#Like so hydrated that you don't just piss out all the water in your body before you can actually fall asleep

[krafterwrites]

Why do I just get woken up in the middle of the night. Does my body want me to be unable to do anything productive and just play Fortnite. Well I'm going to because the new season is great but still FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[rottiens]

I...see..you like piss...😳 so can we talk about stepmom yuki and piss

Cw. Stepcest, very subtle mommy kink, piss kink, afab reader, cheating.

I see her pouring you glass after glass of water, on a hot summer day it's no wonder your stepmom wants to take care of you and seeks to keep you hydrated, after all, yuki has always been so considerate.

She has her hair up in a bun and a thin tank top overflowing her boobs spilling outward and you try not to stare. Although the mole near her cleavage is almost impossible to ignore.

You bring the lemonade to your mouth and look at her over the sunglasses. "Thanks, mommy." Oh, she hated it when you called her that, so you just grin at her feigning innocence when she gives you that look. Too young to be your mother, too old for your age. "Want to help me with the sunscreen?"

The crystal clear water reflects your painted toenails as you splash the calm water, waiting patiently for yuki to position herself behind your back; her legs on either side of your hips joining together next to your feet sunk in the pool.

The warmth of her body is hard to escape, no matter how much you focus on texting or swiping your phone screen it's hard not to pay attention to her fingers massaging your shoulder blades, going under the part of your top to reach more skin.

"It's okay if I take the top off, can you cover yourself with your hands?"

You want to say no, but your lips are busy answering yes, wetting your throat with another gulp of lemonade. Yuki slides her hands down your back gently, moving up and down until she ends up on your lower back where she moves down to your thighs.

"You want some sunblock in here too?"

Her hands are gentle massaging the flesh of your thighs, spreading them open and apart with such force that she separates the folds of your pussy in the process.

"Mommy…" Yuki purrs like a bird, moves closer to you and grinds her big tits against your bare back and you'd swear you can feel her hard nipples. "I think I need to go pee."

You're so hot. From the sun, the humidity and the discomfort between your thighs.

She purrs once more. "It's okay, you're wet anyway. Why don't you pee here?"

"That's gross, no…" you stammer, loosening your grip on your chest a little the moment she slips a long index finger between the edges of your bikini bottom, brushing one of your wet pussy lips.

"I'll keep massaging you while you do it." A mewling sound leaves your lips, you throw your head back against her shoulder and let her thumb massage your clit.

"Yuki…"

"Does that feel good?"

Before you can respond she lets a finger into your dripping pussy, taking it to the sky of your insides right away pressing hard. She giggles.

"You're pushing too hard…" you warn her, pressing your thighs against her wrist.

Yuki leans her head forward and her breath is against your neck, gasping as she watches two of her fingers fuck you open.

"Let it out. Wet my fingers, you don't have to fight it."

With a face full of embarrassment and between gasping breaths that come thanks to the thrust of her hand you feel the warm liquid spill between your sticky thighs and her fingers that continue to stimulate you until you finish riding out your orgasm.

She leaves a kiss on your neck, another on your cheek, and sweat beads on her lips.

"More lemonade?"

[misterfynn]

cw // this post involves bladder control, wetting, and piss/pet play

Good girls let their dom control when they pee, but good girls also need to hydrate. It's a truly wonderful combination. So go grab a glass of water and I want you to take 2 big drinks before reading further.

Good girl!

Did being told to hydrate feel good? Is your mind already wandering? Take another drink. Your body is thanking you for hydrating! But I bet it's making you think of a time your bladder was super full. How you could practically feel it about to burst unless you find a toilet. Indulge in that feeling.

Take another drink.

It's exciting isn't it? Knowing that one little sneeze, cough, or waiting too much longer and you will soak yourself. How humiliating it would be if everyone saw you wet yourself. How embarrassed you'd be as they laugh at you as you can't help but piss down your leg. You would have to hide your face in shame as you go home to change your clothes. But be honest with yourself, you're not embarrassed about wetting yourself. You're embarrassed at how wet the idea of the humiliation is making you.

Take another drink.

Silly girl, I bet you can't help now but let that arousal guide you. Your mind wandering to what else you could do with a full bladder, and how else you can degrade yourself. I bet you want to feel how full it is with your holes filled too, bladder close to bursting. How embarrassing would it be if your dom was deep inside you, and you suddenly got really wet.

Take another drink.

I bet he's wondering if you squirted, only to pull out to find you wetting yourself, soaking the bed, and him. You made such a mess and will have to be punished for it, but you're already crying. You know it felt too good and you had to release, and now you pissed all over his cock!

Take another drink slut.

You look cute crying, covered in your own piss, begging to be filled again because you were so close but didn't get to cum. Unfortunately, you showed you're nothing but an animal who can't control her bladder. Before you know it, you will find your face being rubbed in the mess you made, just like a puppy who hasn't been potty trained properly. Don't worry, I will train you.

Take another drink pet.

From now on you'll have to use a pee pad whenever you need to go. Clearly you can't be trusted to hold it yourself like a human, so from now on I'll train you like a dog. To avoid wetting your clothes we will have to keep you naked too. It's okay, pets don't need clothes anyways, and this way, you can always hump yourself silly if you get too turned on by how full your bladder is.

Take another drink.

If you start fucking yourself next to your pee pad enough, I'll know that's you asking to be allowed to go. If I feel nice, I'll watch you piss yourself for me. But if I'm not, maybe I'll just have to tie you up, and watch you make a mess on the floor. The thought of having your face rubbed in it is going to make you cum isn't it?

Finish your water ❤️

[foone]

Electrolysis

So some info on this hair-removal procedure that I thought might be useful for anyone starting it or considering starting it. PSA: I'm not a doctor or an electrolysis tech, so this is not Expert Advice or anything. I'm just an interested amateur undergoing the procedure, with access to the interweb's collected knowledge.

I stuffed it under a readmore because it's long.

How's it work?

Basically they poke a needle into the hair follicle, and then pass electricity through your body. You'll be holding onto something or putting your hand in (salt) water to provide a path for the current.

This generates sodium hydroxide (aka Lye) though electrolysis, hence the name. The lye kills the follicle, and then the technician pulls out the hair with tweezers. If done correctly, that hair will never grow again.

Importantly: This is an external procedure. You see that pink layer around the follicle? That's a layer of skin. Your skin is not being punctured by the needle, it's simply sliding down the pocket in your skin that the hair lives in. So the needles need to be sterile because of the risk of accidental puncture, but this isn't like surgery or anything.

Does it hurt?

Yep. You're being zapped. Generally in my experience the needle doesn't hurt, but the current being on does hurt. It's not too severe, and importantly IT CAN BE ADJUSTED. See, the amount of time it takes to generate lye depends on the voltage used. If the pain is too intense to manage, your technician can lower the voltage. This'll make it take longer per hair, but it will hurt less. (And similarly, if it doesn't hurt much at all, they may be able to go faster by turning up the voltage)

It's not a "shock" type zap, where it's unexpected and high-intensity. You don't jump with fright. It's more of a "burning" (but without heat) kind of zap, where it's uncomfortable/painful over several seconds, slowly increasing and decreasing in intensity. You may want a stress ball to squeeze.

What should I do before the appointment?

Ask your technician! Generally they'll have a sort of pre-appointment appointment to talk about what you need to do, or they'll send you instructions.

But basically you're gonna want to have short hair in the area you're getting electrolysis done on: My technician suggested 1-4th to 1/8th inch (3-7mm). The idea is that it's long enough that they can grab it with the tweezers, but not so long it curls or gets kinky (lewd). I use an electric razor which comes with one of the shields for cutting hair to a specific length (which my wife bought to buzz her undercut!) and it works great. I just give it a once over the day before my appointment.

You should also make sure you're hydrated. Being dry makes it harder to get the hairs out. Try to do this the day before or early in the day: Not only because it takes a while for the water to make its way through your body and affect the tissues, but because you don't want to have to interrupt the hair removal session to go piss.

I tend to take some painkillers an hour or two before my procedure. Ibuprofen and Tylenol/Acetaminophen/Paracetamol are both over the counter and can be safely mixed, and work well for this. My roommate used to vape some THC before going into her appointments, that may also be an option for you.

You should also ask about topical numbing cream and if your technician wants you to use it. Sometimes it's not a good idea because it can make your skin slimy, but it can definitely help.

The stuff I use is topical lidocaine 5% cream: You will typically find this in the hemorrhoids section of your pharmacy: it's butt cream. Just make sure you are getting a kind that's not got a bunch of added "flavors" like aloe and oatmeal and coloring and the like. You want the most generic cheapest kind.

You put it on "like you're icing a cake". I get the 30g/1oz tubes, and I basically use one per session. You don't rub it in, you just cover the skin with it, as thick as you can. You want to put this on an hour before your session so it has time to sink in. After putting it on, you should cover it with some plastic wrap so it'll stay in place and not get on your mask or shirt or glasses. (You will probably still get it on your shirt. That's okay, it washes out easily)

You probably want to ask your technician which area you're going to be working on before the appointment, so you know where to cover. It's a waste of cream (and less effective) to cover your whole face if they're just going to be working on the moustache area! Speaking of which...

What should I do after the appointment?

Again, ask your tech, but general stuff is:

Ice the affected area. You'll probably have some redness and swelling from the procedure, so this helps minimize that.

Keep that area clean. Don't scratch it, and have some kind of sanitary wipes (I used witch hazel wipes) for when you forget and touch it accidentally. Get a new/clean mask and be careful with headphones, so you don't introduce any surface bacteria into the area.

Again, painkillers. They'll help.

