#and permission to pee in the pool

[poppy-metal]

TASHI MAKING YOU HOLD IT IMMGKKGKRK

just very tashi coded making you hold it - she'd act like a pissed off mom and you're a meddling child who wont stop needling her. even though she'd been making you nurse water bottle after bottle, whenever you ask to go she just looks at you, "you can, if you want." said in a way that makes it clear its not what she wants. and so you automatically cant go. not without her permission, not unless its okay. not unless it pleases her. so you wait, and cross your legs and keep crossing them the fuller and fuller your bladder feels. pressing against your pelvis like it might burst through.

she makes you hold it to the point of frustrated tears pricking your eyes, thighs trembling with the effort to hold your pelvic walls shut - keep a damn from breaking and flooding. when you feel a faint trickle of it leak from your cunt you whimper, and tashi's lips would quirk. she'd stand up, say "come." with her hand held out and you'd take it. "don't piss on my floor." clipped and decided.

it takes a herculean effort not to go the second you stand up. you can feel the slosh of all that pee inside you, but you grit your teeth. tough it out for her.

she brings you to the bathroom where she has you step into the tub. your hands go to your shorts to tug them down, anything to relieve the pressure.

"dont," her hand at your elbows to stop you. "you need to go, dont you?"

you nod, shaky. trembling you need to so bad, actually.

she nods. "then go."

its not easy despite the permission. humiliation builds at being watched so closely. analyzed. but you want to please her and you know this will, somehow. tashi likes when you lend this kind of control to her. the control to decide whats best. when you eat, what you eat, what you wear, what events you go to, and now, when and how you get to relieve yourself.

it starts as a trickle at first. warm nd wet. and then its flooding your panties, soaking through the denim of your shorts - you cant look but tashi is, her eyes downcast, looking at where you're soiling yourself at her command. tears slip down your cheeks in embarrassment but more so in relief. it feels good, the emptier your bladder gets. a warm pool of it swells like a puddle by your feet in the tub and you're so oddly touched by that fact, that she'd have you do it somewhere easy and quick to wash off.

when you're finished she smiles her pleased little smile. "you're beautiful. did that feel good?" she lets you drag your sodden clothes off, offers you a hamper to throw them in as you nod again. "good. lets get you washed, okay? we can watch a movie."

she'll wash your hair for you, her nails scratching your scalp soothingly. she'll wrap you in a fuzzy towel and help you step into a fresh pair of panties, sleep shorts and soft cotton sleep shirt. she'll rub lotion into your legs and then hers and you'll lay down together and she'll let you pick a movie, any movie, even if its one she doesn't particularly like. she'll kiss your head and watch it anyway.

[mommieswithmuscles]

Sub!Abby x Dom!Reader

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

No minors and No men

Idea from: @tojisboy my bae <3

CW: Intersex!Abby, breeding kink, blow job for foreplay, trying for a baby, pregnancy at the end, Abby likes being used and is actively consenting to all the sex and creampies (consent will be written, but I don't want anything misconstrued as noncon/dubcon), mama kink, yes Abby has a vag but this is about her beautiful ladydick

Title: Baby Mama

"That thing we talked about," you start, sauntering towards Abby on the bed. "Are you sure you're ready for that responsibility?"

"If I wasn't I wouldn't have entertained it. A baby with you would bring my life full circle. Fuck, we could have more kids in the future if you wanted them." Abby's large hands guide you on top of her. "Should we start tonight mama?" Her voice is husky.

"I don't know. Do you deserve it?" You tilt her head up, tugging her into a searing kiss. "Hm?"

"I deserve everything you give me, and nothing more." Abby whines when you settle on her bulge, princess wand stirring in her light wash jeans.

"Such a good girl." You palm her over the denim, fingertips brushing over and ignoring the wet patch forming between her thighs, favoring the wet patch forming at the front. Her hips buck down on the bed to avoid you berating her for trying to take more without permission.

"Good girl for my mama," Abby breathes out, head falling back on the pillows before she hikes up her shirt and unbuttons the jeans. You see those as your signal for consent and let her guide your hands to her clothes before helping her take them off.

You admire her body. Lightly puffy stomach because she's been cutting gym hours in favor of helping you choose decorations for a nursery, online cart full of baby stuff. The clit itself is large and heavy in your hand, eight inches and your hand hardly wraps around it. It pulses as you gently roll the foreskin back and collect the fresh dew from the slit.

You take in the clean scent mixed with the musk from the natural dew, and pick the tiny piece of toilet paper residue from the underside. It always makes your heart flutter knowing she wipes after peeing. The way Abby takes care of her body because she wants to, and in doing so alleviates a lot of the risk of a UTI makes you melt.

"Something wrong?" Abby asks from under you.

"No baby, you're perfect is all." The blush on her face makes you coo and kiss the freckled skin tainted rose. You run one finger down the underside vein to watch it bob and shake with her shuddered breath and tensed stomach. "And oh so sensitive for me."

"All for you mama," she agrees. You cup the round and firm sack in your hand, massaging her essence into them where they settled against one of her openings.

There isn't much hair to worry about tangling. She keeps the blonde hairs trimmed and clean. Enough you can find sensory satisfaction in the pleasantly wire fuzz, but still short enough you're not worried about it bunching up or getting stuck between your teeth when you go down on her.

"You have a pretty princess wand, my darling." You kitten lick the tip, giving a light suck when some of her wetness sticks to your lips. Abby's hands card into your hair as she hums, hips locked to the bed so she doesn't get into trouble with you. "Such a good girl for me." You nuzzle her happy trail, pressing a kiss to her pelvis before taking her head back into your mouth.

You bob and slurp her down, Abby's hands clenching and pleasurably tugging on your hair as her cock slowly feeds further down your throat. You happily swallow around her as her tangy fluid pools more and more into your mouth.

You pull off with a *pop*, lips shiny as you climb up her body for a kiss. Abby uses this to flip you on your back, her spongy tip bumping into your clit. You guide her in.

Abby grunts and hums as she slowly bottoms out, her breathing coming out in shallow puffs as her clit throbs vigorously inside you. You moan into her shoulder at the sensation.

Your nails rake down her back as her thrusting begins. Abby's hips meet yours with a resounding *thwop thwop thwop*, your own wetness cascading down your ass crack and making a slick and sticky pool in the sheets.

"That's it mama, right there!" Your legs wrap around her hips, heels bouncing off her booty cheeks with her rhythm.

Sweat drips down Abby's brow and onto your lips, your tongue darting to taste the bittersweet fluid as she starts to grunt deeper in her belly into your chest.

"Good girl Abby, such a good girl! My good girl," you whimper out, walls clenching and fluttering around her pulsing and throbbing clit. "Gunna- Gunna fill me up! Gunna fill my pussy!"

"Mh-hm!" Abby takes a shuttered breath, voice cracking as she tries to answer you.

"My own personal breeder. Fill this pussy Abby, fill me up. Make me cum!" Abby can't hold it and bottoms into you fully as rope after rope of hot slick fills your walls and brings you to cum. Your own wetness slides down her sack and onto the bed where her hips are now pressed to rest.

You scratch Abby's scalp as her princess wand starts to soften inside you, heavy meat keeping you full as she takes deep breaths into your skin to calm her racing heart.

-

After almost two months of nearly everyday milking, you think it's time to take a pregnancy test. You've been having a multitude of flu like symptoms as well as an irregular period, and it only meant one of two things. Pregnancy, or illness.

You watch your phone as the pink stick takes its time calculating your pregnancy status. After the required five minutes you call Abby into the bathroom with you. She holds you from behind as you peer down at the stick.

"What does it say?" Her hands protectively hold your tummy.

"We're having a baby!" You jump in Abby's arms as she moves to pick you up, twirling you around and laughing with you before your lips lock to her's.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story! I'll be writing some brand new shit soon! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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SIX.

The first thing that wakes you up is the urge to pee. 

The second thing that wipes all the sleep out of your body and throws you into fight or flight is the urge to shift.

You become a fighting, hyperactive mess as you immediately scramble off of Aizawa’s hard chest and slumbering body.

The morning sun pools through his dorm, coating his handsome face in a sheen of golden light. He looks so peaceful. So serene. His lashes are long like a doll’s, giving his face an even prettier look. 

But you can’t focus too much on any of that when you begin to itch, and not in the annoying way where you can scratch it, and it’s gone. This itch coats your entire body almost like a rash but internally.

Your skin begins to prick and soon, you know you’ll begin to feel that horrible burning sensation that you only feel when you’ve been in your cat form for too long. What comes next once you shift is complete and utter exhaustion and body aches that have you down for about a day to recover. 

You look down at Aizawa in horror, realizing you’re soon to shift right in front of him in his dorm. This is bad. This is really, really bad. ‘Fuck!’ you think, panicked. ‘I’ve gotta get out of here!’

Thinking quick, you jump down from the couch and look around the quiet, sun-lit dorm room. The door is still locked but maybe you can find some luck with the windows. However, as you prepare to jump back onto the couch to jump into the windows, a soft groan stops you. You freeze, your feline eyes wide and your tail frazzled from being startled. 

‘Oh, no,’ you lament in your head, realizing the giant has awakened from his slumber. 

Aizawa is truly a sight when he wakes up in the morning–loose, long strands of his black hair fall from his low bun, hanging in his face, and eyes that lazily stare down at you, still hazy with sleep; his loose tank is looser on one side, giving you a peek of a hard, pink nipple you find yourself wanting to suckle and nibble on.

“Good morning,” he murmurs in the hottest voice you’ve ever heard. It’s thick with sleepiness and slightly deeper than normal. If you were in your human form, you know your panties would be a damn puddle by now. 

‘Get it together!’ You tell yourself, forcing yourself to spring into action. You don’t know if this will work, but you have to try something unless you want to humiliate yourself by shifting in front of Aizawa.

Quickly, you jump onto the couch arm and then leap onto the window ledge decorated in potted plants and one of Eri’s clay creations that kind of looks like All Might. You scurry to the window where two morning doves are sitting outside, looking at you through the glass. 

You turn to Aizawa expectantly and begin to paw at the window, keening as you do. “What’s up?” he asks, confused. “You wanna play with the birds?” 

As a yes, you begin to frantically paw at the window with both paws now, staring outside where the UA campus stretches before you. ‘So close!’ 

“Alright, alright,” Aizawa huffs, defeated. You nearly sob with joy and relief as he gets up from the couch, grumbling as he does so.

