#tidal anon

[jupitercomet]

really? 

Well, now that you mention it, it does sound like Goose to get the days of the week mixed up and, because of that, to forget something like their anniversary.

However, now I have a question for you (hehehe).

First of all, I probably should say that my favorite kind of story is the one with a little bit of angst… with a happy ending, of course. Sooo… about that question:

I can imagine one of the girls getting hurt before a match (or maybe he has hockey practice before an important match). Something "minor"… maybe a mild fracture(?) And then she is like "well, I can't interrupt my man because this match/practice is so important" and then she goes alone (or with a friend… maybe one of the other girls) to the hospital? Well… I bet hockey boy wouldn't like it at all. 

Here's the question: which of your hockey men is most likely to find himself in situation like that? I think it would be Ice. What do you think? - T. 

angst with a happy ending is my favorite, okay okay lemme think

if it was during a hockey match, I honestly think it would be all of them, like none of the girls would want to interrupt and all the boys would be very upset that they didn't so lets say it was during some low stakes practice (also I didn't know whether or not to use 2nd or 3rd person so I think it's like a mix of both lmao)(tw: minor injuries)

I definitely think Ice and Calypso are most likely for that situation. Calypso's a swimmer so maybe she pulls something or jams her finger against the wall or something similar.

you grab a friend and go to get it checked out because you think that will end before hockey practice gets out... it does not. and obviously Ice hears about what happened because this man knows everything, so he's already waiting for you when you come out, looking like he just had to bail you out of jail. our responsible boy refuses to leave until he can talk to your doctor and make sure he fully understands what your rehabilitation process is. he's very "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed" and so you're not even halfway to his car before you're apologizing profusely, saying you really didn't think it was a big deal and that you didn't mean to scare him and Ice is like "well, you did scare me. and I understand why you didn't want to tell me, but I choose what my priorities are. you are my priority. you come first. and you're always gonna matter more to me than whatever you think is too important to interrupt."

Duck and Goose would be similar, except Duck wouldn't tell anyone what was going on and just try to walk it off. she's a klutz so maybe she fell down the stairs and hit her head or something.

Goose realizes pretty quickly that you are acting off, that you keep wincing and getting dizzy. he's reluctant to leave you, but he has practice and he assumes you haven't eaten enough so he gets you a banana and a Gatorade before he leaves. you are feeling progressively worse and finally it gets to a point that you can't hide it anymore and your friend takes you to make sure you don't have a concussion. Goose lowkey flips out when he finds out and you end up being okay, but Goose doesn't care because you went the whole day without telling him that you fell down a flight of stairs. unlike Ice, he is mad and he vents the whole ride to his apartment how terrified he was and that he should have taken you sooner because what if it was serious. you feel very guilty, especially when he brings up how you'd lose your mind if the roles were reversed. when you get to his apartment, he gives you one of those hugs where he wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his cheek on the side of your head and is like "I'm too pretty to go gray in my 20s, ducky. I don't know if I need to handcuff myself to you or get us one of those shirts for two people, but the sooner you realize that it's my job to take care of you and that I'm always gonna take care of you, the better it will be for both of us."

Slider has it a little easier than the other hockey boys because Cherry is (lovingly) a baby, so she could not go that long without her emotional support big, strong, scary bf™, but she's also hesitant to get him in trouble with his coach.

you're helping a friend out with making cookies to raise money for some club they're in and one miscalculated hand to hot tray has you sticking your palm under cold water as tears roll down your cheeks. your friend is obviously worried and offers to get Slider or take you to get it looked at, but you vehemently oppose both ideas because you do not want to bother Slider. you're also freaking out though and nothing your friend is doing is helping so it's only 10 minutes before they get Slider anyway. luckily the guys are only going over strategy so they aren't in their gear, but the second Coach Metcalf hears the words "girlfriend", "hurt", and "crying" he knows Slider isn't gonna stay even if he threatened to kick him off the the team so he just sighs as Slider rushes out without even grabbing his bag. you're still holding your hand in the sink when he reaches you and instantly he's checking out your palm and assuring you that it only looks like a small burn and distracting you with kisses. when you finally calm down, you're slightly embarrassed and apologize for making him rush out of practice for something as small as a minor burn. but Slider just shakes his head and is like "I don't care what I'm doing, you're the only thing that's important to me. I don't ever want there to be a day that I realize that you needed me when I was doing something else, okay? I love you more than everything."

#tidal wave #duck duck goose #cherry bomb #t anon #what's up doc

[apollos-boyfriend]

i followed you because i genuinely didn't know anyone else down bad for jordan captainsparklez and honestly it's been such a relief to see the occasional spree of cap posting. also the other posts are a bonus i now watch crumb toast more often and got into the qsmp. and rewatched mianite. actually that sounds like you encouraged me to seek out mental illnesses. didn't mean it like that. big fan keep doing what ur doing chin up icarus dont fall into the ocean etc

what i’m getting from this ask game is that i am a catalyst to people’s brainrot. fuck yeah

[anonymous opinions ask game]

#muse talk #anon #ask game #yeahhh!!!! fellow jordan appreciator #i need to post about him more often </3 qsmp has been a Tidal Wave lately #my variety content is quickly dwindling. my brand is slipping from me

[ask-uts-earthspark-au]

Megatron, I live off on the coast and lately some of my boating buddies have been hearing someone saying Tidalwave on repeat;didn't you have a decepticon called that?

