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wh01sstanl3y · 1 year ago
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2006 Black Christmas truthers are the most oppressed minority💔(aside from gamers)
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megalomaniacz · 25 days ago
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SWEET CHERRY 🍒
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camgirl!reader x toxic actually loserish really pathetic!vi
diva mode activated halfway through writing this…guys idk i’m gay okay and if it isn’t good i never wrote it…okay? erm nsfw!! listened to tate mcrae and charli while writing this if that means anything to u. also, my birthday is tomorrow!! might drunkenly pump out a toxic!cait one shot OMG WHO SAIDDDD THAT
PART ONE: $EX. LIE$. UGLY. TRUTH.
the time on her computer screen read 11:07 pm. you were two minutes behind schedule. every regular viewer, including vi, was on the edge of their seat. licking at chapped lips and rubbing lotiony hands together. eyes wide with wonder, refreshing the site every 10 seconds until you popped onto screen.
you were wearing your signature cherry red lingerie, flawless makeup, soft pop music playing in the back. nails sharp and adorned with cherries. you held a sucker that read eat me in your hand, slowly unwrapping it for the camera. “hi cherries, guess what flavor this is.”
vi was foaming at the fucking mouth, adjusting the computer in her lap. eyes glued to the screen while she bit her lip and held onto your every word.
you moved closer to the screen. “grape? chat what do you mean? cmon guess and you get a prizeeee.”
the way you spoke, singing your words. ending the sentence in a suggestive tone. your sultry manner and bedroom eyes. everything was driving vi up a goddamn wall. you were all that and bag of fucking chips. she couldn’t stop thinking about you since she found a video of you fucking yourself with a dildo on an adult site. lezgetbusy or something fucking stupid. scrolled through the comments (5,000) until someone alluded to the fact that you cammed.
then she followed your profile and immediately paid your $50 messaging fee.
in all honesty, she was talking to herself in there half the time. the rare moments in which you did respond gave her a euphoria she couldn’t contain. she wanted to fuck you. no, she needed to fuck you. with her fingers, her tongue, her strap, and whatever the hell else will fit up there. it was driving her crazy.
grandSurpass: grape lol
justmyego: strawberry?
Several_means: lick it again please :(
she rolled her eyes at the screen. “idiotic men, it’s fucking cherry.” she begins to tap in the chat. she presses send, and when she sees you reading it? mouthing her comment? she nearly chokes, feeling her face flush.
“very good, vi? violet22. very good.”
her hands were stuffed into her pants now, legs spread while she toys with herself. you said her name. you said her fucking name! she throws her head back, thinking about how easily it fell off your tongue.
“since you guessed right, you get, drumroll pleaseeee.”
she was close now. pool of wetness filling her boxers. legs shaking, mouth wide open. please keep talking, please keep talking…please…
“a chance to chat with me personally! this stream, and others, will be a bit shorter as i’ve decided i’ll be doing one on one chats with some lucky cherries. congratulations vio-“
she slams her computer shut, takes her hand out of her pants, and jumps off her bed. stumbles into her bathroom, washes her hands and splashes water on her face, then stumbles back to her room. reopens her computer, runs a hand down her face, types in the website url again. logs in. clicks watch stream. and checks under her ass for shit because she swears she just shat herself. just now.
“oh, vi is back. okay guys.” you swish the lollipop around in your mouth a bit before continuing to speak. “i’m going to send you a link in private message, violet22. see you soon!” a toothy and cheery smile spread across your sweet face.
the second the link shows up in her inbox, she clicks it. hits the $200hr pay wall. fumbles in her pockets for her wallet, fuck she left it in the bathroom okay she’s got it dammit she’s shaking. can barely put the card numbers in. she’s making you wait she’s making you wait fuck.
after payment is secured, you in all your sweet glory, pop up on her screen. you’re sat on your bed, sucker hanging from your lips, fiddling with your freshly manicured nails. you hear the ding, realized she’s joined, and lay on your belly. tits squeezing together on the bed.
“hi! violet22? is that you? i can’t see you, turn your camera on!”
oh fucking fuck the fuck fuck fuckity FUCK FUCK. she has no time to fix her face up for you, or change out of her 2 day old t shirt. atleast you can’t smell her through the screen. she clicks on the small camera icon in left corner of the screen, and puts on an awkward smile.
“hi. there you are.” you smile, kicking your feet.
“hi sweet cherry. fuck. i’ve come to your videos so much nothing gets me so worked up. fuck. sorry.”
you giggle a bit and her face visibly becomes 3 shades redder. looks like she’s got some sort of filter on.
“it’s okay. thank you so much, your support means the world to me. do you have any personal requests while you’ve got me? clocks counting down.” you pucker your lips.
the time on the right corner of the screen is counting down 4:56…4:55…
vi’s eyes widen, and she gulps. finding it hard to think of anything to say. she was in complete shock. you’re looking at her. talking to her. you’re talking to her,,,oh fuck you’re talking to her.