This'll last 1-3 days depending on how fast you heal. It's not hugely noticeable on my skin, but be warned that it might be, like you got a big sunburn on your face.

How do sessions go / how many will it take?

So the thing about electrolysis is that it's not exactly fast. Basically they have to stick a needle in every single hair on the area of skin they're de-hairing, and typically this is the face, which has relatively dense hair. It takes a long while. So for example, in one of my first sessions, they basically started at my right sideburns and went down, making it maybe 2 inches (5cm) down my face, over 2 hours.

It's slow going. You will need a bunch of sessions. I'm sorry. The electrolysis tech who runs the clinic I go to said it could be anything from 30 sessions to 600, depending on your hair density and how much area needs to be covered.

But once they've gone over a section, that section is done, right?

Sadly, no. Hair goes through a cycle of growth-regression-resting, over a cycle that's dependent on where on the body it is and your particular genetics (and some environment conditions! this is why stress can make your hair fall out). If the hair has been shaved before and is in the resting phase, it's not there for the technician to get at. They'll need to go over that spot again to get the hairs they missed. How much this needs to be done depends on your body's hair growth. And sometimes you can be "done" and then a year later some hair pops out of nowhere because it decided to take a long nap and you need to go back for touch-ups. Those will be minor and quick, however, since you'll have far fewer hairs to need to be treated.

It's permanent in the long run, right?

Absolutely. And I mean that: ABSOLUTELY. It is the gold standard of hair removal. Properly electrolysised hair simply cannot come back: you are hairless there forever. There is no longer any living follicle in your skin to grow hair.

Is there only one type of electrolysis?

Nope! There's 2, or 3, or 2 and a half. or, arguably, only one. Basically the idea of "zap someone with electricity to get rid of hair" comes in three(ish) forms:

Galvanic Electrolysis

Thermolysis

Blend

The one I explained is Galvanic Electrolysis. You pass DC current through a follicle, it creates lye, the lye kills the follicle. This was the first one, and is nearly 150 years old. It was originally developed to treat ingrown eyelashes, which could cause blindness.

The second, Thermolysis, doesn't actually use electrolysis, so technically it's a type of "Electrology", the practice of hair-removal-with-electricity, of which Electrolysis is only one method. Instead of creating lye in the follicle, the probe is instead an RF transmitter, broadcasting several watts of high-frequency radio waves at a frequency where they'll be absorbed by the hair matrix, kinda like a microwave. This creates high temperatures (50°C/122°F) causing electrocoagulation, basically denaturing the proteins and killing the follicle that way.

The third (or 2.5th) method is Blend. As you might guess, this is simply mixing both of the above methods. It's relatively easy to do, as they both need an electrical probe, and you can just build one machine that switches between the two methods or combines them at the same time.

My particular electrolysis clinic manager feels very strongly that galvanic electrolysis is the way to go. It's slower than thermolysis or blend, but she believes this is more reliable and has fewer side-effects on the skin (as it's possible but hopefully unlikely for the skin to be damaged by the heat of thermolysis). But I think those are mainly her opinions rather than a scientific consensus, so you may want to do your own research if your local clinic does Thermolysis or does Blend. Maybe she's wrong.

Are there other methods/how effective are they?

Kinda. So the big competitor to electrolysis is Laser Hair Removal. Despite the name, the FDA (who regulates hair removal tech in the US) says it's not actually a form of hair removal, just a form of "hair reduction". It's not allowed to be advertised as permanent hair removal because of this.

Basically it works something like Thermolysis: A laser is fired at the skin, using a wavelength of light that will be mostly not absorbed by the skin, but will be absorbed by the darker and denser hair follicles. They'll heat up from the laser, and electrocoagulate, and die.

This has several advantages over electrolysis: It's far faster, it requires less training for technicians, and it's less painful. Note that that's less painful, not "painless". It still hurts, as you're being SHOT IN THE FACE WITH A LASER. (It also has the side-advantage for trans femmes that you can keep shaving while doing it, vs electrolysis which requires some hair growth)

So, the problems: First of all, even when working, it is less effective in general. You're unlikely to get all the follicles at once, and you'll need many passes over the same area to get anything like consistent coverage.

The second drawback is that it can have some very negative effects on your skin. If you can get photosensitive rashes, firing a laser at the skin will probably cause them to show up really badly. It also (anecdotally, at least) can have same negative effects on skin that thermolysis sometimes causes: all that heating causes damage to the skin, making it harder, less smooth, and potentially darker from the heat damage. Making sure to ice your face after treatment can help with this, reportedly.

But the third and final drawback is probably the biggest one: it's very color-sensitive. Basically for laser to work, you want VERY DARK HAIR on VERY PALE SKIN. If you have any other combination, it's simply not going to be very effective. The laser light needs to pass through the skin without being absorbed, then hit the hair follicle and dump all its energy there. If your hair is blonde, it'll keep going. if your skin is dark, it'll end up absorbing all the energy instead of the follicle, and they're basically giving you a suntan instead of hair reduction.

And even for someone who is pale with dark hair, it can STILL not be terribly useful! See, I'm in my 30s, so I have a couple grey hairs.

At least, that's what I thought, until I got laser hair removal. It turns out something like 5-10% of my facial hair was grey, and once you remove the 90-95% of the dark hair, guess what's left? 100% grey hairs! Basically laser hair removal just gave me a grey beard. Whoops.

And finally, there's IPL: Intense Pulsed Light. There's less to say with this one except that it's basically the same as laser hair removal, just at lower power levels and less specific wavelengths of lights (ie, it's more full-spectrum). Reportedly this gets near the effectiveness of laser (it's like 66% reduction after 6 months of treatment, vs 71% for laser), but can be done at home by the user. It has all the same side-effect problems, but worse as the light isn't as precisely targeted to a specific wavelength. If you can't get anything else, it's an option, but I wouldn't recommend it unless you're very pale with dark hair and no history of photosensitivity.

On a side note, both IPL and Laser do involve flashing very bright lights at your face. I don't think they're going to be repetitive or quick enough to cause issues with photosensitive epilepsy, but you should definitely ask your doctor if that's an issue. You can't close your eyes to avoid the flash, it will travel through your skin and hit your retinas through closed eyelids, it's both absolutely wild and a little scary.

How expensive is it?

Obviously this is going to vary a lot as healthcare is a nightmare, but generally if your health insurance covers trans-related things like hormones, it'll be covered for at least the face.

If it's not covered, the price will of course vary with your location and the clinic you go to, but it's not going to be cheap. Sessions are going to be like 1-2 hours and they're trained medical professionals. They get paid for their time. In the cheapest areas of the US, you're looking at like 30$ an hour, and in the most expensive, 130$ an hour.

Is it just for the face?

Nope! Anywhere you can get hair, you can do electrolysis. chest, back, arms, legs, crotch, whatever you want (I don't know if anyone has done their whole head to become permanently bald, but probably!)

Combined with the last question, that'll probably not be covered by insurance, as they'll be considered "cosmetic" rather than "medically necessary" (other than some non-face electrolysis that's done before bottom surgery to avoid issues with hair growing inside neovaginas or having a hairy neopenis).

Areas outside the face tend to go far faster as you don't have the same hair density there.

But what do you actually DO in an electrolysis session?

Lay down on a massage table in a dark room, with one hand in a metal bowl of salty water. A tech wearing a flashlight on their head pokes you with needles and zaps you for a few seconds, yanks the hair, then repeats the process. You can talk (if they're not working on the chin or other areas where it'd cause problems) and we usually chat for a half hour or so about random stuff, before settling into mostly silence, listening to some music playing off a streaming service. I spend most of the time thinking about stuff to write, either stories or programs.

It's not a continual procedure, they're repeatedly poking and pulling, so you can interrupt them whenever if you need to use the bathroom or shift position. I was worried that my ADHD would have trouble handling "do nothing for two hours" but honestly it's not too bad in my experience.

Is this only a trans thing?

Absolutely not! I'm writing this from that perspective, but anyone can get electrolysis. For example, often post-menopausal women get it on their upper lip, as the hormone shift causes them to grow facial hair. But you don't need a big trans and/or medical reason to get electrolysis: You can just go "HEY I HATE SHAVING AND ALSO I HATE HAVING HAIR" and decide to do it. You'll probably have to pay out of pocket for it, but it's your money. Have fun.

Just keep in mind that it is absolutely permanent. Make sure you are certain before doing it, because I think your only option if you change your mind would be an expensive hair transplant (if that'd even work. I'm not certain, off the top of my head)

[tonberry-yoda]

You Don't Have to Miss Me

Pairing - Reaper x reader

Warnings - none! angsty, but fluffy, but angsty lol (i also didnt proofread this at all lol, so if there are some funky bits, i really dont care lmaooooo)

Word Count - 1,954

Notes - i have been loving overwatch and then this hottie appeared and i was like... dangit. now i have to write for him smh. this is 7 pages on google docs lmaooo. im not the biggest fan of this one, but i thought i would just put it here for funsies lol. enjoy and have a good day and stay hydrated!! <333

Gabriel woke up, completely exhausted. Nothing new. At least he had those few moments of sleep that made him forget about the pain. Even if it was only a couple of hours, it was bliss. But it still didn't make up for the times he would wake up with nothing but pain surging through his body.

He quickly got out of bed, trying to make himself busy before he thought too much about the pain. That was difficult though, especially considering just how bad it hurt. He was in agony. It's like he was going insane. He just wanted it to stop.

Gabriel jumped feeling his cat rub on his leg, hoping to get some attention. Gabriel leaned down with a small smile, petting it on the head. “I'll feed you soon, Grimm.”