Megatron: Tidalwave?

Megatron: Let me check my database, I don’t recall off hand, but perhaps it may be one of my underlings I’ve not had much interaction with…

Megatron: …

Megatron: …Ah, yes, right. There is one. I just haven’t had much interaction there. Not quite my specialty, as I’m more one for solid ground, and the air, so I tend to leave the naval forces to their own devices, unless necessary. Usually Skywarp would handle those matters.

Megatron: I believe I may have taken a ride on the mech. Simple minded, but not to say stupid.

Megatron: No need to worry, I’ll let Silver and Rhythmwing know, and they should see to dealing with it. Feel free to let me know if it’s neglected any sort of change, and I’ll handle it myself, yes?

#megatron isn’t the most social of leaders but he does think positively of his Decepticons unless he has reason not to #thank you for the ask! #anon ask #ask box #answered asks #megatron answers #transformers #earthspark #transformers earthspark #megatron #earthspark megatron #tidal wave #tf tidal wave

[bagofspoons]

omg what were your opinions on their Tidal Wave campaign, i loved all the silly pirates so much

OMGGGG TIDAL WAVE!!! i luuuved tidal wave sm. theyd been talking about doing pirates for ages and then finally did!! my fav part was probably that final face off in the underground lake…. the DRAMA of it all

#ANON IM KISSING U SQUARE ON THA LIPS #tidal wave #tidal wave spoilers

[tchaikovskaya]

the irony of a [now-former] mutual messaging me to complain about me "siccing" my followers on them (i did not, i @'d them in the REPLIES of a 3rd party's post that they reblogged and thereby put on my dash. i did not reblog anything or put anything on my own blog about them that my followers would see) for saying some absolutely nonsensical bullshit about the depp/heard verdict and how they subsequently got a barrage hate for it............ im sorry but i have to laugh

#cant take what you dish out can you? 🥺 #depp /for ts #luckily you can log out or delete the anons and/or block the senders #but unlike you unfortunately AH's harassment will follow her for the rest of her life both irl and online! sorry dumbass! #especially since it was a fucking reply which MY OWN FOLLOWERS CANNOT AND WOULD NOT SEE #which means whatever iniquity may have potentially existed bc of a disparity in following (lmfao ponder that for 0.1s 🤡) is moot entirely #its almost as if.......... you got a huge tidal wave of hostile messages replies etc because you said something fucking vile and idiotic #reap what you sow lmfaoooooo dont blame other [more popular 💅] people for the consequences of ur own damn PUBLIC stupidity

[tidalwhump]

Hey, could I be on the taglist for the untitled bloodbag story please?

-Basil (@whump-on-a-log)

Sure thing, I've added you to the untitled bloodbag story taglist @whump-on-a-log ! Thank you so much for your interest!

#tidal answers #answers #asks #anon #anons

[eoieopda]

i just found your blog and i am absolutely in love oh my godddddd the way you wrote vernon from svt is probably my favorite characterization of him i’ve come across you nailed it!!

ahhh!! thank you 😭 he’s such a unique guy; i’m glad to hear that my fictionalized version of him meshed with that 💘

#jade speaks #anon #re: tidal. #vernon #svt

[maiverie]

yes!! im being deadass serious, i love to listen to stuff!! it's really good imo!! oh bbb is postponed? :'( that's okay! the playlist is a banger, wifey makes me excited for it even more 🩷🩷🩷

lool the Justin Bieber and love talk took me out tho

But chase atlantic >>>>

HASHASHA THE LOVE TALK ADDITION IS SO FUNNY 😭 the song is straight up porn audio I CANTTT 😭

also omg I'm glad u like it then 😭💖 OH FUCK YEA I LOVE CHASE ATLANTIC SO MUCH WHAT ARE UR FAVE SONGS FROM THEM????

#ask #@ : anon ♡︎ #ME PERSONALLY #FALLING IS JUST SO AMAZING #THE WALLS???? #MEDDLE ABOUT. #ALSO TIDAL WAVE

[carmyboobear]

ANON (COVERS MY FACE) this embarrassed me but also SO inspired me. You’re a genius. Please take this

Tags: MDNI🔞, dom carmy, fingering,  dirty talk!!!, spitting

So I’ve been thinking about Carm propping you up on a table a lot recently, spreading your legs and exposing you to him. In this scenario I think the two of you were watching a movie, but you were more focused on him—cuddling up close to him, touching him, kissing him…And I think he had enough. 

“Why’re you so wet, hm?” Carmy’s dragged you to the edge of the table. He’s sitting at one of the chairs, pulled up close. One of his hands is rubbing up and down one of your bare legs. The other is at your pussy, parting your folds delicately with his fingers. 

