him a change.

She skipped back to the car, laughing with Layla and Axel, telling them they already know what happened and they’re gonna have to wait a little bit for Danny to clean up. They joked that it was risky expecting only a pull-up to keep the car dry. Erika smiled fondly, retrieving a large fluffy diaper from the trunk. She didn’t expect Danny to make it to the toilet again before the end of the trip.