Grimm mewed with curiosity as Gabriel walked to the bathroom immediately greeted by his tired face. The icing on the cake. On top of feeling like shit, he looked like shit too. Just great.

He was quickly pulled from his mind as he felt Grimm’s soft fur back on his legs. “Grimm, no kitties in the bathroom.” He held Grimm from under his arms, the fat thing going ragdoll mode just to annoy Gabriel. “Shoo, out.” Gabriel pushed Grimm’s chubby butt away from the bathroom and slammed the door, sad and lonely meows quickly following.

Gabriel just stared at himself in the mirror for a moment before taking a deep breath. He needed to take a goddamn shower. He already looked and felt like shit, he didn't want to smell like it on top of that.

Ignoring the sad meows from the other side of the door, Gabriel let the water from the shower cover his whole body. Nice and warm. Today was going to be a long day, best to start it off good.

His nice shower was quickly interrupted, however, when he heard his phone ring. Usually, he would ignore that sort of thing, but when he peeked his head out of the shower, he saw your name plastered on his screen.

He cursed under his breath and jumped out of his shower, wiping his hands dry enough to at least answer the call.

“Reaper! That you?!” He put you on speaker and could hear that you were in the middle of battle, gunshots and explosions going off in the background.

“Y-Yeah. What’s up?” He jumped back in the shower, washing the soap out of his hair.

“Are you in the shower right now? OH SHIT!” He heard a couple of gunshots in the background and then silence.

“Are you oka-”

“You still there, Reaper?”

“Yeah, I'm still here.” He quickly ended his shower and wrapped a towel around his lower half.

“Are you nearby at all?” You sounded out of breath.

“Nearby as in…”

“We’re in Spain right now. I was wondering if you-”

Gabriel laughed, drying off his hair. “Sorry, sweetheart. I'm at home in America right now. There is no way in hell I'm rushing my ass over to Spain in the next five minutes. Call someone else.”

“Ugh! You’re no help, you know that?!” You took cover and reloaded your gun. “EAT MY BULLETS YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! I'll call you later, Reaper. I should be back tomorrow morning. Oh… and about the other night-”

“I don't want to talk about it.” Gabriel put his finger over the hang up button, tempted to press it.

“Don't hang up, Reaper. I just wanted to-”

Gabriel hung up quickly. He didn't want to talk about the other night, nor did he want to hear about it.

— — —

“What an asshole!” You reloaded your gun and went haywire on the other team.

“Is everything alright?” Widowmaker ran up to you and quickly grabbed your hand helping you off of the ground.

“I'm fine. Just a little pissed, that’s all.” You couldn't help but talk through gritted teeth. You were on edge right now.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Widowmaker watched your back and you watched hers. Thank god you had her on your side.

“I mean… I do… but he asked if we could keep it on the downlow, so I don't think I can.”

“He? You didn't tell me this was about a guy!” Widowmaker’s eyes went shiny, ready for you to spill everything.

“Oh, shut up, Widow, it's not like that.” You rolled your eyes, giggling a bit.

“Sure it's not.” Her tone was mocking, but it didn't stop you from laughing a bit. “So, who is he? Is he handsome? Does he have muscles?”

“Not telling. Yes. Yes.” You quickly ran through her questions, keeping your eyes on the other team.

“Do I know him?”

“I'm not telling you that.”

Widow rolled her eyes and you both heard a loud, “FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!”, which meant it was time for you both to get out of there.

“Come on, y/n! Just tell me!”

“He would kill me if I did that!” You both hurdled over a bus and held the back of your heads for cover.

“I got it!” You heard loud music and looked up to find Lucio, who threw you a thumbs up. Quickly after his attack, there was cheering from the rest of your team.

You won. Thank god.

Maybe that would finally get Widowmaker to stop asking questions.

— — —

“Sooooo,” DVA walked over to you, taking a long sip from some fruit punch. “I heard you were uh… you know… with a guy?”

You nearly choked on your food that you got from the little celebration table for winning. Of course Widowmaker had to blab about this. You knew you should’ve kept your mouth shut.

“Look, DVA, it doesn't really matter, okay? Where’d you get the punch?” You tried to change the subject, but of course that wouldn't work for DVA.

“So, who is he? Is he a dirtbag? I hope he’s treating you well!” She put her hands on her hips dramatically and you shook your head, standing up to leave.

“It doesn't matter, DVA. And yes! He’s treating me fine, thank you!”

“But Widowmaker said you were pretty pissed at him.” DVA checked her nails and you froze. How much did Widowmaker say?

“What are you two talking about?” Widowmaker appeared, grabbing herself something sweet off of the table full of food.

“Oh nothing,” you walked over, nonchalantly taking some food for yourself. “Just that you're spilling the news to everyone about a guy that I'm friendly with.”

Widowmaker’s face turned a dark shade of red. “I-I'm sorry. I just thought-”

You giggled and patted her on the shoulder. “I'm joking Widow. But seriously,” your tone got low, getting close to her ear. “Tell one more person and you’re gonna get it.”

Widowmaker laughed nervously, but you gave her another reassuring pat. “You can't blame me for wanting to know about the mystery man, y/n.”

“I know, I know it's just-” You were quickly interrupted by your ringtone. “Sorry, Widow, I gotta-” You looked down at the name and your face went bright red. “I-I gotta go! Eat an extra cake for me, okay?!”

Why did Reaper have to call you now?

“Hello?” You found a small closet to hide in for the time being, far enough from the celebration. “Reaper?”

“Hey… uh…” Gabriel rubbed the back of his neck. “Are you busy?”

“No… I mean… we just won, so we’re kinda celebrating,” you scooted an old mop to the side, sitting on the ground. “But I'm not busy. I can talk.”

“Oh, congrats.”

“O-Oh! Thanks, Reaper! So… uh… what did you want to talk about?” Your voice was soft, trying not to attract any attention if anyone walked by.

“Uhm… you know what… nevermind. It doesn't really matter. Celebrate your accomplishment. You deserve it. See you tomorrow, alright?” Gabriel went to press the hang up button, but you stopped him.

“Wait… Reaper… what’s up?”

“I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?”

“Just,” Reaper sighed. “About the other night. I know we haven't seen each other in a while. I shouldn't have-”

“Gabe… I mean, Reaper. You don't have to apologize. Really. I just-” You were quickly interrupted by a knock on the door. “I have to go. We can talk tomorrow. Promise.”

“Wait, I-” You hung up the phone, leaving Reaper’s house in complete silence.

— — —

Gabriel woke up to the feeling of Grimm’s cold paws on his face. “Dude,” he sat up, his voice tired. “Who the heck let you in here? Did I leave my door open last night?”

Grimm mewed at him sweetly and ran his tail under Gabriel’s chin. He looked around the room, subconsciously petting Grimm. Something was off. Different. His door was open and so was his closet. Did he just forget to close everything the night before? Was he that tired?

Grimm jumped off the bed with a loud meow and quickly ran down the stairs. He was acting weird too. Was Gabriel just that tired?

He just remembers getting off of the phone with you and then…

Wait.

Gabriel quickly jumped out of bed, slipping on some sweatpants, and ran downstairs, immediately greeted by the smell of eggs and bacon. He slid to the kitchen, pulling out his guns pointing them at… you?

“Woah! Put those down, Reaper!” You ran up and moved his guns down with a giggle. “Sorry! I didn't want to wake you up!”

Gabriel sighed with relief and leaned against a nearby counter. “I knew something was off in the house.”

You smiled and handed him a plate of breakfast. “I'm just glad you didn't shoot me.”

“Me too.” Gabriel chuckled softly and took his breakfast with a soft thank you.

“I'm not mad by the way, Gabe.” Your voice was low, your eyes glued to the window in his kitchen.

“You're not?”

You shook your head and turned your gaze to Gabriel. “We just… needed to talk. Maybe not that loudly,” you chuckled and took a long sip from your coffee. “But we talked, didn't we?”

“I guess… I just… I didn't want to yell at you like that.” Gabriel got flashbacks of a couple nights ago. You were just coming to visit. It had been years. You ended up talking… and then yelling… and then screaming. Some of it felt good, and some of it didn't. Some of it he meant to say, and most of it, he didn't. He knew you cared about him… he just didn't want to get attached. He didn't want to be a burden to you. He just… wanted you to be happy. And he didn't think that being around him would make that happen.

“And I didn't want to yell at you like that either, Reaper. I just… I care about you.”

“But you shouldn't.” Reaper could feel tears in his eyes that he quickly tried to cover. He couldn't cry. He wouldn't.

You walked up and cupped his cheek, smiling into his eyes. Something about seeing him without the mask made you feel special. Hell, maybe you were.

“Gabe, I-”

He couldn't help it. Those cute eyes. That sweet smile. Your soft touch. He cupped both sides of your face and leaned down to your level, pressing his lips to yours. You quickly sank in, throwing your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

He couldn't help but still love you. Even after you and Soldier left him. Even after he left you. He couldn't help but want you back in his life. He loved you. He loved you so much.

You pulled away, running your fingers through his soft, but messy hair. “Gabe. I miss you.”

“You don't have to miss me anymore.”

[remersgf]

i must to say you have been absolutely KILLING it with all of your fics lately and i have loved them all !! BUT ! in the one where the reader is drunk and remer takes care of her you mentioned that remer babies her even when he’s drunk too and that thought hasn’t left my head since 🫣. i was wondering if you would be down to write one where this time it’s remer who’s drunk but he’s still trying to baby/take care of the reader even though he needs it more than she does. i feel like he’d do it even if you weren’t nearly as drunk as him or hadn’t even been drinking that night 😭. but if that’s too similar to the last one no worries!! keep up the great work!! 💕💕💕

ur the sweetest i loved writing this!!! thank u anon 💌

doug remer x (implied)fem!reader

500 words

cw: alcohol, being drunk, remer pretends to be misogynistic for a sec LMAO

enjoy!