“‘Cause of you, Carm,” you admit, because you know it’s what he wants to hear. It works like a charm. 

“‘Cause of me?” The broad surface of his thumb dips against your entrance, coating itself in the wetness that collected there. “That’s what’s got you leaking, baby?” You nod quickly, and he hums in approval. “That’s my girl…”

He brings his hand to his mouth, sucks your fluid off his thumb. When he brings it back down, coated in spit, it’s slick against slick. His long fingers just keep stroking at your pussy, smearing your wetness everywhere, teasing and rubbing your folds until they’re hot and puffy.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmurs. His other hand’s left your thigh to tug up at the hood of your clit, jutting it out for him to touch. He brings his wet thumb to stroke slippery circles over your hard nub, and you keen, hips jutting forward. “This pretty pink pussy…you’re so soft, baby.”

“D-Don’t say that—” His words broil in your gut and make your clit throb against his circling thumb. “Fuck—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he says darkly, his index and thumb suddenly pinching and rolling at your clit, and you gasp, throwing your head back as your body tightens. “This pussy belongs to me, and that’s exactly how you like it, don’t you?”

“C-Carm—” His pinching fingers are massaging your clit harder. You can barely speak. 

“You’re mine, and I’ll say whatever I like about what belongs to me.” You try to respond, but only weak moans come out. “Tell me who you belong to, and I’ll make you come.”

“Please,” you beg, but it’s not enough. 

“Tell me who this perfect pussy belongs to,” he says again. His blue eyes are dark. “I won’t say it again.”

“I-It—it belongs to you, Carmy,” you whimper, but his expression remains unfazed, dissatisfied. “My pussy—my pretty pussy,” you amend, cheeks burning, and that’s what finally satiates him. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, “good fucking girl.” 

He sinks two thick, long fingers into you, and it feels like a release. You moan as you squeeze down on them, trying to suck them back in every time they drag back. His other hands uses two fingers to part your folds around your clit. You feel it throb in the open air. 

When he leans forward, you think he’s going to suck on it, but then you feel hot spit hitting your clit. 

“All mine,” he murmurs, almost to himself. His fingers return, flicking your clit brutally from side to side, and alongside the fingers deep in your pussy, you’re wound up so tight you swear you’re gonna snap. 

“Carmy,” you moan, sweet and desperate. Your legs are trembling. “I’m gonna come,” you sob.

“I know, baby. Be good and come all over my fingers for me, yeah?” His quick fingers smack against your pussy with every thrust, the sounds wet and clear. “God, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous down here…and it’s all mine, isn’t it, pretty girl?”

“All yours, Carm,” you gasp, and you’re gushing all over his fingers. Your orgasm is a tidal wave bottled up in the container of your body, thrashing on your insides. His nimble fingers keep rubbing and thrusting in you as you come, relentless as you tighten and throb against him. 

“Perfect,” he hums, and he keeps his fingers moving. You have a feeling he’s not gonna let you go until your wetness is dripping onto the floor.

#carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #my asks #my blurbs #sorry anon had to repost bc it wasn't showing up in the tags #my smut #Carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx]

Anonymous asked: To the Chosen One - After working together for the first time, I wanted to bang you on the hood of my car - Dean... DAMMIT! I mean ANONYMOUS PERSON

confess a secret to my muse || ACCEPTING

     Buffy nearly dropped the glass of water of she was holding and her face took on about ten different shades of red. She isn’t sure where the sudden confession came from but she was certainly caught off guard with it. It was amazing that after all this time he could still manage to make her blush at times. 

     “ Now what kind of girl would I be having sex on a first date ? “ To this day she still considers the night they first met being their first date ─ monster bashing at it’s best. Now while it might not have been something she acted upon , she’d totally be lying if she said similar thoughts hadn’t popped into her head a time or two that night. Who could blame her for thinking about it when it came to the man standing in front of her ?  “ The again with the way things turned out it certainly would have added a certain something to a night I’m sure neither of us will soon forget. Who knows , your charm might have made it hard for me to resist such an offer. Maybe next time you shouldn’t think so hard about something like that and just do it. “ Her brow raising at him as if giving him a challenging gesture.

#Anon #itstimetorambleon #Asks: Careful What You Ask For #C: Buffy Summers #Feat. Buffy Summers & Dean Winchester #✷Got Hit By Your Tidal Wave✷[Buffy & Dean]✷ #✷Santa Carla .. Where The Dead Never Sleep✷[ Verse ]✷

[victoryverse]

Can you do where y/n had like a VERY sensitive clit? Like one lick and she will orgasm type of way? With konig?

okay anon, you sent me 3 REQUESTS ON THE SAME THING!!! sorry for not replying sooner but here it is:

. . .

You had always known that your body was a little different from others. Specifically, your clit was extremely sensitive. Even the slightest touch or breeze could send shivers down your spine and make your whole body tingle with pleasure. But what you didn't know was that it was about to change your life in the best way possible.

You had been dating Konig for a few months now and things were going great. He was attentive, caring, and always made sure to please you in bed. But you had always been a little self-conscious about your sensitive clit, worried that it might be too much for him to handle.

