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another-lost-mc · 7 months

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a/n: this is for a friend that celebrated a birthday this week. I hope it was a good one! 🎉

when it's mc's birthday | the demon brothers

2.6k words | nsfw | gn!reader | fluff and non-explicit smut

cw: my fav bias is showing again. mostly soft!demons. car sex; levi's tail gets its own warning; bathing together and bath tub sex; dream magic and implied dream sex.

Lucifer plans your birthday with the utmost care. He booked a reservation at your favourite restaurant so that he can treat you to an intimate dinner. He remembered the various items you've pointed out to him in the past while browsing through the Devildom's shopping district. He went back and bought every single one of them, and they're already wrapped and tucked away in the back of his closet for later.

After he walks you home from the restaurant, there's a bottle of Demonus on ice waiting in his room. You share a toast while he watches you open your gifts. You kiss his cheek, eyes shimmery and warm with so much affection, and he can't resist the urge to kiss you properly. A soft, booze-sweetened kiss leads to another kiss, and another, and another after that. He strips your clothes off slowly, like he's unwrapping a gift of his own. He memorizes the sight of your body stretched languidly against his dark sheets. He almost feels selfish for a moment because he wants you so desperately, but the lust simmering in your gaze makes his heart race. He knows how much you want him too, and he's powerless to deny you.

The first time he makes love to you, it's heat and frenzied passion, the build-up of coy anticipation that finally boiled over. He reaches for you throughout the night between quiet conversation and short naps. Each time he pulls your body close to his again, his lips whisper tender confessions against the delicate shell of your ear while he worships your body with his over and over again.

Mammon isn't very subtle. In the days leading up to your birthday, he asks random questions about things you might like or activities you're interested in. He wants to get a head start and beat his brothers to the punch. His fake nonchalance isn't convincing, but it's still endearing how much he truly cares. Who else should celebrate your birthday if not him? He's your first, and he's not going to let anyone else spoil you more than he does.

He tries to budget his money and curb his spending so he can afford whatever it is you ask for. If that fails, he takes on some less-than-prestigious part-time gigs for extra cash. You could ask him for the world and he'd find a way to scrimp and save and scavenge and steal if he has to so he can give you whatever you want. He doesn’t realize (or doesn't believe) that his company is what makes your birthday really special.

He dresses up nice and polishes his car to a high-shine to match your own stunning smile and natural radiance. It doesn’t matter what you wear because when he tells you how gorgeous you are, he’s so sincere. You outshine all the riches and jewels he used to dream about—now he dreams of you instead.

He takes you on a date that's sweet and light-hearted. He holds your hand and stares at you across the table with a dopey grin on his face when he thinks you're not looking. Once you're alone in his car, that boyish giddiness fades into something greedy and confident. You meet him halfway when he leans over to give you a kiss. When kissing isn't enough for either of you, you push the seat back so he can climb over and settle between your legs. He takes you apart in the cramped front seat of his car until your voice is hoarse and you push him away from sensitivity. The car smells musky with sweat and cum and he doesn't care that you made a bit of a mess on the seat. He palms himself on the drive home, and by the time you get to his room, he's eager to do it all over again in the comfort of his bed.

Levi isn't sure what to do for your birthday, but you offer to plan a little outing for the two of you. All he has to do is keep you company, right? He braces himself with a mantra he repeats over and over in his head: do it for them, do it for them, do it and LIKE IT because you love them. It ends up being a lot more fun than he expects: a lunch date at one of the cafes you both like followed by a movie you’ve been excited to see. You don’t make fun of his sweaty palm when you hold hands in line to buy movie tickets and overpriced snacks at the concession bar. There's a cute plushie on display where they sell collectible merch. He buys that for you too and shoves it into your arms before you can protest.

He relaxes when you take your seats and the theatre lighting dims as the movie starts. You lean against his shoulder and he's glad you can't see how pink his cheeks are. Partway through the film, he decides he likes the movie, but not as much as he enjoys your warm fingers laced with his.

He jolts suddenly when you pull your hand away and slide your fingers onto his denim-clad thigh instead. Your fingers squeeze with the tiniest bit of pressure and he nearly gasps at the unexpected wave of lust that washes over him. He glances at you in confusion—you're still focused on the screen, but he can see the little smile curling the edge of your mouth. He squirms a little and pretends not to notice your fingers drawing lazy circle-eights across his jeans, inching higher up his leg when he doesn’t stop you. And you're right, he's not going to stop you. You run a fingertip over the growing bulge hardening against the zipper of his jeans, just as you feel his tail slide onto your lap and tease the sensitive skin between your legs.

Satan decides to take a different approach when he sees how overwhelmed you are by his brothers' plans for your birthday. Sometimes simple is best and what could be more relaxing or romantic than your favourite home-cooked meal? He fusses in the kitchen until everything is cooked exactly to your liking, and the dish he serves you looks as good as it smells. His room is tidied enough so that a small table fits—he doesn’t want the others bothering you if he serves you in the dining room. There are dozens of candles that cast you both in an ethereal glow while you eat together. His room might not offer the rich ambience of Ristorante Six or the electric atmosphere of The Fall, but nothing outshines the romance he creates here, just for you.

Once dinner is finished and he tidies up the mess, he pulls you to your feet and wraps his arms around you in a slow dance. It's more like swaying back and forth together as a classical record plays quietly in the background. Candlelight flickers playfully along the walls of his room, and your face is painted by a mirage of shadow and flame. He eagerly traces those shapes on your skin with his tongue after he lays you on his bed, and by the time you're shaking and falling apart in his arms, you'll know how much he loves you.

Your birthday is another chance for Asmo to spoil you. Throughout the afternoon, he leads you to each of his favourite boutiques in the Devildom's shopping district. He holds up dozens of clothes against your body and admires how the colours bring out your eyes or compliment your complexion or how luxurious the fabrics are. He pretends that he didn't pick all these out to show you (and buy them for you) in advance.

When he finally takes you to Majolish, his greatest gift is revealing that he personally designed this outfit specially for you. It fits flawlessly and even you think you look amazing. It’s obvious that he poured his love and passion into creating this for you when no one else ever has before. It’s almost overwhelming, the way his smile radiates warmth when he looks at you. His eyes burn with all the ravenous love he feels for you. He loses control of himself and kisses you, pressing you against the changing room wall and sliding his thigh between yours. He doesn't want to stop, but he doesn’t have the time or space to touch you properly here. When he pulls his leg out from between yours, he misses the searing heat of your body against his. Perhaps it’s for the best that he take you home first—he would hate to get stains on your new outfit so soon.

(He originally planned on taking you to The Fall but he changed his mind. He’s not in the mood to share you with anyone else tonight.)

When he takes you home, he leads you straight to his private bathroom and urges you to get undressed while he gets everything ready. He draws a warm bath and the steamy air clings to you both like a second skin. You feel self-conscious about being naked even though he stands before you, waist-deep in the bathwater and just as naked as you are. He takes your hand and pulls you gently into the water with him. He supports your weight when you lean against his chest and his hands start to wander over your body. His fingers leave a soapy trail up and down your spine. He cradles your neck and leans forward, capturing your lips in another kiss because he can't possibly wait anymore.

The kiss reignites both your desperate desires to touch and be touched. He walks you back towards the edge of the tub. When your back touches the cool marble stone, he reaches behind your thighs and lifts you onto the edge; he swallows your half-hearted protest with his lips moving greedily against yours. His mouth moves away from yours, ghosting along the curve of your jaw and down your neck while his fingers gently pry your legs apart. He bends his head low once you’re spread open for him, hot and trembling and all his. His eyes glow bright when you tangle your fingers in his hair, and it’s the last thing you see before he dips his head between your legs.

It's not surprising that Beel plans to take you out for dinner on your birthday. It's a tricky proposition because it's easy for him to lose control of his hunger when he goes out to eat. He doesn't want his sin to ruin your birthday dinner, so he eats a meal's worth of food beforehand. Having a partially-full stomach means he's not going to be completely distracted by hunger—he wants to focus on you.

He likes taking you to nice restaurants and your birthday is no exception. You put on a new outfit he’s never seen you wear before, but it looks so good on you that he's drooling from the corner of his mouth before you even leave the house. The restaurant is cozy and everything on the menu sounds delicious. Your nose bunches up adorably when you can't decide what to order, and Beel suggests ordering one of everything. He laughs deep in his belly when you glance at him skeptically over the brim of your menu. His eyes are bright with mischief even though you know he's dead-serious. He simply grins at you from across the table and reminds you that he won't let the food wouldn’t go to waste.

It doesn't take long for your food to arrive. Beel enjoys watching you eat while you make little sounds of contentment between bites. He offers you food from his own plate to try. When your plate is empty, he worries you might still be hungry; he's only satisfied when you promise that you're close to bursting and completely full. He leads you out of the restaurant by the hand, and his other hand carries a bag full of leftovers to share with you tomorrow.

When he walks you home, he doesn't want to seem needy or presumptuous even though he's reluctant to end the night so soon. He pauses outside your door and kisses you softly, whispering happy birthday against your lips that still taste sweet from your dessert earlier. He can’t resist swiping his tongue across the seam of your mouth for one more taste, and the kiss deepens when you part your lips for him. You only break the kiss just long enough to open your door and pull him inside your room before slamming the door shut again. Your hands tug impatiently at his waist, and he shivers at the metallic clink of his belt buckle coming undone. He can sense hunger rising inside you again, and when he pushes you gently onto the mattress and covers your body with his own, he realizes your appetite is as insatiable as his own.

Belphie doesn't mind if the others want to take the initiative and plan your birthday party. He prefers it that way, actually. When his brothers ask for his input, he recommends something casual at the house, nothing too fancy. He wants you to be happy and relaxed and spoiled where you can be comfortable.

He sneaks into town to buy you a gift before the party, of course—something you mentioned to him in passing once that was too expensive for you to justify buying at the time. He and Beel wrap the presents they bought you in their room. Belphie's present looks insignificant compared to the large pile of gifts stacked near your birthday cake. He's not worried, especially when your eyes light up when you open it. You're just as appreciative of his small gift as you are of the others you receive. He knows you so well.

(You keep the contents of his card to yourself: a reminder that he has something special to give you later.)

Sometimes when he takes you to the attic for bed, he falls back against the mattress and waits impatiently for you to crawl on top of him. There's no hint of his lazy smugness tonight though. His hands are gentle but efficient when he strips your clothes away first before taking off his own. He follows you down onto the bed and smothers your body with his. The soft mattress cushions you when he grinds against you, and it squeaks from the force of his thrusts when he rocks inside you too. Your skin is littered with the little marks he sucks and nibbles into your skin. He cleans you with a warm, damp cloth after because your thighs and belly are covered in a sticky mess of you and him. He takes care of you with so much tenderness. You’re already snoring lightly by the time he's finished, and he cuddles against you with a yawn.

Shortly after you fall asleep, you dream of him. It’s a shared illusion between you conjured with the sleepy brand of magic he commands. You writhe against him in your sleep as the embers of lust continue to burn deep inside you. When the dream ends, you both wake up and instinctively reach for each other as the remnants of the dream fades away. He kisses you breathless despite your stale morning breath. You whimper against his mouth and he rolls over until you're underneath him again. After indulging in a night of dreamy, lustful sins, you're both still desperately eager for more.

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g3tosugu · 4 months

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can’t get enough

wriothesley x f!reader

wc: 1.7k

cw: reader is neglecting their health, fainting and i think that's it, but please do tell me if i missed one!

synopsis: you pick up an extra shift at Cafe Lutece but, it proves to be too much on your body as you continue neglecting your needs and Wriothesley is there to figure out why.

a/n: eeek! first post hope u like it :3c i've never written genshin stuff before which is why this is kinda short lol so please forgive me if it's not that good!!

Picking up another shift at Cafe Lutece whilst you were in the middle of prepping and training to begin work at the Fortress of Meropide was probably not the best decision you have ever made in your life. You could have easily quit your job or asked for more leniency with your scheduling and Arouet would surely understand if you explained the situation you were in. The only issue with that was you didn't want to also put him in the tight spot of having to find a replacement, especially since the Cafe was already short staffed at the current time. And now, you have decided to overwork yourself more.

The place was absolutely jam packed with people. There was a pretty intensive trial that was held today and the people who attended were starving and eager to chat about the turnout of the trial over a meal. You're not sure why you set yourself up for disappointment when you convinced yourself it wouldn't be too busy because of the rain. Instead of being a nice regular 8 hour shift, you instead were met with a very busy and never ending 10 hour shift. When you arrived an hour earlier to the Cafe today you had no idea that extra hour of leisure time was going to be something that was so vital. Too late now. You finish your shift as efficiently as you possibly could with what little energy you had left in your system.

As you exited the building, you were met by Arouet who had been out saying his farewells to the final customers of the evening. "Thank you so much again for all your help today Y/n! I really don't know what I would have done without you" he thanked you with a warm smile. You tried your best to muster a more enthusiastic response, but all you could bring yourself to do is give him a tired smile and say "Don't worry about it, boss. It's my pleasure to help you as you have helped me by giving me this job".

When you moved to Fontaine from your home of Monstadt you didn't have anything. Sure, you had your bag you had packed with things of sentimental value and some clothing but, that was it. You couldn't even bring mora with you because you had none to your name due to never having to work back in Monstadt. Your family had always taken care of you. So when you were telling them about you moving so far away, they tried to give you basic starter funds but you declined. You even lied and told them you had some mora saved from doing favors and chores for other people (usually older people) just so they wouldn't worry further. With your lack of job experience and no funds or place to go, Arouet saw how determined you were to make the most out of your situation and decided to give you a job as a waitress.

Arouet studied your face for a moment before giving a sympathetic smile. "You look like you could use a nice relaxing evening and you deserve it. Go home and be safe and please take the day off tomorrow" he gently patted your shoulder. The sudden contact and thought that you get a whole day off the next day made you perk up a little more, "Oh, thank you so much, boss! I will and same to you as well, of course. I just have somewhere to stop and then I will go home for the night".

The first few times you entered the Fortress of Meropide it was a very nerve wracking experience. You had no idea if it was a rowdy and rugged environment or a serious and strict one. But, you soon realized it wasn't as horrific and terrible as you initially thought it would be. Regardless, it was still to be considered a dangerous environment. Thankfully, with Wriothesley around, you never felt like you needed to worry.

As the guards walked you up to the large metal doors to the Duke's office, you heard a familiar voice call out to you from the cafeteria area. "Y/n! Wait!" she ran up to you enthusiastically. "Hello Sigewinne" you patted the half Melusine girl on the head and smiled at her. "What are you doing here? I didn't think you were stopping by since you seemed to be working late" she smiled up at you, but everything started to feel fuzzy. Your eyelids became harder to keep open, your vision was going in and out of focus and you started seeing spots. "Y/n?" Sigewinne called out to you, worried by your lack of response and the way you were looking physically. Before you could give her the reassurance you so desperately wanted to, you collapsed to the ground.

"Y/n! Oh no..." Sigewinne quickly walked to your side and began trying to rouse you awake. The guards that were with you quickly clamored around you to protect you from any onlookers. In the midst of the sudden event, the loud metal doors to the Dukes office opened and out came Wriothesley. "What's all the commotion out here about?", his eyes searched for just a split second before they landed on Sigewinne standing over your unconscious form with a very troubled look on her face. "Everyone move" Wriothesley ordered the guards and they immediately met his demand in return. He quickly knelt down and picked you up bridal style and started carrying you towards his office. "Wait! We need to take her to the infirmary so I can perform a proper check up!" Sigewinne tried to stop him. "You can treat her in here can't you? I don't want her out here. I want to be able to keep an eye on her" his gaze was serious and his jaw was set. He was clearly fully intent on doing this, so Sigewinne just sighed and nodded in response as she followed him into his office.