And it’s a good thing he does because you can feel that burning sensation begin to take over your body and the self-control you once had quickly leave you. When you get out of here, you know you’ll have to make a break for it. So when Aizawa comes around towards you to open the window, you sit back onto your hind legs, prepared for action. 

Aizawa leans in, hitting you with his relaxing scent, and pops open the window, screen, and all. The doves fly away as soon as they are disturbed and you watch them, eyes wide and transfixed. Despite your situation, you can’t help your cat-like tendencies.

The cool spring air and morning sun hit you, sending your mind into a frenzy. “There, happy now?” Aizawa murmurs, raising an eyebrow at you. 

‘Ecstatic,’ you think before you quickly prepare to jump from the ledge. 

“Whoa, what are you doing?” Aizawa demands, immediately wrapping both hands around you to stop you. “What, you crazy?” 

As quickly as he handles you, he pulls his hands away when you scratch at his wrist, your claws bared and sharp to the touch. He grunts as your claws cut through his skin, drawing blood. “Shit!” he hisses, assessing the damage done. 

You don't give yourself enough time to feel bad or even make sure he’s okay. With your mind and body in the state that they are currently in, you let your flight response kick in and launch your body straight out the window.

One second, you are flying, soaring, your whiskers glinting in the morning sun and your entire body stretched out to prepare for landing. And in the next, you are landing perfectly on the clean, cut grass of UA campus, the dewy blades wetting your paw pads. 

“Fuck!” you hear Aizawa yell from up above. You look up, seeing his head hanging out of the window,  his face etched in panic. It would be hilarious if you didn’t feel your body begin to shut down on you. Quickly, you begin to bolt from Aizawa’s view, running as fast as you can behind the building to the dumpsters. 

Once you’re sure Aizawa isn’t coming after you and that you’re finally alone, you let out a pant of relief. ‘Finally,’ you think, just as the hold on your cat form weakens and you can no longer hold your feline form. 

Your transformation comes naturally and you let it come, feeling too exhausted and winded to hold back. Your fur soaks into your skin while your paws morph into hands and feet, fingers and toes. Your whiskers vanish and your eyes flick from their gold irises to normal brown pupils. All that you’re left with of your cat form are your ears and tail, which droops in utter exhaustion. 

Though you’re happy to find yourself still in your PJs from last night, your hand is still wrapped in the bandage Koa gave you and you’re afforded some wicked body aches and fatigue. You need sleep, now. 

Almost disoriented, you do as you do best and begin to make your way to your side of the dorm building, holding onto the brick wall for balance. Your legs feel like stiff boards and move awkwardly, leaving you to internally tell them to move one step at a time. 

You’re a fucking mess. But maybe this is what you deserve after last night. You never ever should’ve gotten overconfident and left your dorm for that walk. Then none of this would’ve happened. How can you ever look into Aizawa’s eyes again after last night? And then Eri…

Your heart plummets at the thought of her. You have taken a pet away from a child makes you feel even more like the biggest asshole on the planet. 

When you finally get to your side of the building, your exhaustion serves as the fire that lights your ass up and pushes you to climb up the cherry blossom tree outside your window, groaning at the ache in your limbs with every movement.

But you don’t stop, not until you’re finally inching across the tree’s thick branch and stretching your leg out to hook your leg through the window. Once that happens, you place a secure hand on the outside of the window and do the same with your other leg until both feet are inside the window. 

You then release the branch and slip through the window, causing you to tumble through the window and fall flat onto your back. “Fuck,” you groan in pain, staring up at what you believe is your dorm ceiling. You nearly sob in relief at the sight of the buttery yellow walls above you, overjoyed to finally be back in your space. 

A sudden, high-pitched scream has you scrambling up into a semi-squat and you find yourself staring wide-eyed at a terrified Nemuri clad in a cami and a fluffy robe, her hair piled high on her head and her face coated in oatmeal. She covers her mouth as she stares at you and you wonder what the hell she’s doing in your dorm…until you realize that this isn’t your dorm.

Fuck, you did it again!

“Shit!” you hiss, realizing your mistake. You quickly stand, putting your hands out to ease your friend’s frantic state. “Wait, Nemuri, I can explain!”

“Where the hell have you been?!” she immediately snaps. “I’ve been calling you nonstop! You had me worried sick!”

She rushes past you to close the window and inspect your body. “Look at your hand! What the hell happened to you? You went out again last night, didn’t you? I told you that you need to be careful and call me before you do, didn’t I?” She spits out each sentence like rapid-fire, her bottled-up worry finally freeing itself. Worry for you. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, exasperated and filled with guilt. Nemuri glares at you and nods at her plush, red couch that sits across from you. “Sit down and don’t move,” she orders. “You need food and water.” 

What you really need is coffee, you think as you go to sit down on the comfortable, soft couch. You stretch your legs out and lounge against the cushions, your eyes fluttering closed. The scent of bergamot and peppermint wafts through the air from Nemuri’s diffuser that sits in her kitchen where she clobbers around, preparing you a much-needed meal.

When she comes back a few minutes later, she has prepared you a plate of buttered toast, turkey bacon, and sliced fruit with orange juice on the side. You could’ve kissed her. 

“Talk,” she demands as she passes you the plate. “Now.” She stands over you, arms crossed and looking incredibly irked at your stupidity. You don’t blame her. You feel bad for even being here despite it being an accident.

After you take a bite of toast and a sip of OJ, you begin to give her your story. “I went on a walk in my cat form last night and left my phone. It started raining, but I hurt my paw before I could get back on campus.” 

“That still doesn’t explain where you’ve been,” Nemuri replies, still sounding irritated. You sigh, hoping you don’t have to tell her everything.

“You’re not gonna believe me,” you start, “but I got picked up by this old woman and she took me to a cat cafe. I think she thought I was a stray. Then, out of all people, Aizawa came in and adopted me, for his daughter which, apparently, he has.” 

The tension leaves your body as soon as the truth is laid out right in front of Nemuri like a deck of cards. To your surprise, she doesn’t look confused or even angry at you.

In fact, she looks sorry for you, her expression brooding. You’re even more surprised at how she believes you right off the bat, but then again, you’re not as good as to come up with a lie as ridiculous as your night out right on the spot. 

“Oh,” she sighs, “His daughter. She was supposed to be a secret.” 

You stare at her questionably, silently wondering why. You know that Aizawa is a secretive person, but you never realized how much until last night. “But you’ve got other things to worry about than just that, sweetie,” Nemuri replies as she sits next to you. 

You chomp away on your bacon and avoid her gaze despite her laser stare. You know what she wants you to do. “I’m not gonna tell him,” you immediately refuse. “It was just a one-time thing; an accident!  He probably thinks the cat just ran away. It’s just a thing of nature. His daughter will be okay.” 

You look at Nemuri for an answer, some advice, anything. “Won’t she?” you faintly ask. 

Nemuri doesn’t say anything. All she does is fix you with a pointed stare, her arms crossed over her ample chest. Her look says everything you need to know about her opinion. You groan, tossing your head back like a child throwing a tantrum. You should’ve known all your friend had to do was give you a stare. Nemuri’s stares are the equivalent of a mother, you swear to God. 

“Fine, I’ll tell him,” you whine, defeated. “But not right now. I need coffee to process what the fuck just happened and the fact that he has a daughter.” You stand and slowly, gingerly, walk to your friend’s kitchen to proceed to fix yourself a cup. 

“Her name is Eri,” Nemuri explains, following you and sitting on the barstool in front of the kitchen island, watching you as you whip yourself up a cup of much-needed Starbucks brew. “She was rescued a year ago by Overhaul and Shouta took a shine to her, so he’s been raising her as his own here in the dorms.” 

You pause briefly from taking a mug from Nemuri’s cupboard as the information processes in your sluggish mind. “So he’s not...” You trail off, the forbidden words weakly dying in your throat. 

Nemuri tips her head to the side, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Married?” she snorts. You flush embarrassingly as the word crosses her lips. “No, and he never has been. It’s just been him and Eri for the longest time.”

She smacks the table and slips off of her stool, giving you a wink as she does. “Well, now that you’re here, you get to help me pick out an outfit for my date later!” She giggles as she skips away to her bedroom as you proceed to make your coffee. 

When she disappears into her bedroom, she leaves you alone to sip your coffee and decompress, but she also leaves you alone with your nagging thoughts. You can’t help but feel the guilt of today’s events eat at you, especially when you begin to understand how lonely Aizawa must be. 

Perhaps even Eri too. Aizawa did say before adopting you that he wanted something to make Eri more like a kid and keep her company. You don’t know that much about her past or what Overhaul did to her before she was rescued, but you have a hunch that being a normal child wasn’t always in the cards for Eri.

You can’t imagine how the poor girl must feel now, being so excited to get her first pet as any child should be, and then having it ripped from her because of your poor decisions. As you think about Aizawa, you feel even worse.

You picture him alone in his dorm, lying beside an empty, cool space night after night on his bed as his daughter sleeps soundly in the other room. You know for a fact he must feel even more alone as a pro hero and a single working father.

You grip Nemuri’s mug a little tighter as memories from last night come flooding back. The sweet laughter of Eri as she played with you made you feel as if she’d never laughed so genuinely in so long.

And the way Aizawa snuggled with you last night, stroking your fur so gently and whispering such personal secrets to you, made you feel as if he needed that outlet in you, even as just a cat.

You get the feeling that Aizawa doesn’t discuss his feelings often, even with his friends. You understand immensely, knowing how hard it is to talk with others about the ugly feelings you feel. Who else would Aizawa have for that now? 

“Fuck,” you groan, leaning your head back to stare up at the ceiling. You hate this feeling–this constant tug of war with the angel and devil on your shoulders. 

You know that logically you could never tell Aizawa what happened or return to his dorm. It was just an accident. A chaotic moment in your life that will never happen again. Can never happen again. 

But even as your mind tells you all of this, your body can still feel the ghost of Aizawa’s nimble fingers stroking your body as you cuddled up on his hard chest. 

“Fuck,” you say again, softer and in utter defeat this time. 

You knew the angel had won this round.