One night, as you were making out on the couch, Konig's hand slipped down to your pants and he began rubbing your clit gently. You couldn't help but let out a low moan, your body already starting to respond to his touch. But just as quickly as he started, he pulled away, a look of concern on his face.

'Are you okay? Did I hurt you?' he asked, worry evident in his voice.

You blushed, feeling embarrassed by your body's immediate reaction. 'No, it's just...my clit is really sensitive,' you admitted, hoping he wouldn't think it was weird.

But instead of being turned off, Konig's eyes lit up with curiosity. 'Really? How sensitive?' he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You shrugged, not sure how to explain it. 'One lick and...I'll orgasm,' you said, your cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.

Konig's lips curled up into a devilish smirk. 'Challenge accepted,' he said, before diving between your legs and giving your clit a slow, teasing lick.

Your entire body immediately went into overdrive, pleasure coursing through you like a tidal wave. Your back arched off the couch as you let out a loud moan, unable to control your body's response to his touch.

Konig continued to work his magic, using his fingers and tongue to drive you wild. Every touch, every lick, felt like pure ecstasy and you lost count of how many times you came, each one more intense than the last.

Finally, when you were completely spent and panting heavily, Konig crawled back up to you and kissed you gently. 'That was...amazing,' he said, a look of awe on his face.

You couldn't help but smile, feeling satisfied and grateful to have a partner who was willing to explore and pleasure your sensitive body. 'Thank you,' you said, pulling him in for another kiss.

From that night on, you and Konig continued to have mind-blowing sex, with him always making sure to pay special attention to your sensitive clit. And you couldn't have been happier, knowing that you had found someone who accepted and loved every part of you, even your sensitive little button.

#call of duty #cod #call of duty x reader #call of duty smut #cod smut #konig smut #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig fanfiction #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #konig x reader smut #konig x you #cod konig

[saturnville]

home to you, major john egan

pairing: major john "bucky" egan (masters of the air) x black fem oc (amelia egan)

content: bucky returns home after spending time away in the war. inspired by this gif set

an: an anon asked me for more major john egan fics, so here we are! ask and you shall receive.

Amelia Mae Egan found it difficult to adjust to the absence of her husband. The sound of silence was daunting and nothing short of a haunting melody that kept her up at night. 

The bed was cooler than Antarctica. The chill of the sheets stung like bitter cold. His pillow was left just as it was the day he left. Perfectly propped against the metal bedframe. She would lean over to inhale the remnants on his scent. 

Amelia wasn’t used to making her own coffee. Only he knew how to make it the way she enjoyed. When her own hands attempted to make the rich goodness, she spewed it out like a stubborn child and chucked the remainder into the sink. 

Breakfast was uncompromising without him. She couldn’t stomach more than a few bites before her eyes filled with tears and she slid the bowl across the table. It would stay untouched and crust over as the day went on. 

Her frustration grew even more when the overhead light in the bedroom went out. Her day had been long, and the last thing she needed was to enter a dark bedroom. Amelia found herself running around the house like a chicken with her head cut off searching for a new lightbulb. Of course, it was on a shelf taller than she was, so she had to use a chair to retrieve it. 

Amelia’s heartrate quickened as the agitation within her seeped through her pores. Her fingers flicked the side lamp aggressively. She kicked off her shoes and climbed unto the bed, the springs squeaking gently. She reached above her, but her hands just barely met the unlit lamp. 

“Son of a bitch,” she cursed in frustration. 

“Nasty language for a pretty woman.” Amelia’s head flung up like a spring. She released a noise--a mix between a gasp, a sob, and a laugh. Last time she checked, she wasn’t going to see him for another two weeks. But, there he stood, in all his beauty. 

John gave her a small smile and placed his suitcase on the ground. He gently placed his hat on top of it. His shoes kissed the floor as he quickly made his way to her. Amelia smiled like a child in the candy store and dropped the lightbulb on the bed. 

“Hi darlin’.” His voice was deep like ocean waters yet smooth like silk. His rough hands trailed up her soft calves and to her hips. He clenched the flesh of her bottom; she leaned into his touch, leaning down to cup his cheeks with her hands. Her tear filled eyes gazed into his loving blue eyes. 

She wasted no time connecting their lips. Relief and comfort washed over her body like tidal wave. Her baby. In that kiss was an intense fuel of passion that transcended all other emotions she felt before. Amelia released a soft whimper when his hands cupped the back of her thighs, hoisting her in his arms. 

One of John’s hands searched for the bed, laying her against it gently. Amelia giggled softly as her husband wrecked her neck with kisses, “Johnny.” John nudged her thighs open and slotted his body between them; she trapped him in position. 

“I’ve missed you, doll,” he whispered lowly, fondling with the thin shirt that covered her chest. His nose brushed against the valley of her breasts. “Did you miss me?” His ears caught her heavy breaths and soft expressions. 

“I did. So much. So happy you’re home.” Amelia’s fingers carded through his hair as she tried to maintain the small amount of self control she had left. 