Your eyes fluttered open and you searched around your environment to try and decipher where you had ended up. Wriothesley's office. "You're awake?" you heard Wriothesley rise from his chair and walk around his desk. You slowly began to sit up and when your eyes met his, you looked away in embarrassment. You knew Sigewinne checked your condition and told him you were neglecting your needs. You had hardly eaten and you weren't sleeping a full night's rest for the past week. His eyes said it all to you. He was disappointed.

After a moment of you avoiding looking at him while also feeling his own gaze piercing right through you, you sighed. "You're disappointed in me" you looked down at your hands in your lap. "Disappointed?" his face had confusion present on it but, you fail to see it as you are still too afraid to look him in the eyes. "Oh no, I've probably frightened Sigewinne terribly, I should go show her I'm alright" you try to quickly excuse yourself from the situation. "I don't think so" Wriothesley firmly but gently grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him so he could swiftly lift you onto his desk, his palms planted firmly on the desk at your sides, effectively caging you in. You're still looking away from him. "Come on sweetheart, look at me. Please?" his voice soft in a way to show you that he isn't upset with you.

You slowly raised your head and finally met his eyes. He looked at you in a way that made you feel like you were the answer to all problems in the world. Like you were something precious and sacred. "There she is" he smiled warmly. The smile you gave in response wasn't one the same warmth in return, it was an apologetic one. "You've been overworking yourself, haven't you?" he tried to coax you to explain yourself. You nodded, "I took an extra shift at Cafe Lutece today while I've been prepping to become a nurse here". "Oh? You're going to be working here? How was I not made aware of this?" he asked as he finally moved away from you to fold his arms across his chest.

The guilty expression on your face made him let out a soft, "Y/n...". "I told Monsieur Neuvillette to keep it a secret because I was afraid you wouldn't allow me to pursue it" you admitted. "I see" he nodded and sighed. "Well, I just want to say first and foremost" he moved toward you again and placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, "I'm not disappointed in you. Not for what happened today or for keeping this secret from me" he reassured. "I also want you to know that you can do whatever you want. I don't ever want you to consider my own thoughts if you are going to put them above your own. At that point my feelings don't entirely matter do they? You are free to do as you please" he gently lifted your chin with his hand so you could look at him again.

"Besides, you act like I wouldn't want to see this gorgeous face everytime I come into work" he grinned as he removed his hand from your chin. You smiled the first genuine happy smile all day. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you want to be a nurse down here?" he asked as he took your hand in his to help you steadily hop down from his desk. "Well, I would love to work with Sigewinne of course. You know I adore her and I know she could teach me a lot of things. Her point of view in life is always so fascinating and wonderful to me as well" you went on to explain. As you went on, Wriothesley just had the most lovesick expression plastered on his face and you made note of it. "And don't act like I don't want to see your gorgeous face everyday when I come to work" you use his own words on him with a grin. He chuckled and shook his head "You're a very dangerous woman". "Hmm, maybe I've just been around you too much" you joke. Instead of laughing in response with you, he pulled you against him by your waist. "I don't know about you, but you could never be around me too much" his eyes studied every detail of your face, "No, matter of fact. I can't get enough of you sweetheart".

#genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley fluff

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avocado-writing · 3 months

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crawling in as per your bg3 request..

astarion with a tav/reader that’s just constantly cold, like shivering a little bit all the time and their hands & feet are just. ice cold

rating: T

pairing: astarion x reader

“Good gods, you’re freezing!” Astarion complains as his hand accidentally brushes yours before it jolts back in shock. You groan.

“I know.”

“Even more than me, and I’m practically a corpse.”

“Yes, thank you, Astarion,” you mutter through your gritted jaw. You’re having to clench your teeth together in order to prevent them from chattering, although unfortunately you’re having little success. As if in apology your paramour shifts in his cocoon of an embrace around you, bringing you against him tighter.

This is a new level of cold, even for you.

You always run on the chilly side. You can often be found scooted up close to the fire when you make camp, or tucked in the corner of your tent with extra blankets on top of your bedroll. It’s always been bearable, a bit funny, even - something to joke about with your travelling party - but that was until you got to the Shadow Lands.

You haven’t been able to feel your fingers or toes for days. It’s torture. The sun doesn’t shine in this place so of course there’s no warmth. You can get a good night of sleep at Last Light Inn where Isobel’s magic keeps it at bay, but on the road? Well, there’s no hope. You’re reduced to a shivering wreck.

Though Astarion complains, he has been trying to help you where he can. Right now he’s holding you in his arms, attempting to warm you up with his nonexistent body heat. Acting as if the pair of you are just normal lovers and not two weirdos thrown together by fate while attempting to stop a mindflayer invasion.

A scant few weeks ago he’d have been offering to warm you up in a rather more physical way; with him buried inside of you, lips ghosting your neck, hands on whatever willing flesh he could find. But your relationship has changed, now. Evolved. Become something more, something solid and real. He’s not so eager to dive beneath the covers - at least like that - and you wouldn’t ask him to. You’ll give him all the time he needs.

It’s nice, what’s happening between the two of you. But at the moment you’re turning every cuddle into a mass of shivering limbs.

Astarion sighs again. But then he speaks and it’s gentle.

“You know, you could ask Karlach to come and act as your hot water bottle. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Or maybe that druid, Halsin - he’s been looking at you like he wouldn’t mind cuddling up…”

Though he tries to joke you can tell there’s an undercurrent of self-doubt in there. You harrumph and settle deeper into his arms, opting for a simple retort:

“I don’t want them, I want you.”

You feel him still against you at that unexpected flash of affection. Process it. Then he slowly extricates himself from your grasp.

A little whine slips from your throat and he pats the top of your head.

“Now, now. Stay put, pet, and I’ll be right back.”

You grumble but do as you’re bid. He steps out of your tent and you have no choice but to remain as a frozen little ball, foetus-curled and chilled to the bone. It’s a relief when he returns with more blankets and a pot of tea, likely brewed over the fire pit outside.

“Where did you get—?” you begin to ask, as he tucks the extra bedding around you.

“Well, Gale is fast asleep, he won’t notice he’s missing them until the morning,” Astarion reasons. You laugh, not sure if he’s joking or not, but not really wanting to know the truth - you’re holding onto this even if it was pilfered off the camp’s resident wizard.

You watch as Astarion pours you both a cup from the little metal teapot. Steam rises soothingly from it, warming up the tent interior. It makes sense he has one for you, of course, but…

“I thought you didn’t like drinking tea,” you say. What you mean is, I thought you didn’t like drinking anything that wasn’t blood.

“I don’t,” Astarion sighs, but brings the cup to his lips and chugs it down anyway. It must be far too hot to be comfortable, and you’re about to ask what he’s doing - but then he reaches out to untangle your hands from where you have them vice-gripping the edges of your blankets. He folds them in his own, softly and sweetly, then brings them to his mouth where he breathes out a long, slow stream of tea-warmed breath into your palms.

“Oh, Astarion…” you whisper, finally able to feel your fingers for the first time in days. You feel him smile against your hands.

“Mmm, I wouldn’t get used to it,” he tells you in a way which suggests he wouldn’t really mind you getting used to it at all.

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#astarion fic #astarion x you #astarion imagine #astarion x reader #astarion x tav

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hyunverse · 1 year

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boyfriend activities ♡⊹ stray kids

stray kids ot8 x reader.

genre — fluff, headcanons.

note — requests are open!! feedback is highly appreciated & this is a collab with user @ariesfiey and by collab i mean we giggled about this in our dorm room. also u can kind of see who's my bias frm this. . . lol

BANG CHAN . . . is the type of boyfriend who'd love late night drives. life in the dorm could be hectic, adding on his work load too. . . ? so much stress. there are times when he needs quiet time, resulting to you receiving a text from him — saying something along the lines of: "pick you up in ten, feeling like going on a late night drive right now." the air-conditioner would be at the right temperature, music at the right volume. in case it gets a little too cold for you, do not fret, he always has an extra jacket hung on the seat for you. he has a playlist specially for late night drives with you, filled with sensual songs that remind him of you. lots of the neighbourhood and cigarettes after sex in the playlist. as chan drives, you could hear the tapping of his pointer against the steering. he'd go for a drive-thru at mcdonalds as well, for nuggets and ice cream. you don't have to worry about a thing, just sit still and pretty beside him and sing along with him. on nights when the stars are exceptionally bright, he'd park at a field and drag you to lay down on grass. stargazing with him is always nice — simply laying in silence as cicadas sing, basking in the warmth of his body beside yours. he's a sucker for holding hands as well, so you'll never feel your hands get cold.

LEE KNOW. . . would take you cafe-hunting. it's a known fact that minho's the kind to be eager to visit famous cafes. he's not a fan of tiktok but ever since you mentioned the abundance of cafe content on tiktok, he downloaded it solely to look at cafe reviews. he'd even go to the lengths of reading articles too. if you ever look at his google bookmarks, it's filled with articles of cafes he'd love to take you someday. while you're at it, check his notes app too — there's a folder entitled "y/n," full of places to visit with you and even your interests. if he wants to visit a particular place with you, he'd have to check if the place fulfills your likes and dislikes, wouldn't he? he wouldn't just take you to any trendy place, he'd double-check to ensure that the cafe serves the types of food you like, the scenery you enjoy. a lot of the cafes he takes you to have pretty backgrounds so he could snap beautiful pictures of you. minho's also the type of boyfriend to hold your doors and drag a chair out for you. a total gentleman. you wouldn't have to lift a finger with him — he'll plan the date, he'll do the reserving, he'll open the doors, hell, he's the one to swipe his credit card against the merchant. one of the cafes he'd take you to would definitely be a cat cafe. you and cats? heaven in earth for him. minho has special places he never shows anyone but you're an exception. he'd happily show you the spots he'd go to everytime life gets a little tough.

CHANGBIN. . . is a family person. the moment your relationship gets serious, don't be shocked to find out that he constantly talks about you to his family. changbin's family is everything to him, so he'd definitely let them know about the person he's currently dating. just three months in, and he's already inviting you to his family gatherings. (only if you're comfortable, of course!) if you get nervous, he'd gladly give you tips to win over his family's heart. when you help his mother out in the kitchen, he'd lean against the door frame in awe, watching his two favourite people work together. extra points if you bring a fruits basket for his family — you could visibly see him swoon even more for you. on the dinner table, you'll be shocked to hear his mother ask you questions about work, saying things like, "so i heard you just started a new job, how's it going?" it really shows that he truly talks about you to his family a lot. his mother even has a couple pictures of you two together in her phone, for her to show it off to other relatives.

HYUNJIN. . . thinks picnics is the most intimate activity ever. the thought and the care you'd have to put into having a picnic is a lot. he loves the process of having a picnic — from choosing a spot, preparing the food down to having it itself. he'd happily drive around to look for spots to have a picnic at, would save the location in his phone. usually, hyunjin would choose a spot with colorful flowers scattered across green grass. he's not one to wake up early in the morning but if you suggest a picnic at dawn then he's totally down. would be glad to be waken up early solely to help you prepare the food for the picnic. he's half-asleep on the kitchen counter seat while you make sandwiches but hey, the little snores he lets out is adorable. he thinks it's cheesy that you cut the sandwiches into heart shapes but you know he secretly adores it. if he hates it so much, he wouldn't take pictures of them to upload on bubble, would he? on days when hyunjin feels particularly fancy, he'd help you make a charcuterie board. he'd wake up early in the morning to take you grocery shopping, an airpod in his ear and the other in yours as you stroll down the aisles hand in hand in search of ingredients. he'd look for seedless grapes and the best tasting cheese. i can see him being excited to organize the ingredients onto a wooden platter, would even request you to pop the grapes into his mouth like he's some sort of king. hyunjin would also pack his sketch book and art supplies. he'd make you pose and paint a portrait of you. the reward you'll get is kisses in between the painting session. if you're the artsy type, he'd definitely ask you to paint him too, wants to see how you perceive him. he finds you so pretty when he slips a flower in your hair (or your hijab!) homeboy would take a gazillion pictures of you on his camera. when neither of you feel like painting, he'd write love poems. he'd write the most endearing verses about you — how he thinks you're the most enchanting person he's ever met. sometimes, he'd take kkami along too! you'd end up laughing while watching him and his beloved puppy play fetch, it's like your own little family. picnics with hyunjin are always intimate, you could lay down on the blanket with him for hours.

HAN. . . is a homebody. lounging around in his room with you is sufficient for him. jisung doesn't mind repetitive routine, so much that it has become an unspoken routine for you to pop up by his door every wednesday only in his sweatshirt and his sweatpants which you stole ages ago. despite expecting your visit, he always has the biggest grin ever at the sight of your darling face. the automatic question you'll get everytime you show up is: "wanna order takeout?" the two of you already have your favourite restaurants' numbers in favourites. even the servers would already remember your names and usual orders. he loves holding you on the couch, bodies entangled while watching a tv show or a movie. jisung would totally try to get you into anime — would make you watch his favourite ones. i feel like he'd enjoy animes like jujutsu kaisen and attack on titan — you can't tell me his favourite character wouldn't be itadori yuji. don't fret, he'd take into account your suggestions as well. he had written the shows you and him plan to watch somewhere in his notes app. days when felix happen to be baking would be the best, he'd steal brownies from the younger, earning groans. oh! and if he finds out you watched a latest episode of a show without him, he'd turn all whiny. series of "you don't love me anymore," "you're a traitor!" would slip past his lips.

FELIX. . . is a baker through and through! everybody knows this boy unwinds by baking, and he'd happily bake with you! you never not have a good time with this boy, he's so passionate when it comes to baking. would send you recipes he wants to try, is even generous enough to share his brownies recipe with you. he'd stand behind you, one hand on your waist and the other on your hand as you mix the ingredients in a bowl. occasional flour fights, no doubt about it — so much fun that sometimes seungmin and jeongin would join in. you can send a recipe video on tiktok and he'd immediately reply by saying, "let's go!" the next thing you know, he sends you a picture of a grocery cart full of the ingredients required. loves baking cookies with you, to the point where he'd make ones with fun shapes. on days when you're stressed at work, you'll find a container of heart-shaped cookies along with a note on your office desk. isn't he the most precious angel? he'd suggest to bake extra too, to send to your family and friends :(( near the holidays, you two would have a gingerbread house competition. loser has to do the winner's laundry for a week! he'd get so competitive. expect him to be so focused, tongue poking out at the side of his mouth, piping bag tightly held in hand. so focused that even when you swipe some batter onto his cheek, he wouldn't notice. he'd decorate his gingerbread house so prettily, full of m&ms as festive lights and icing sugar as snow. he claims that it's your future house with him. felix would be such a darling boyfriend.

SEUNGMIN. . . is your typical english major. his love for books would infect you as well. an ideal date for him would be to bask in each other's company, a book in each one's hands. at times you'd read in his room, at a cafe or at a library. . . any peaceful place you can find. you'd be seated on his lap, head buried in his chest. he would be holding the book over your head, legs wrapped around your waist. reading dates become so often that you'd have a designated spot at your local library. it's a spot by a window sill, overlooking a lake, with two bean bags (though you usually share one) and a marble coffee table. even the librarian knows the two of you! coos everytime you walk in with him, hand wrapped around his pinky. after your reading sessions you'd walk to a cafe nearby to get donuts and coffees. i believe seungmin is one to dog-ear his pages and open the book as wide as he could. you can lecture him and get him bookmarks yet he wouldn't listen — in his opinion, how destroyed a book gets mirror how much he enjoyed reading it. this boy annotates his book too — thoughts scribbled onto pages, some words circled. the cutest thing is when you find certain scenes underlined, with "reminds me of y/n" written at the side. seungmin pretends to be unbothered but he's actually such a pining boyfriend at heart. he remembers your favourite genres, so it's not a shocker if he gifts you a book out of nowhere, without any special occasion. i also think that he would want to annotate one book together with you! your annotations would be in blue, his in black. it's nice to reread and see the annotations, they make him smile.