“i-i’m- hmmm.” she stutters, picking at a hangnail. the clocks on 4:01 now and her heart seems to damn near be beating out of her chest.
“how about we play a quick game, okay? and next time, maybe you’ll have something thought of. maybe we’ll have more time…” your smile melts her heart. next time? GEE WILLIKERS!!! someone check this bitches pulse.
“okay.” she nods, barely present. still unsure if this is some sort of orgasm induced illusion.
“if you can guess the word i’m thinking of, i’ll take an extra special picture just for you. kay?”
you wink and she feels like the wind has been knocked out of her. she gives you a small nod, and it makes you laugh. she’s so cute and pathetic.
3:48…3:47
“okay. it’s a type of flower.” you lick your sugar ridden lips, putting the entire sucker in your mouth then pulling it out slowly.
vi’s about to piss herself. or is that come? man these boxers are gonna need a deep clean.
“is it a rose? a tulip?”
you shake your head, taunting smirk on your face. “try again, cutie.”
oh she’s so gonna ride a pillow with your picture on it tonight. might even get the picture all wet with her slick, imagine her sweet pussy on your perfectly plump lips. wait what was the question?
“ummm lillies? dandelions? sunflowers?”
you shake your head, sticking your tongue out and directly swiping it over the fading words. eat me do you know how bad she wants to?
“hint, please?” she looks at you with sad eyes. feels like she’s being edged or something. pussy growing wetter by the minute FUCK 2:49…2:48
“cmon, you’re smart. use that big brain of yours.” you follow with a taunting laugh. she’s too fucking horny for this, and you look so good. she wonders how you feel. your skin. bet it’s warm and soft. bet you’d grip the sheets when nipped at your thighs. back arching-
“daises? did i say that already?”
you shake your head and look over at the small timer taking a bite out of the sucker, now it reads at me.
“lavender is a flower? right?”
you sit up on the bed, and she watches the way you widen your thighs. pretty little red bow right above your pussy. you arch your back, ass in the air, chewing on the candy. “close.”
the money she’d spend to have one night with you. ass up face buried in your silky red sheets. cock buried so deep in your pussy it’s kissing your stomach. WHAT WAS THE QUESTION AGAIN?
“aww your time is up.” you pout. there’s five seconds. vi’s drooling, all over herself. like actually. she wipes her mouth, slow blinking, taking mental pictures.
“the word was violet, silly! see you next stream.”
fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck
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renonv · 2 months ago
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Tumblr user renonv has nothing good to present, so I leave you guys w this
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ch0mpch0mp · 10 months ago
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homestuck chats that hit me like a fucking brick
!! -SPOILERS- !!
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shit my pants while tears rolled down my face.
this is so tragic. and the clutch homestuck has on me too 😓
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daclium · 7 months ago
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an-artistic-failure · 20 days ago
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My last final is on wed but I need to be done with school NOW my brain is NOT FUNCTIONING I literally can’t study let me be done for gods sake I can’t handle any more of this executive dysfunctioning nonsense
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o-cinnamonstickz · 8 months ago
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I have no idea if this has been done yet, but here:
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They hate each other, but kiss each other’s boo-boos. You know. The ones they inflict on one another-
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xsublimelimex · 2 months ago
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All characters are 21+
Mommy’s Messy Little Girls
“Higher mommy! Higher!!!” My little princess shouts as I push her on the swings I have set up in our backyard. I laugh and push faster. “You would go higher if you helped mommy by swinging your legs in and out!” I told her. “Nooo too much work!” She shouts back giggling. I throw my head back and laugh.
The cool wind is hitting her beautiful face making her cheeks and nose a rosy red color. She’s wearing a light pink Sherpa coat with black leggings. Her hair is in pig tails and she looks so adorable. “Stop mommy I wan slide!” She shouts and wiggles in her swing. I slow her down and she jumps off before it completely stops. I grab her arm before she can run away and she turns to me and stomps her leg impatiently.
“Hey! Are you crazy little girl you could have hurt yourself!” I tell her sternly while cupping her cold face. “I sorry mommy,” she says with a sheepish look on her face. I nod satisfied and squish her cheeks and press a kiss against her cold lips. “Good girl, you only have 10 more minutes and the it’s inside time because it’s getting way too cold.” She nods with her face still in between my hands and I finally let go and she races away to the slide.
I watch her waddle away, her full diaper preventing her from closing her legs fully so her run is so adorable. I laugh and sit on the porch and watch her run back and forth playing.
I hear a knock at the front door. “Honey someone’s at the door, I’ll be just a second okay?” I shout. “Otay mommy!!” She shouts back.
I leave the back door open so I can hear if she calls for me.