“How about you show me how much you missed me, darlin’,” he commanded softly, looking into her eyes. She smiled mischievously and lowered her hands to his belt. Four months without her, there was much to make up for, and she was more than happy to oblige.

#saturnville #original writing #black!reader #black reader #major john egan x black!reader #major john egan #major gale cleven #major john egan x reader #callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner x black!reader #masters of the air

[dazed-and-confused23]

Hi, can I request a story where a female reader wants to fuck Cooper and keeps making advances at him but Cooper always shuts her down. But when reader meets Hancock, she's so desperate to get her rocks off that she asks him to bang her, which he immediately agrees to because, well, it's Hancock. Reader and Hancock aren't exactly quiet when they're having sex which causes Cooper to be unable to sleep. They noises they make get to him and he jerks himself off. Internally, he's wishing he didn't blow off reader so many times because he could've been in Hancock's position by now.

Anon. I can't thank you enough for such a lovely prompt ❤️. I hope I've done it justice!

Cooper can admit that you're a stubborn little smoothskin. This is the fourth time in three days that you'd slid up to him, all soft flesh and smelling delicious, and looked at him with such an innocent gaze that it always shocked him at the filth that spilled out of your mouth.

"You should let me suck your cock."

Cooper sucked in a harsh breath, his lungs rattling and sending him into a short coughing fit. You pat his back softly, expression concerned, until the ghoul shrugs you off and stomps forward.

"Shouldn't be sayin' shit like that to men like me, Smoothie," Cooper bit out, and willed down the arousal that wanted to rise up and consume him like a fuckin' tidal wave. They rounded one last corner and came upon the entrance of Goodneighbor, and Cooper slumped a little in relief when they passed inside the safety of the walls. Boston was a dangerous place.

Down in the Third Rail, you sit by yourself at the bar, an annoyed pout on your lips as you sip the drink Charlie had whipped up for you. Cooper has already retired for the night, shacked up in a room at the Hotel Rexford. You don't understand why your ghoulish companion doesn't want to have sex with you. There wasn't something wrong with you was there?

Your self depreciating thoughts are interrupted by a smokey voice, made rough by radiation and chems.

"Why the long face, sister?"

You turn and see one of the most attractive ghouls you've ever lain eyes on. He is lean and willowy, but you could see a hidden strength in the way he held himself. He wore a red colonial outfit, complete with a tricorn hat, and a smile so friendly you knew there was danger lurking beneath.

"Cat got your tongue?" He drawls after a moment, and you flush, thighs squeezing together just at the sound of his voice. It's over for you after that. You learn that his name is Hancock, and he's the Major of Goodneighbor. He buys you drinks, and it's an embarrassingly short amount of time before you turn to him, eyes hopeful.

"Will you have sex with me, Hancock?"

The ghoul doesn't miss a best, hands already on your hips as he leads you out of the Third Rail and to the hotel across the street, and conveniently right beside Cooper's rented room.

The bounty hunter wakes to the sound of two people fucking, and they are not being quiet about it. Cooper is seconds away from smacking the wall and snarling at them to shut the fuck up, when he recognizes the sound of your voice, and his annoyance turns straight to burning aroused, jealousy.

Blood rushes to his cock, and Cooper falls back in the bed, head hitting the pillow as he clenches his eyes shut. The sound of your breath moans, begging for more ring in his head, and the ghoul breaks. He pops the button of his pants and shoves them down, taking his aching dick in his hand and stroking roughly.

"Ahh~ harder, John. Please."

Cooper grits his teeth, regret curdling his stomach as he listens to someone else fuck you, take what he kept pushing away. It should be his fuckin' name that you moan, his cock that should be buried in your tight cunt. Coop wouldn't have kept pushing you away if he knew you sounded so sweet stuffed full.

"That's it, baby, ya feel so goddamn good."

The second voice is rough, and that green envy grows at recognizing the sound of another ghoul. Cooper snarls lowly in the room, his hand tight around his cock as he fucks his fist and imagines that it's him in the room with you, bending you over the bed and fucking you just like you've been begging him to.

The sounds you make grow in pitch, and Cooper follows right along, stroking his cock in time with the breathy pants that's fall from your lips. A strangled moan leaves his lips when his balls tighten, and he comes, seed spilling and coating his fist. Cooper sits up and wipes it off on the sheets without a care, brows pulled down in a scowl when the noise in the next room ceases.

Cooper stuffs his dick back in his pants and leaves the room, loping out of the hotel and back to the bar. He'd wait until you were finished with whoever the fuck John was, and then he'd be there to sweep you up. Coop wouldn't miss that opportunity again.

#cooper howard #fallout #fallout prime #fallout tv series #cooper howard x reader #x reader #the ghoul x reader #john hancock x reader #hancock x reader #john hancock

[mimixmunson]

eddie munson piss kink 🤭 it’s perfectly fine if you’re not comfortable with it!! love u - anon

Eddie Munson has a piss kink. Eddie Munson x reader. Smut. Blurb.

Hope you enjoy anon, love you too!