[mellowswriting]

ramblings about frankie

ngl i miss writing for my frankie baby :( 

(nsfw below hehehe)

I just know he sleeps like a rock. drool pooling in the corner of his lips, snorting when you wake him, slow blinks as he gets his bearings kind of sleeper. and he clings. god, does he cling. god help you if you need to get up to pee in the middle of the night. frankie loves wrapping his arms around you and tucking his nose into your hair. holding you there makes him feel safe. at peace. it helps ground him on those nights when nightmares find him. 

he isn’t a morning person in the perky kind of way. he’s a sleepy and soft morning person. shuffling out of bed with no shirt, baggy sleeping pants, fluffy bedhead. he isn’t much of a talker. most of what you say is met with little grunts or hums, but that’s okay. you’ve been together for so long now that you’re fluent in sleepy frankie. 

not a cook, but he truly is the king of grilling. that’s why every get together happens at your place with everyone you know and love crammed into your house, spilling out in the backyard. frankie is an amazing host, too. he loves seeing everyone taken care of. well fed with drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces. he makes his rounds over and over, checking in with everyone. 

he feeds the local strays. he always grumbles like a big grump about it but he isn’t fooling anyone. each of the little kitties have a name and come running when they hear him calling it. eventually, he gets in with his local shelter’s TNR program so they stop having so many babies. the porch is always home to at least one sunbathing kitty that chirps when they see your lover. 

he gives the best kisses under every circumstance. sleepy morning kisses. a kiss to your forehead when he leaves bed before you wake. rough and needy kisses that are all sloppy tongue and teeth and desperation. drunk kisses that taste like liquor. he cradles your face like he’s holding the center of the universe in his hands. he loves you so much it hurts and he makes sure you can feel it every time he kisses you. 

francisco morales eats pussy like a pro. leaves finger-shaped bruises on your thighs from holding you down after three orgasms in a row. he lives to make you come over and over and over again. those big brown eyes staring up at you from between your thighs, pupils blown out, bright and sparkling. the lower half of his face is soaked with your slick when he asks so sweetly, “just one more, baby? please?” 

fuck, he’s the best man to give head to. he’s so vocal, so responsive. he tries so hard not to buck up into your mouth without your explicit permission, so he gets so squirmy beneath you. all breathless and begging for more. he pets your head and praises you, calls you every sweet name under the sun. 

he loves morning sex. he gravitates toward you the moment he’s conscious and in the process of wrapping you up in his arms, he can’t help but grind his morning wood against your ass. it’s quite a way to wake up. frankie pulls you in for a slow, sweet kiss and lets his hands wander. the moment you welcome him with a spread of your thighs, he smiles at you all sleepy and indulgent. the pace he sets is slow. easy. he whispers in your ear how much he loves you, what a good girl you are. the room is soaked in warmth from the sunrise and the love he radiates.

a little bit possessive, so frankie likes leaving marks. he can’t deny that it soothes some dark, possessive part of him to see you out at the bar with everyone with marks from his teeth branded into your neck and shoulders. even when you roll your eyes at him, even when the guys rib him for being so obvious, frankie is sitting there with a smile on his face as content as can be. because any and every person who looks at you will know. 

just. frankie morales. my baby. ugh. 

[decaffeinatedgalaxyprince]

Hiii in response to the 48 hour bladder slave post, honestly I'm probably lighter on ideas than most would be, but I would have so much fun controlling your intake.

Id give you good drinks that were also diuretics and then take you out somewhere for a while, like a restaurant so we could eat. And you'd be desperate but not TOO horrible so that we could head back home while you're squirmy. And then when we'd get back home, we'd watch a movie and of course I'd make you hold it through the whole thing.

Id only let you pee when you TRULY can't hold it, and only then, would have to have accidents.

Another idea would be sharing a shower while you're desperate. So easy to pee right then and there but you'd have to endure the entire time with all that nice hot water tormenting you. And i take loooonggg showers :3

And of course, if at any point, you have to pee, you have to ask me for permission first. If I don't feel like letting you go yet, then you'll just have to drink a bit more and ask again sometime. I think I'd get a kick out of putting you in difficult clothing, like overalls and belts and complex pants :3

yessssss yes i love these ideas. i love having my intake controlled so much honestly like it's underrated, having someone dictate and know exactly how much liquid has to go into my system and thus my bladder eventually. so good.

a restaurant could be nice too, maybe some place casual so i could just snack but not have to worry about trying to stay sitting down. or like a mall or arcade or something like that... playing pool at a pub or something, like i'd have an excuse to fill up on drinks have some salty snacks and pace around fidgeting

trying to hold it through a movie might actually be easier on me lol because i can distract myself from my bladder pretty effectively right up to when i'm totally bursting. but maybe a nature documentary about river ecosystems... and i do like to snuggle up, so i'm sure you'd 'help'

i also love love the idea of having to hold during a shared shower, showing together is so nice honestly and holding in the shower is so hard so i'm sure i'd love that. i also take nice long showers hehe

and yes yes yes to having to being put in complicated clothing, belts and overalls and playsuits and stuff. yes please. i love when i get told how to dress up, also very underrated, especially with some shibari over top... and i have to ask permission every time because i'll need your permission to undo some of the clothing and belts and knots... heheheee 💖

these all sound like great ideas, 10/10 weekend of being controlled

[katiesplaypen]

LITTLE BIG SIS (CHAPTER 18)

Half hunched over, Sophie became nauseous with shame of the contents filling the back of her Huggies. She could tell by the firmness of her accident that there must be a bulge in the seat of her pants, and she was praying that any classmate standing behind her would not notice. She became even more self conscious thinking about it they had actually seen the bulge appear.

Normally her face would go red from embarrassment like this, but she was so terrified by the predicament that her face went flush instead. Thankfully for her, her potential boyfriend was deep into the microscope at the moment and couldn’t see the change in her demeanor or the color drain from her face. She now had no choice but to ask for the restroom, even if that seemed like telling Jake she had bodily functions.

“Hey, Jake. I’ll be right back.” She said to her lab partner.

He looked up slightly from the microscope.

“Okay. Sure.”

Sophie approached Mrs. Ellisons desk and nervously asked for permission to go to the bathroom. The teacher could sense this was an emergency for the girl. She had seen desperate students many times. Especially girls who were too ashamed to admit they need the toilet. However, given Sophie’s current posture and the email she received from the nurse’s office earlier, she had a feeling Sophie’s situation was a bit different. She didn’t need the toilet. She needed a changing.

In all actuality, she needed both. She needed out of her wet, poopy pull-up and she needed to relieve her currently full bladder. Leaving the classroom and walking very uncomfortable down the hall, Sophie began to fear she wasn’t going to make it. The closer she got to the girls room, the more her urine wanted to escape her body. She started sprinting to the bathroom and when she ran in she was greeted by a face she did not want to see.

“Wow, slow down there, kiddo.” Said the girl standing in front of the mirror, checking her hair.”

“Megan?” Sophie said, caught off guard.

“What’s a matter, Soph? Gotta go potty? At least you’re trying to make it this time.”

Sophie was too desperate to think of any comeback.

“But you shouldn’t run, sweetheart.” Megan kept teasing. “You could trip and fall. Then you would have a bloody nose AND wet pants.”

“Just leave me alone, Megan.” Sophie said, pushing the girl to the side and rushing to a stall as she began to undo her overalls before even opening the stall door. Suddenly, a look of panic washed over Sophie’s face as she struggled to get her buttons to move. They were stuck.

Megan watched in amusement as her former friend struggled with her straps while simultaneously doing the potty dance.

“Look at you all fidgety.” Megan said with an ear to ear grin. “You must really have a baby bladder, huh? And you can’t even get your pants undone. Who let a little girl like you into high school?”

“This isn’t funny Megan!” Sophie yelled between her teeth as she squirmed in desperation trying to get her overalls free. The toilet I’m sight just made things worse.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re right. We are friends after all. Do you want my help?”

Sophie did not want Megan’s help, but she needed it.

“Yes, please.” She said on the verge of tears.

“Sure thing.” Megan said cheerfully as she walked to the sink and turned on the faucet.

“What are you doing?” Sophie cried with her legs crossed.

“I’m helping.” Megan said. “You have to pee. I’m helping you pee. Just think of waterfalls and swimming pools, running rivers. Think of ice cold lemonade.”

“Stop it, Megan!” Sophie demanded. “Please help me get these off!”

“Oh, I don’t think so BABY GIRL.” Megan responded. “If a 16 year old isn’t capable of undoing her pants to use the bathroom, then she deserves to pee in them like a little toddler. So, just do it, pants-wetter.”

“I’m not a pants-wetter!” Sophie said one hand buried into her crotch and the other desperately trying to get her strap apart.

“Bedwetter, pants-wetter, what’s the difference?” Megan retorted. “You can’t control your bladder. It doesn’t matter if it’s day or night. A baby’s a baby.”

“I’m not a baby!” Sophie cried once more.

“Oh, I think you are.” Megan said, leaning into Sophie. “Tickle, tickle, tickle.” Megan began wiggle her fingers along Sophie’s sides, making her muscles spasm. “Cootchie, cootchie, coo.” She continued.

It was too much for Sophie. In that moment her bladder gave out. All at once her urine began to stream into her pants, and the pull-up she was wearing could not hold one more drop. A dark patch began to appear on the leg of her overalls right below the diapers leg hole. Megan stepped back when she heard the sound of liquid hitting fabric. She smiled and laughed as he watched Sophie soak her pants for the second time that day. Then she noticed how the pattern of pee was forming. Something didn’t look right.

“Oh my god! Are you wearing a diaper!?”

[dumbdomb]

My sub with higher libido getting turned on again and asking for permission to hump Me. I tell them it's ok, but I really should go pee first. and they use this as an opportunity to pin Me down and talk dirty, encouraging Me to piss Myself. I laugh and whine about it, while they smile and tease Me more. reassuring Me how good it'll feel, and how hot it would be. maneuvering My body while I'm distracted over their cute jokes to get Me in a better position to dry hump Me. talking softer and really trying to make Me feel comfortable so I can piss while they rub against Me, getting us both wet. I feel how warm and turned on they are just from the closeness of our bodies. they embrace Me, covering Me so I feel safer and more relaxed, cooing and encouraging Me even more while pressing harder against Me. I finally let go, slowly releasing and flooding my undies with warm urine and they stay still for a moment, letting it pool and gather between us. watching My piss soaking into their clothes before they hold Me tighter and rub hard against Me. desperate and rough, lacking friction bc of how wet we are, thrusting mindlessly before they cry out- convulsing on top of Me. after catching their breath, they lovingly and eagerly reach down My underwear and feel how aroused I am. thanking Me, kissing Me, and softly touching and jerking Me off... ♡♡♡

Read My pinned before you interact! 18+ only.