I.N. . . is a sucker for matching outfits! so much that he literally plans to match an outfit with you three days ahead of the planned date. some of the matching outfits you'd do is him in a green sweatshirt, while your skirt is the same colour. it's not the exact same outfit, it matches in a subtle yet obvious way. he gets so into matching outfits with you that he has a whole pinterest board dedicated to matching outfits inspiration. the name of the pinterest board would be some corny shit he would never admit to you. this man would quite literally lay out the clothes for you on your bed. all you'd have to do is to put them on. would want to do your make-up as well! you'd sit in front of him on the floor, legs criss-crossed as he dabs blusher onto your cheeks. puckers up his lips in order to make you pucker up yours, then would put on lipstick carefully. after you're done, be ready to twirl in front of him about a billion times. he just can't get enough of you! can't get enough of how beautiful you look in an outfit matching his, can't get over the pretty smile youd have plastered on your face. he's also the type to take mirror selfies with you. it's a must for him to have at least one mirror selfie with you everytime you coordinate clothes. would change his lockscreen to a different mirror selfie every week too. it's to the point where the boys would notice — jeongin gets teased for being damn whipped but he doesn't care. he enjoys doing it with you, anyway. also! sneaky pictures! jeongin would 100% sneakily take candid photos of you, for the times when he misses you. he'd adoringly stare at those photos. everytime he comes home from tour, he'd buy you clothes or souveniers that he thinks you'd like. he never takes off the matching rings he has with you either — it's embedded on his skin like a tattoo. jeongin's big on matching things and giving gifts — and he's not shy to let it be known.

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 10 months

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MINISKIRT!

out of options and eager to win your approval, kaiser takes up ness’s advice to weasel interest out of you by dressing up. kaiser puts his plan to action and works on sprucing himself up, and he’s determined to see results—even if it comes at the price of your peace.

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It was no question that Kaiser was an eccentric man. Even though he knew that he wasn’t quite like other kids his age, he never really cared that much about whether or not people approved of his behavior or not. Kaiser was rich and successful, and he was acknowledged by the entire world thanks to his irreplaceable skills.

He had no reason to be friendly or to change his behavior. He was happy as he was, and everyone else was simply inferior to him.

That was, until the poor boy fell madly in love with you. And unfortunately for him, you had zero desire to associate with someone as narcissistic and awful as he was.

So what Kaiser had to do was clear: find a way to appeal to you and make it so that you have no choice but to fall madly in love with him too. Flaunting his money or his status did nothing to impress you, and if anything, it made you think that he was a spoiled brat that cared only about himself.

Desperate and completely out of options, Kaiser had no choice but to ask for help from those around him.

“Take them out to dinner!”

“Woo them with flowers!”

“Tell them you can’t live without them!”

It wasn’t until Ness slyly came up to Kaiser and offered him a suggestion that the lightbulb finally went off in Kaiser’s head.

“Kaiser, why don’t you try dressing up a little more? You’re already handsome as is, but they probably only see you when you’re all sweaty and grimy after practice. Maybe putting on some nice clothes and freshening up your makeup will make it harder for them to turn you down!”

Cue Kaiser waking up extra early the next day in order to doll himself up. The poor boy was running out of options to impress you, and the more you rejected him, the more desperate he got. You were the only person to ever make him work this hard for anything, and Kaiser would do anything if it meant that you would give him a chance.

Stepping out of his hot shower, Kaiser slicked back the long strands of his blond-blue hair. He carefully wiped off some of the steam that had accumulated on his mirror, and he flashed a dazzling smile at his reflection. Not that he meant to toot his own horn, but even in his eyes, he was beautiful. He had a body so toned that he could put any Greek god to shame, and the lingering water drops from his shower dripped down his muscled chest and abs tantalizingly.

God, he was sexy.

Satisfied with himself, he brushed his fingers over the tattooed roses on his neck before hurriedly drying his hair off with a towel and sitting himself down in front of his dresser. An assortment of skincare products and makeup were strewn around, and the boy got to work slapping on all sorts of moisturizers, body butters, and whatever he could get his hands on. Confidently rubbing product into his soft skin, Kaiser continued to make googly eyes at his own reflection while imagining how blown away you’d be at his new transformation.

“You’re so handsome, Kaiser!” The you in his imagination squealed. “How could I ever reject you? You’re the only one for me!”

His heart swelled with anticipation as he reached for his bright red eyeliner, and he carefully slid the pencil around the outline of his eyes. He waited patiently for the pigment to dry before blinking a few times, making sure the color contrasted the dazzling blue of his eyes. He swore that the moment he finished getting all prettied and dressed up for you, that poor heart of yours didn’t stand a chance against him.

He swiftly finished putting on his other makeup: adding a bit of tint to his lips, sculpting his brows, making sure not a single hair was out of place. Kaiser practically tore apart his closet looking for something suitable to wear before settling on a simple but sleek set of designer clothes. A pair of nice dark pants would go along nicely, and a button-up with some of the top buttons purposefully left undone would give you a perfect peek of his chest. It wasn’t too flashy, but Kaiser deemed that to be perfect. He wouldn’t want his clothes to steal away all the hard work he had done in making sure his physical features would shine.

The boy snapped a few pictures of himself all glammed up and dressed to Ness, confidence only growing when his trusty lackey gave him all the validation he needed. And with that, Kaiser stole one last glimpse of his completely remade self in the mirror and left the comfort of his living quarters, desperate to find you.

And it didn’t take him long. Your face instinctively twisted into a scowl the instant you saw the blond sauntering towards you, only to change into mild surprise when you saw him looking the way he did.

“If it isn’t the very person I was looking for!” Kaiser slung his arm around your shoulders as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and he blew a kiss at you. “Just seeing you makes my day, did you know that?”

“Keep your stinky lips to yourself, you idiot,” you grumbled, trying to put as much space between yourself and Kaiser without outright pushing yourself away from him. You looked the boy up and down, taking in his glossy hair, sleek face, and his meticulously chosen clothes. “You look really fancy today. Are you going somewhere?”

He shook his head. “Nope. I’m not going anywhere too fancy. Well, other than the journey to your heart.”

Your jaw nearly dropped. Every inch of skin crawled at his cheesy flirting, and had it not been for the fact that you knew how to conduct yourself in front of others, you would have thrown up right there and then onto Kaiser’s pricey shoes. “You’re sickening, Kaiser! Did you get dressed up to impress me?”

“Right on!” Kaiser winked confidently at you. “I woke up extra early just to do all of this for you. Don’t I look good, darling? C’mon, there’s no need to be shy! Praise me! Tell me I look handsome, and tell me that your eyes are only for me!”

You bit your tongue, trying your hardest not to let your patience snap when you saw Kaiser flaunting himself with you. What did you expect from someone like him? He was a thorn in your side, determined to bud and flower into something more. Scolding him and rebuking him like this would do nothing for you; Kaiser thrived off of your attention, no matter how frosty your non-existent love for him was.

“There’s no way in hell I’m going to do that!” You snapped at him. You could quickly feel a Kaiser-induced headache coming in, and the boy happily clung to you, harping about how you’d never find anyone as good-looking or as hard-working as him.

“You’re so mean to me,” Kaiser whined. A hint of a grin danced at the edges of his lips, telling you that he wasn’t taking your frustration seriously at all. “You have no clue how much money I spent to pull off this look! I went shopping all over, buying the best kinds of skincare products and makeup, and I handpicked these clothes too… Would it hurt for you to tell me that I look good? Please? Pretty please, darling?”

“Why do you care so much about what I think? Haven’t I made it clear enough that you do nothing but annoy me?” You grumbled under your breath, doing your best to shake yourself clear of the German. His grip on you only tightened, and he pouted, sticking his plump lips out.

“Because I love you. I love you very, very much, darling! How about just once? Just one time? Even you have to admit that it’s clear I spent a lot of time dressing up. Nothing wrong with rewarding my efforts, is there?” He flashed a big grin at you, and he batted his eyelashes excitedly as if he was tempting you into seeing his stubborn way of view.

“Will you leave me alone if I say you do?”

Kaiser shrugged coyly. “Maybe. Doesn’t hurt to give it a try, does it? Who else is going to fawn over me if you don’t? And don’t say Ness—I only like genuine praise. Flattery only gets you so far.”

As much as you hated it, you had to admit: he did look good. Maybe it was how much he had goaded you or how desperate you were to shake him off, but Kaiser was, indeed, breathtakingly beautiful. Even when he wasn’t formally dressed up like this, his fans and others constantly gushed about how good-looking he was. People would always praise his well-toned body, built through his years of hard training and practice, or his delicate features.

All parts of him that could easily become yours if only you bore your heart to him.

In short, this was a gamble that you were willing to take. If he refused to get off of you even after you praised him, you could stomp your way to Noa’s office and demand that the Frenchman rip Kaiser off of you or something. You swore that on some days, Kaiser felt more like a clingy cat than he did a world-renowned soccer star.

You exhaled deeply, your pride catching between your teeth. Spitting out the words as if it was sour candy in your mouth, you made a strangled noise. “...Fine. You look handsome, Kaiser.”

He turned his ear towards you, barely hiding the laughter in his voice. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you!”

This stupid idiot!! Your blood boiled, and heat flushed your face in embarrassment. You gritted your teeth, bloodlust flooding your veins. You wished you could smack him away and strangle him to get rid of him once and for all, but you knew he could easily overpower you or simply play your anger off as some kind of twisted flirting. That was Kaiser’s skill, deluding himself into every interaction with you was you reciprocating his insane crush.

“I! SAID!” You shrieked, clutching your fists together by your side. “YOU! LOOK! VERY! HANDSOME!”

Kaiser backed off of you, and when you took in a deep breath and stole a glance at him, he was gleefully gloating to himself. He flipped his long hair over his shoulder, straightening his back to stand up tall and puffing his chest out. “Why, thank you so much, darling~ That wasn’t too hard now, was it? Besides, I always knew you found me handsome. If I knew you would praise me so easily after getting pretty like this, I would have done it so much more earlier!”

You glared daggers at him. “Don’t you dare delude yourself into thinking my praise for you is real! I swear to god, Kaiser, if you come to me like this again, demanding I give you any more attention, I’ll make you regret ever meeting me! I’ll make it so that you’ll never play soccer again!”

He clasped his hands to his face, and he visibly swooned. “You? Threatening me? Oh, are you going to put your hands on me, sweetheart? Gosh, that’s hardly a punishment for me… You really are such a flirt-”

You turned on your heel, practically punching Kaiser in the ribs to get him away from you. The boy let out a small yelp, stumbling after you as you stormed off as fast as you could.

Screw Kaiser, and screw entertaining him in order to get him off of your hands. It was clear that you needed something heavy hitting, and if he wasn’t going to take you seriously, you were going to find someone that he would take seriously. You angrily stomped through the Blue Lock facility’s hallways, eyes scanning the monotonous rooms in hopes that Noa’s would come up soon.

Kaiser, on the other hand, happily trailed behind you, doing his best to cajole you into responding to him. “You’re so cute when you’re mad! One more time, darling, just one more time! Please- Tell me I’m handsome again!”

“Over my dead body, Kaiser!”

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #michael kaiser #x reader #my writing

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 6 months

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Beauty of the Blue Pt. 2

A/N- i genuinely didn’t expect that fic to get so much love 🥰 thank you all for your feedback on it, i really do want to write more for him, but for some reason he’s a very tricky character for me to get down correctly. BUT, i’m glad that so many of you have been sending in requests so i get a little more practice for writing him 🖤 I may or may not turn this into a 3 part fic but i haven’t decided yet 😅

Summary- After a week of being on Buggy’s ship, you need to know why he’s been treating you so differently than you had imagined.

Genre- Fluff, Light smut at the end

Warnings- Reader has female anatomy, Buggy being a little bit of a pervert, hinting at smut near the end

Tag List- @lotr-got

(tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)

Word Count- 3.6k

If you’d like to read Part 1 you can find it here 🫶

You woke up to the sunlight shining through the window of your room, the gentle rocking of the ship awoke you further, easing your way slowly out of bed.

Your arms were stretched up over your head as you yawned, and a smile slowly came to your lips as you looked around the room.

It was small, but cozy.

Buggy had kept his promise, and he had given you nothing but the best since you’ve made your deal. Your bed had the softest blankets and pillows you’ve felt in a long while, he’d given you plenty of clothes to survive on for the next few months at sea if need be, and of course you were given as much privacy as you needed, only calling for meals as you lay in bed all day if that’s what you wished.

It was an easy life, and to be honest it was quite nice not having to ask for much anymore. You had been given every little thing you had asked for, and if his crew couldn’t get you what you wanted, Buggy would send them off on one of the lifeboats to return with what you needed and more as an apology. Out of everything else you had gotten out of your deal, Buggy was the thing you were most grateful for.

Even the crew had never seen him so eager to get up in the morning to greet you.

Each and every morning you’d woken up to him at your door, already fully dressed and ready for the day, wishing you a good morning with some breakfast if it was ready and tell you of the ships plan for the day. Thus far it hasn’t been too much of a journey. The Big Top was headed to the Grand Line, slowly but surely, and up until this point you hadn’t been asked to use your beauty to get them much of anything.

Every stop you made, Buggy would ask if you needed anything at all while they were stopped, and it felt nice to not have to be the one doing the work to get you what you needed. It was strange, having someone always doting on you rather than the other way around.

Buggy had been nothing but kind and respectful to you since you came aboard his ship, and he made sure the crew had been giving you the same treatment. You couldn’t be more grateful. Only a week in, and your life had already been changed for the better.

Though one thing had been on your mind since that night at the bar.

You figured that Buggy would’ve wanted something from you in return by now, and yet he had not asked for one thing. No intimacy, no private time together, nothing. Each and every time you had been given an offer by another captain they always wanted one specific thing from you, they made that clear, and you didn’t give it up that easy. Buggy won you over because you knew that if that was what he wanted, you wouldn’t be opposed to giving him a little something extra in return for giving you such treatment aboard his ship. And yet, he was always so respectful.

Giving you his arm to guide you wherever you went together, letting you have your privacy when you changed or bathed, and though it was nice to be able to not expect him to come into your room every night and leave after getting what he wanted, you started wishing he would.

You had caught yourself sneaking longer glances over to him, smiling whenever his gaze met yours. His touch would linger on you for a few moments longer than normal and you never wanted that sensation to leave your skin. You’d lay in bed at night wishing that you had someone warm laying next to you to hold you in their arms. You wanted it to be him.

He had already shown you another side of him, the side that could be caring and compassionate if need be, but you wanted so much more. You came onto this ship agreeing that you would be his, but now you wanted him to be yours.

Your legs hung over the edge of your bed and you smiled when you heard that familiar knock at your door.

“Come in!” You said in between yawns.

Buggy had entered with a smile, his captains hat off, a small tray in his hands with your breakfast.

“Good morning.” He said with a smile as he placed the little tray next to you on the bed, “My, my, that beauty sleep really does wonders on you.”

You giggled and looked at your hands in your lap to try and hide your blush. You had heard the way he spoke to his crew and to the islanders he had come across when going in for more supplies, and he had never used that tone with you.

“I’m glad you think so.” You reached out and sipped the tea he had brought you, “What’s on the agenda today, captain?”