🍒 “Please Eds” you begged in a desperate tone, your eyes shut tightly as you struggled to not let go of your bladder. He knew making you drink 3 bottles of water would make you so pathetically submissive for him. Eddie had complete control of your bladder, he enjoyed the desperation, the way it made you feel so uncomfortable that you’d beg so quickly, but most of all, he enjoyed the eventual release. The moment when he finally gave you mercy and allowed you to relieve your bladder. You were stood in the shower; he’d turned the water on to add to your neediness. The sound of the water hitting the shower floor nearly tipped you over the edge the moment he’d turned on the shower head. You were desperate to piss. Eddie knew that he smirked as he watched over you, one hand wrapped around his cock pleasuring himself as you squirmed constantly writhing in your place.

“What’s the problem sweet girl?” He teased, his hand reaching out to caress your tear-stained cheek. “You need to pee, don’t you? Oh, darling we’re going to need to get you some diapers, aren’t we? You have no control of that little bladder, do you?” His words were vicious but his hand pressing down onto your stomach was worse. Your task was simple, don’t piss yourself until you had permission. But his palm pressing onto your bladder was inducing it, he was right, you did have no control no matter how hard you tried. You knew that if you disobeyed Eddie’s orders, he really would buy adult diapers just to humiliate you more, it was all a part of his sadistic little kink game. Watching you doing the ‘desperate to pee’ dance, his cock was leaking with pre-cum. The pearlescent bead falling from his perfectly pink tip and dangling from his hard on.

He dropped to his knees, his hands steadying himself onto your hips with a tight grip. “You can pee, but not before I make you cum.” He grunted, his voice hoarse and firm. With those words, his tongue found your clit. He swirled the tip of his tongue in circles around your sensitive bud, spelling his name repeatedly. Your body didn’t know how to react, you’d never been so desperate to urinate and cum at the same time. You didn’t know what feeling to prioritise. Eddie’s hand travelled back to your lower stomach, massaging over your bladder once more as your orgasm grew closer, pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave.

“Eddie..please. Can’t take it.” You spoke in nothing but a whisper, in fear that if you spoke louder, your body would take over in need. His teeth scraped over your clit so gently as he sucked over it, it was all too much. “Please.” You begged. “Please what? Do you want permission to cum or to piss yourself? Silly girl, you need to be more specific.” He teased, his big brown eyes looking up at you through your mound of public hair that was drenched by now.

“Both. Please. Eds please.” Whining, you pulled at his curls, pushing his face deeper into your cunt as he licked around your hole, his nose rubbing against your overstimulated clit. He licked stripes from your hole, up to your clit and back down again and took your clit into his mouth again. Still holding eye contact he smirks, “Go on angel, you have permission.” In an instant, the familiar knot in your stomach came undone. Your orgasm taking over your body for a few seconds before Eddie pushed down on your bladder once more and you let go.

The liquid came streaming out as you moaned in ecstasy, unsure if your groans were from your overwhelming orgasm or the relief. Finally, being able to piss felt incredible, but nobody was happier about it than Eddie. His face still nestled into your pussy, still working his tongue over your clit but now tasting your cum and piss. It was truly filthy, the way he was rutting his hips into your leg as he drank up your warm liquid, savouring the taste he craved so much. Eddie’s grip on your hip was sure to leave bruises, as your piss soaked his face he began to cum too. No stimulation needed, he orgasmed, hard. Warm ropes of cum spurted out of his cock, he smiled looking up at you. The money pieces of his hair were dripping, soaked from your mess. He licks his lips, not wasting a single drop.

“Fuck baby. Thank you.” Eddie beams as you pet his hair, helping him get up onto his feet. Pulling him into a hug, as the warm water from the shower blessed the both of you. A few kisses later and you finally spoke, “Let's get clean now huh? That got a bit messy, doing this in the shower was the right idea Eds.” He laughs, flicking his wet hair back like a dog that’s just run into the sea. “Right?” Eddie wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and then in front of him. Grabbing the bottle of body wash and lathering the both of you up, playfully groping your breasts as he washes you.

“Did so well princess” he says as he scrubs the soapy loofah over your thighs, taking extra special care when washing in between them. “You did better babe, drank me all up.” You responded with a smile. Your sex life was many things, but it was never boring. 🍒

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Number 34 marilyn x larissa x reader. Reader is a student (of age and only if you're comfortable with it) who keeps getting distracted in Marilyn's lessons and anytime they are brought into larissa's office

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Summary— Reader is an of age student who can’t seem to focus in Marilyn’s botany classes. Reader also happens to be a beta and in heat. Larissa and Marilyn suggest an alternative to help. Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for the request! I love this idea. The Reader is assumed to be 18 or older. And I added an a/b/o AU for some extra fun Ehehe. Enjoy! ♥️♥️

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#34. “Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, mainly fluff, implied smut, talk of smut, talk of sexual desires, age gaps (all legal), a/b/o Au/omegaverse Au, Dom/sub implied relationships, implied breeding kink, implied begging kink, implied domination, implied future smut, etc.

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It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat.