[bylertruther]

personally i jus feel like it would be really nice to float in a pool with u guys. i mean some of you did say you would pee in my pool in that one poll tht i made so maybe not all of you guys are welcome to float but the rest of u have my permission. we could be like this -> 🦦🦦🦦🦦 <- jus staring up at the sky n occasionally bumping into each other. no floaties bc thts cheating n has potential to create a hierachy where some have floaties and some don't or maybe some ppl have rly cool floaties and others just have kind of average normal floaties and now the vibes are just all the way off and it's kind of weird n tense but no one wants to mention it. anyway i'll start lighting some citronella candles as i wait for u guys to come over btw

[luckyloo13]

Ficlet

Cw: gender neutral, wetting, whumpee with low self esteem, awkward caretaker

(it's been years since I posted long forms of writing, I'm sorry if I did it wrong. This is based on one of my first prompt posts on here since someone wanted a story)

      Whumpee hated the way their breath shook every so often. They were sure caretaker would notice eventually, but somehow they didn't. Caretaker was slowly figuring out some subtle quirks of Whumpee, but Whumpee was just too good at hiding themselves sometimes.

   Whumpees lower region was starting to

prickle with pain. It wasn't an unfamiliar sensation to them, but that didn't make this situation any less terrifying to them. They had spent a lot of their childhood like this, locked in their room sitting on their heels to avoid having an accident. They usually weren't allowed to visit the restroom without explicit permission, which meant having to ask. It was humiliating, but it was even worse when Whumper said no. And if Whumper was busy or asleep, then tough luck.

       Holding your pee in every now and then won't hurt you, but years of having your bladder burst on you when the pain was too much to bear tends to weaken your organs.

        Right now, Whumpee was nursing what most would consider an ok amount of water. And most would notice it sitting in their bladder, but not be too concerned about it. It wasn't that much, after all, a normal person could wait, or just get up and leave to do their business like an adult. But no, Whumpee was an idiot.

         "Hey...caretaker?" They started. They knew they had to just be an adult and stop making this a big deal, but old habits die hard. They subtlety cross one leg over the other. It only helps a little, but they refuse to be obvious

         Caretaker looked away from what they were watching. Whumpee wasn't really paying attention, but Caretaker seemed to really like the film.

         "Yeah? What do you need?" They asked.

          "Could I get up for a few minutes? I promise I'll be right back" Whumpee asked, hating their slight voice crack. They tried to sound nonchalant, but internally they knew they were reaching a breaking point. If they sat here any longer all hell would break loose.

          Caretaker, being the jokester they were, sighed loudly, "Nooo I want you here! You can't escape me that easily" it was only a jest, Whumpee knew that. But they couldn't help taking it too seriously and just gave a quiet noise of acknowledgment.

           Even though Whumpee didn't voice any of their thoughts or feelings, it felt like there was a tidal wave (pun unintended) inside them. Just get up you idiot. But caretaker said no? No they didn't, you're being dumb again. You put yourself in this predicament. Whumper was right you really do love making a fool of yourself.

            They wouldn't be caught dead dancing around, or even worse holding themselves. As much as Whumpee wanted and needed to, they had to keep up the facade that everything was ok.

            That was, until, only a few agonizing minutes later. Their groin was inflamed with pain, and it was a little hard to tell at first, but they froze, mortified. Wet heat had traveled a little down their thigh, and pooled underneath where they sat.

            "Shit" they involuntarily whispered to themselves, basically forgetting about the person sitting next to them. Their bladder was starting to give out, there was no way to ignore the waves and contractions at this point. Actually, they weren't even sure if they could move right now, they missed that window of opportunity.

            Caretaker was finally starting to realize something was up, "Whumpee? You ok?" They asked looking at them. Caretaker saw Whumpees body jumping and jolting at random intervals. And then they noticed the smell, and then the heat reaching its way to their leg. Caretaker scooted back in surprise. "Oh my god are you-"

            Whumpee accidentally interrupted with a shuddering inhale. They were clearly trying to hold back tears, and mouthed 'I'm sorry' over and over again. Whumpee was afraid their tears would spill if they actually spoke, serving to make them look like even more of a loser. As if that were possible.

            It took a few moments, but Caretaker eventually put it together that Whumpee was trying and failing to stop their accident. Even though it was happening no matter what, and the damage was being done, Whumpee held on to their last shred of dignity and hope.

            "Whumpee...just let go"

            Whumpee turned their head to Caretaker in shock, "I..."

             "It's ok, just get it over with"  Caretaker softly urges. They can't lie they're a little grossed out, but they wouldn't say it to poor Whumpee.

           

              Whumpee snapped their eyes shut so they didn't have to see their shame. For the next 30 seconds, Whumpee emaninated the putrid stench of piss, mixed the deafening sound of their puddle splattering over the side of the choice and kissing hardwood floors. It wasn't the first time Whumpee had messed up, but they had hoped it wouldn't happen again. As soon as the nearly volcanic heat came over their pants, it was gone; It was replaced with a sticky chill that would leave a nasty rash. Still not opening their eyes, Whumpee finally broke and started sobbing slowly. First a few tears, a couple chest heaves. And then they couldn't stop.

             Caretaker surprised Whumpee by grabbing both of their hands to lift them from the couch, nearly toppling into Caretaker, "Hey....it's uh.....ok. We can talk about it in a little while. Why don't we help clean you up first?" They offered, going in for a small hug. Whumpee could tell Caretaker was awkwardly trying to avoid getting themselves dirty, but Whumpee understood. It was starting to burn again in a new way down their legs.

              "Yeah...ok. Thank you"

[deanie1987]

I know that some people had a problem with the Ian in the gym scene, but my take on it is that it was to show the contrast between what Ian was experiencing on the West Side and what Mickey was experiencing. Ian takes advantage of the amenities (sees the positives), enjoys the pool, meets at least one nice neighbor, goes to the gym and sees a hot guy. All pluses despite a bit of awkwardness as he navigates the new environment.

Mickey, on the other hand, has trouble sleeping due to the quiet and has one bad experience with the apartment manager after another. He was unsure from the start and nothing that he experienced changed his mind. He did enjoy the pool previously (and found a nice shirt) but that wasn't enough to make him feel comfortable or that it was worth it. Both views are valid and I think both experiences were very in character for both of them.

Now, were there ways of getting this point of contrast across without involving Ian checking out a hot guy working out next to him? Of course, but you know, the gays are always horny. *insert massive eyeroll." And for the record, I'm married and I enjoy checking out hot people as well. My heart may be spoken for but I do have eyes.

[petersbaby]

Happy kinktober, here’s a random little thing I wrote in a rush. It’s so short because I feel so gross PLEASE I didn’t ask to like this it’s just something god cursed me with

Warnings: piss kink

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Eddie’s been forcing you to drink water for an hour now, glass after glass. You wanted to be good for him, so you drank every bit even though you felt so full and a little chilly from the coldness of the ice cubes.

You could feel your body inside working to turn the water warm before it makes its way back out, a perfect temperature for him. The warmth is all encasing, the sight is one to behold. He would bathe in a tub of your piss if he could.

As your boyfriend, he’s always making sure you’re hydrated because he wants you to be healthy, but this was different. This was a plan to fill you up as much as you could possibly take and to fuck you til the floodgates open without you consciously giving them permission and you let go all around him.

While you drink the water, he’s playing with your pussy, rubbing his fingers in circles over your clit until you would tense up and start to cum and then withdrawing them.

At some point, you can’t take it much more so you start to cry out of pure need and frustration.

“Please, no more. Can’t take it, need to cum and need to pee.”

“Okay, princess, I suppose you have had enough.”

He pulls you to the edge of the bed and kneels on the floor in front of you, undoing his belt, button, then zippper and pushes the pants and boxers off his legs completely.

He pulls off his shirt after this, then eagerly lines himself up with your entrance. He looks at you for consent and pushes inside, the intense pressure against your bladder causing you to cry out.

This combined with having being edged for so long had you feeling so desperate and weak that you felt you had no control over your body.

“Fuck, so tight for me. Just for me. Look at you, look at you almost crying from how good I feel inside you.”

“God, I-I can’t hold it, please eds” you whine.

He’s relentlessly fucking into you, it feels so good but so very overwhelming.

You have to squeeze your eyes shut in order to focus on controlling yourself, holding off on your relief until he tells you it’s time.

Your pornographic high pitched moans and whimpers filled the air and only encouraged him further.

“Please, please, please.” You can’t help crying over and over again. You were already so close. “I got you, I’m right here.”

“Have to cum, gonna cum, please let me. Please don’t stop.”

“Under one condition.” You nod, awaiting for the second part of his offer. “You can cum as long as you piss all over my dick at the same time. Yeah?” You nod again, desperately.

He starts to get rougher, reaching a deep place in your stomach that he hit only a couple of times before you were letting go with next to no warning. The pressure had become too much on your bladder.

He felt the warmth envelope him as you both heard it splatter all over the floor beneath you. “Fuck, good girl, making a mess for me.”

He was fucking the warm piss into your hole with every thrust, and when your walls squeezed around him as you orgasmed you gushed a little more.

This is when he can’t go any longer and spills deep inside of you, your bodily fluids mixing together making a disgusting potion that either of you would drink any day.

Your piss dripped down his thighs and soaked the bed sheets, with a pool of it also cooling down on the surface of the cold hardwood floor.

[tinyidle]

Hey I wanted to ask if you can do more with ateez and piss kink 👉👈 oh and BTW I love your account

ATEEZ Having a P⚠️ss Kink as Doms (in Depth)

ive been getting lots of love for my mtl that i was even asked to do the piss kink fics with other groups! this ask in particular, however, caught my attention. trust me, after this fic ill get to the other asks. but since i made the mtl and my mind has manipulated my body to clench in my pee (tmi i know lol 💀) i just had to write this.

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WARNING: pure filth lmao (aka smut), title gives the description, bladder control, tw: fluid k*nk, mentions of drinking liquids (water + alcohol), mentions of *nal, sp*nk*ng, consensual force (rough s*x, as in reader gives permission to let atz use them harshly), light bdsm (always remember boundaries folks!), nicknaming (cuz im not a "y/n" writer lol), dom!ateez, sub!reader, fem!reader, light cursing, all fiction

tags: @eclipsehye , @rap1inewhore , @fyeah-bubblekey , @xduygu-arsx , @staytinyexe , @aigokayla , @glitteryskzstraykidsdream , @amultislifeforme

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Hongjoong

you wanted to pee so fucking bad. your boyfriend made you drink 1 liter of water in the past 2 hours and then made you sit and watch netflix while he himself was checking out samples for a new song piece, just for fun. but you had to go.