"are we here?"

remer held your hand, trailing behind you in the dark as you searched for the spare key in your purse. when you finally found it, you smiled at the fond memory of him giving it to you when you first started dating

"uh-huh, we're here." you sigh, fidgeting with your key and eventually unlocking the door.

"i should be the one opening the door for you... makes m'feel emasculated..."

"'ehhhmascilated'?" you turn and laugh, letting remer walk inside past you.

"hey... is that any way to talk to your husband... your devilishly handsome one, for that matter?"

"so we're married now?"

"sure... fuckit all," he mumbled and stumbled to the couch, collapsing onto it once he was within reach.

you locked the door behind you, checking your appearance in the dark windows. after wiping the flaking mascara from your eyes, you glanced over to make sure remer wasn't doing something stupid. he wasn't, surprisingly. he laid on his stomach on the couch and buried his face in the cushions. he probably couldn't get up if he tried.

when he heard you getting closer, he turned his head to face you with a frown, "babyyy... come here. you look so sad, let me hold you pleeeaase."

"i don't look sad! you're making things up."

"no i'mmnottt..."

you laughed at his heavy tongue, causing his words to blend together into a jumbled, hilarious mess.

"okay, doug. let me get you some water."

"noooo, come cuddle..." his weak attempt to argue with you failed as he trailed off onto some quiet tangent to himself.

when you returned with a tall glass of water, you almost thought he had fallen asleep. but as you got closer, you found he was just mumbling to himself with his eyes closed.

"what are you doing?" you asked.

"quentin tarantino pisses me off..."

"i know, honey."

you sat down beside him, rubbing his back and offering sips of water (which he denied every time you asked).

"lemme hold you..."

"can you drink some water first?" gently nudging him to hydrate.

"water is a boy's drink. get me a beer, woman!" he demanded sarcastically, putting on his angry redneck persona which (unfortunately) popped out every time he got too fucked up.

"shut up, drink the water." scooching the glass closer to his face.

he furrowed his brows at you before sitting up slightly and accepting it. he drank reluctantly but ended up chugging half the glass.

"can we spoon now?" he asked gently, looking hopelessly lost and desperate.

"yeah, baby. we can spoon."

you maneuvered your body so your back was pressed against remer's chest, still clad in your too-tight dress. he nestled his face into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist to secure you next to him. he murmured something in your ear before letting himself doze off with you in his arms.

"goodnight, doug," whispering to the unconscious idiot behind you.

[geuwon]

The Cyborg’s Toilet

ever gotten curious how a cyborg goes to the bathroom? no? well, you should be.

pairing: fulgur ovid x reader

genre: smut

warnings: PISS KINK. PISS DRINKING. PISS IN MOUTH. DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT.

ao3

"Do you... pee?" Millie had asked and next came the silence.

"Yes! Do you??" A reply from the cyborg, clearly weirded out by his sister's antics though it would be a lie to say he wasn't used to it.

Millie bursted out laughing, "Well I never see you go to pee in your streams!"

"Sometimes I-"

"DO YOU HAVE A BOTTLE?" The witch asked again, cutting Fulgur off.

A valid, violent reaction left his mouth, "HEY!!" he yelled at Millie. Her weird thoughts are taking over again and he does NOT want to get involved further.

"wHAATT? You do, don't you?! Chat, I just found Fuuchan's secret!" She exclaimed in between fits of laughter, this conversation is highly inappropriate and yet very in-character of her.

The cyborg had been laughing so much too he had practically transformed into a kettle, seriously how does Millie come up with these discussions?

"We believe in the 3 Rs Fuuchan that's right, reduce, reuse and recycle. No need to waste water with unnecessary flushing!"

Fulgur had trouble speaking as you would if you were almost losing your breath laughing, "H.., *wheeze* HEY! I'm all for being environmentally friendly but I personally don't use a bottle- Pfft-"

"Don't believe her chat, I just send my dick flying to the bathroom while my body stays and continues on with the streams, I don't need no bottles I am a perfectly capable cyborg." Another fit of laughter erupted from the both of them and the two needed a second to calm down.

The discussion was starting to die down and they were moving on but Millie slipped in one more joke, "Noooooooo, so I was wrongggg! I was looking forward to the Fuuchan pissing in a bottle fanarts!"

"Well, you're gonna have to wait because I don't use bottles."

The talk made him think to himself, 'Yeah, that's right. I have no need of any stupid bottles when I have a perfectly good toilet right here.'

You.

Under his desk, always ready to accommodate anything his rock hard cock might need while streaming.

You, sitting there for hours with his dick in your mouth, with no complaints leaving the filled hole and is only there to serve and pleasure him.

To suck him dry after a good second of malding, to help him release tension when his cock goes hard randomly, you're there.

And he loves you, you're amazing and perfect, you never complain about your mouth being abused with his bodily fluids after every stream, no, you don't say anything.

He likes his angels quiet like that, he took you to become his cocksucker and that's what you'll be.

Oh, and how could he forget?

You're especially good as a piss bucket, always so ready for him to dump his juice into your mouth no matter the time long as his bladder felt like it. You always drank it all, and he knows damn well you enjoy doing so.

He wanted to brag about his little cockslut to Millie and the Comfydants, but he couldn't. No, not this toilet secret the two of you share, it's precious info that cannot be shared proudly with the world.

Guess you're gonna have to be secretly stuck in that position for a while, his huge cock in your mouth, under his desk, drinking anything it lets out like it's your main source of hydration.

Just like the desperate little whore you are for Fulgur and his warm piss down your throat, you'll keep staying under there, your thirst and desperation for him to fill your mouth with bodily fluids all hidden from everyone's unknowing gaze.

[loremonster]

Hey if you're experiencing a heatwave, here's some tips on keeping yourself comfy and cool

#1: open your windows in the early morning to let cool air in, and then shut your windows when outdoor temp exceeds indoor temp. This helps you start the day with a cooler home

#2: avoid running any appliance in your home that produces heat. This doesn't mean just not using your oven, but also leaving large screens off. They will heat up your space, and the bigger the screen the more surface area it has to diffuse it's heat into the air in your home.

#3: cold packs are your friends! Placing a cold pack on your chest, under your arm, or on your inner thigh directly under the groin will cool down blood by taking advantage of major arteries that run close to the skin. Your blood is a HUGE part of temperature regulation, and placing a cold pack on a high flow area can help your blood diffuse more heat out of your body and return to the deeper tissues at a cooler temperature.

#4: Help your pets keep cool by wiping them down with a damp towel. DON'T SCRUB IT INTO THEIR FUR! Evaporation is what is gonna help keep them cool, and the water will readily evaporate from the top layer of hair but NOT if it's soaked fully into the fur. That's why you use a damp towel, not a sopping wet one.

#5: Eat Cold Meals; if you don't have to heat it up that helps with minimizing appliance usage AND a cold meal is a chunk of mass that's going to be in the center of your body for a bit while digestion gets started. Just like sending cooler blood back into your system can help avoid overheating, so can choosing cold meals and liquids to put into your body on a hot day.

#6: Lay Your Ass Down. Seriously. It's a heatwave, stop trying to squeeze in yard work or extra chores. Sit your ass down and rest. PARTICULARLY if you have a medical condition relating to your heart, since the human body responds to heat stress by dilating the circulatory system and increasing the rate of circulation. That's why your skin flushes: your body opens up all the tiny capillaries to get more hot blood near the skin to cool off and dissipate heat.

#7: Take a shower, as cool as you can stand. Particularly if you're suffering from heat stress already and your skin has flushed. Expose all that blood and skin to cool water to help bring everything down a notch or six.

#8: I'm not gonna say Drink Water because we all know water is good when you're feeling hot. What I AM gonna say is remember YOUR BODY CANNOT UPTAKE ALL THAT HYDRATION WITHOUT SOME SUGAR, AND CANNOT RETAIN THAT WATER WITHOUT SALT! Without a small amount of glucose (simple sugar) your intenstines cannot take up all that water efficiently and you'll piss it out. Salt and other electrolytes help you hold on to your fluids. If you're drinking loads of water but your mouth is still dry, consider some OJ with a side of saltines.

[hussyknee]

On a scale of one to ten, how fucked up is that I want to slap Mum when she whinges and moans in pain?

It's just. That maternity body pillow I bought her that gave her instant relief because it supported her head and elbows? Discarded because "I need to sleep without being trapped in that thing in the night." Bitch, the entire fucking point of it is so you won't roll over in your sleep, rotate your hip and damage it more. Then I ordered a memory foam wedge to keep her hips straight, and made her keep a cushion between her knees until it arrived next week. She moaned and groaned while I helped her and then didn't even try to keep it in place.

She asked me to buy a new blood sugar monitor while I was out. I realized as I was paying for it that I don't know how long it hasn't been working, where the warranty was and if the problem could just be incompatible batteries. I also had to buy a new blood pressure monitor because she had never gotten that replaced either. Came home and checked her BP to see it was high– because she had forgotten her after-breakfast meds. Grumbled that she didn't know what she was supposed to take, she can't read the prescription, no one will read it to her. This is unlikely, but my sister is in charge of her meds, and she might have elected not to because Mum is a retired surgeon and prone to taking prescribed meds and dosages as suggestions she can switch around at will. Healthcare professionals are the absolute worst patients in the world, but my mother is in a class of her own. But even if she didn't know her own prescription, all her medicine has been sorted into the pill organizer I bought her.