“Not much more than what we did yesterday.” He approached you and sat on the other side of the tray, “No islands around, the nearest one is around a day away, so we’re just going to sail and see how long it takes us.”

You nodded and quickly grabbed the fork, picking at the little plate of fruits you were brought,

“Anything for me to do today?” You asked him, but he shook his head.

“Not a thing my dear.” He smiled and stood back up, “You just do whatever it is you always do, and i’ll take care of the rest.”

He placed his hand onto your shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, making sure none of the red on his lips transferred. He smiled down at you for a moment before clearing his throat, looking to the floor. His gaze left yours and the smile on your lips slowly faded. For some strange reason, everything felt so right with him there.

You didn’t feel alone.

“Wait!” You said to him, quickly grasping his hand and lightly pulling back, giggling as you saw it pop off of his wrist as it held yours, “Sorry…” He stepped forward and you held his hand back up to his arm, feeling the slight stretch at his wrist as it reattached itself to the rest of his body, “I still forget sometimes.”

“It’s alright,” He smiled and slowly removed his hand from yours, moving it to the side of your head, petting your hair back as he looked down to you, “I forget too sometimes…”

You shared a comfortable silence with one another, and as you looked into his eyes you could see his gaze wander and linger onto your smiling lips. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t do the same. Though covered in red makeup, you always admired how kind his smile was.

“Would you…” You started, your train of thought being interrupted by him again. Damn him and his pretty blue eyes.

Your hand moved from your side to rest on top of his as it rested at the side of your head so tenderly,

“Would you stay? I just…” You took a deep breath, collecting yourself as he sat next to you once more, your breakfast tray being moved to the side to give himself more room, “I need to know. Why have you not asked for…” You wracked your brain, trying to find the best way to ask without blatantly having to say it, “more, from me?”

He carefully cocked his head to the side, unsure for a few moments as to what you could’ve possibly meant. When his eyes moved to your lap, watching your thighs slowly and carefully rub together beneath your nightgown, he smirked.

“Is that what you want from me?” He asked you, his gaze returning to your eyes.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and you looked down to your lap to hide any emotion. You weren’t sure how to feel.

As much as you wanted to be able to give Buggy everything he needed, it seemed like he was treating you so much better than any other captain at any of the bars you had gone to ever had. He didn’t expect anything from you in return for him taking you in, and you adored how kind and respectful he was, but you were the one who wanted more. You couldn’t help it.

You shrugged, his finger moving to your chin, tilting it upwards to face him once more.

“Talk to me (y/n),” he said softly, “tell me what thoughts are racing through that pretty little head of yours.”

You took a deep breath and he sat there patiently waiting for you. He wanted to be able to make sure you were living your life to the fullest, anything you wanted you got, and he would make sure of it.

“You treat me differently than everyone else on your ship. You treat me differently than any other sea captain i’ve interacted with. I’ve seen the way you are with your crew, you’re demanding and you’re strong, and a little scary at times.” He chuckled and nodded, agreeing that his behavior with his crew could sometimes be less than rational, “You treat me better than anyone else. Every other captain that’s offered me a deal would always expect something from me in return, and i think you know what that is…” You quietly trailed off, and he could see that this was something that had been on your mind for a while.

You didn’t know why you wanted him so badly, but the way he was treating you was so unusual. At least to you it was. You were fully willing to give yourself to him whenever he asked for it, you figured it was part of your deal, but as the days had gone on he had given you your privacy and alone time, and it was lonely being by yourself at night.

“And you want to know why i haven’t asked for that from you yet, hm?” He asked.

You pursed your lips and nodded slowly. You weren’t sure what to say. Even without being able to fully finish your words, he understood exactly what you were implying.

“Well, a few reasons i suppose.” He moved his hands to hold yours gently in your lap, “The first one being, i respect you more than to just use you as my little pawn. You’re someone who has what so many other people want, and you’re someone who deserves to be shown that you’re more than a beautiful face.” He was talking sternly, seriously, he meant these things truly and deeply and you could feel him tense up as his hands held yours, “I didn’t want you to think that this partnership that we have means that i get to use you as i please, that i have the privilege of letting you be my little plaything and discarding you until you’re needed. I meant what i said in that bar (y/n), when i’m king of the pirates, i want you to be my queen. But that means nothing if it’s forced onto you.” You gave his hands a gentle squeeze, holding onto every word he was saying, “Your safety, your comfort, and your needs are more important to me than this deal we have, and i would never overstep a boundary just because i knew i could.”

You knew exactly why he hadn’t made any moves before.

It wasn’t because he only wanted you for your beauty to get him closer to the One Piece. It wasn’t because he only wanted you to be a pretty little pawn sitting at his side. It wasn’t because he didn’t think you were beautiful enough to warrant those kinds of advances. He had been giving you the time and the space you needed, everything you had asked for.

You were given your own room because you hadn’t said you wanted to share Buggy’s. You were given as much privacy and alone time as you wanted because you hadn’t said you wanted him there. You were always given nothing but the best from him and his crew, and you were more than grateful, but you hadn’t realized just how much control you had with your new found partnership.

Buggy was in charge of the ship and his crew, but you were in charge of Buggy. He would do anything your heart desired just to keep you happy.

“I’m sorry that you misunderstood me at the bar, but i want to make sure you understand this relationship clearly…” He turned his body to face you, the soft fabric of his gloves softly moved as he brought your hands up as he held them, looking into your eyes, “Whatever you want, you get. All you have to do is say the word.”

His gaze never left yours and you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. He was just waiting for you to say the word and he was ready and willing to do anything you asked.

“Whatever i want?” You asked, seeing his lips curl into a smile.

“Whatever you want.”

You softly smiled, not caring wether or not he could see how he was making you feel. So warm, so comforted, and though you could still hear the noises of the crew outside your door as they did their work for the day it felt like you were the last two people on earth. He made you feel like the only girl in the world.

“Even if it’s you?” You whispered to him, your eyes finally glancing down at his red painted lips.

He chuckled, and you thought you could see a bit of pink beneath the makeup on his cheeks. It was nice to finally see him flustered for once.

“If that’s what you wish for.”

You enjoyed the silence for a few moments, just basking in one another’s company like you had wished to since you arrived on the ship. Since you came aboard you hadn’t been able to be alone with one another for more than five minutes before one of the crew came rushing to find Buggy to tell him about a new island spotted or if another crew mate wasn’t doing the work that was expected of them. He liked the silence. He liked it with you.

“So…” You trailed off, the silence moving from comfortable to awkward, neither one of you knowing what to do next, “how do we go about this?”

“Well, for starters, i’ll have you and all of your things moved into my quarters. I see no point in leaving you all by your lonesome anymore.” Your eyes got wider and your smile was bigger just at the mention of not having to be cramped up all by yourself, “And of course you’ll get all the same normal treatment, but there will be a few changes with me.”

“Changes?” Your thumbs brushed over the soft fabric of the gloves on his hands, “Such as?”

“You’re going to be seeing me a lot more often than have been my love,” He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, slowly working his way up your arm, kissing it after each new change, “we’ll share my bed, and you’re allowed to be as far away or as close to me as you like,” Your lips curled to a shy smile as he gently kissed your wrist, just imagining the warm feeling of getting to wake up in his arms each morning, “i’ll be at your beck and call, waiting to fulfill every need you have,” His lips moved to just below your elbow and a shiver ran over your body as he moved further upwards, “you’ll always be close to me, i’ll even have my freaks build you a throne so you’ll always be sitting pretty beside me,” You perked up at the thought of being able to sit and watch over the crew next to Buggy, everyone’s eyes on you just watching and waiting for you to make your rule, “and of course, every second you’re with me my dear, every waking moment that you’re here with me,” One gloved hand moved from yours to your chin, keeping it tilted up, making sure he had every ounce of your attention, “you’ll be getting every ounce of love, adoration, and worship that i have to offer.”

You were speechless.

Countless times, again and again, you’d have pirate captains and marine admirals profess their love to you. Crew mates and marines, even fish men and countless others had offered your their undying worship, but this was the first time you believed that someone wanted more than just the ability to say that they were the ones loving you.

Buggy knew you were more than that. And you could see that he really truly meant everything he said.

He didn’t want you because of your pretty face, he didn’t want you because you’re the most breathtaking creature to grace the earth on both land and sea. He wanted you for you. Everything that you had, he wanted. He loved you for more than your body, but for your soul, and he would spend hours, days, weeks, even years if it took that long to show you that he wanted to be the one worthy of having you want him too.

Your hands moved from his and for a quick moment the smile faded from his lips, only to return once he felt your soft fingertips graze his cheeks as you held him close,

“I want your love Buggy… Please?…”

Your breath was cut quickly by his lips pressing into yours, catching you so off guard that you nearly fell back onto the mattress, quickly catching yourself with your arms at your sides.

His lips were dry, yet soft, and you smiled at the gentle tickling of the stubble on his face as it grazed over yours. You couldn’t help but let out a small, needy whimper, finally feeling the rush of electricity run all through your body. And it was just from one kiss.

He pulled away from you slowly, a smile at his lips, and he couldn’t help but chuckle from seeing the little bit of red staining your lips from his makeup.

“I’m sorry,” His hand snaked behind your neck, holding it gently as he leaned down to you and pecked your lips, “I just couldn’t help it.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Your hands did the same, your fingers interlocking behind his neck as his body carefully adjusted over yours, “it’s exactly what i wanted…”

The position you were in was nothing short of provocative.

You arms around him while one of his hands held you close, the other holding him up on the bed as he was leaned over you, your bodies so close to one another. The nightgown that draped over your body had been pulled up to your thighs, and you were wishing he would just get it over with and rip it off of your body, but he was too gentle with you for that. He treated you like your body was made of glass, handling you so delicately like you would break at the slightest hint of pressure. It was actually quite a talent.

His hand slowly moved from your mattress to your thigh, the glove on his hand making you shudder as you felt the corduroy fabric slowly stroking over your thigh. Though you hadn’t even noticed it, your leg had slowly moved upwards, laying just over his hip. A smirk came to his lips as he looked at your lower body, and though he had the opportunity to take a peek between your legs and see the little wet spot on your panties that was entirely his doing, he had no interest in it. He was looking down at your legs, watching them slowly moving back and forth, one at his side and the other laid against the mattress. He was making you writhe, just from a few kisses and his hands on your legs, and he loved it.

“Buggy…” You pleaded with him, just needing him to touch you. He made it so sweetly unbearable to have to wait.

A chuckle escaped his lips and he slowly looked back up into your eyes, giving your body a quick once-over just to fully take in the sight before him.

“All in good time my love.” He leaned forward once more and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “First, i want you to get all settled into my quarters. Why don’t you change and put on one of those pretty outfits i have for you, i’ll grab some of the crew to move your things around.”

He fixed your nightgown back down your legs, taking your hand and carefully pulling you up, his glove wiping away the little red marks his lips left behind.

You took a deep breath, trying to push the feeling of want back down, knowing that he’d give you what you needed eventually. You stood up from the bed and wandered over to the small wardrobe, glancing over to Buggy who had moved himself into one of the chairs across the room. His legs were spread, he was leaned back comfortably, and his eyes never left your figure as a smirk came to his lips.

“Well aren’t you going to get some of the crew?” You asked him, sifting through the hangers in the wardrobe for the perfect little outfit to wear.

“And miss the show?” He chuckled, “I never said i was leaving sweetheart…”

#one piece live action #one peice #opla #buggy the clown #captain buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown fic #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy the clown fluff #buggy the clown smut #buggy x yn #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #buggy x reader #buggy x female reader

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alexisntedgy · 4 months

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More Mia Cooper + the ghosts headcanons because we were robbed of her growing up with them :(

. She hates The Wizard of Oz but the first time she said that, Kitty had been so offended that Alison eventually had to tell Mia to just never mention hating it (and also that she’d have to put up with seeing it on the tv on occasion, because Alison could never stop kitty or cap watching that movie)

. She inherited her mum’s skill for art, and did a few modern, #aesthetic (tm) sketch-y journal pages for each ghost. She drew things from stories she’d heard, from things she’d seen in the button house archives (her sketch of havers made cap very emotional) and from things associated with their time period. Pat didn’t have the heart to point out the many late-80s items from long after he’d died.

. Fashion comes and goes, and when scrunchies and 80s patterns come back into style, pat is quite proud of her outfits :)

. Lady B thinks a lot of her outfits are atrocious, but none of the ghosts would ever repeat those comments to Alison or Mia

. When she has her first heartbreak, Thomas follows her around in sorrow, repeating vague bits of poetry. When Mia’s sorrow turns to anger, Kitty enjoys following her around as she vents to her friends (oh, and kitty joins in. a lot. loudly.)

. Mia asks where Humphrey’s head is when she’s really stressed and needs to vent, because Humphrey loves to be there for her and really, truly does listen (not that he has a choice once the venting has begun, but regardless, he wants to listen, because it’s Mia)

. The emo phase leaves every ghost shocked and confused- except thomas, who uses her teen angst as inspiration for his poetry, and Julian, who thinks it is absolutely hilarious

. Mia texts Julian photos when she goes on trips away- an awful souvenir shirt he’d find hilarious, a nice beach view for Pat, strange novelties for Robin. and yes, she always brings back a postcard (or several)

. Cap is a little too eager to get her into some kind of sport, because he wants an excuse to run laps around the grounds with her. When she starts practicing for cross-country, Cap is ecstatic and demands (kindly) that Alison time their laps. Alison drew the line at recreating a warm-up routine Cap had designed for her.

. When she’s about 12, Mia demands to know what every major historical event she learns about at school was like, directly from the source(s) itself. She ends up getting extra marks on several papers due to her “impressive” historical knowledge and accuracy. But that isn’t why she asks for their stories- she just wants to know her family history, if you will.

. She asks for Alison to take photos of her with Lady B whenever something big happens in her life. It often takes a few goes, but they always get it in the end. Mia has two sets of every photo of major positive events in her life, and she keeps the ones with lady b in them in a safekeeping box.

. She plays virtual chess with Julian, and works on virtual crosswords with him and Robin. They sit across from each other so it’s like an actual game, and so she can comment on his moves even though she can’t see him

#ghosts #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #Mia cooper

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sydsaint · 5 months

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More fluffy holiday goodness!!

Summary: Carmelo asks the reader out on a date for the holidays which results in the reader inviting Melo to come fill out Angel Tree tags with her.

"Ouch!" You mock Cora from your position standing over her. "Better luck next time skater Barbie." You tease her with a wink.

Cora holds the back of her head with a sour sneer on her face. She moves into a sitting position and watches you walk off with the NXT women's championship hung proudly over your shoulder. She lost fair and square against you. And on a Holiday show no less.

You head through the curtain and find Carmelo waiting around for you with Trick. Trick flashes you a friendly smile before his entrance music hits and he has to head out to the ring. Carmelo on the other hand, stays behind and steps over to you.

"Y/N, baby. Nice win out there, mean girl." He congratulates you on your win against Cora.

"Thanks, Melo." You roll your eyes playfully at his nickname. "Got any plans for the holiday?" You ask him.

Melo licks his lips with a cool and confident smile. "Well, that depends. What are you up to this weekend, baby?" He asks you.

You laugh and shake your head at his forwardness. "Nothing that you'd be interested in. Trust me." You assure him.

"Yeah? Don't be too sure about that." Carmelo replies. "Come on. Y/N. What are your plans?" He asks again.

"Well, if you must know." You reply. "I'm planning on going around the area and filling out as many Angel tree tags as possible before I go broke." You explain.

A perplexed look crosses Carmelo's face and you have to stifle a laugh. "Angel tree tags?" He looks for clarification.

"Mhm." You nod. "There those trees with the tags on them in stores? If you're a struggling parent who can't spare the extra money to get your kids any gifts then you fill one out and someone like me takes the tag and buys stuff for you." You explain the gist of the tags.