"joong, i can't take it anymore. i need to use the bathroom," you said, squirming on the couch and desperately clenching so that no water droplets could come out of your system.

the aforementioned man then turned around with a sly smirk. "ah, you need to go, baby?" he then lifted himself from his computer desk and went to the couch where you sat down. he then lifted you up a bit to bring you down on his lap. "then turn around and go on me."

you widened your eyes in both shock and pleasure. the sharp burn of arousal that hit your pelvis didn't help your already expanded bladder either. when hongjoong realized that you were too stunned to move, he encouraged you by grasping onto your hips and moving you forwards and backward. "come on, baby. you can do it," he encouraged with a smile on his face.

you swiveled around and then took it upon yourself to grind against your boyfriend, finding a sweet yet sinister feeling in knowing you'd leak any time soon. when you felt yourself leaking, you started whimpering, and despite your attempts to clench, the streams kept going. "fuck, joong. im leaking," you sobbed, grinding even harder until your arousal mixed with the piss you had that pooled on your boyfriend's sweatpants.

he caressed your back through all of this. "it's okay, baby. i got you." while you shook until you calmed down, he himself had also cum in his pants. which meant your guys' clothes will have to wash immediately, he'd have to find a better way to do this without much mess, and there would need to be a shower time afterward because you pissed a lot and he came a lot.

he tucked your hair behind you ear and talked to you softly. "when we get in the shower, how about you ride me as a reward for being so good?" your libido rose up again and you moaned a 'yes', much to hongjoong's liking.

Seonghwa

nothing made seonghwa feel better than pleasing his baby, even if he didn't enjoy it much. your satisfaction above his was his motto. he knew you wanted to try pissing for pleasure, but he wanted nothing less than cleanliness. although you respected that, he still wanted to please you. so today he was going to fulfill your desires his way.

"princess, would you like to take a shower together?" seonghwa asked when you guys were getting ready for bed. you, always loving intimacy with your boyfriend, accepted with a smile.

you guys were in the shower cuddling and showering when all of a sudden you felt your taller partner kiss your left shoulder. "can i give you a bit of an extra wash?" you, liking how this is going, agreed to let him do what he wanted. he kissed your left shoulder in a silent thanks before you felt warm streams.

it kept pooling until you felt both your feet get warm by the clear liquid. you gasped when you felt seonghwa's cock grow behind your ass, his crotch rubbing against your leg. "hwa-" you quietly moaned, feeling your arousal grow in your own crotch.

"if you don't mind, doll, i'd like to finish what i started." you never nodded so fast, knees buckling, ready to be pleasured to entirety.

Yunho

you acted up just to see how your boyfriend would punish you. never in a million years have you thought he'd used one of your most dirtiest kinks against you.

"yun, i can't take it anymore," you said, squirming while leaning over the island of the kitchen you guys were hanging out at. while attempting to cook, instead you were trying not to pee all over the floor.

"fucking hold it," the tall man growled, his back to you while finishing up on the rice for lunch. unfortunately, it's been over 20 minutes and you drank way too much water prior. you ended up having an accident right where you were standing.

yunho, hearing the sound of you leaking on the floor, smirked, turned around, instructed you to take off your clothes, and rubbed your clit until you couldn't piss anymore. "my tiny little baby really couldn't take it anymore, hmm." although you were whining, you've got to admit: you were loving every second of it.

Yeosang

one time you guys tried anal, and as fun as it was and as enjoyable as it felt for you both, the lube stains on the sheets were extensive. yeosang couldn't help himself as he's just a messy man. a beautiful man, but a messy one. the line crossed when he tried to make your squirt. you let out so much that he was wondering how long it would take for his bed to fully air out. no way is he going to try pissing. on purpose, that is.

you like to drink water before bed so that your bladder can wake you up in the morning. it was obvious that you drank too much alcohol that night because of your wooziness and your boyfriend's constant hold on to your body while you were wobbling to the bedroom. trying to help you out, he gave you water to help clear your head. apparently, you drank too much of that too.

yeosang was holding onto your side until he felt something warm. shit, he thought. you were too comfortable in your sleep that you forgot to go to the bathroom. luckily he has plastic over the bed from the last sex session. he woke up, and although your hangover didn't hurt that much, you groaned due to the mess you made.

"little doll forgot to pee in the toilet," he said teasing you a bit. he didn't expect you to be aroused by his simple rhetorical question, but you in fact were very turned on. you ended up whining, which yeosang's ears caught on to very quickly. he chuckled and kissed your forehead. "you like being my messy little doll, huh? maybe after i clean up this mess we can make even more mess in the bathroom."

San

this man knew you loved to watch him do things. you loved watching him dance, him singing, him acting, him modeling, even him just breathing. but san knew something only you and he knew: you were a voyeur. you loved when your boyfriend chased his own pleasure while you watched. you especially loved it when you could help him out.

"be a good girl and get me off, then ill return the favor." you quickly went on your knees, stroking him just the way he liked. at times you'd take his dick in your mouth to egg him on, but you knew san loved being teased in order for him to properly make a mess on your body.

soon enough san warned you about his release, and you took off your shirt and shorts, just leaving your panties on. you continued jacking him off until you saw small spurts of clear liquid come from his tip. you let his streams go down on your chest, covering your boobs and almost drowning your underwear.

the short-haired man smiled while looking at you, and you looked back at him. you were now going to get the favor returned.

Mingi

you guys were fucking for about an hour now. at first you guys used protection, but then your dumb brain told mingi afterward that he could go in bare because you were on the pill. some 3 more orgasms later, you guys were sensitive yet still very horny. no way was mingi pulling out now, and no way were you going to tell him to stop.

"fuck, honey im gonna pee soon," he said, still going at near-full speed on top of you. you were being lifted forwards a bit with every thrust, and you wanted to pee as well, but you still wanted him.

"let me go on top and ride you until you have to pull out," you said, almost breathless. mingi moaned at your request and moved from on top of you and sat you down on his throbbing cock. you started bouncing, your breasts in mingi's face. he happily took them and sucked on your nipples while licking around the areola area. he was very close, so he pressed onto your bladder and lightly rubbed clit simultaneously so you could get there. "fuck!" you yelled out.

your tall boyfriend quickly lifted you off his dick and pissed on the sheets underneath you too, while you were spazzing and leaking on top of him. "you did so well for me, honey."

Wooyoung

"woo, i need to go," you said while rocking back and forth on your heels.

"go where? baby, it's raining outside." you knew your boyfriend was playing with you since he knew where you want to go to the bathroom. yet here he was, acting stupidly oblivious.

"dammit, jung wooyoung, i need to pee! let me gooooooo~" you said, now full-on dancing. you saw as the cocky man started laughing at your comprising state. he loved fucking with you as much as fucking you. he left and came back with the sheet you knew all too well. he's gonna have fun with this.

wooyoung took off all his clothes then tugged on your tank top. "i told you not to drink too much water. now you're gonna use me as your bathroom." you've done this many times before ever since he found out you were into it, but every time you still blushed. "unless you don't want to go?"

you shook your head, face still hot by the embarrassment (that honestly shouldn't be there). you took your tank and bra off, before quickly sliding off your skirt and underwear before you leaked anything. humming in approval, the dancer lay himself down on the 'designated piss cloth' and held your waist as you went on top of him. leaning forward and holding onto your boyfriend's shoulders, you slowly started grinding onto him.

wooyoung tried to chase his own pleasure, so he gripped your hips and made you rub against his dick harder. your small gasps turned into huge ones, and soon enough (with the help of the cocky man's teasingly pressing his tip to your ass) made you pee hard.

he kissed your cheek and caressed your back while waiting for your shaking to cease. "such a dirty baby. you deserve a rest, yeah?" you mumbled a small 'yes', and your boyfriend kept holding onto you.

Jongho

you were told to hold in your bladder. usually, it's easy for you, but your strong boyfriend showed that you are weak-willed when around him. he was pressing on your stomach when you guys were watching tv, made sure to leave the door open when he went to the bathroom to shower, pee, and wash his hands.

you to your disdain were going to break when jongho saw that you gave him the silent treatment. "listen here, sweetie, just because you can't go to the bathroom doesn't mean you ignore me. come here." he caught you by your hip and tugged you to him. he effortlessly lifted you up over his shoulder from the living room area to the couch where the tv was.

"no jongho, no! i was so close to winning-"

"you should have thought about that before purposefully ignoring me all day." he was right, and you knew it. you in an attempt to win his challenge ended up disregarding him, being outright rude sometimes. well, your punishment was waiting for you now. he sat down on the couch, with you over his lap. he pulled your shorts and panties down in one go. he then gave your right cheek a light tap, making you jolt due to the gentle force. "count until i feel like you've learned your lesson."

you haven't even reached 10 yet and had leaked all over your boyfriend's trousers. jongho didn't care, however, as he loved seeing you moan from the pleasurable pain, as well as having an excuse to tap that cute ass of yours. it was more like a harsh smack for you, as you felt both cheeks getting hot. once the tenth spank occurred, you cried out. "10! please jjong i can't take it anymore"

jongho gave your ass a break and lifted you onto his pissed-soaked lap to hold onto you. you sobbed in pleasure that couldn't be explained. "shh, shh, sweetie. you've done well. ill run you a bath soon and we can cuddle later, okay?" wiping the tears from your eyes, you nodded.

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i wrote this while feeling sad about my current state, but when i finished writing this felt somewhat better (probably because writing is a comfort for me). hopefully you guys are feeling 10x better than me!

if you have any asks or suggestions, let me know! i can write for more groups, but more atz asks are okay.