For fuck's sake, I bought her an easy-to-open water bottle to keep on her bed so she won't forget to hydrate as much as possible, and she never keeps the thing nearby. Then she complains her pain pills make her constipated.

She just needs to fucking get a grip and do the bare minimum to help herself. Granted, she's never done that in her life (hence the current situation), but this is beyond ridiculous. Bitch, you are in pain because you are doing fucking nothing to not be in pain. I've spent so much money on stuff to make her life easier and it keeps feeling like a waste. She's hellbent on getting the hip surgery done ASAP no matter what, but won't actually do anything to heal enough so she can get cleared for it. Not even the six weeks of bedrest she's determined not to complete will be enough if her BP and sugar won't go down, and the stress from lack of pain management keeps spiking both of those.

The most galling fucking thing is that I pretty much outlined this exact sequence of events. Over and over. I told her she can't keep overworking herself and then eating junk out of stress and not checking her sugar. She kept saying, "Then I'll drop dead! And you'll be rid of me! Then you need not be bothered by me any longer!" I was like, "You're not going to conveniently drop dead. Your stroke or heart attack will just leave you weak and nerve damaged. You'll go blind. And even if the first one won't leave you paralyzed, the second one will, or you'll inevitably fall and crack your head or break something important. You'll be disoriented and in agony for weeks or months, pissing and shitting yourself, and then you'll labour for weeks on a ventilator in the ICU before slipping away." Because that is how her own mother died. How my friend's mother died, how so many older people die. And she fucking knew that, but between her toddler brain that can't connect cause-and-effect, her Jesus fixation and her god complex, she never let herself think it would happen to her.

My friends want me to just tune her out, let her go to hell how she wants and focus only on keeping the house afloat. But the same hyperempathy that drove me to a mental breakdown when she let my brother's teeth rot in his head, is now going haywire around her pain. I wanted this fucking witch to suffer for what she put my brother through. I cursed her out to her face repeatedly, telling her she would endure tenfold what she subjected him to before she died. Now that's actually coming true, and all it does it make me hurt as well, for the same damn reason. Fuck my life.

[a-few-wet-blankets]

uh piss warning i guess

OK SO UH. All I can say is that I hope the people that know me don't find me lmfao. Anywayyssss since I found 2 enstars piss accounts that's enough for me. There is a demand and I will supply (mostly to myself but whatever. You're free to view this as you please) I honestly don't know how to use Tumblr so . sorry for being bad at this i just came here to post piss and hope no one knows abt it lmao Might post more in the future idk, prob gonna be a lot of yume For now I'm gonna post a couple of my ideas because... why not ig

Hiiro x Reader Starting off with Hiiro, I personally think he'd struggle to find bathrooms around the ES building and etc., especially when he's new because he doesn't know his way around yet. That, and I also think he's the type to not know he needs to piss until it's almost too late. He just… doesn't notice. With that being said, I had this one idea where the reader character/producer would run into Hiiro after he leaves practice, and he's trying to find a bathroom but can't, so reader tries to help him find one. But then…. one thing leads to another, and they have to hide in a really, really tight storage closet where their bodies are basically touching… You sarcastically ask how much he needs to go when they realize the closet is locked, and Hiiro almost doesn't respond because he's really, really close to wetting himself at that point and just murmurs that he can hold it. (He can't). You text Mayoi to get the two of you out, because if anyone knows where they are in the building, it's him, and Mayoi texts that he should be there in about 20 minutes. Around 15-20 minutes later Hiiro's basically whimpering and trying to hold back said whimpers, and trying to move to alleviate the pain (essentially, you and him are so close to each other that your bodies are basically pressing together and you can barely move your hands). He really, really doesn't want to piss all over you but it's getting to the point where he's barely holding on. (Bonus points if he has a crush on you). And then both of you shift a little, trying to inch out of the space a little bit, but one of you shifts wrong and basically hits right on top of Hiiro's bladder and he starts to leak, and he's barely able to stop before a spot starts to form on his training clothes. He's not crying YET but is really, really close to, because he feels like he can barely hold on but keeps insisting he can (while you're asking him to let go because you can tell he's in pain and won't be able to make it anyways). At some point, his bladder simply can't take it anymore, then he just… lets go. He's soaked, and so are you, and he feels really, really terrible about it and almost starts to cry but you try to comfort him while you wait for Mayoi. It takes a while but Mayoi actually does let both of you out, and Mayoi apologizes profusely because he didn't know about Hiiro needing the bathroom… and after that you and Hiiro go to your rooms and change. And of course, you promise to show Hiiro around the building so it doesn't happen again.

Mao x Reader As for the other idea I had. Well… I love Mao but that also means I also LOVE to make him suffer, just a little. Considering that he overworks a lot, and is constantly busy (with practices, producer-type work, and etc.), he probably doesn't get to use the bathroom much, or at all… So consider Mao working full 12-15 hour days but not getting any breaks… Recipe for disaster. Hehe. I'd imagine that most of his piss issues (pissues haha) probably started when he got busy with Trickstar and the student council… Between practice and work, he barely ever gets a break, even to take a piss. That, and a lot of water to stay hydrated…. Nail in the coffin. So, consider… Mao's rushing out of the student council room trying to find a bathroom, but it's way, way too far and since he's gone nearly 12 hours without relieving himself, he's absolutely bursting and NEEDS to go NOW. He's shuffling through the hall holding his dick and runs into you, who immediately notices and asks if he needs to use the restroom and if he needs help, and he says yes. So you help him walk a bit but he starts to leak, and it's extremely painful to the point there's a very visible bladder bulge. Thankfully, you're carrying your school bag with you, and there's an empty bottle that you forgot to throw away after finishing. Mao really, really doesn't want to use it because it's embarrassing, but he really doesn't have much of a choice, because when he started leaking, he didn't stop (Bonus points if he has a crush on you). He accepts defeat and tries to get his pants off, but can't, so he asks you to help and hold the bottle for him as well. When he gets his pants off he barely has time to aim before he starts going and gets some on the floor, but most of it ends up in the bottle (to his relief). He nearly overflows the bottle but finishes just a few millimeters away from the top, and thanks you… I feel like this would happen so many times to the point you would just get him one of those literal piss bottles for him to keep because he just never seems to get any time to actually go to a bathroom. He's embarrassed about it but he can't really control when he can and can't get a break.

I did have another Mao x reader idea but for now I'm gonna save that for later lol Too much typing. Enough for now shhsahd

[trylynarie]

Hydrate (clone wars modern au)

It's autumn why does the school never use Heating? I was slumped in silent study, freezing my ass off. My coat was in my locker which was too far away and I had already warmed up the seat; call it laziness if you will but I'm just trying to survive here okay? Too bad the dress code says no fluffy pyjamas.

Without warning something almost ice cold connected with my left cheek, snapping me out of my half arsed concentration and making me jump out of my Skin. The nerves across my body acted like someone had personally offended all of them and did that annoying shit where they buzz down your body.

"Bitch!" came a light hearted voice.

"What?!" I snapped my head around, the picture of shock and annoyance.

Fives grinning one met it, beaming like the sun.

"Hydrate! I haven't seen you drink all day." he smirked.

Seriously?

"ಠ_ಠ it's only second period the suns barely in the sky." I sighed.

"I don't care. Drink!" he slyly looked out of the window, totally ignoring the keyword silent in silent study, "the sun could also do a little better to I'm freezing my ass off here."

"believe it or not it's meant to be cold." I smirked in a patronising tone.

"your humor in the morning is as dry as your cells just drink the water!" The metaphorical laser beans coming out of his eyes were honestly providing more warmth than I expected.

"Fine! Watch carefully now." I said as if I was reading a story book out to a class then proceeded to down his entire two liter bottle in one go.

Fives opened his mouth to say something, closed it again and opened it about five times.

"What?" I stared at him with a deadpan expression, "You said drink so I drunk."

"... People like you don't deserve kidneys." he snatched the water bottle out of my hands to go downstairs and refill it for himself.

"WHILE YOU'RE DOWNSTAIRS GET MY COAT PLEASE!"

"PISS OFF!"

True friendship.

[bugcatcherwill]

Wait I just read the recent chapter….and I feel like the reason link laughed is he was in kobb’s position once with going to the bathroom in rito village.

Now it makes you think…how does each race in hyrule do hygiene like bathrooms or just daily hygiene?

For monsters it seems they rather do business in a bush, and daily hygiene varies depending on the monster’s race or subspecies (like elemental users)

Like: does rezek ever wash it and ashen’s cloak/robes? Same goes for sledge, kobb and their hinox friend’s loin cloths like do they wash them? Does zayl need to sunbathe to helps it’s camouflage ability or empty out/fill up its ‘spit’ pouch (how I imagine lizalfos can spit out of water)

Or for not main cast: lynels take a hour or 2 to groom their horse lower half’s and not to mention their manes

Of corse zora, rito and gorons must have special hygiene needs too, because for gerudo and hylian and sheikah (and yiga) hygiene is the same bathrooms or showering, washing clothes, etc.

The way I see it is that because monsters seem to have a more nomadic lifestyle based on their camps of BoTW/ToTK, they'd have a policy of "we don't know how long we're gonna be here, so do your business far from camp".

Honestly I've kinda been leaving out general daily habits/hygiene of the monsters because I know it'd probably be a snoozefest for most people, and it's one of those "assume they're maintaining basic hygiene" moments of writing a world, much like you don't have to write when characters take a piss because it's just assumed they find time to in-between scenes. It's like how it took me 57 chapters to mention Kobb going to the bathroom and I only really did it for a funny little gag lmao.