"Oh," Carmelo replies. "Damn, that's really nice of you, Y/N." He admits. "I didn't expect that from little Miss Mean Girl." He chuckles.

You laugh with Carmelo and nod. "My mean girl attitude is just a work persona." You giggle. "I could use a shopping partner if you're interested, you know?" You offer. "Sure, it's not exactly a conventional date. But you get to spend time with me so all the money you spend will be worth it."

"Why not?" Carmelo shrugs with a chuckle. "I don't mind dropping some cash for kids in need."

"Great!" You grin. "It's a date then. I'll text you later and we can meet up for coffee in the morning." You add.

Carmelo nods and you part ways for the night.

Later, Trick comes back from his escapades in the ring and finds Carmelo texting you about tomorrow. "So you finally scored a date with, Y/N?" He asks Melo.

"Sort of." Melo nods. "Have you ever heard of an Angel Tree?" He asks his friend.

"Yeah, sure." Trick nods. "It's one of those charity things that help get poor kids and their families Christmas gifts." He explains.

Carmelo nods and finishes his text to you. "Y/N's got me going with her fill a bunch of them out tomorrow. She was just telling me that she does it every year for Christmas."He explains.

"Y/N? Charity?" Trick laughs. "Damn. I didn't know the mean girl got all sentimental around the holidays." He jokes.

"Me either." Carmelo laughs with him.

The next morning Carmelo is up early and meets you at some coffee place that you told him about last night. He heads inside and spots you already sitting at a table with a hot coffee in hand.

"Y/N, morning baby." Carmelo walks over to your table.

"Melo! You made it." You smile up at him. "Grab something to drink! We've got a long day of shopping ahead of us."

Carmelo chuckles at your eager smile and orders himself a drink before joining you again. You show him a list of stores in the area that have trees and suggest one to start the morning.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan." Carmelo goes along with your plan.

You and Carmelo head to the first store on your list and it doesn't take long for you to find the tree. You look through a few of the tags a pick a couple of them out.

"Alright, so basically you just look through the tags and pick one or two of them. The tag has some basic information on it. What kind of stuff the kid likes, their age, and what size clothes they wear if you want to get them some clothes." You explain.

"Right." Carmelo nods and pulls a few tags off the tree.

With your tags and carts ready to go you and Carmelo head out and start shopping. The two of you walk side-by-side down the aisles and help one another pick stuff out.

You get distracted looking for a specific girl's toy in the aisle and Carmelo can't help but crack a genuine smile at how intense you seem.

"Hey, Y/N," Carmelo speaks up and grabs your attention.

"Hmm?" You stand back up straight with the right toy in hand. "What's up, Melo?"

Carmelo grabs the toy from you and sets it in his cart with the rest of his stuff before answering. "So, what made you get into this?" He can't help but ask.

"Christmas was always my favorite time of year when I was a kid." You shrug. "My mom never really had the money to get me that much. But it was still special every year, opening presents and spending time with her." You explain. "So I guess I just like the thought of helping out those tired and worried moms make their kids' Christmas as special as mine were."

"Damn. That's really sweet, Y/N." Carmelo replies.

You blush a bit and the two of you return to the task. Hours and a few hundred dollars later, you and Carmelo have all of your things sorted and ready to be delivered.

"Well, I'd call this a productive day." You finish up the last bag.

"I agree. This is probably the best $400 I've ever spent." Carmelo agrees. "Thanks for bringing me out and letting me help, Y/N." He adds.

You blush again and nod. "Of course! I had fun shopping around with you."

"Me too." Carmelo agrees. "Hey, do you want to grab dinner after these are all dropped off? My treat, of course." He asks you.

"Sure! Dinner sounds great." You eagerly nod. "Maybe we can talk about doing something for the actual holiday?" You suggest. "If you don't already have plans."

Carmelo chuckles and shakes his head. "I'm wherever you are, baby."

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love-toxin · 1 year

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grumpy, older steve and eddie??? how did you reach into my brain and find every one of my kinks. i would be insufferable, they’d get the sloppiest, gushiest, most toe-curling, head-

ok.....im going off.....OFF!!!

(cws: older!bully!steddie, innocent!f!angelface, age gap (20s-late 30s/40s), kinda cnc-ish, some very visceral descriptions of sex, an eensy hint of misogyny, throat training, oral/eiffel towering, boot humping, ball worship, semi-public sex, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, rimming, steve and eddie really wanna humiliate you.)

so older also equals wiser = therefore Steve and Eddie that have aged like sour wine are connoisseurs of messy, gushy sex. they like it gross and sloppy and real, want you gagging and drowning in their musk and ball sweat like the pretty little slut you are.

like, if you follow their lead and agree to a little romp out behind the diner, you're gonna be on your knees in the dirt and grass and absolutely getting ruined. it's not some quick, clean handy with your little college frat guys who think the filthiest sex includes nothing more than spit--that's laughable to Steve and Eddie. they'll make you work for it, taking turns rubbing their cocks against your face and letting you get a feel for their heft, the look in your eyes as your pupils dilate at the size of them just earning you a few chuckles. you're so sweet and innocent it's just unfair, but it's a treat for a couple of reformed bullies like them. makes it much more satisfying to break you into becoming the shameless gutter whore they know you could be.

before that treatment can go on too long, Eddie will pull your head in and press your mouth to his balls, sighing at the warm feeling and digging his fingers into your scalp when you start squirming. you're just not used to a man's scent, but you'll adjust to it--and would you look at that, you do! your hands brace on his prickly thighs but you eventually stop struggling, your eyes fluttering shut as you soak in the taste of his wrinkled flesh on your tongue. he'll turn you into a proper sperm warmer soon, but the tender way you lap at each one and your inexperience showing through just makes it even more endearing, especially when you peek up through half-lidded eyes to see his reactions, hoping that you're doing a good job as you suck one of them into your mouth and nearly choke on it.

"go on, Stevie, try her out. bet that throat feels nice and warm."

just when you think you're doing well, Eddie pulls you off and passes you to his friend, angling your head so you come face to face with Steve's cock--one that's so veiny and almost purplish with need, swinging between his legs like a monster as he doesn't even bother guiding it in, just grabs the back of your skull with both hands and pushes you towards it. he's experienced, knows the angle of his hips and tilts them so he slides right down your throat, and squeezes your head like it's just a melon in his huge hands when you slap his thigh in a panic. you can't breathe, he's taking up every inch of space inside you!

"oh, please. you'll learn. through the nose, you little prude."

it feels like it doesn't matter, when he pulls back to start fucking you you can only catch a puff of air in that small pocket of space, which only gets smaller and smaller as he pummels your throat and grows eager to chase that squeezing sensation as you gag and gasp around his shaft. Eddie takes away one of your hands to wrap it around his neglected cock in the meanwhile, barely needing any of your attention or assistance as he holds it tight around him and keeps your grip steady as he fucks himself into it right by your head. not without a little something extra for you, though--he shoves his boot between your legs, clean but stained with grass and grease patches, and hooks it up so it curves right against your clothed pussy and grinds against your clit as he tilts it back towards him.

"hump it, sweetheart." he cackles, and shudders with pleasure when you obey, those sweet hips rolling back and forth against his shoe and causing his cock to twitch in your hand. it's a sensation to somewhat break you out of the haze of being Mr. Harrington's cockwarmer, your neck sinking and stretching with an uncomfortable bulge as he plunges his cock all the way down, your nose parting the thick curls of his bush until all you can smell is sweat and musk. the same scent comes from his balls, spit and precum smearing over them and making them sticky as they meet your chin on every thrust, nearly as fuzzy as the rest of him and so fucking fat with sperm that it aches every time they land. in fact, the only time your throat gets a break and you get to suck in a deep gasp of oxygen is in that moment when he pulls you off, before shoving you lower to sink under his weighty cock and suck his sack into your mouth. you've got no idea how much Steve loves that view, your pretty face wet with tears and spit off his dick rubbing between your eyes, moaning around his balls as you jerk some other guy off right next to you.

"c'mere, c'mere-" and upon witnessing what might just be the hottest thing he's ever gonna think about when he jerks off from now on, the long-haired man that's been using your hand as his own personal fleshlight can't take another second of it. Eddie gropes for your face, grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank you over and nudge the tip of his cock against your cheek, a moan finally spilling out of him when spurts of hot cum arc over your nose and splatter against your skin, eased out by his rough hand helping you twist hard strokes up and down his shaft as furiously as he can manage--at least with such a pretty young thing taking the brunt of his pent-up cumshot. you're messy with cum and spit and sweat, lips flushed and plump from the abuses they've rained down on them, and at the sound of a door opening around the corner of the building they both haul you up to your feet--but they're not done, shoving eager hands down the front and back of your panties to grope for the source of that delicious wetness you were leaking all over Mr. Munson's foot.

you're such a whore already, has it really only taken one try to get you there? but, then again, he can take you much further down--you're not even close to rock bottom yet, and both of them would love to see a pretty young thing like you totally crack under their feet. one look at Eddie, and the trailer trash he calls his best friend grins and nods, and Steve rips your mouth off his nuts despite wanting to just rub them right in and make you worship them. the hope that still glimmers in your eyes proves you have no idea what he's gonna do, but it starts dimming like he wanted when he pushes your head down lower, rumbling in that deep voice that I'm gonna make you love this as he raises his hips and positions you just so you're nuzzled up right where you need to be. and you surprise him once again, or you're just so resigned to your fate that you do as you're told, and his hips jerk suddenly at the sensation he's dreamed about since he first saw you walk up to their table.

"fuuuuuck...." he hasn't moaned like that since his glory days, he swears--your lithe little tongue flicking against his asshole sparks a wave of shivers running up and down his body, and he knows how sweaty he is, but you don't squirm away. just tremble and rock back against Eddie's boot as you start suckling on his rim, and Steve holds you in place to shakily hump your mouth as you timidly explore the new territory. it must be humiliating, having your face buried between some older guy's cheeks, letting him sink into the tip of your tongue so it slides right in and makes his balls squeeze and tighten up against your face. and that thought makes him grab at you harder and dig his blunt nails into your hair, a release coming on to him so fast he can't pull you off to cum in your mouth as he intended--he rides out his pleasure with your tongue buried in his ass, your air so thick with his heady scent that you nearly lose consciousness as he orgasms, his muscled walls clamping down on you tight until he finally loosens up completely and lets you throw your head back to take a deep breath.

"hey, missy! your lunch break's over!"

"c-coming-!" you squeak at the voice of your manager, all too huffy to be subtle as the two older men are fondling you under your work pants, two fingers plunging into your weepy pussy while two more rub at your clit. Eddie laps the seed off your dripping cheek while Steve is whispering a menagerie of dirty words into your ear, like cum, wanna see you cum, innocent little princess needs her guts filled, doesn't she? gonna leak all over my fucking fingers like I'm not old enough to be your goddamn father. just like getting your clit played with, don't you, slut? and that's what breaks you, makes your jaw go slack and your eyes roll back as you collapse into their arms, feet kicking against the ground as that overwhelming pleasure washes over you while you distantly hear your manager shouting your name. trying not to speak but not being able to anyways, a mess of shuddered gasps and squeaks escaping you as you clamp down on Eddie's fingers and listen to Steve quietly moaning more filthy nonsense just below your ear.

"-get in this damn kitchen, before I fire your ass out the fucking door!" they shout again, and with the fear of getting caught with two of your customers sobering you up, you stumble and hurry away from them with frantic fingers patting down your appearance. trying not to look like you just got fucked behind the diner you barely make minimum wage at.

"y-yes! coming, I'm sorry!" you can't even risk sparing a glance back at them, and you're too afraid to, worried that they might come right back in and spill the details of how whorish you are. and they do return by the time you check the mirror, and self-consciously find yourself walking round to get to any tables you have lined up. but there's only one, one right by the window. theirs.

they reclaim their seats, pants buttoned up and sweat wiped from their foreheads. they look as normal and somewhat-disheveled as ever, plopping down into the booth seats across from each other with a cup of coffee each, both of them nearly empty and the dregs cold from leaving them to spend some quality time with you on your break. and with a few frightened, timid steps towards their table, they deign to look up at you and Eddie grins, offering you nothing more than a lift of his cup and a question.

"be a sweet girl and bring us another coffee, kay? give us a smile, and I'll give you a good tip, too."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #bully!steve harrington #bully!eddie munson #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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beauleifu · 1 year

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HELLO GOOD MORNING 👁〰️👁 HOW ARE YOU?? I literally just woke up HEHDHS MERRY HOLIDAYS FREN

Let’s hope that my request is readable since my brain be mushed💦 Could we get a S/O who’s very flirty and tries to win Mayor’s heart during a mission while he acts oblivious at their attempts to swoon him, he finds them charming for what they do c:

YES CHIMEMORI THIS ASK IS BRILLIANT

oml i never thought i'd be into an idea more, guys guys this was so much fun to write, like PRETENDING TO BE A COUPLE SHIT, anyways, hope you enjoy! Sorry if it's late lmao, hardest part was figuring out what the mission should entail <3 :))

p.s. dont come for me, this is purely fictional and even though I did a tiny bit of research, i know little of dishes served in fancy Chinese restaurants and even less about their signature architecture style, i'm just going off my imagination

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MAYOR X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You're in love. The problem? You're terrible at it. To make matters worse, the charmer you've fallen for is oblivious to your flirtatious antics (or is he??). Thankfully, all's well that ends well especially when Lady Bone Demon assigns you two together, on a mission. Matchmakers really do play dirty.

CW: None, Mayor doesn't even tolerate foul language (you learned the hard way)

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"Go."

Those were the last words Lady Bone Demon said to both you and her henchman before vanishing in a cloud of blue smoke.

It never bothered you, the missions she'd send you on.

You're working for her; it's not like you can complain about something you signed up for. Externally, you follow orders to a T, because if you're not useful then she'll be rid of you. And that is simply not an option, because if you're not at her side then you're not at his.

The Mayor.

The idiot who wormed his way into your cold heart of fire and ice.

And you don't even know his real name.

You've resorted to nicknames, to which he doesn't mind (you'll get extra creative behind doors, alone), but you're really dying to know his birthname. Perhaps with a bit more time, he'll open up.

Right now, you're standing in the mirror, as you have been for the past two minutes. Just staring. Nothing wrong with that.

Unless you were making sure you look perfect for . . . someone.

That's hypothetical, of course.

An idiot in denial looks back at you in the reflection, nervous and tense with anticipation of what's to come.

With a huff, you will yourself not to screw this one up and grasp the doorknob to your bedroom. Your spacious, beautiful bedroom, carved from stone and bone and ice long, long ago. The Mayor had given you a tour of the place once, having been eager to relay to you the wonderful history of this underground fortress. A buried landscape of beauty.

Oh dear, you're getting sidetracked.

Focus, (Y/N).

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"Soooo. I guess Lady Bone Demon put us together, huh? Wonder what she's got in store for us."

Well, that was an awkward start.

Lucky for you, it's dark outside and the lack of light is sufficient enough to hide the embarrassment clear on your face. Your partner keeps on strolling down the abandoned alleyway, hands folded neatly behind his back and that familiar, lazy smile on his face.

"Did she not enclose the details to you?" The Mayor asks, turning to you.

Shrugging, you vault over a few storage crates. "Not really."

As you slow to a walk beside him, the two of you round the corner into a more open sidewalk, exhibiting a nice view of the Megapolis Bank.

Briefly, you hypothesize that this is your destination, when the Mayor clears his throat, a sure sign he's about to elaborate.