[cultofbeatles]

parts of pete shotton’s book “john lennon: in my life” that stood out to me

(this is semi long and contains book spoilers)

john and pete being the first people ever to get banned from their church 

pete saying john would always share any candy he had with everyone around, but that he would maybe give john one piece of candy 

they held a competition to see who could go the longest without swearing and they both spent so much time focusing on not swearing that they sat in silence 

tw blood/cutting: wanting to do a blood oath and cut their wrists to be “blood brothers” but john brought a dull knife that wouldn't cut so they pretended to do it 

being pyromaniacs (seriously)

john crawling out of all fours and groaning after being canned and making pete get canned even worse because he was laughing 

john being known to pee himself when laughing 

john daydreaming while he was riding his bike, crashing into a parked car, catapulted into the air, hurt his arm pretty bad, but his main concern was the damage to his bike 

they once had a serious fight where pete was about to step on john’s glasses but intentionally missed just to tease john 

persuading their classmates to wear white dog collars that they made in class 

eleven year old john making pete watch him orgasm 

pete and john having sex with their girlfriends in the same bed 

john going through great lengths to avoid dancing because he was horrible at it 

john and paul’s first introduction being awkward as they both just stood there 

pete asking paul if he’ll join the band: “a full minute passed while paul pretended to give the matter careful thought: “oh, all right.” he finally shrugged.”

mimi slamming the door in paul’s face whenever john wasn't there to stop her 

george just pushing himself into the band because he wanted to be there 

paul, george, and john wearing buckets on their head and marching around on paul’s roof to make fun of pete’s cadet graduation ceremony 

one night after julia’s death pete found john completely passed out drunk on a bus and found out that he had been on it for hours. he took him home and tucked him into bed. 

john saying that he wrote in my life with pete and stuart in mind 

cynthia scolding john for saying something outrageous and then john saying something even more outrageous 

the quote, “john bamboozled his new soulmate” in reference to making stuart use his art show money to buy a bass 

brian epstein asking if pete wanted to come back to his house for sex and pete turning him down but following with, “no offense taken. actually, i take it as a compliment!”

calling ringo a runt 

“what’s a fucking wank between friends anyways?” - pete shotton

brian having a reminder of “haircut for george” on his desk because he was in charge of their grooming needs 

john giving pete one of his big beatles paychecks so he had money for christmas

john asking pete “isn't he lovely?” when first meeting julian 

john screaming “hi pete!” at a show because he told the staff to let him know whenever pete arrived 

john hated to be touched and especially by strangers 

john wanted to open his book in his own write with a dedication to pete saying “to pete, who got it first.” but didn't want to hurt mimi’s feelings so he drew a caricature of pete at the beginning and that’s how he dedicated it to him secretly 

pete telling john he would never go to a interviewer and talk about john for money. (he only talked to two authors about john. hunter davies, who he asked john for permission for, and philip norman. who told pete that he was only writing a book about liverpool pop music)

cynthia and john getting in an argument because she wanted a porsche and john said they're too dangerous 

paul was the beatle that was the hardest to get close to 

george’s proudest possession was a painting by bob dylan and he had a guitar shaped pool 

“there never was, and probably never will be, a group more self contained or tightly knit than the beatles were in those days..”

john loved a good pun joke 

john loved hanging out with the monkees and micky dolenz was the craziest one 

“the only thing john hated more than going to bed at night was getting out of it the next day.” MOOD.

john would literally read every single page of the newspaper 

he once saw a tv program talking about autistic kids and donated 1,000 pounds to an autistic foundation 

john making a random guest give him their sgt pepper album so pete could get one 

the beatles almost showed up to brian’s memorial service in bright colorful clothes for “good vibes”

tw suicide: john was convinced brian committed suicide 

george telling pete he use to think he was a “bad influence” on john 

paul thought magical mystery tour was going to be a big masterpiece 

at beatles financial meetings: paul doodling, john high on lsd, ringo asleep in the corner, george actually paying attention 

bill turner (childhood friend of theirs) telling paul he didn't like hello, goodbye and paul being taken back by that

the beatles bought pete a car (jaguar to be specific)

john was very insecure around girls and never knew if they liked him or not 

john thinking his housekeeper would assume him and pete were having sex because they were laying next to each other 

pete was actually happy at first when john and yoko got together because john was happy 

any time john and pete would be laughing together yoko would silence John 

the beatles had to constantly tell ringo he was the best rock drummer in the world before he agreed to join the band again 

paul asking pete if hey jude or revolution should be on the A side, pete saying hey jude, and then paul immediately screaming to john that pete picked his song over john’s. 

there was so many arguments with yoko that would have to be another post itself but i will say it’s awful 

george running after the press in his backyard because he took a photo of him while the police chase george around to arrest him for possession of drugs 

“remember pete, they can't kill you for speaking your mind.” - john lennon

when pete found out about john’s death he went to visit george 

“on the drive back home, memories of john flooded into my head. what a life, i thought.” <3

[telli1206]

The Heart Will Follow (Ch. 3)

Jay’s never had a crush...until he met Carlos. And now he can’t stay away.

Carlos doesn’t know what to make of Jay’s presence, yet. But what should he do, exactly, about a boy that’s both cute AND terrifying?

A collection of Jaylos isle meetings, inspired by this beautiful headcanon I came across randomly that I can’t get out of my head. 

AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Forever In Your Mind

“So...he just...left?”

Carlos bites his lip and lets his gaze drop to his lap. He’ll look anywhere to avoid Evie’s concentrated stare right now. He can hear the concern in her voice, but it feels too new, too...unsettling, to have someone care about his safety. He’s just not used to that. At all.

“I wonder why...” he hears Evie mutter to herself, and he looks up to catch sight of her furrowed brow and lips pursed tightly in thought. When she glances up and sees Carlos watching her, her eyes immediately soften, and she places a hand over his, flashing a warm smile to try to reassure him.

“Jay is so weird sometimes,” she muses, shaking her head. “Who knows why he was out there. The important thing is, he left you alone. Right?”

“I guess,” Carlos agrees, heaving a sigh. He decides against telling Evie exactly why Jay said he had chosen to leave him alone. He couldn’t really explain what Jay had said, honestly. Why would he give a shit about how Carlos’ mom would react? And his...eyes? Yeah, he definitely didn’t need to upset Evie any further with more of Jay’s weird comments.

“I-I didn’t get the impression that he’d try to steal from me again,” he offers, and quirks a smile when Evie beams back at him. 

“Good! So let’s not waste another second then talking about that...that skeezy thief,” she huffs, and shifts her focus back to her open textbook. She flips through a few pages before noticing how Carlos has stilled, and is now sitting stiff and unmoving beside her. There’s a look of distress on his face, and his cheeks are blooming the brightest pink color. 

“Ok. Something else is wrong. What is it?” Evie demands, and Carlos squeaks quietly at the forcefulness in her tone. He’s biting his tongue, but Evie can see the way his eyes are continuously darting to the door and back.

“No! Carlos, tell me you don’t. You don’t need to...” She pinches her nose, sighing in frustration at the way Carlos shifts in his seat, his hands pressed firmly into his lap. “You didn’t go before class started??”

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t have to! I swear. It...it just came up all of a sudden.”

Carlos can feel the guilt pooling in his gut already. He didn’t want to ignore all the help Evie had given him, all the advice that she had gathered to survive Dragon Hall.

Initially, Carlos had no regrets about the cup of coffee he drank this morning. More like the exact opposite - he was grateful. 

Cruella had thrown a full mug at his head as he was trying to leave for school, which wasn’t unusual. Even though she had agreed to let him attend classes in exchange for extra chores after school and on the weekends, his departure every morning was a painful reminder to her of the chores that wouldn’t get done until later, including her breakfast dishes.

What WAS unusual about this morning, however, was that Carlos had managed to catch the mug this time without barely a spill of the scalding tar black coffee that it contained. With his mother already stomping out of the room in a fit of angry rambles to no one but herself, Carlos had taken full advantage of the hot liquid, flooding his belly and providing some satiation and warmth against the chill of the morning air.

It wasn’t until now, when the drink had caught up to his system, did the heeding of Evie’s number one warning cause him a tinge of remorse.

“Y-you’re going to have to hold it Carlos!” Evie hissed, her voice shrill with fear. “I wasn’t lying when I said that leaving class ALONE is a suicide mission!”

Carlos tries his best to settle his squirming. He crosses his ankles tightly, keeping his hands pressed firmly down to help ignore the feeling building inside. But the pressure is just too intense to ignore. He looks up at Evie just as the tears start to well in his eyes.

“Shit, FINE,” she groans, smacking her hand to her forehead. “Listen to me, ok? If you’re going to do this, there’s only one way to go.”

-----

Carlos shuffles quickly down the hall, trying his best to be quiet. Evie’s directions were very specific, and he plans to follow them perfectly. The little pangs of regret he feels for upsetting his new friend, his only friend, are still fresh, and he has no intention of hurting her like that again. Not after all she’s done for Carlos already.

“Take a right - you’ll walk past three classrooms and a bathroom. Walk past the bathroom. Do NOT use that one, Carlos. Ok? Keep walking. Promise me you’ll keep walking.”

He squeezes his eyes closed and scoots past the bathroom as promised, despite his borderline painful need to go right now. He’s not going to make it much longer, and he starts looking around at all the isolated doorways, contemplating the option of relieving himself there if he can’t manage to find the very specific bathroom Evie told him he absolutely had to use.

Luckily, he spots it just a few feet away on the other side of the hallway, exactly where Evie said it would be. He breathes a short sigh of relief as he darts across and slips through the door.  

At first glance, the bathroom looks and sounds empty. But he knows better than to trust his senses completely. So Carlos takes a quick scan of each corner and stall to confirm that he is, indeed, alone before sliding into the last stall closest to the window and locking the door behind him.

Carlos completely forgets the world around him then, lost in the exhiliration of finally being able to relieve himself. He’s had to pee for so long he can’t even stop the happy groan that escapes his lips, the pressure inside immediately gone in that blissful moment. He’s so focused on that pleasant feeling that he almost...almost...doesn’t hear the soft creaking of the bathroom door opening.

It’s a slow sound, just barely audible, but he manages to catch it anyway, the years of constant need to remain alert and attentive now on his side. He  sucks in his breath and forces himself to stop his stream, wincing in pain at the involuntary pause. He hops onto the toilet seat ledge nimbly and balances there, remaning motionless, quiet, and with his ears piqued to listen.

The door closes with a soft scrape along the damaged linoleum floor, followed closely by the pad of slow, deliberate footsteps. They pause for a moment at each stall as they move along, clearly looking for something. Or someone.

When they make a stop in front of Carlos’ stall, his muscles tense uncomfortably to make himself be as still as possible. He squeezes his eyes shut and silently wishes for whoever’s on the other side to leave him alone.

But instead, the feet step closer to him, and he hears a dry chuckle.

“Come out, come out wherever you are!” Jay sing-songs. “I know you’re in there, De Vil.”

Evil, poor Evie’s going to hate him for this.

Carlos lets out a breath and drops to the ground with a loud stomp. No point in being quiet now is there?

“Fine, fine! You caught me, ok? Just, let me finish pissing and I’ll come out. I’m almost done.”

“Aw, I interrupted your pee pee break??” Jay teases. “Sorry, pup! By all means, continue.”

Carlos rolls his eyes as he turns back to the toilet. Word travels fast at this school, and his mother’s transgressions were the talk of Dragon Hall within a day of his arrival. The puppy jokes and nicknames that have already started are beyond annoying, but there’s not much he can do about it.