But anyways here's my lore-thoughts on it because now I'm in worldbuilding brainrot:

Bokoblins/Moblins/Hinoxes are similar to boars' tusks in that their large front teeth are constantly growing and they need to either file them down or have a diet that involves grinding down the teeth enough. Also like pigs/boars they're very sanitary and quite hygienic - even while under the Malice. However, because they have the ability to sweat unlike pigs they have much higher stamina akin to the human Hylians and don't need to rely on the classic mudbath to cool down. Although in lieu of a river to wash in, they may resort to sand or fine dirt which would also help keep away ticks since they're seldom fully clothed.

Lizalfos have a sort of "hydration sack" in their bodies that's connected from a hole under their tongue down to their stomach. So when they spit they're essentially spewing stored-up water mixed with stomach acid - which is why it hurts Link when he gets hit by it. It also acts as a reserve water supply that they can use to cool their body down when it gets too hot - basically a cold-blooded creature brute-forcing a sweating system which makes Lizalfos much hardier than ordinary reptiles. Their camo system is also just similar to chameleons except because they're a sentient species they're aware they can use it to blend in - unlike chameleons who just use it to convey mood.

Wizzrobe are tricky for this, due to being magical beings rather than biological, but how I imagine it is that if a Wizzrobe doesn't wash their robe out for long enough, they begin to have a lingering smell of their specific branch of magic. Like Rezek's cloak, for instance, would smell like ozone. While an Ice Wizzrobe would smell of an earthy frost, and a Fire Wizzrobe like smoldering charcoal.

And honestly the reason Lynel's haven't taken over all of Hyrule is because they keep getting their manes matted kjhlasdfjh

Honestly this is a great exercise to think about when I eventually get into post-BoTW because it'll be really interesting writing about how all the monster races navigate having to re-learn all this daily maintenance that the Malice would just do for them.

Also Rito probably take dust baths now that I think about it...

[outivv]

hii, may i req zhongli, kaeya, diluc and childe with reader or s/o who's carefree and childlike? like, they're easily amused, literally has a good sense of humour and laughs at anything

you may reduce some character but since i have a dilemma kaeya and zhongli, please let these two stay ◕ ‿ ◕ °

but, the thing is — if you feel like accepting this request then please follow these rules :

don't push yourself

don't write at 3am, get (?) sleep as many as possible

stay hydrated 💧

stay hydrated ⛲

stay hydrated 🌊

water is important for humans' body ✍

if you follow these rules then have a strawberry as a reward,

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if you don't then i have the every rights to take it back

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have a nice day/night!

Synopsis: childlike, and excited s/o

Warnings: not proofread

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: zhongli, kaeya, and Diluc

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello hello! That’s a long list of rules but I’m 90% sure I followed them all >:D! I haven’t answered a request in a while, and I do apologize it took so long to get to this one, but I really enjoyed writing this! Hope you enjoy, and stay hydrated yourself >:O!

— zhongli —

I think he enjoys your eagerness, and overall joy that you bring to his life. He really enjoys having you around, even before he realized he had feelings for you.

Zhongli doesn’t laugh often, but when he does it’s because of you. He always laughs with you, and it’s always a genuine and hearty laugh. It’s somewhat amusing how you can make the man who always seems so stone faced, let out the biggest and most genuine laugh you’ve ever heard.

He lovessss when you ask him something with genuine enthusiasm and curiosity. He gets to talk for a while (zhongli is truly someone who likes the sound of his own voice), and you get to learn something new. It’s a win-win!

He can get a little nervous with how carefree you are. Zhongli is very logical, and down to earth, so he sometimes doesn’t understand just how you can be so carefree? He admires it, but will occasionally have to be the voice of reason :’)

— Kaeya —

You both probably piss people off. Cause on one hand, you have the carefree sweetheart, and on the other you have the smug and secretly rather logical bastard.

The like… energy you both bring with you is so… astonishing???? Like kaeya by himself already brings a rather interesting vibe with him, but you two together??? The room will be rolling on the floor laughing, and having the best time hanging out with you both.

Kaeya really likes teasing you, I mean he would like teasing you regardless of your characteristics, but now??? You’re so eager, and then quickly turn bashful just by kaeya teasing you. It’s hilarious to him.

— Diluc —

Dawn winery will never be the same without you there. You really bring the kind of energy that dawn winery was missing, and Diluc can never go back to the way it was before you. You once left for a trip to sumeru to visit some friends who are currently studying at the Academia. Diluc was like a sad dog waiting for their owner to come home from work. He quite literally, cannot live without you.

You seem so interested in everything, and ask him a fair amount of questions about the wine making business. Which he thinks is nice but- OUT OF EVERYTHING YOU COUKD ASK HIM YOU ASK HIM ABOUT WINE :’)

Probably asks you to go to angels share when he has to work with him a lot. Not you also working, but you sitting at the bar, just talking with him. It really does make his shift sooooo much better. And people like kaeya or venti a little more tolerable.

[readerinsertz]

(Age 25) Hi! Can you write something smutty for America with cockwarming, praise kink and body worship?

A/N: I put these two together, hope you like it!!

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

Word Count: 1.7K

Warning: 18+ content, MDNI, afab!reader, fem!reader, nudes, pet play, kitten and puppy!reader, daddy dom, gas lighting, piss kink, humiliation, domesticity kink, misogyny kink, dark kinks, free use, role play, CNC: kidnapping, minor stalking, aftercare, cockwarming , not proof read

Doesn’t have the patience to take polaroids of you but if you give him some he’ll have them in his wallet and will get a clear phone case just to put on in there as well. Also has a nude/sexy photo of you as his lockscreen/home screen- probably had you blowing him before you changed it

Daddy dom but not in a soft way- makes you drink loads of water because “good girls like you need to be hydrated, what would a dummy like you do without her daddy?” and then sit you on his lap, won’t let you up when you start squirming and needing to go. “You’re just a stupid babygirl, daddy knows what’s best for you, you don't need to go potty just yet.” presses against your bladder until you piss yourself over him.

Also pet play like this especially if you’re a puppy girl. One day 2+2=4 the next day 2+2=5 “silly doggy, there’s a reason why i go out and work to buy you your toys whilst you just sit there and swallow daddy’s cock” calls you “puppy” and has multiple collars for you ranging from your name, “Al’s bitch” to “puppy” or “cum dump”. Throws a ball and makes you fetch it. Also uses his foot to nudge you onto your back to give your tummy scritches. You’re so eager to please in puppy space that he lets you ride him on the sofa, mouth switching from sucking hickeys on your neck to sucking on your tits. Just dumbification when you’re in puppy space.

If you’re in kitten space i think he’ll adore you and pamper the fuck out of you. Cats don’t give their love easily so Al will spoil you until you give him love. Lets you up on the sofa, fetches stuff for you. Cockwarming is normally done to tease you or in aftercare to feel closer to you but when you’re in kitty space, you just bat at his crotch and he’ll let you sink down on him. Probably wraps one arm around your waist to stop you from moving and prepares you with the other hand. “Nuh uh, kitty, need to stretch that pretty hole of yours. My cock is too big for you to take without prep. Now be a good little kitty and sit there while daddy does all the work.”

Also also also: you’re a dumb ditzy puppy girl with the ears and tail and Al also has dog ears and tail but he’s a mean mutt who uses his size and strength to bully you into submission. You’re play-wrestling with him, having fun until Al gets fed up and shoves you onto your back, pushes your knees to your shoulders and then fucks into your wet hole. Flips you onto all fours and continues rutting into you as you cry and scratch the carpet. When he’s done fucking you, it’s finally quiet with the puppy sleeping

Realises that you are perfect and don’t deserve him- you’re so fucking goregous and kind and aren’t tainted like him. Big hands will trace your skin, eyes filled with love and vulnerability as he whispers praise into your ear. Lips dragging over your olive skin, pressing kisses on every inch.

I feel like he has a domesticity kink but it can be soft or dark; soft = coming home to you is something he dreams about. Just having someone waiting for him to come back home. He’s always pulling you into him when he sees you’re still awake in bed waiting for his return. But also like if you doll yourself up like in the 50’s with a dress and apron on, Al wouldn’t even get past the entrance before he’s pushing you to all fours and fucking you. Creating a home with him and feeding your man is all he wants

But also dark “this is where you belong, in the house cooking and cleaning for your man, and gagging on daddy’s dick” if there isn’t a hot plate of food on the table for him and the house clean, he’ll force you over his knees and spank you until you’re crying. House dirty? Makes you clean it in a skimpy maid’s outfit. When you’re bent over doing laundry, he’ll come up and finger you enough to get you wet and then fuck you over the machine. He’ll cum in you, pat your bum in a well done, then walk away whistling as if nothing happened, as if being a free use slut was a normal thing. If you crawl to him, his cum dripping out he may, after making you lick up the mess you made, make you cum. If you’re unable to move after the dicking down he gave you don’t worry cuz he’ll come back in and make sure you cum at least twice- his pride won’t allow him to fuck a woman and not get her off, scene be damned.

Sets out a CNC scene, you walking through a dark parking lot and he abducts you and takes you to his wood cabin in the forest. You wake up naked, a collar around your neck.

You look around, trying to locate where you are in the dark room. It’s cold and a bit musty smelling but that information is forgotten the moment you move your legs and hear a strange noise. Like metal scraping against concrete. You look down to see a chain attached to a cuff around your leg. Tracing the silver loops you find a male holding the other end, sitting on a chair, half in shadow.

“Hello, princess.” He stands up and walks towards you. He’s enormous, six foot and muscular.

“Pluh-please let me go. I…I prom-mise i w-won’t tell anyone,” you beg and plead but it doesn’t deter the man who stalks closer, kneeling on the ratty mattress.