"My Lady needs another soul to absorb, and conveniently for us, there lies within Megapolis a demon powerful enough to sustain her for the time being," the Mayor hums, blank white eyes flicking to the sky. He's always on constant alert, and yet he always seems so relaxed and chipper. "We are to retrieve the asset and deliver him for proper sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?"

He flashes you a wry smile. "He is an energy source, my dear. Otherwise, my mistress will surely fail to fulfill her destiny, being as weak as she is."

A frown lights your features. Lady Bone Demon doesn't look weak.

You chalk it up to demons being superb at hiding their true selves. Half the time you can't even dissect the Mayor's intentions, even if it's a simple trip to the men's room and he'd told you he'd be unavailable for a few minutes.

In the end, you smile. "As long as there's a reward for delivering an innocent person to her."

"Reward?" The Mayor repeats, blinking. "That being fulfilling our destiny; to serve her. Were you hoping for something else?"

Oh, there's no reward.

You stare incredulously at your partner, about to backtrack, when he suddenly chuckles in amusement. Your eyes widen (see? See? The Mayor is incredibly hard to read), jaw slackening as you realize.

"You're joking. There is a reward!"

"Perhaps! Would you consider the next few days off prize enough?"

You're grinning, now, tailing alongside the Mayor like a joyful puppy. His eyes are twinkling at your antics. "A few days?? Are you kidding? That goes way beyond my expectations."

It's true. Lady Bone Demon hardly ever rewards you for completing your missions. The most time she's given you off is eight hours, and even then you'd treated those moments like gold, savoring it up until you were summoned once more.

This missions suddenly feels extremely important.

Maybe that's why LBD offered this specific reward; to entice you to go against your morals. Then again, where were your morals when you served someone like her?

"I see you're properly motivated," the Mayor says, eyes fixed on you.

You wink, attempting a flirt. "This'll be a piece of cake. And hey, maybe we can spend our days off together."

He pauses, seeming to actually consider this.

"I wouldn't refuse a game of chess."

"No, I meant- oh, nevermind," you say with a little, awkward laugh. Sighing wistfully, you clear your throat and glance sideways. "So! Are we almost there? Where are we going, anyways? The bank?"

The Mayor falls quiet as the two of you pass a few strangers. "A restaurant," the Mayor answers, when the people turn a corner. He flexes his fingers. "The demon is the owner. An intelligent move on his part, for there is no risk of encountering people like us. Unless, of course, we booked reservations for first-class service."

He's smiling mysteriously, now. You could almost call it mischievous.

You're getting near it now. The details of this mission.

"This must be a very fancy restaurant, then."

"The finest in the city," the Mayor agrees, turning a corner. Then, he stops all together, enticing you to halt as well. "We must dress and act the part if we are to get close to the target. Be polite, don't refuse the wine selection."

You nod, mentally prepping yourself for the mission. Then, your eyes trail up, realizing exactly why your partner had stopped.

The restaurant is huge, glittering, and loud.

Five, gold stars are positioned just beneath the restaurant's trademark name, The Dragon Dynasty. A thick trail of people waiting in line flow out of the building and to the left, vanishing down the sidewalk. A similar line stretching to the right is much smaller, but greeted at the door by two hulking men dressed in tight black suits, wearing sunglasses and deep frowns. The token bodyguards you'd see in everyday action movies.

The breath is stolen from you. Slowly, you glance down at your own attire, feeling suddenly very underdressed and very stupid.

"We can't go in there. Not like this!" You gasp.

Your partner smiles knowingly. "My lady is completely prepared for this, my dear. She was the sole one responsible for booking reservations months in advance, you know."

"I know that. But it's not like she can magically manifest a-"

You cut yourself off.

For some reason, your skin begins to tingle. Eyes wide with shock and awe, you glance down at the Mayor's own attire, watching it shift and transform into something more fit for the occasion. A lovely, handsome black tuxedo with a long tail and a white bow. His undershirt ghosted from light blue to white in mere moments, the black sleeves of his tux slipping upwards to reveal white cuffs.

Your own attire has endured a similar transformation, something that hugs your body flawlessly and washes away any insecurities you'd been nursing regarding the mission.

Fingertips tentatively travel along your new outfit. "Oh my stars."

"How elegant," the Mayor says, slippery-smooth, his white eyes suddenly like a hawk. "My lady has astute taste in fashion."

Your cheeks are on fire, but you manage a smile.

"You as well. Very debonair."

The outfits feel like they're meant for each-other, even somewhat bone-themed to better represent your mistress. Your companion gives you one last once-over before continuing down the sidewalk.

"Shall we?"

Biting your lip, you sidle up next to him, unable to help glancing over his outfit a few times.

"That outfit really brings out your smile, y'know."

He hums a laugh. "Very corny, my dear. I'm sure you'll reap great success if you attempt something similar in front of our target."

You're frowning, now. Try again. "Uh . . . How about, um . . . If I had a flower for every time you made me smile, I'd be walking in my garden forever," you say seriously, daring to look at him.

That line.

It was meant for him. Of course, it's hidden under the assumption it's meant for someone else.

The Mayor's eyebrows lift. "You have yet to meat the target, though."

"Oh. Oh, right. I mean, hypothetically. I dunno. Maybe it would work on someone I've known for awhile? Someone I work with?" You babble, heart rate spiking as you near the restaurant. Which line will you wait in? How are you ever going to get close to the manager? Why does your face feel on fire?

His smile is relaxed once more. "I suppose."

You swallow. Try again?

Lips part to formulate the words for another pick-up line, but the Mayor glance down at you, beating you to it.

"Oh, one final detail I forgot to disclose. My lady made reservations for the two of us as, dare I say, a couple. First class is not often given to single individuals, families, or mere companions."

Ah.

Your heart skips a beat. "A couple?"

"Don't worry, it's a temporary act in order to get close to the manager. We might as well get the full experience," he returns, eyes twinkling. "Won't this be fun?"

Throat running quite dry, you nod. "With you? I can't imagine it being too awful."

He chuckles again, but there's no more time for words.

You've made it to the front.

The bodyguards stare down at you for a moment before moving to the side to reveal a small, well-dressed woman drowning in make-up, who stands and approaches the two of you with a dull frown. She's seen this before. Been doing this all night, and probably wants to go home desperately.

"Last name?" The lady says boredly.

You feel the Mayor's arm slide through yours, linking the both of you together. "Bone," he says smoothly.

Bone.

How fitting.

You decide it's better than using a last name from Lady Bone Demon's time, considering she's ancient and has lived long past hundreds of family names. 'Bone' is even in her title. Fitting, indeed.

The woman shifts through her clipboard, eyes narrowing. You hold your breath.

"Mr. and Mx. Bone. You got a meeting with the boss?"

"Correct," the Mayor says.

The lady nods. "Through here, then."

She sidesteps, gesturing through the large golden doors, opening one of them to let the two of you pass. Ignoring the glares and mutters of the people in line, the two of you enter the building, leaving behind the cold outdoors and entering an entirely different world.

It's amazing.

You can't describe it. Not the plants you've never seen before in the corners, not the dazzling chandelier overseeing the luxurious dining tables and bars, the glittering diamonds reflecting off the wine bottles sitting by the hundreds on the wine racks. They stretch up to the ceiling, where Chinese history paints the sky with beautiful colors and people. A band in the corner plays smooth café music, the sound distant yet nostalgic for you. And there's people. So many people, despite how hard it is to get a reservation here. They crowd the place, making it difficult to navigate to first class.

The Mayor gives your arm a gentle squeeze. "Should I be afraid you might fall unconscious?"

"No. Are you trying to seduce me?"

"No," he hums, leading you up the wide, elegant, bifurcated staircase. Your free hand trails along the polished, wooden handrail, wishing your eyes were wider so you could see absolutely everything.

"Well, it's working," you whisper, half to yourself.

Pretend to be a couple. Wear expensive clothes probably worth more than your life. Eat at the fanciest restaurant in the city.

You feel like maybe you should read between the lines.

But all of the sudden, you're too busy reading the menu, eyes wide at the expansive selection.

So. Much. Food.

Your stomach growls in anticipation.

"Do we even have the money for this?" You wonder, breathless.

The Mayor's eyes rove over his own menu before placing it down and lacing his fingers together underneath his chin. Locking eyes with you, he cocks a brow. "Need I remind you my Lady has been planning this for months? She is-"

"Completely prepared, I know," you mumble, ducking behind the menu.

Glaring at the beautifully decorated dinner table, you bite your lip and think. Tonight might be your once chance to woo the Mayor. Is it crazy, though, to try it here? Now?

Heart racing, you lower the menu.

"I've never been on a date with a demon, before."

The Mayor had been observing the portraits lining the walls, but now his white eyes are on you. "A date?"

"Don't worry, this won't send my expectations through the roof," you continue, wearing a casual smile yet you're nervous to the bone. Hiding shaking hands under the sleek tablecloth, you try for a small smile. "Spending time with you meets all of them."

Fingers crossed, you hope this works.

The Mayor nods, eyes trailing to inspect your outfit. "We do what's necessary to fulfill our mistress's desires, I suppose."

No.

NO.

You'd failed! He's too oblivious!

Wishing you could throw hands and let out an exasperated yell, you take a deep, controlled breath. You can still make this WORK. "I mean, it's not everyday I get to spend time with my favorite person."

"Hmm." The Mayor's eyes rove over your features, thoughtful yet cheery at the same time. He suddenly chuckles. "You must be hungry, my dear! We mustn't pick favorites when it comes to food, but I daresay I have yet to turn down a dish of roasted duck. Shall we order while the night is still young?"

God damnit.

This is going to be harder than you thought.

You force a smile. "Uh-huh. Yup. I'll have (dinner dish)."

The two of you make your orders when the waitress walks by, and it still sends tingles down your spine when she addresses you both under the same last name.

When she walks off, you're inclined to notice the other couples sitting at the other tables.

Eyes darting south, you inspect a specific pair.

Their holding hands.

Head snapping up, you lift your hands onto your own table and make a motion for the Mayor to do the same. He eyes you curiously, and you shrug. "The other couples are doing it. We might as well, to look the part. Just for a bit."

"I suppose, if you're sincerely nervous about getting caught," he hums.

In one swift movement, he takes your hands in his.

They're cold.

And yet, it sends a thrill of warmth through your entire body, and you fight hard to suppress a smile. Here you were, trying to flirt with him, and yet getting destroyed by your own plans. Oh, gosh.

He seems to detect the tremble in your fingers. "Eager to get this over with?" He guesses, eyes seeing right through you.

You shake your head quickly. "Nuh-uh. This is amazing."

"You did mention your outfit likely costs more than your life," he murmurs, eyes twinkling with the fact that he doesn't believe this claim. "I advise you try and make the most of it."

"Ha ha. Your hands are cold."

"You don't like it?"

He seems ready to let go, so you give him a squeeze before removing one to pat the top of his hand. "I do like it. Your hands are the best. Big cold grabbers that snatched my soul from my chest the moment I saw you."

"Ha! It's a wonder you're still alive." He flashes you his signature unhinged smile.

Then, woe is you, he lets you go. You're cursing your rotten luck as he leans back in his vanilla soft chair. "You must be wondering how we are to set our plan in motion?"

"A bit, yeah," you say faintly. Really, you're wondering what other ways you can get the Mayor to notice your flirtatious attempts.

"You see, first class seating not only secures us an exquisite meal, but also a chance to discuss business plans with the manager. My Lady was willing to pay an entire chest of coins to set up a private meeting with our target!" The Mayor says, clasping his hands together with a dark look in his eyes. "Isn't that wonderful!"

You bite your lip. "So what are we doing waiting here, then?"

"As you will soon find out, the asset is protected by a constant flow of bodyguards, those of which I trust you to subdue in due time. For now, we have five minutes until the show begins." A glance at his watch, wisps of blue flowing from the metal. Then, eyes full of excitement, he cracks a sincere smile. "I eagerly await your performance, my dear."

Wait a second.

You ball your hands in your fists. "You want me to subdue the bodyguards? Shouldn't I be enticing the target?"

"While it's true that the target prefers either man or woman, I shall do the talking. He has an intricate way of discussing matters that quite irks my Lady, and will no doubt touch a sore spot with you."

"Pfft. You're the only sore spot I have," you say, smiling.

He returns it tenfold as two bodyguards ascend the staircase and station themselves at either side of the eating area. Then, the target himself makes his presence clear. He's a quite large fellow, with spiraling horns and razor sharp claws. Yet his eyes are intelligent and darting everywhere in search of danger.

You catch the Mayor's quick side glance; orders to carry out the mission.

If you leave, the demon is sure to send one of his guards to keep an eye on you. When you two are alone, you are to properly subdue the guard and make the owner suspicious enough to send his other guard for a quick investigation. Bam.

Sure, the bodyguards could crush you, but you'd rather them than a literal demon with claws and fangs.

So you slide off your chair, giving the manager a dashing smile before trailing your fingertips up the Mayor's arm, stopping at his shoulder and squeezing lightly.

"A kiss before I go, darling? I'll only be five minutes."

The Mayor blinks, white eyes wide.

He collects himself quickly, however, and tilts his head just an inch to the side, giving you permission.

You smile, giving his cheek a light peck. You'd go for the real deal, but you sort of want to be a tease right now. It's working, as you catch the Mayor's distracted glance as you head off to who knows where. The bar, maybe. Everyone's left there.

You stop at the doors, straining yourself to hear the conversation at the top level. Unfortunately, you'd picked a place far out of ear reach.

"Fear not, my loyal pawn . . ."

You stiffen, eyes darting down to your outfit.

Someone had spoken.

From the fabric.

A light, female laugh reaches your ears. "It's your mistress, (Y/N). I am here to assist you in your mission."

Eyes wide and staring at your clothes, you clear your throat and cock your head, hesitation writhing inside of you. "Uh . . . hi. This won't, um, subtract any days off from my break, right?"

"No, don't worry. Now . . ."

A pocket watch materializes on your hip.

You pick it up, admiring the soft bone shell that encompasses the watch, flipping it open to see the interior. But alas, it's not a watch.

It's some sort of spying mechanism.

"Use this to observe and listen to your partner's conversation," LBD whispers in your ear. "It will vanish after tonight."

You nod wordlessly, knowing better than to offer a smart reply or crack a joke. If it were the Mayor, you'd for sure pull something silly, but this is your boss.

Swallowing nervously as LBD's presence fades, you peer at the watch/spyglass, eyes narrowing curiously. Forget about LBD manifesting in your clothes (she did create them, you suppose), the Mayor was currently hosting a false discussion with the manager regarding a potential trade in goods. His tone and demeanor is strangely unhinged when you're not around, intimidating yet cheery, his movements also loud and boisterous. You wonder if it's all an act.

The stuff they discuss just goes in one ear and out the other.

That is, until the manager sends one of his guards down to check on you. The five minute mark.

You're late.

Smiling wickedly, you pocket the watch and recede into the shadows. Time to put your skills to use, yessir.

Of course, you do. Flawlessly.

The bodyguard stood no chance. He has zero warning as you launched yourself onto him, hooking your legs around his neck and bringing him crashing to the floor. Luckily, no was is around to witness the attack, giving you plenty of time to overpower the man with a few quick jabs - and he falls still.

Then, you drag his body into the nearest men's room, grunting with effort.

You do (and can't help but) pause at the many artworks lining the walls, and the beautiful designs that cover the restroom sinks. If only this were a real date, you think wistfully.

Once the man is properly hidden, you take out the watch again.

"Didn't your partner say they'd only be five minutes? It's been twenty," the manager is saying.

"Are you changing the subject, perhaps?"

"No! I'm suspicious."

"Whatever reason to be suspicious, my good man! I'm sure they haven't gotten themself into any trouble. We have wine to enjoy!"

That's your Mayor. Crazy and theatrical as ever.