He’s focused on finishing now, trying to hurry himself so Jay doesn’t have time to entertain the idea of breaking in the stall. But only a second later he can hear the lock jostling, making him jump a little and drop his aim. He curses at the pee trickling on his feet, shaking off and hurriedly tucking himself in just as Jay frees the latch and pushes the door open. 

Carlos is met with a wicked smirk, which Jay immediately drops to a frown when he spots Carlos fumbling the button of his shorts closed.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” he mumbles, sauntering closer. Carlos stumbles back, slamming the backs of his knees into the porcelain bowl of the toilet and causing him to arch awkwardly. He turns his body and catches himself on the tank before he can fall farther, taking the opportunity to flick the handle and flush before he launches himself back.

“Hey there!” Jay snorts, grabbing Carlos around the waist and pulling him close when Carlos’ body lands against him. The boy is quick to twist and squirm, freeing himself from the thief and lunging for the door. Jay is faster though, and slams the stall shut with one hand before Carlos can escape.

“Come now, C, did I say it was time for us to leave??” Jay tuts. Carlos presses his face against the stall door, biting his lip hard to avoid a snappy retort. He’s at Jay’s mercy in this stall, and doubts he’ll be a fair match against the boy’s muscles, rippling obviously from the cutoff sleeves of his vest.

A surprisingly gentle hand cups under Carlos’ chin, guiding his face away from the door. Reluctantly, he follows it, until his body is turned and fully facing Jay. His face is tipped upward to meet Jay’s smile, which seems less menacing but somehow still cocky and triumphant. Carlos can’t fight the sneer on his own lips, which only prompts more laughter from Jay.

“Ohhh, someone’s a little fiery, huh De Vil? You’ve got some balls, considering you’re the one invading my bathroom without my permission.” 

Carlos perks a brow, glaring questioningly at the brunette. “Your bathroom? I-I ...really? Ev-I mean, nobody, told me that.”

Jay shakes his head at that, and releases his grip on Carlos’ chin, letting his fingers drop to tease along his jawline instead. Carlos holds his breath at the gentle sensation, pushing himself into the door with enough force that he can feel the latch digging into his back. It’s painful, but if it’s the only way to spare some space between him and Jay, he’ll take what he can get.

“Guess that’s lesson one then, pup,” Jay taunts, fingers still lightly caressing Carlos’ face. “The halls are mine when class is in session. You got that?” Carlos musters a short nod. “Good. And that includes any place there’s not a teacher. You need to use the bathroom? Grab stuff from a storage closet? Or even just hide out in there, you gotta pay the toll.”

“T-toll?” 

Jay still feels too close, so Carlos tries to shift back more, which only produces a sharp pain when the latch scrapes him harshly again. He’s grateful for the distraction, though, when Jay dips in closer and grins wide.

“Yep. Everyone’s gotta pay up. No exceptions.”

Carlos stares at Jay for a moment, but feels uneasy when the boy is more than happy to stare back at him, their noses close and practically touching. He swallows thickly then, letting his gaze fall to the floor between them as he carefully sorts his words.

“I-I...but...Jay. Y-you know. I already told...” he looks up for a second and catches a glance at Jay’s now audacious smirk. And that makes him seethe.

“You know I don’t have anything,” Carlos states flatly, feeling a new surge of confidence. “I already told you. My mom’s a bitch, I barely get food and clothes. You think I have shit to spare for you?”

He shrinks back after his bold outburst, waiting for Jay’s response. But the thief doesn’t move, and his smirk doesn’t fade. He does take a generous step back though, allowing almost an arm’s length between him and Carlos. Carlos relaxes slightly at that, breathing a soft sigh of relief when he’s able to free his back from the painful latch. But even with the space between them now, Jay’s eyes never leave his. Carlos hasn’t even seen him blink! And the lingering stare is making him shiver.

“Well, not all tolls have to be cash and stuff, do they?” Jay retorts, licking his lips a little. “I’ve accepted, other...forms of payment. But you know that, don’t you? Smart guy like you. I know you’ve heard the rumors.”

Carlos swallows again, his mouth feeling horribly dry all of a sudden. He has heard the rumors. How could he not? Jay and Mal are the big bads of the school. There’s plenty of stories being passed around by everyone, mostly pointing out the best ways to avoid bodily harm at the hands of the two of them. And while he has heard that both are mostly appeased by money or things to hock for money, the entire student body is also aware of Jay’s willingness to trade, physical pleasures, as well. Though Evie had made it clear that it’s usually girls that makes those kind of offers, the kind that Jay is happy to accept, Carlos can’t help but wonder if that’s what Jay’s implying right now. Because the way he looks at him, and the constant lazy scans of his eyes up and down Carlos’ body, are giving him pause. 

Can Jay be asking for that? From Carlos? That seems...impossible.

But then Jay leans back in, bracing an arm above Carlos with a brow cocked and a suggestive curl to his lips, and Carlos thinks it might actually be entirely possible.

“I think you know what I’m thinking.” Jay interrupts Carlos’ thoughts with a waggle of his eyebrows. “Up to you, pup. You barged into my bathroom and used my stall. Now, how are you going to make that up to me, hm?”

Carlos chews on his lip, refusing to dare a look at Jay. He’s not sure what to say if he did, so he keeps his eyes trained on his fingers, tangling and untangling them together while he thinks. 

Fuck, he really should have listened to Evie.

Both boys are distracted then by the slam! of the bathroom door and irritably loud clacks across the linoleum.

“Carlos?? Are you in here??”

Evie! Carlos bites back a smile.

“Ev-mmph!”

A hand claps over his mouth, with Jay’s eyes wide and glaring at him. Carlos squirms, twisting away from Jay’s hand and wriggling along the stall door in the process. Then they hear an audible sigh, followed by a few slower clicks forward.

“Carlos, I know you’re in there.”

He wants to answer, but Jay keeps his hand in place, putting a finger to his own lips to silence Carlos.

“Jay, I know you’re in there, too.”

Jay grits his teeth and rolls his eyes as Evie raps harshly on the door.

“Come on, boys. Do you think I can’t see your feet? Stop wasting my time and open up.”

Jay grumbles, dropping his hand from Carlos’ mouth and giving him the chance to scurry away from the door. Jay tries to reach for him again but Carlos slides back quickly, jamming himself behind the toilet and against the cement wall to avoid Jay’s grasp.

“Well fuck,” Jay grunts, giving Carlos a frustrated glare. At that moment they here the latch click, and Jay steps back just in time to avoid the door swinging open.

“Boys,” Evie scolds, her eyes stern as they dart between Jay and Carlos, before finally settling on the dark haired boy in front of her.

“And what do you think you’re doing, Jay?” she scolds, crossing her arms as she glares coldly at him. “You know you don’t belong in here.”

“Calm down, Blue,” Jay snickers. “You know damn well I go wherever I want. Besides, you’re the one in the men’s room, aren’t you? Last time I checked, you weren’t properly...equipped, to come in here.”

He glares back at her, a proud smirk splayed on his lips. But Evie doesn’t falter, stepping forward instead and marching her way slowly towards the other boy in the corner.

“As if I’d ever want to use a men’s room anyway,” she snaps back, reaching a hand towards Carlos, He grabs it, intertwining their fingers with a relieved smile. Evie flashes a grin his way before returning to Jay with a disgusted sneer.

“And you’ve never seen what I’m equipped with, so don’t you dare try to go around talking about me like I would actually stoop to being one of your little fucktoys.”

She gives Carlos a gentle tug and he springs quickly away from the wall, following Evie’s lead to stand behind her, placing her between him and Jay.

“This bathroom is neutral territory and you know it.” Evie grits, leaning into Jay’s face. “You’re this close to doing your own chemistry homework,” she threatens with a pinch of her fingers. “I bet Jafar wouldn’t be too keen on you getting kicked out of school and losing all your marks here.”

Jay scoffs and looks away, but stays silent. Evie breaks into a smug grin, shoving Jay lightly in the chest. “So, Carlos and I are going to leave now, and you can find another form of payment elsewhere. Got it?”

She whips away before Jay can respond and struts out of the stall, dragging Carlos along behind her. They manage to reach the door before Jay stomps out after them.

“Hey! You wanna be a little bitch then we could just re-nig on our deal! What do you think of that? Just leave you to the fucking wolves at this school. Puppy, too,” he adds with a nod to Carlos. “You’ll get beat so bad the first week you’ll be begging for us again!”

Evie’s gaze softens, and she looks at Jay with a bit of pity before turning back to Carlos.

“Sweetie, go right out the door and wait for me, ok?” Evie asks gently, but Carlos’ brow is furrowed, and he looks confused.

“But-”

“Carlos, please? I’ll be right out. We just need to...talk. It’ll just take a minute.”

Carlos watches her for a moment, searching her face. She smiles brightly at him, and he finally nods and walks out into the hall and leaves them alone.

Evie gives an exasperated sigh. “Look,” she starts, and she reachs for Jay’s hand to give it a squeeze. His eyes widen in surprise at the gesture. “I’m going to let this slide, ok? I just...don’t think you’re thinking straight right now.”

Jay throws a heated glare at Evie as her lips twitch into a smirk. “You don’t think you’re being subtle, do you?” she chuckles, shaking her head. “Carlos may not see what’s going on, but he’s the only one that’s clueless, Jay.”

She drops his hand and takes a step back, reaching for the door handle. “He’s my friend,” she whispers, just loud enough for Jay to hear. “And I’m going to protect him, so just...don’t do anything you might regret.” 

Evie pulls the door open slightly and moves to leave, but pauses when she hears Jay snickering behind her.

“What, is that supposed to be some kind of threat?”

She glances up through the doorway and catches a glimpse of Carlos just outside. His eyes are wide with curiosity and worry, and Evie can’t stop herself from smiling.

“Take it however you want, Jay,” she quips over her shoulder. “I was only trying to give you some friendly advice.”

“We’re not friends,” he hisses through his teeth.

"Maybe we’re not,” Evie replies coldly, “But we’re not enemies, are we? Unless you want to change that? You know where to find me if you do,” she teases with a wiggle of her fingers.

“Bye for now, Jay-Jay.”

Evie giggles to herself as she walks out of the bathroom, ignoring the muffled roars coming from behind the now closed door and looping her arm through Carlos’ to pull him along.

“We can study at my house tonight, ok? I just need to see about fixing one little problem and then we can get going.”

[viastro]

pretty u | boo seungkwan

ミ★ synopsis: in which vernon and chan come up with the brilliant idea to drown seungkwan in the wave pool to get your attention.

ミ★ genre: lifeguard!reader, humor, fluff

ミ★ warnings: mentions of peeing in the wave pool (is that even a warning ??)