“Let you go? But princess, I spent so long watching you and waiting for the perfect time to snatch you up and make you mine.” His hand traces from the cuff up your leg, hand wrapping around your left knee and yanking your leg open.

“Since the moment I saw you, though you were the prettiest woman I’d ever seen. Couldn’t get you out of my head, couldn’t stop jerking myself to the image of you on your knees, looking up at me,” he murmurs, hand trailing up and down your inner thigh, goosebumps rising where his fingertips touch. A shiver runs down your spine and you can’t stop the cant of your hips, trying desperately to push your cunt closer to his fingers. Your captor chuckles.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’ll give you what you want.” A thick finger sinks into your heat and you wail as his thumb rubs circles over your clit. One hand grips the mattress, the other curling into the white top that your captor was wearing. Another finger slips in and you keen at the stretch, jerking when he crooks his fingers in such a way that they skim your gspot. They spread out in a scissoring motion, stretching your gummy walls before a third finger is added. The stretch is divine and your eyes roll back as you arch your back.

“Hehe, looks like you want this, babydoll, you’re not struggling.” The reminder prompts you to try and wiggle away from him. A shriek leaves your lips when the male grabs the chain and yanks it, your back hitting the mattress as your body is pulled closer to him. His large hands curve around your inner knees and push your thighs to open up a space for him to kneel in. You struggle again but it’s halfhearted at best, you can feel your slick dripping down and you feel too empty.

“Colour?” Al asks, worrying when he sees your actions lose their intensity.

“Green.”

“Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy? Been thinking about this for so fucking long,” your abductor tells you, hissing when he pulls out his cock and gives it a few pumps, using the precum to make his hand slide smoother. The male guides his dick into your hole, no longer able to tease you, sliding into you until his pelvis is flush with your ass. He gives you a few moments to adjust to the stretch before tentatively withdrawing and thrusting back in. You moan and buck your hips, your captor taking it as a cue to begin fucking you.

The wet slapping sound of skin hitting skin echoes around the small room. The male grabs one of your ankles and pushes your knee to your chest. You scream at the change in angle, his dick now rubbing against your gspot with every thrust. Two fingers press against your clit, drawing figures of eights on it. The intense scene and the pleasure rocking through has you quickly cumming, creaming on the dick inside of you. The dark haired male fucks you through your orgasm, thrusts faltering as he nears his high. With a curse, he pulls out and jerks his cock at the sight of you, freshly fucked and under him pushing him over the edge. His semen lands on you, thick white trickles covering your pussy. You distantly hear the sound of a phone camera but are too blissed out to care.

“Baby, everything okay?” Your boyfriend asks, one hand comfortably stroking your hair whilst the other one digs out the key for the chain and unlocks it. “You did so good, my good girl. Was so amazing, pretty doll. My good girl.” Praise falls from his lips as Al scoops you up with ease and heads to the stairs to the house. Long legs take you to the bathroom, an already prepared bath filled with warm water waiting for you. Al gently places you into the water, pulling back to kick off his clothes and enters the bath, stopping to take off your collar. You whine in protest but let him take it off.

“How you feelin’, baby,” Al asks as he places you to rest on his chest.

“Hmmm, floaty,” you slur. “Wanna be close to you. Wan’ you in me.”

“You sure?” Al asks. You nod, eyes closed. After any scene you always want to be as close as possible to your boyfriend. Al lifts you and lets you sink back down on his dick, letting you cockwarm him as he begins to bathe you.

[cutiequokka]

Please (Minbin)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 820

Warnings: *Omorashi*, public sexual behavior kinda, it's kinda fluffy at the end, Felix is here but he's just being a sweetie

Summary: It had been Changbin's idea originally, but boy was he starting to doubt his decision when Minho eagerly made him gulp down yet another drink by the poolside.

A/N: I am a slut for omorashi, so if you don't like it that's totally fine, but I just wanted to write something up for my own enjoyment.

“Minho, fuck, I can’t do this much longer.”

Changbin groaned as the water lapped around his waist, Minho smirking down at him from his perch on the swim floaty. “Aww, we still have to film for a long while baby, guess you’ll just have to hold it like a good boy.”

Changbin glanced over at Felix, who was quickly running back towards the pool with an innocent smile plastered on his face. Changbin had tried to sneak out for a bit when the staff called for a 15 minute break, but Minho had promptly reached down and pressed his hand so hard against the aching bulge of his bladder it caused Binnie to double over at the pressure.

“You’re not going anywhere baby, you stay right here in this water and make your pathetic bladder feel every last drop, got it?” He had said, voice sharp and laced with the threat of punishment. Changbin whimpered, his dick twitching despite the humiliation of it all, because as much as he hated to admit it, he had actually been the one to suggest this new adventure for their relationship. Minho had practically drooled at the idea, and now Changbin was beginning to wonder if he was even more into it than he was.

After having gulped down glass after glass after glass of liquid, time felt like it was slowed down, the boy’s poor muscles growing weaker and weaker with every passing minute. They had to continue recording in soon, and Changbin felt so full and desperate he couldn’t possibly think of anything else but his desire to simply let go. Felix kept asking if he was ok, noting his member’s vacant expression, and Changbin silently thanked the glare of the water for hiding the way his hand was tightly squeezing his crotch as to not leak.

At one point, Minho simply stated that he was feeling hot and that a cool drink would help relax him. Changbin’s eyes grew wide, gaze pleading silently to please, please not make him do that. But Minho ignored him, his heart as cold as the ice cubes floating in the lemonade cup sitting by the poolside.

“Go on Binnie, hydration is important,” he smirked, watching as every muscle in the younger boy’s body screamed as he pushed him gently towards the stairs.

“Minho, Min, I can’t- please, I need- please Min!” Changbin hissed, eyes pricking with tears as a warm leak forced its way past his clenched hand. Felix looked concerned, quickly running into the house looking for an ice pack to cool the seemingly overheating member down, as well as alert the staff members who had headed inside for the break. Minho’s eyes never lost their teasing glint, and he pulled Changbin over to the stairs by his swim shorts, hand clamped over the bulge of his half-hard dick twitching in his pants.

“You’re going to sit on the edge, right there on the concrete, and piss yourself, understand?”

Changbin nodded frantically, desperate beyond belief, steady trickles and spurts weakening his bladder even further. Finally, he pushed away from Minho’s grip, hobbled over to the side, and collapsed onto his knees, the pain barely even registering as the hiss of his pee finally being let go made him moan in ecstasy.

Fuck, it felt so good. The relief, the warmth, the weakness that came over his tired muscles, the dark puddle growing underneath him. He now understood why Minho had chosen this specific position, the concrete showing off the wet liquid perfectly as it then trickled down into the clear pool. God, it felt like heaven to Binnie, his mind practically melting as he realized he was for sure going to have to talk Minho into doing this again.

Not that he suspected Minho would need much convincing.

“Good boy, Binnie, such a good boy for hyung, making a mess out of yourself.” The older rubbed his back soothingly, watching with strange affection as the boy was completely drained of his energy, grinning lazily up at him. After he was finally done and looking practically fucked out, Minho chuckled, pulling his face up to meet his own.

“Come back to me baby, we have to film more now.” Changbin nodded hazily, the smile still plastered on his face.

“Hyung?”

“Yes?”

“Can we maybe do that kind of thing in private next time, please?”

Minho smirked, eyeing the erection pressed against the strain of Changbin’s swim trunks. “Of course baby, it would be my pleasure.”

At that moment, Felix came rushing back out of the house, carrying a fan, a frozen bag of peas, and a towel. Minho laughed, thanking the boy as he threw the towel onto Changbin’s lap to cover his bulge, but at that moment, Changbin couldn’t care less. Despite thanking Felix too and patting his head affectionately, his was mind already swirling with the thoughts of him and Minho’s next wet adventure...

[limerental]

My first Geraskefer Wolfbarge bingo @geraskeferbingo is my 69th fic posted on ao3 and thus harkens back to my very first fic posted on ao3 back in 2017, the fic I made my ao3 to post.... a loki omo/piss fic. Therefore, this fic contains similar.... thematic elements. There's pee.

for waters shall burst forth

pairing: Yennefer/Jaskier

rating: E

content warning for omorashi (desperation to pee and wetting) featuring the usual bodily fluids, plus a handjob and inappropriate arousal.

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"Right. So," said Jaskier, wiggling more earnestly in the cramped space. "This isn't wholly my fault."

"You wandered off to relieve yourself despite strict instructions not to, activated a mechanism that opened a trapdoor, and confined you and I together in uncomfortably close quarters in a cell lined with dimeritium," said Yennefer. "By what metric is this not your fault?"

It had been Yennefer's hope that Geralt's bard would be left behind while she and the Witcher infiltrated the abandoned, wraith-infested stronghold once occupied by a powerful mage of ill repute. No such luck. The colorful irritation of a man had tagged along, griping about the stench and the dark and the mold spores he was surely inhaling all the while, and before Yennefer knew it, they were trapped together in a narrow space with nothing but blank stone wall at their backs. No doubt there was another mechanism to open the trap somewhere, and Geralt had called out that he would find it, leaving leaving alone.

"And," said Jaskier with increasing plaintiveness, "I still really have to pee."

"You're insufferable," said Yennefer. 

"No, I don't feel that you understand the ah-- gravity of the situation," said Jaskier. "Or rather that gravity is acting rather urgently on my--"

"That's enough of that."

"See, welll, that's the thing. Soon er-- I'm afraid that sooner rather than later, nothing will be enough to-- um." The little bastard squirmed in exaggerated discomfort.

"Just hold it, bard. Are you an infant?"