"Nonetheless." The manager snaps his fingers, grabbing the last bodyguard's attention. In a silent movement, he instructs the hulking man to follow you, sealing his fate.

You listen for a few more moments, biting your lip as you watch the manager play right into the Mayor's hands.

Either from intimidation or something else.

God, he's good.

You're too busy admiring your comrade to notice the danger.

Too late, you hear the restroom door swing open, and suddenly there stands a tall, imposing figure in the doorway. Your escape route is blocked. The bodyguard spares one glance at you, and the occupied bathroom stall next to you, and correctly assumes the worst.

You whip to your feet, stuffing the watch in your pocket where you feel it dissipate into the clothes.

"Uh-" You start, offering a show of hands. "Nice bathroom, huh?"

The bodyguard shuts the door and locks it.

Damnit.

You roll your shoulders, feeling regret at the prospect of damaging your outfit. Keeping your cool, you meet the guy's cold gaze behind his dark sunglasses. "I'm guessing you don't want to talk about it with me."

Silence.

"Good. 'Cause you'll soon be talking about how you got the best sleep of your life-"

You lunge, teeth bared.

The bodyguard is well prepared, though.

One quick movement of his arm is all it takes to stop your plans all together and send to crashing to the floor, wheezing and clutching your stomach.

He stalks towards you, footsteps loud on the chalk white, polished floor.

You wince as his hand raises to crush you, when-

When his eyes glaze over.

Mouth open in a silent, shocked scream, he convulses on the spot, crumbling to the floor in a mess of noiseless gasps and gags. His skin turns sallow and grey, the life draining from his eyes.

You look up.

The Mayor stands over the bodyguard's lifeless body, eyes glowing.

They dim down a bit when they lock with yours, but that unhinged smile never leaves. "What a coincidence to see you, my dear! I see you're having trouble with your part of the mission."

"Thank you," you gasp, scrambling to your feet. "I tried to seduce him with the architecture here- quite pretty, might I say - but he wasn't having it. You wanna take his place?"

"I'd be delighted," he hums cheerily, holding out a hand. "But I do believe we are short on time."

"Right, right. Did you just suck out his soul, by the way?"

As you take his arm and he draws you close, the both of you oblivious to the chaos outside the beautiful restaurant, the Mayor has the dignity to roll his eyes fondly. "I doubt that concerns you, darling, but I suppose it's fruitless to offer a different explanation."

"I think it was so hot," you flirt, grinning stupidly.

He merely blinks, pulling you closer. A word of preparation in your ear and he teleports the both of you to your dinner table, above the madness taking place below.

The manager looks furious.

"There you are! One minute we were just about to sign the papers and the next, you vanish!"

The Mayor simply smiles smugly. "Apologies! I was simply protecting my comrade from danger! I'm sure you understand."

The target's eyes dart from you to the menacing bone demon at your side. Realization crosses his uneasy face. "Where are my guards?" He wonders briefly, glancing down the balcony.

At that moment, the Mayor makes his move.

He locks eyes with you. "Close your eyes, my darling. We'll be leaving, now."

You obey without thought, squeezing your eyes shut.

The world spins out of focus and you feel your feet swept out from under you, but the Mayor keeps a firm hold of you. Even when your feet once again meet solid ground, he won't relinquish his hold, if but a mere relaxation of his grip.

You crack an eye open.

"Well done."

Both eyes flick wide to take in your surroundings. You're back in LBD's underground fortress, the chaos of The Dragon Dynasty but a mere ghost of what it was.

At your side; the Mayor, dressed in his usual attire. Fancy suit gone.

At your feet; the manager, tied up and gagged.

Asleep, mercifully.

Your own beautiful attire has been reduced to what it was before, all traces of LBD's magic gone. Part of you misses feeling so wonderfully luxurious, but you're really just happy to be alive and back home.

Lady Bone Demon herself slowly descends the stone steps, her stony gaze bordering on approval. Crouching, she inspects the demon at her feet. "Excellent," she hisses.

Sharp, cold eyes flick upwards. "You may go."

The Mayor gives a short bow, still smiling, still with his arm around your waist.

It shifts to hook around your arm, gently yet firmly tugging you away. "Enjoy, my Lady."

You remain silent, something you'd learned was appreciated here. Only when the towering doors to LBD's chambers close do you turn to the Mayor with a goofy smile on your face.

"That was awesome!"

He allows himself to relax, smile more casual. "Agreed."

"Let's not do that ever again."

"Never?"

You laugh, feeling light as air as you travel down the large, imposing hallway, adorned with countless side doors and flaring blue torches. You've gotten used to the bones in every corner, with furry rodents scattering into eyes of skulls and through cracks in the walls.

When you calm down, the Mayor stops and leans down, murmuring right in your ear. "You know, I'd like to have that kiss back now."

Your heart jumps.

Eyes wide, you stare up at him, noses inches apart.

"I-I thought you didn't notice . . ."

"You thought I was oblivious?" A softer smile lights his features, white eyes boring into yours. A deep chuckle vibrates in his throat. "Oh, sweet thing. I thought you were adorable tonight."

Cheeks heating up, you swallow dryly. "T-Thanks. I, um . . . thought you were pretty-"

The last part of your sentence is cut off rather sharply.

The Mayor closes the distance between your lips in one swift movement, one hand sliding behind your head to gently coax you forward.

His lips are cold.

Yet so, very soft. You close your eyes, tilting your head ever so slightly. He can surely feel your small smile by now.

After a moment, he leans back, only to kiss your forehead tenderly.

You bite your lip, trying to calm your heart.

"I eagerly await the next few days," the Mayor mumbles, white eyes half-lidded as they fix on you, inspecting your features fondly. The hand behind your head goes to brush your cheek, touch feather-light. "We don't have to play chess."

God, you love him.

Struggling against a laugh, you meet his warm gaze. "You'd better hope not."

#LBD like “oh yeah. i can make this work.”#but still evil #no she doesn't care she's just bored i tell you #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk mayor #mayor x reader #oneshot #fluff #tw fight scene #brief #romance #they kiss yessir #pls i love this man #THANK YOU CHIMEMORI #long post #got carried away. so worth it

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firstofficerwiggles · 1 month

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Congratulations not the milestone and the many more to come! May I get a sweet and spicy letter from the our big strong Mandolorian?

Thank you so much!! Din is perfect for a sweet and spicy letter what with all that time he has traveling in his ship (18+ under the cut)

Hi sweetheart,

How are you doing, beautiful? It’s nice and peaceful here in hyperspace now that the little guy is taking a much needed nap, snoring away in his little pod. I’m feeling pretty good myself. Our mission for the New Republic went decently well and I’m coming back with a load of credits in my pockets so that’s always a good thing. I was thinking I’d maybe take you shopping if you’d like. We can go to that store that sells all those lacy little things you like to wear for me. After I ripped that last one off you, I did promise to get you a new one. Although, I might have to get you a few of them, it’s so hard to resist you in those, and they don’t quite stand up to Mandalorian strength. What can I say, sweetheart, you just make me so eager. I have a feeling you might be pretty eager too when I get home. It’s been a while and I know how needy you can get. Of course I get needy too. I miss having your soft arms around me and hearing that sweet way you say my name when you’re in the mood for cuddling and more. Oh and you know I love it when you tease me by finding little slivers of my skin to run your fingers over or even better when you kiss me there. I’m imagining you tugging my cowl down just so you can press a soft kiss to my neck. Hmm, might be getting a bit warm on this ship. Maybe I should take off a few things to get more comfortable? I could even send you a picture if you’d like to see. I do remember you telling me how much you like seeing me with just my helmet on. Ha ha ha, I’m only teasing, besides I think if I tried to undress in here, I might get stuck in my flight suit or something. This ship is zippy but it doesn’t really have any extra space, does it? But no worries, it won’t be too long until I’m home with you and then I’m certain you’ll be able to help me take off all these layers. I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart.

Love,

Din

One more day to send in an ask for Wiggles' Follower Celebration

#the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #star wars #wiggles follower celebration

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probieravi · 2 years

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Freebie: “I really can’t take you places, can I?” (Fondly, of course)

“I really can’t take you places, can I?”

Eddie sends him a withering glare from next to him. He stops grumbling under his breath, though, which was kind of Buck’s goal; not that Buck really minded, anyway. Because Eddie’s here with him, at ass-crack in the morning, even though it’s their day off and last night he kept talking about sleeping in; he’s here, with the early morning light cutting across his face all pretty, turning slivers of his light blue sweater golden, and if they weren’t in the middle of the line for the farmer’s market, Buck would be tempted to kiss him.

Actually—

He leans forward, fitting his lips to the hinge of Eddie’s jaw; it’s a whisper of a kiss, something tame and gentle, but he feels Eddie shiver all the same.

“I don’t get why we couldn’t come at ten like usual,” Eddie grouses, leaning into Buck’s space. He tucks his hand into the kangaroo pocket of Buck’s hoodie, chin resting on his shoulder.

Visits to the farmer’s market have been commonplace since Buck moved in a few months ago; any Sunday they’re not working, they come here and get fresh vegetables, fresh bread, sample those little sausages Eddie pretends to hate. Inexplicably, they’ll always leave with a new candle (last time it was called Sunflower Saturdays) and something for Christopher (he’s been going through a fruit phase; they picked up a bunch of Christmas oranges he loved last time they were here, plus a cactus fruit he was kind of obsessed with), and probably a bottle of weird, natural wine that Buck wants to try. It’s routine, and it’s nice, but today is—special.

“Because if we came at ten,” Buck says, letting Eddie lean his full weight against him, “they’d be out of the honey.”

“The honey,” Eddie echoes. Buck glances down; his eyes are closed, dark eyelashes fanning across his face. “They sell honey at Trader Joe’s.”

“Ah,” Buck murmurs, hand drifting to wrap around Eddie’s waist. He tucks it beneath the hem of Eddie’s sweater, swiping his thumb along his bare skin. “Not this honey.”

“He’s right, you know,” the woman in front of them says, turning around. She’s got bright red hair and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that make her eyes seem extra big. “This is special honey.”

“Special honey,” Eddie repeats. “Honey is honey is honey, or whatever.”

“Not this honey,” Buck and the woman say together. Eddie makes an unbecoming noise under his breath.

Eventually, the doors to the market open, and everyone in line—about a hundred people, if Buck had to guess—begin to shuffle inside. Some people make a beeline right for the coffee stands—Eddie almost does, would if Buck wasn’t still wrapped around him—and he hears someone shout, distantly, “Don’t trample anyone!”

It’s—nice. It’s domestic, and lovely, and Buck is so in fucking love with his life that he could choke on it.

They make their way to the honey booth quickly—Buck is basically dragging Eddie, if he’s being honest—and find another line there; this one is much shorter, only about ten people, but Buck starts bouncing on his toes anyway, eager and nervous and—

“Baby,” Eddie says, voice soothing, “it’s just honey.”

“You’re just honey,” Buck replies nonsensically. Eddie raises and eyebrow at him; Buck kisses the arch of it. “I just really want this honey.”

“It’s just honey,” Eddie repeats.

“It’s special lavender honey,” Buck corrects. He’s quiet for a long moment, and then he sighs. “It’s not about the honey, really.”

“Oh, yeah, I knew that,” Eddie says. “I wasn’t sure if you did, though.”

“I just—it’s almost been a year.” A year since they got together; since they said fuck it and stopped tiptoeing around the feelings that have been building between them for ages. A year since Buck decided he was allowed to have something good, for once. Something great.

“Best year of my life,” Eddie says, so fucking earnest that something in Buck’s chest squeezes tight. “And whatever you’re thinking—”

“It’s not self-deprecating,” Buck’s quick to assure. “Or at least, not that self-deprecating. I just want our anniversary to be perfect, you know?”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says, moving to stand in front of Buck, uttering a little pardon me when he bumps into the man in front of them. Once he’s in front of him, Eddie puts his hands on Buck’s shoulder, darting his eyes around until Buck meets them; it’s a familiar position, one from years ago. “Sweetheart,” he says again, “if it’s with you, it’s going to be perfect.”

“I know,” Buck murmurs, reaching up to cup Eddie’s elbows. “I know, I do, but you—come on, Eds. Don’t you think we deserve something special? After everything we’ve been through?”

“Buck, it’s all special.” Eddie grins, then, private and bright, and Buck wants to kiss him silly; wants to marry him. “Every little thing—waking up with you on my chest. Falling asleep curled around you. Making breakfast together. Being your partner at work. Those weird five-couple dates with the team. Barbecues at Bobby’s, and wine nights at Hen’s, and trips to the fucking zoo with Chris—all of it is special, because it’s with you. Because it’s us.”

Buck blinks back wetness in his eyes, mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish. “That’s—that’s way too romantic for seven in the morning, Eddie.”

“What can I say?” Eddie says, leaning in until their foreheads are touching, noses brushing. “You bring out something in me, Buckley.” He kisses Buck then, chaste and warm, and Buck feels it right down to his toes that this is his life; his future. “Now,” Eddie says, pulling back a little. “Let’s get your dumb honey so we can go back to bed. You owe me for the early wake-up call.”

And Buck—Buck’s never been happier to owe Eddie anything.

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-chinhands- Lamond and Sven for character thoughts!

my best friends???? bet. i’ll enjoy this, ty

Lamond

What my Arisen thinks of him:

Syl wasn’t sure about him at first, almost like he got a bad impression, but not quite. Pawns kept insisting that Lamond might have something to share, should he get the drink he likes, which knowing their ability to travel to other worlds, means Lamond will have something to share should he get the drink he wants. Eventually besides the training he receives from the former Arisen, he got a solid friend. Lamond makes him laugh at times it’s too hard for Syl to even smile. And, Syl absolutely spotted the scar before Lamont told him he was formerly Arisen, Syl pretended to be surprised… It wouldn’t do well to let the man know he was staring, okay. Sylvas would sometimes go to the hot springs, only so he can stop to spend some time with Lamond. He appreciates the skills he taught him, and holds onto every affable advice the man says. Like every former Arisen he came to know, Syl hopes to make him proud.

What my Pawn thinks of him:

Winterheart met the Warfarer in multiple other worlds before her own Arisen’s, and she was eager for Sylvas to learn from him. So she might have hinted to him about the illicit means of which he can acquire some Newt Liquor and some locations until he finally learned the vocation. Beyond that, any friend of Syl’s is a friend of hers, and Lamond particularly is quite friendly towards her. She’s curious about him in regards of him being a former Arisen, even more than Syl is, but it isn’t like her to nose around asking questions. She feels concerned for the man sometimes, and at different points did she worry he’d be a bad influence on Syl, he isn’t. Winnie really enjoyed the times he travelled with them, for she rarely gets another warrior in the party and she has ideas. She appreciates the things she learned from him quite a lot, and thinks he’s one of the best maisters.

What he thinks of my Arisen:

Lamond quite enjoys finding a new way to mess with each new Arisen every few decades, Syl was no different. With every visit Lamond’s absent heart grew fonder, for Syl can give as good as he takes whether it came to quips or sparring. Developed some love akin to what one would have for a little brother, though he wouldn’t dare say the lad reminds him of himself. Mostly because it isn’t true, as Arisen… he had only wanted to get it over with and get his heart back, the singleminded focus on his charge had cost him many things, land lead to failure. Now if Syl was as singleminded, he wouldn’t visit him so often, so there’s a feeling of relief every time. He tries to be a bit of a mentor on things beyond battle, but he’s miserably bad at lecturing, and Syl seems to hardly need it, he’s got a good sense of duty already. Lamond thinks there’s nothing he can do to push away the gnawing worry, so he lets him be.