ミ★ word count: 2,126

ミ★ pairings: seungkwan x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! there’s absolutely no trace of angst in this, and it’s been a really long time since i’ve written a oneshot without any angst HAHAHA this is just something lighthearted i came up with at like two am last night. hopefully you guys enjoy it ! remember to give lots of love to seungkwan <333

“Do we have to go into the wave pool? I’m pretty sure all the kids pee in it.”

“Don’t kids pee in every pool?” Chan counters, and Seungkwan frowns at that. The sudden realization that children and some grown adults will pee in any large body of water they see hitting him like a truck. Vernon laughs at Seungkwan’s facial expression changing into one of disgust, and pats him on the back. “It’s okay Seungkwan, we’ll all take a shower after we leave the waterpark anyways.” 

The three walk up to the wave pool with Seungkwan still being disgusted at the fact that children and some grown adults find the pool as their personal bathroom. That is, until he looks up and sees who’s at the lifeguard station. 

“Holy shit.” Seungkwan mutters, causing Chan and Vernon to look in the direction he’s staring at, just to find you sitting in the tall stool. You look around at the different people in the wave pool, making guesses in your head at who may be peeing as you also keep an eye out for anyone drowning. 

it’s how you find joy in your shift.

“Ooo~ Kwannie has a crush!” Chan teases, causing Seungkwan to reach out and slap his shoulder. “Shut up! I just thought they were pretty.” 

“Go and talk to them.” Vernon says, pushing Seungkwan in the direction of your lifeguard stand, just for Seungkwan to just head straight into the wave pool with no other thoughts. Vernon and Chan share a glance, before following after their red headed friend. 

“Since when have you been shy? You love talking to people.” Chan asks once they catch up to Seungkwan. They’re now thigh deep into the water, but Seungkwan keeps sneaking glances at you. 

“I bet that kid’s peeing right now. There is no reason for him to be looking that pleased in a god damn wave pool.” You mumble as you stare at the child with an odd smile on his face. You know, the one that you make after you’ve held in your pee for a long time and finally got to the toilet.

Yeah, that type of smile.

“I don’t know I’m nervous and they’re working! I don’t wanna bother them when they’re booked and busy. They gotta save lives you know.” Seungkwan tells the two, and they just frown at him as the water has now reached their chests. Chan and Vernon share another glance, before turning back to Seungkwan.

“That sounds like a bunch of excuses.” 

“And what about it?” Seungkwan asks, and Vernon squints at him. He opens his mouth to respond but Chan just lets out a laugh and steps in between them, stopping the two from almost having a brawl in the wave pool. “It’s fine! We can get Kwannie to talk to them later.”

“Aye now I didn’t say all that…” The two don’t listen to his protests as Vernon high fives Chan, telling him that’s a great idea. Seungkwan lets out a sigh of defeat, deciding to just stand around in the wave pool as they wait for the waves to come. 

He doesn’t know why his friends are so invested in his love life. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t been in a relationship since high school? And it only lasted two weeks because Seungkwan found out that they don’t like Wonder Girls? Vernon and Chan didn’t blame Seungkwan for that though. They know how much their best friend loves his girl groups. 

It’s nearing the end of summer break, and the trio decided to go to the water park as a means to end summer with a bang. If we ignore the fact that Seungkwan almost drowned, Vernon almost passing out when there was a drop on one of the slides, and that Chan fell off the floatie in the lazy river, then I guess he could say it was a rather successful day. Seungkwan sputters when Vernon splashes water into his face, knocking him out of his thoughts. 

“You gonna keep staring or are we going to have a water fight?” Chan asks with a playful smile, and Vernon motions for Seungkwan to come at them. “Alright, you guys asked for my wrath.”

Your eyes end up landing on a group of guys that look around your age that are laughing loudly as they splash each other. You raise an eyebrow when you take notice of the red head, and you find yourself entranced by how pretty he is. From his kind eyes, to his high cheekbones, and his infectious laughter, you find yourself smiling slightly. 

Vernon takes notice of your staring, and smirks to himself, coming up with a plan to get you and Seungkwan to talk. When Seungkwan turns around, Vernon quickly whispers the plan into Chan’s ear, and the youngest grins, nodding his head. 

“Alright, Seungkwan.” Vernon announces, and Seungkwan raises an eyebrow. He turns his head, only to feel his heart drop into his stomach at the mischievous smiles on Chan and Vernon’s faces. He takes a step backwards when he realizes that the waves are beginning to form.

“Whatever you guys are planning, the answer is no.”

“Okay well, we’re going to do it anyways.” 

???!!!???

“So basically, we’re going to the deep end.” Chan explains as Vernon steps forward and grabs Seungkwan’s arm, dragging him further into the wave pool without asking for permission. Seungkwan begins to protest, but he’s no match to Vernon’s strength as they go into the deeper part of the wave pool. “And then you’re going to pretend to drown.”

“I’m gonna what?”

“You’re going to pretend to drown, and then the pretty lifeguard will see. Then they’ll come and save you, and suddenly we do a time skip and you’re hearing the wedding bells.” Chan finishes, and Seungkwan just shakes his head vigorously. 

“Absolutely not.”

“Okay great. Hold your breath!” 

“WHA-” All Seungkwan gets is a mouthful of chlorine as the big wave comes and Vernon and Chan push his head underwater. He flails his arms above the water as another wave comes, and you squint in their direction when you see the red head not being able to swim.

“Oh shit.” You quickly take off your sweatshirt and leap into the water, swimming over to the trio who are trying to help the pretty boy out from under the water. Seungkwan kicks Vernon and Chan’s legs under the water, and they let him pop up to take a breath of air, “YOU SAID PRETEND TO DROWN!” 

“My bad!” Chan states before they shove his head back underwater.

“Excuse me!” You exclaim once you reach the three, and you help the pretty boy out of the water. He coughs once he’s out from under, and you hand him the floatie you have. He runs a hand through his wet hair, clinging onto the red floatie like a lifeline as the last big wave hits. 

“Are you okay? I think we should take you out of the wave pool.” You tell him, and Seungkwan nods his head. He’s incredibly embarrassed but he can’t really let it sink in due to the fact that his two best friends almost drowned him. 

You lead the pretty boy out of the wave pool, with you dragging him out as he holds onto the floatie. Vernon and Chan follow from behind, grinning at the sight of the two of you. 

Do they feel bad?

no <3

“I think I inhaled a whole lot of pee water when I was under.” Seungkwan mutters when the two of you finally make it out. You wrap a towel around him that you grabbed from one of the stations on your way over, and you giggle at what he said. 

“Honestly, whenever I’m on lifeguard duty I kinda just look around at all the kids and adults to see who may be peeing. I’m 98% sure that I saw a kid pee right before the wave hit.” You tell him, and you laugh when you see his expression morph into one of disgust. Seungkwan’s eyes sparkle at the sound of your laugh, and Vernon and Chan quietly squeal as they watch from the other table. 

“I can get you some water if you want. Swallowing pool water is kinda nasty.” You offer, and he shakes his head at you. “It’s okay. I’ll just have my friends go and grab me some since they’re the cause of me almost dying.” 

You nod your head as you remember them not making any move to help the poor guy once the wave started to hit. Seungkwan lets out a breath before extending his hand out towards you, “Hi, I’m Seungkwan. Thank you for saving me.” 

You grin, reaching out and grasping his hand, giving it a firm shake. You ignore the slight tingle in your stomach at the fact that you’re currently shaking the hand of someone so pretty, “Hi, I’m yn. I’m glad that you didn’t drown.” 

“You know what, me too.” Seungkwan tells you, and you let out another laugh, shaking your head at him. You turn and glance over at the pool once you hear your fellow lifeguard blow his whistle at you, waving his hand over so that you can go back to your post. You give Seungkwan a regretful smile as you stand up and begin walking back, “I have to go back to my spot now. Make sure to drink lots of water!” 

“What time do you get off?” Seungkwan asks, and you pause, turning back around so that you’re facing the pretty man. He’s staring at you with a hopeful expression on his face, and you feel a blush rise to your cheeks. 

“I get off at 5, so in around thirty minutes or so.” Seungkwan nods his head at this information, before giving you a thumbs up. “I’ll wait for you.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, before waving again and walking back over to your post. You run a hand through your hair, smiling as the feeling of excitement flows through you at the fact that you have a date after your shift is over.

While Vernon and Chan walk back over to Seungkwan, with Vernon placing a cup of water down before his friend who has a dazed expression on his face. “So… did the plan work?” 

Seungkwan bites the inside of his cheek, nodding his head, and the two punch the air in victory. However, Seungkwan glances up at the two, a death glare on his face as he stares at them. Vernon and Chan quickly stop celebrating, knowing that this may be the last thing they see before Seungkwan commits homicide.

“You’re gonna kill us?”

“Yup.”

“Can we at least get a head start?”

“No.”

“Shit.”

And with that, Vernon and Chan begin to speed walk away from Seungkwan, knowing that they aren’t allowed to run on the pool deck. However, Seungkwan is quick to catch up to the two, pulling them both into a headlock as they quickly scream out apologies. 

You watch the three play fight with an amused smile on your face, knowing that his two friends set up Seungkwan to drown so that they can catch your attention. You look away, biting back a smile at the fact that their plan worked though.

“What are you smiling about?” You turn your head to see the child you’re 98% sure peed in the pool staring up at you from the water. You raise an eyebrow, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Oh, you know. Just another day saving lives.” You respond, and the kid frowns at you. 

“But you’re just sitting there.” 

“And I’m 98% sure you peed in the pool, you wanna keep going?” You ask, and the kid scoffs before swimming away from you. He turns around to shout, “You’re mean!” 

“Use the bathroom next time! It’s just a few feet away!” 

“Damn. You two are perfect for each other.” Chan mutters after Seungkwan’s done choking the two. They’re all just sitting at the table, watching you argue with the child. Vernon nods his head in agreement when you stand up from your chair to point at the kid, “Yeah, you’re both snarky.” 

“And we also save peoples lives.” Seungkwan adds, and Chan tilts his head to the side. 

“You don’t save live-” Vernon quickly places his hand over Chan’s mouth to stop him from speaking when he notices Seungkwan’s eye twitching at them. Vernon laughs, patting Chan’s head, “Silly. Of course Seungkwan saves lives! He spared us from seeing God earlier.” 

Chan nods his head once Vernon removes his hand from covering his mouth, and Chan lets out a smile at their red haired friend. 

“Right… you save lives.” 

“Of course!”