"I'm a very well-hydrated individual! I'm trying. " Whined Jaskier. "Trust me, I would really rather literally be doing anything else in the entire universe than… well than.."

"Than wetting yourself."

"In front of Yennefer of Vengerberg of all people," he squeaked. "No offense."

"Offense taken."

"I mean you're so--" He gestured. "And I'm--" Another gesture. 

"Weren't you mant to be a man of words?"

"I'm a little distracted! Oh, but it hurts."

To her horror, tears began to escape from.the corners of his eyes. He gritted his teeth as they spilled down his bright-red cheeks and wobbled at his jaw. 

He was terrified, she realized. The narrow chamber they were trapped in suppressed her ability to read his mind, but the bard's frayed mental state appeared clearly on his face and the lines of his body. Terrified and deeply humiliated.

And truly about to wet himself.

In close quarters.

He squirmed, flushed pink and whimpering, and something about the sight was more pleasing than expected. Yennefer would never say anything approaching such a thing out loud but he wasn't horrible to look at as far as men went. It wasn't a hardship to watch him. And she had always taken more than the usual interest in the sight of men squirming before her, usually in more pleasant and consensual circumstances.

If she had full access to her command of Chaos, she may have considered any number of remedies to his situation. She could vanish his waters elsewhere or transfigure the bladder walls to expand more and thus alleviate the pressure. And if she was feeling particularly vindictive and cross with the bard for trapping them like this, she could not bother to relieve said pressure but command his body not to release except at her word. 

Though the latter idea sent a small thrill of arousal through her, Yennefer was not so cruel, and even so, it did not matter. She was helpless to do anything but wait for Geralt to find a way to free them. 

Yennefer did not prefer feeling helpless.

As a sorceress and a woman, base bodily functions did not hold much influence over her life. She had never understand the male desire to discuss bowel movements at length or engage in literal pissing contests. One did not live as long as she did and move in the circles that she did without encountering certain erotic proclivities surrounding bodily liquids, but she had never had any interest in sex involving more fluids than the usual, often of the mind that there should be less. 

Jaskier whimpered, interrupting her thoughts. She had no way of knowing how much time had passed or how much more would pass before they could be freed.

Yennefer felt a pang of sympathy. This was not simple inconvenience. The man was clearly in pain.

Droplets of sweat appeared on his creased brow and the meat of his palms dug into his thighs, hands opening and closing uselessly. She knew he must be resisting the urge to grab at himself like a child in front of her. Some part of Yennefer wanted to tell him that he could, that she did not mind, but another part knew it was a matter of his pride. Another, more sordid and previously unexamined part found herself darkly fascinated. Would he truly lose control and wet himself before her? It had been a very very long time ago that the thought of needing to urinate badly had last occupied her thoughts. Normally, she handled her bodies needs with magic at the slightest urge.

Seeing him struggle in increasing distress, she found herself newly grateful for forgoing that particular aspect of humanity

And that was the crux of it.

Jaskier was human. Constrained to the limits of his own body. Bound by bodily discomforts and pain and inconveniences. Worst of all, Yennefer was ordinarily above awareness of such things and now the little idiot was forcing her to confront their reality with increasing urgency.

She startled when Jaskier whined low in his throat, an involuntary noise that he promptly went pink over. He clearly was attempting to limit the shift of his hips, rubbing his palms with firmness down the length of both thighs as though that could possibly offer any relief.

"Oh, quit being noble," said Yennefer. "Will holding yourself help?"

"Holding my-- n-no!"

"No, it won't or no you're too stupid to do it?"

"I'm not going to… debase myself in front ot--"

"Oh please," said Yennefer with a roll of her eyes and pressed her hand between his legs. Another whine escaped him, and he pressed himself flat back against the stone wall of the trap. His hips shifted miserably. His penis was soft beneath her palm and the fabric of his pants, small and vulnerable. This close she could feel his body shaking.

She could not say by his whimpering and trembling whether it helped or made things worse, so she shifted her grip to more firmly encompass him, unsure how tight was too tight. Despite her reputation, she did not often put men's genitals in a stranglehold.

"Just… just like old times," Jaskier managed to squeak, and Yennefer blinked at him. "You ah--" he gestured at her hand cupping his junk "--in Rinde."

"Oh," said Yennefer, remembering. "I don't remember."

"You know, it helps if-- Well its harder to... to piss if-- if one is--" he floundered, staring dumbly where she pressed her hand against the front of his pants. Yennefer sighed.

"If you have an erection, you mean."

"Yes."

"Are you requesting that I service you with my hands?"

"N-no, I would never ask such a--" He winced and seemed to be enduring an increase in pain, his hands tightening to fists at his sides. "Yes! Yes. That's what I'm asking you. Please, Yennefer, I know you completely loathe me, but can you--"

"What's in it for me?" Yennefer asked, eyebrow cocked.

The pink flush of his cheeks and wobble of his chin, the little pants and whines he could not hold back, the shivering tension of his lean body. Control over his body's urges, holding all of him in the palm of her hand. All of it warmed her with guilty arousal. There was plenty in it for her, though the pitiful man could not be allowed to know it.

"Um, isn't it motivation enough that I don't… you know… on your hand?"

She considered this. 

"Fine."

"It might… take some effort frankly. You are very scary. Defense mechanism."

"Don't lie," says Yennefer, adjusting her hold. Already, she can feel the slight pulses of his body attempting to get hard. "That wasn't an issue in Rinde."

"You said you didn't remember."

"Mmmmhmmm."

Yennefer had not attempted something as quaint as pleasuring a man with her hands in many years. She remembered engaging in such things with Istredd. Her small glow of pride the first time he had shuddered and spent at the touch of her hand alone.

Nodding in acquiescence to the task at hand, Yennefer began to undo his laces with her free hand. To her great alarm, the idiot began to squirm more fiercely, the urge seeming to increase in a conditioned response to the imminent release signaled by the opening of his trousers. 

"Oh, Yen don't-- oh. Help."

A small bloom of wetness appeared on the light blue fabric.

Yennefer quickly made work of his lacings and shoved her hand inside his brains, gripping the bare skin in a pinching hold that felt far too merciless but seemed to offer immediate relief as Jaskier groaned. The sensitive skin beneath her fingers felt velvety soft and only a little damp.

On impulse, she swiped her thumb along the flared round of the head, and Jaskier shuddered through his whole body.

 It was a queer thing to feel the twitch and swell of the organ as his softness abated, the rabbiting heartbeat where her fingers held. She did not shift the pressure of her hold, but it grew tighter all the same as he hardened, until she was certain he must be in pain, the solid firmness of his growing erection flexing beneath the curl of her unyielding fingers.

"Does that hurt?" She asked, truly curious.

"No," said Jaskier. " Yes "

He seemed not to be able to help but buck into the tightness of her hand, now seeking pleasure as much as control. Experimentally, she lightened her grip and teased her fingers along the head of his cock, and he cried out and curled down, his forehead along against her shoulder. He breathed unsteadily in her ear.

"Oh quiet, you can hold it."

"I can't, Yennefer. I can't. I can't."

A warm trickle of wetness ran down the back of her hand. She looked down to see that a single dark streak had appeared on his powder blue shirt.

"Ah," said Yennefer and firmed her grip once more, moving in broad strokes. But that small leak seemed to have worsened the pain and effort considerably, Jaskier silent but for his ragged breaths as he curled against her. The occasional whimper and bodily clench was not quite enough to hold back fine droplets of escaping fluid. Not a flood, certainly, but enough for Yennefer to understand the desperation of the situation. The inevitability.

"Yennefer, I'm going to-- I have to--"

"Don't, you little idiot," she said, surprised by the breathless pant of her own voice. "I'll kill you if I do all of this and you still piddle on my shoes."

His orgasm seemed to catch him off guard, grunting as he spilled across her fist and his own shirt. 

"Idiot," said Yennefer. In the immediate aftermath, he groaned aloud as his softening erection but his other need to the forefront. His hands leapt to join hers at his crotch. 

"No, no, no," he whined in increasing panic, clenching his fists.

"Hands off," said Yennefer. "You'll hurt yourself."

"Yen-- since when do you-- care about--" He lost the thread of his thoughts as a longer leak of piss wet their hands. He managed to stop the flow but only just. She knew it was only a matter of moments.

"I don't," she said crossly. 

"Yen--, I-- I can't--" He quivered against her with withheld tears and bodily restraint.

"That's alright," she said, one hand soothing down the plane of his back. "It's ok."

Her words seemed to be all the permission his body needed to release in earnest, the sound of rushing liquid loud in the confined space. Yennefer dropped her hand to spare herself any more indignity and politely patted the bard's shoulder as she held herself away. Yennefer's heartbeat pounded in her ears, and she could not deny the heat of arousal between her legs.

Jaskier's body trembled, and he let out shallow groans of relief against her shoulder as he continued to wet himself. It seemed to go on and on until at last petering out, leaving the two of them in an uncomfortable silence in a trap that reeked of piss. 

The silence broke suddenly with a grind of gears and stone as the back wall of the trap fell away, dropping Jaskier backwards into an open chamber. Geralt looked down at him, grimacing.

"Again, Jaskier?" Geralt grunted, eyeing his wet clothes. 

Jaskier groaned on the ground, making no effort to stand.

"I am a very well-hydrated man, Witcher!" 

"Yeah, yeah, let's get out of here before something nasty is attracted to the stench."

Yennefer strode out of the trap with as much dignity as one could muster when she too reeked faintly of piss, endeavoring to put the whole miserable affair behind her. Unfortunately, as she watched Jaskier scramble to his feet, remembering his urgent cries beneath her hand, something told her that nothing would be that simple.