For a couple days of the month, the days in which you were ovulating, you were highly sensitive in all manners of the word. You hadn’t slept well. You couldn’t eat much. All you could hold in your stomache was water. You dealt with mood swings and tidal wave cravings. You had cramps and heat flashes. Intense cravings and desires overwhelmed your system at all times. Wants to curl up and nest through it all. Needs that you didn’t dare utter aloud causing you to drown in your own desperation.

It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat. But it’s not like you could spend a whole week of each month in your dorm suffering. So you did your best to ignore your time of the month.

“Miss L/N, for the last time, are you with us…??” Ms. Thornhill seethed, frustrated at how you apparently couldn’t keep any interest or attention in her class all week.

Your eyes shot up, wide, and toward the botanist. You gulped and went red.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured, looking away in embarrassment.

Marilyn looked you up and down and sensed that something was off. It seemed to have been off all week… She decided to go with her gut.

“Miss L/N, please see me and Principal Weems after your classes today.” Ms. Thornhill instructed you with a blank face and tone.

You gulped and nodded, letting out a whimper of a yes ma’am… You probably would have spent the rest of you day anxiously spiraling about the foreboding meeting with Thornhill and Weems, but today, you were in too deep with other matters to even think about it at surface level.

You knew that as the days progressed, your symptoms would only get worse. The second to last day of your heat would be the most intense, the last day would be filled with depression and distraught, ie your body realizing that it hadn’t gotten what it wanted.

Today you guessed was most likely your second to last day, as you’d been in heat for almost a week and the symptoms had peaked today of all days. Physically, you were constantly wet, shaking at all times, trembling as you walked and sat, wobbling with weak legs, breathing shallow and faltering, overheating at all hours of the day, stumbling with imbalance, and stuttering every other word that came out.

But the physical aspects didn’t compare to the mental. Mentally, you were in full heat mode…

Dominated… you needed her to push you and order you around… be rough but soft at the same time. You needed to kneel and look up to your alpha, powerless to her, surrendering all control…

Begging… You needed her dirty words whispered into your ear, as you whimpered and begged for it… you needed to let out all the dirty thoughts in your head, begging your alpha to make it come true… you needed her to get off at how pathetic and desperate you sounded…

Breeding… you needed her seed, her cum deep inside you… needed her to fuck until your stomache was swelling with her offspring… needed it, needed it, needed it…

As you knocked and entered Principal Weems’ office door, you tried to pull yourself back to reality from your deep, carnal desires. You closed the door behind you with a shuttering breath, as the two women swiveled their heads towards you. Larissa was sitting behind her desk, Marilyn on the left guest seat.

“Miss L/N, thank you for joining us. Please have a seat, Darling.” Ms. Weems spoke.

The petname put you on edge, enough where if you could just hump that arm chair…—

You shook your head and sat down as instructed. Marilyn’s quizzical gaze was on you, along with Larissa’s confident one. They both observed you for a moment, before Ms. Weems began,

“Ms. Thornhill tells me that you have been having trouble focusing in class…” the blonde spoke.

You went red and looked in your lap as your fingers fidgeted with one another.

“Mhmm ‘m sorry Principal Weemss…” you whispered, squirming in your chair.

“Larissa is fine in here, Darling.”

Larissa raise her brow at you, when you winced while you nodded. Her instincts told you something was off… You looked uncomfortable, in pain.

“Miss L/N, are you feeling alright…?” Ms. Weems asked.

Marilyn looked from Larissa to you, then leaning forward and placing a hand on your leg. You gasped and met Marilyn’s sympathetic gaze with wide eyes.

“You can talk to us, Y/N…” Marilyn gently said.

Suddenly, your suffering was stifled, things started to make sense again. You could think clearly. Her touch was your cure. But it wasn’t the entire cure… the pang of desire in you was still aflame.

“I… I’m… in heat…” you stammered in a whisper.

Marilyn’s eyes widened, her hand pulling back from your leg. You whimpered at the loss of touch, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the pathetic sound came out. Your face was reddened in embarrassment as both women watched you carefully, processing the meaning of your words. Suddenly, Larissa let out a brief, dry laugh, then standing up, rounding her desk, and sitting on the edge of her desk in between you and Marilyn.

“Is that what’s been bothering you…?” Larissa softly cooed, leaning forward towards you.

You bit your lip, looking down to the floor, and nodding with a beet red face.

“Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.” The blonde hummed.

Your head shot up at Larissa’s words.

“Fix?” You promptly asked.

Your gaze met Larissa’s, but her eyes were different, darker and glimmering with a certain shine. You looked over to Marilyn, who seemed to be on the same page as Larissa. The redhead leaned forward in her chair, her hand now coming up to your thigh. You shivered and nearly moaned at the touch.

“Let us help you, sweetheart… We understand.” Marilyn cooed.

“Help me…? You understand?” You stammered.

“Yes Darling. Hear us out and then you can decide, does that sound alright?” The blonde comforted you.