What he thinks of my Pawn:

He likes Winnie, she’s got… more soul than he remembers pawns having from his experience. It isn’t weird or worrying at all, oh no. He admires her skill and thinks her a very respectable warrior, often he teases Sylvas by saying he should be more like her, but Syl simply doesn’t like a heavy sword. He thinks she’s perfect as Syl’s companion pawn, from times he’s traveled with them. Lamond thinks Syl is very smart to always try his best to listen to the strategies and plans she proposes. Most of all, he thinks she’s a good friend.

Bonus: An extra headcanon I have about him:

He loves helping the Arisen after him, it gives him a purpose, and it may stop them from ending up like him. Though deep down, oh it would be nice for one of them to stick around forever.

SVEN

What my Arisen thinks of him:

Sven was the first friend Syl made in this new life, and in a way, the first (human) friend ever. He was happy to help him, and then very happy to run into him in the castle, of course it wasn’t a surprise that he was queen regent Disa’s son. That fact never deterred Sylvas, it might have urged him to befriend Sven harder. His trust in Sven was oddly unquestionable, but then Sven was helping him and Captain Brant, his trust was in the right place. Syl visits Sven a lot, and a lot, Sven is just so enthusiastic about Syl’s stories and he loves talking to him. They’d talk and talk until Sven forgets his urging for Syl to leave before it gets dark, only he’d remember once it gets dark. At the very least, sneaking out of Sven’s chambers at night has enhanced Syl’s ability at sneaking around the castle. In hindsight, Sylvas wonders why it took him so long to realize he was in love with the regentkin. Perhaps it’s the lack of a heart beating in his chest, Sven was patient til Sylvas braved a confession.

What my Pawn thinks of him:

Oh, nice enough lad. Though no one can be good enough for Sylvas, and Winnie believes that just because Sven wouldn’t hurt a fly doesn’t mean he can’t break her Arisen’s heart. Their relationship has cost her a lot of worrying over Syl, staying out of her sight too long behind the castle gates, once or twice he had entered through the gates and walked out of the gaol escape route after getting imprisoned. Alas, he would afterwards speak to her with a big wide grin, and at times, that’s all she needs to see.

What he thinks of my Arisen:

Befriending Sylvas was an act of rebellion from him as well. Of course, he didn’t know it at first, but it’s the fact that he didn’t push him away after finding out. And why would he? More reason why he shouldn’t, like helping Captain Brant uncover his mother’s plots.. He would ever hold the memory of his first meeting with Syl dearly, in a way he was too Sven’s first friend. Even if Syl knew who Sven is, he didn’t help or befriend him for his title at all. Sven tries to observe him closely through the stories he told, to see if he’s right for the throne or not. He is, undoubtedly. As were Sven’s feelings towards him, which he tried to push away a lot harder than Sylvas did, albeit he fell first. The last thing he ever wants is to put Syl in danger, and sabotage their plans, over feelings. Once they were out in the open, in the privacy of his chambers, it was a lot less difficult to deal with.

What he thinks of my Pawn:

Sven hadn’t many opportunities to get to know Winterheart well, and it isn’t at all because she avoids him, oh no. So from stories, he admires her and appreciates her for being such good partner to Sylvas.

Bonus: An extra headcanon I have about him:

Sven is a big gift giver, almost every little trinket he gets his hands on is given to someone he holds dear… even his mother. He really treasures the gifts Syl or anyone else brings him.

#dd2 #syl & winnie #lamond #sven #sylsven <333 #my thoughts so jumbled i hope this wasn’t a hot mess #lamond wish u weren’t this mysterious buddy i know you don’t try to be and the game is just half cooked at places #i’ll be like. source: my Heart #i promise you winnie doesn’t dislike sven. they only been in a room alone Once and it was awkward #syl & winnie: SHES A LESBAIN. HES GAY. THEIR 33 YEAR MARRIAGE WILL CHANGE YOUR PERCEPTION OF LOVE

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#omoSummer2023 Day 1: At the pool (My Hero Academia)

The summer heat in Japan is truly not something one should mess with. The high humidity mixed with the over 37 celsius temperatures can give someone heatstroke easily. That is why staying hydrated is so important…As Ida has reminded Katsuki every twenty minutes for the past three hours.

Class 1-A decided to skip out on the fancy indoor pool the UA has to offer, wanting to have a day off from training and actually enjoy themselves considering it's summer vacation. They opted to go to the neighborhood pool in Tsu’s part of town. Each of them had to pay a 500 yen fee to get in the door and rent a locker. Katsuki was against the whole idea at first, but Shittyhair and Pikachu managed to convince him under the pretense they would race and he had to show them he could kick their asses at anything, even without using his quirk.

So here he was, at the pool. Although not much racing has been had because after getting here, the girls commandeered the pool, wanting to float on little rafts, kicking the boys out of the pool because their splashing and overall rough housing makes the water too choppy for them to relax. Kirishima has the idea to get everyone slushy from the concession stand.

Katsuki happily accepted a cola flavored one and downed it in no time. The umbrella he is sharing with Ida is nice, but he is still sweating buckets. A pon watching him down the sugary beverage, Ida offered him a bottle of water from the cooler he brought with, saying something about how he is incharge of his class even outside of school and he can't have anyone getting dehydrated. Katsuki accepted and when he finished that bottle, another was handed to him. Before he even realized it he had dowed nearly four whole water bottles, and another was being pushed on him.

Katsuki could feel a small need building. He has already needed to go before getting to the pool.He figured he would just go when he changed, but him and Kirishima shared a locker and he was eagerly pushing him to change and get out to the pool to race, so he ignored it….Honestly he figured he would just piss in the pool while racing. It's not like he is foreign to the concept. He always pees in the pool at UA, figures they can afford the extra chlorine.

“I bought french fries and Nachos! Does anyone want some?” Sero walked over from the food stand over where the slushies were, carrying a large plate of nachos topped with bacon and jalapenos, Katsuki’s mouth was already salivating at the delicious spicy morales. He nods to Sero and the boy takes a seat on his lounger. Katsuki wastes no time digging in, taking huge bites of tortilla chips and cheese.

After a few bites, Katsuki finds himself reaching for his water bottle once again. The jalapenos they use at this place are extra hot and his tongue is tingling. Sero is also guzzling some sort of colorful beverage he bought at the stand. Katsuki groans as he finishes his fifth water bottle, feeling absolutely filled to the brim with Nachos and water, but mostly water. He looks over behind himself at the bathroom and decides he is desperate enough to warrant slipping on his flip flop and taking a piss.

He walks back over to the locker room, in search of the toilets. When he changed earlier he only saw the changing rooms and the lockers so he doesn't exactly know where to go. He rounds a corner, tucked back behind the family locker room to see the bathroom doors. Seeing the little blue sign with a man on it always makes him have to go more. He hurries over, cringing at the water he steps in as he walks, clearly people don't dry off before walking around.

Katsuki goes to grab the handle, eager now to expel all the liquid inside him when it doesn't budge. He tries it a few more times before getting angry and stepping back, that's when he sees it. A coin slot located right below the handle with a worn out sign saying ‘entering is 100 yen’

Katsuki groans. He really needs to go now. He looks around before giving himself a quick squeeze, his light orange speedo not giving much of a barrier. It feels good and gives him enough mental relief from his predicament to form a plan. He needs to get his wallet from his locker. Deciding that he begrudgingly walks away from the toilet and heads to the locker room.

He finds his locker rather quickly and precisely runs up to it, nobody is there to witness his restlessness, thank god. He goes to yank it open when he realizes he doesn't have the key. Him and Kirishima shared a locker because with the entry fee and towel rental fee, they both were running low on cash, Katski particulate was since he used his summer allowance a week prior on new gym shoes and gym shorts. He curses himself now for spending so recklessly. He gives himself another subtle squeeze, this time, it's harder to let go because he has to go so much more than before. Just knowing he can't get immediate relief has made him go from a five to a seven rather quickly.

He exits the locker room, beelining over the towels, eye scanning their group for the red haired friend but not having any luck.

“Oi, glasses, where is Kirishima?” Katsuki turns to Ida who is handing a water bottle to Koda.

“While you were gone, Sero got another thing of Nachos, but he spilled the hot cheese on his lap and it gave him a burn so Kirishima took him to the nurses station.” Ida says firmly, Katsuki sighs, He looks around and doesn't even see the nurses station, Not really wanting to look for it, his eyes turn to the pool, The girls are all floating on one end of the pool, away from the stairs…If he just waded in the shallow end and didn't make a commotion he could easily piss and cool off. He makes up his mind and starts to head to the water.

“Bakugo, Wait.” His shoulder is grabbed and it takes everything in him not to cross his legs as he turns around, Ida is giving him a stern look.

“What?!” Katsuki hisses, he just wants to piss, god damnit.

“You just ate. You have to wait thirty-minutes before swimming.” Ida says with no waver in his tone.

“Your kidding? Thats-Thats just a myth!” Katsuki laughs at him, but Ida doesn't let go of his shoulder.

“Stomach cramps and drowning are no joke, come sit, I'll keep you company. Don't worry the pool will still be there once you have had time to digest.” Katsuki follows him back to the lounge, taking a seat atop his towel again. He wanted to scream at Ida and tell him he has to pee so bad he feels like he is going to explode, but even he is against being that open about peeing outside of a toilet.

Katsuki sits and settles on tapping his foot, looking around hoping Kirishima will show up before things get worse. He feels a constant throbbing pain in his bladder already, so he doesn't really know what could be worse but he doesn't want to find out.

“Here.” Ida taps his shoulder, Katski grunts and looks in his direction, not really wanting to talk to him, considering how annoying he is being. He looks down at Ida’s hand offering him another bottle of water. “You haven't had enough to drink, you look uncomfortable, you might be dehydrated.” Katsuki rolls his eyes. He isn't dehydrated in the slightest, if anything, He needs to be less hydrated. He grabs the bottle with his hand and his body decides right then, it needs to get rid of some of its hydration because a small squirt of pee leaves Katsuki’s body. He drops the bottle in his lap and quickly presses his legs together.

“Oops, sorry it's really cold, I had Todoroki come and freeze the cooler again while you were gone.” Katsuki gives Ida no response and just hopes he leaves him alone. Soon enough he turns his attention to offering all of the girls waters as well, and Katsuki takes this time to inspect the damage.

There is a wet spot on the bulge of his speedo. The thing shows wetness a lot and is so thin, it holds nothing. That small leak is so visible and his body is screaming at him to let it happen again. He can't. He has twenty more minutes until he can get into the pool. He shimmies his towel out from under himself and places it over his legs, sliding a hand under and grabbing his cock for dear life, he just hopes this will be enough to get him through.

Ten minutes later and it's not enough. The palms of his hands are slipping as he tries to get a good grip thought his now soaked speedo. He leaked badly a few seconds ago. Ida came back and made him take a sip of the water, since it was obviously left unopened. When he removed his hands and the cold water made contact with his lips, he was done for. He only managed to cut off the stream when he closed the water and shoved his hands back under himself, Luckily it stopped, but not without pain.

“Hgggnnng” Katsuki groaned under his breath. The heat of all the piss trapped just at the tip of his cock is screaming at him. His body feels tingly from the sensation of letting go he just experienced. The lounge he is sitting in is one of those ones with fabric slats all across it, the kind that sinks down when you sit in it. He can see the ground below him is dry. He never did get a chance to get in the pool yet so any liquid under his chair would be obvious, thankfully, his towel caught most of the damage.

“Are you okay?” Katsuki looks up at the voice seemingly pointed at him, Its icy hot, standing with a bottle of suncream in his hands.

“I-” Katsuki doesn't know what to say. He gets his with another sudden wave of desperation and squeezes his hands tighter into his lap. “No.” He grunts out, feeling like he might lose it any second.

“You know…they have restrooms here.” Todorki says in his monotone voice. The tone usually doesn't bother Katsuki, rather he finds it calming but right now, the fact that he can be so calm while Katsuki feels another leak threaten to spill out of him makes him mad.

“Costs money.” He manages the words, they come out like a whisper.

“It's only 100 yen…It looks like it would be worth the investment.” Katsku can't believe his ears, was that Icyhots attempt at a joke? He shakes his head, he can't make fun of him now, he is too focused on not pissing in his pool chair.

“No-ahnnnnnggg wallet.” At this point, the pain from just squeezing himself so hard to keep in what his overworked bladder muscles are failing to do is causing half of the pain.

“Oh, I have 100 yen here.” Katsuki feels the cold coin drop into his lap, but he can't take it. He can't move his hands. “Well? Are you gonna go or just sit there and wet your pants?” Katsku looks up, feeling like he could cry but forcing himself not to.

“Can't get up, I'll piss if I move.” Katsuki manages a full sentence, a sentence that gets a jolt of something to spread across Totodorki’s face.

“Well, shit.” Katsuki has to hold back a laugh, Todoroki cussing was not on his summer bucket list, but neither was pissing himself.

“Shit, fuck.” Katsuki feels it, all of his resolve leaving him. A warm burst of liquid rushes into his hands. He quickly removes one from inside of his towel and grabs the outside, pushing it up against himself to catch the piss slowly leaving him. He cant stop it, the trickle is gaining traction and fast. “Im pissing, Fuck, Icy-Todoroki! Help! Fuck-” Katsku panic’s he can see the first few drips leaving his lap and splattering on the ground below him.

“Uh-” Katsuki can't look up from the towel in his hand, rapidly soaking with his urine, he's not feeling any relief, only panicking as the towel gets wetter and wetter and moving obvious drips patter into the ground below him. He see’s motion in the corner of his eye. “Oops.” He hears the remake before he feels it,

“Ah! shIT- oh my fuck!” He practically jumps up from his spot, ice cold water from a water bottle is being poured over his head. The cold quickly meets warm as he loses all control. He is peeing, uncountably at this point. A hot, warm stream is flowing with such force out of him that it is arcking from his crotch, the speedo might as well not even be there at this point. He quickly shoves the towel back over himself and pretends to be drying his wet chest off from the water bottle.

“Stop for a second, it's obvious.” Todoroki whispers to him. He knows what he is saying, He can see the water bottle water isn't dripping off him enough to hide his accident anymore, the amount of liquid leaving him is far too intense, but it takes him a while to convince himself to stop. He does manage to stop it.

“You have five seconds to help me before I’m pissed again, I'm not joking.” Katsuki grunts, the pain from stopping is almost as bad as when he was holding himself.

“Race you into the water!” Todorki screams, taking off running from their spot, He looks over at Ida who looks over at him and nods, giving him the okay to get into the pool. He notices the girls are not there and starts to take off. The second he is running, it's all over. Piss is flowing down the inside of his leg, he can feel it picking up speed, but it doesn't matter because he cannon balls right into the pool. Finally, he can relax. And he does. He lays back into the water, the waves from his cannon ball moving him around slightly as he releases five water bottles and a large slushy worth of piss in the water.

The water around his crotch is warm and it feels weird in contrast to the cold pool water. The tingly sensation from before is now all over his body as he pisses, he swears he has never needed to go so badly in his life.

“Heh, feel good?” Todoroki’s voice suddenly in his ear causes him to open his eyes, he didn't even realize mid-relief he had closed them.

“You realize you're like, swimming in my piss right?” Katsuko teases, feeling his stream start to taper off, leaving his midsection feeling sore but empty.

“You realize with a 100 yen charge to use the toilet, this pool is probably 98 percent pee.” Todorki says, closing his eyes “99 percent now.” he smirks.

“Ha- You know what, your alot less fucking annoying in the summer.” Katski shoves Todoroki, who splashes water back at him,

“Ew, don't splash me with the piss water!” Katsuki laughs, feeling so much better, and now that he doesnt have to pee, he realizes he could actualy use a bottle of water, considering how fucking hot out it is.

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