You nodded slowly, entranced by the way Marilyn’s hand slowly drew circles on your outer thigh. Larissa smiled at your response, then standing up and offering you her hand. You took it and your body exploded at the skin to skin contact. The blonde principal guided you to the long, lavish couch by the fire, placing you in the middle. Your mind was even more dizzy and you could barely comprehend what was happening anymore.

When Larissa let go of your hand, part of reality came crashing into you, along with waves of sadness and distraught. But those feelings were soon semi-sated as Larissa sat on your right, and Marilyn on your left, closest to the fire. Marilyns hand found its home back on your thigh and you let out a sigh of relief. Larissa’s hand cupped your chin and swiveled your face and gaze to her.

“You understand what is happening to you, don’t you?” Larissa asked, while drinking in your form.

You shrugged your shoulders and let out a shaky breath.

“Kind of…” you stammered.

“Why don’t you tell me what you know, and I will fill in the gaps for you, Darling…” the blonde cooed.

You gulped and your breath hitched as you felt Marilyn’s fingers dance around the top of your thigh.

“I know that I go through ‘heat’… it’s biology, that I can’t help it. I get all messed up and I can’t function… its hopeless, so I just bear with it and it’s goes away after a couple days usually…” you rambled.

“Good girl.” Larissa hummed, “Yes, you are mostly correct. Your heats are biological, and you go through them in cycles. If you don’t address them, they will only get worse. I assume this is why you’ve been suffering these past few days… You’ve had built up heats, unaddressed?”

You broke your locked gaze from the tall blonde, nodding slowly.

“But it’s not hopeless, sweetheart. There are ways to treat and manage the heats.” Marilyn reassured you, squeezing your thigh lightly.

You let out a shaky sigh at Marilyn’s physical comforting, thanking whatever higher power that it didn’t come out as a moan. You looked towards the redhead and nodded. Larissa sighed towards Marilyn.

“Marilyn, that is enough. She hasn’t decided hers and your overabundance of teasing is not helpful…” Larissa sternly told the redhead.

Marilyn’s eyes widened and she quickly retracted her hand from your thigh. You felt your core start screaming again, for more. More touch. More anything. But Larissa’s words intrigued you enough to pull your focus to the tall blonde.

“Decide what…?”

Larissa sighed and Marilyn took a deep breath. The tall principals gaze met yours lovingly.

“If you want us to help you…” she purred.

Your cheeks went ablaze at her words.

“I… w-what…?” You stammered, your throat going dry.

“Marilyn and I, we understand your situation more than others… Correct me if I’m wrong, but you are a beta, aren’t you?” Larissa explained slowly.

You gulped and nodded, meeting the woman’s gaze submissively.

“Mmmmm that is what we thought. Well Marilyn is an omega, and I am an alpha. We are both also in our heats…”

Your heart nearly jumped up and out of your throat as the blonde woman’s statement, and your eyes went wide. Were you hearing this correctly…?

“And… Marilyn and I, if you are amenable, would like to offer our aid—” Larissa explained gently.

“Yes.” You immediately choked out.

The tall woman’s gaze widened and brightened at your interrupted response. She then smirked and turned her attention to Marilyn who gave a her a nod.

“Alright, then how about we start with you telling us what you want, Darling…?” Larissa purred.

“How can we help you, sweetheart…?” Marilyn asked as well, as Larissa placed her hand on your back reassuringly.

You looked from the redhead’s gaze then to the blonde’s.

“I… ummmmm…” You stammered,

“That’s alright, take a deep breath for us…” Larissa cooed.

You nodded towards the woman and did as she said.

“Good girl. Now use your words, sweet girl…” the blonde praised.

“I w-want… to be… dominated” you stammered, your words turning into embarrassed whispers.

Marilyn’s hand then reached out to grasp yours and squeeze it reassuringly.

“It’s all good, sweetheart. You got this.” The redhead comforted you.

You met her loving gaze and nodded with a gulp.

“W-want you to take control… of all of it of me. Want to be used but also taken care of… want to not have to think, to not have my head ringing in m-my ears…” you confessed, while Larissa and Marilyn listened intently as you continued,

“Want to be sated mmmd satiated… whatever just want to feel full… so full…” you whimpered, starting to rock back and forth as your words were starting to make you spiral,

“Need it… need it, need to be bred… God I need to be full…” you whimpered loudly, but you were interrupted by Larissa’s hand squeezing your shoulder lightly and bringing you back to her and the other woman.

“That’s good, Darling. Very good girl.” Larissa purred, “Do you trust us…?”

You smiled lightly and nodded.

“Yes…” you lightly said.

Larissa smiled lightly, before standing up and offering her hand to you, Marilyn following.

“Then why don’t we go to a proper bedroom, hmmm Darling…?” The blonde husked.

You eagerly took Larissa’s hand as she guided you to her private bedroom attached to her office, the redhead following behind you.

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OMGGGGG PLSSSSS your vernon fic is so good!!!!! your writing did not disappoint 😭 hope to read more vernon fics from you in the future 🫡

eeeee thank you!! 🥹 i’m sure there will be more bc that NPC is wrecking the shit out of me lately, lmao.

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