I pull the front door open and it’s our close friend Jess. “Oh hellos this is a nice surprise!” I say as we hug close. Her blonde hair smells like vanilla as it brushes my face. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you and little Sophie so I thought I’d stop by. I hope I’m not intruding!!” Her brows furrowed and her kind brown eyes widened in worry as we pull back. “Of course not Sophie is going to be ecstatic!”
We walk back outside, “guess who is here!” I shout to my little Princess. She looks over from the top of the slide and screams in excitement. She slides down way to fast and runs toward her Jess. “Auntie Jess!!!!!” She screeches as she hugs Jess hard. Jess laughs and kisses Sophie on both cheeks. “Hello honey I’ve missed you.” I smile at them, “lets get inside and warmed up, I’ll make hot coco and we can watch a movie.” Sophie squeals and walks inside pulling her coat off and kicking her shoes off to the floor. “Sophie!” I say in a hard voice.
She looks over and smiles sheepishly before walking back over and putting her shoes on the rack and her coat on the hanger. “Good girl. Jess why don’t you both head to the living room and I’ll bring those hot chocolates.” Sophie grabs Jess’s hand before I can even finish and drags her to the living room to play Barbie’s no doubt. “Okay looks like that’s what we’re doing!” Jess laughs as she gets dragged.
🍼🍼🍼🍼
I walk into the living room with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and a warm baby bottle of chocolate milk under my arm. I walk in to find them on the floor forgotten Barbie laying all around them while Sophie’s favorite movie tangled is playing on the tv.
My princess is sitting crisscrossed apple sauce staring up at the tv with her thumb in her mouth. They both look over when I walk in and Sophie claps her hands in excitement bouncing up and down on her soaked diaper. “Yay chocy milk!!”
I hand Jess her mug and set mine on the coffee table. “Let’s sit on the couch and relax a little?” Jess nods, “sounds perfect! My dat has been absolutely shit at work so I’d love to just relax.” She gasps and covers her mouth, “ohmygod im so sorry.”
Sophie laughs, “auntie said a bad word mommy!!”
“I know sweetie but she’s allowed to since she’s an adult but you can’t say bad words why?” I ask her pointedly. “Cuz I’m jus a baby!” She says. “Yes you are, you’re mommy’s stinky little princess.” She turns into a tomato and we all laugh.
I turn the overhead lights off but keep the lamps on to create more of an ambience.
Jess and I settle on the couch and we pat our laps. Sophie crawls over from her spot on the floor and climbs on the couch. She lays her head on the pillow in my lap and her piss filled diapered butt in Jess’s lap.
Jess rests her hand on her diapered butt and sips from her drink as she watches the movie.
“Chocy milk pwease.” Sophie says in a quiet voice finally coming down from all her excitement. She yawns just as I bring the teat to her lips. She opens and slips it inside suckling softly. I hold it for a few seconds but she takes it from me and hold it between her sweater paws as she watches.
I brush her soft wavy hair from her face and rub her back as I sip away at my drink.
Soon she finishes and hands me her bottle. She whines and turns over toward us her face now pressed against my tits. “Milkies pwease mama.” She cries.
“Oh Sweet Girl of course don’t cry I know you’re sleepy but don’t forget you need to bathe first. So just a little bit of milkies.” She nods and nuzzles my chest looking for my nipple.
I start to try and pull my top off but I’m struggling because I decided to wear my cute sweater instead of the one that I know is easily assessable for breastfeeding. “Here let me help you.” Jess reaches over and helps me pull my sweater off and she unclasps the back of my bra for me. It slips off and my breasts hang free. Sophie opens her mouth and attempts to snag my swinging tit into her mouth as I move around.
I quickly settle back but Sophie is so tired she doesn’t even lift her head to try to get my nipple again.
I go to push my nipple into her mouth but Jess brushes my hand away. “Let me please.” She says in a breathy voice obviously very turned on. She grabs my right tit and squeezes my nipple a bit so milk leaks on her fingers. I gasp “oh fuck.”
She squirts some milk into Sophie’s mouth who gulps it up and attempts to take my nipple in her mouth again. Jess lifts my tit and drops my nipple right into Sophie’s mouth. She quickly latches on and moans suckling hard. Jess moves her hand away and moans as she sucks off my breastmilk from her fingers while looking me right in the eyes.
Shit that was hot.
She settles back against the couch and runs her hands up and down Sophie’s legs. I look down at my sweet girl and her eyes are closed as she suckles. I brush fingers through her hair and she sighs in happiness. “Such a good girl for mama.” I tell her tenderly.
“Your nipples changed.” Jess says suddenly, I look up and she’s staring at my left nipple that’s leaking milk. I look at her in confusion so she continues “sorry that was so random but I just noticed how… big they look now?” She says slowly scooting closer to me. “And your milk has definitely came in much more since the last time I was here it’s a lot creamier?” She says in awe her eyes not leaving Sophie’s lips that are suckling much more softly now.
I brush my left nipple and pinch it more milk leaking out. “I’m suprised you noticed, but yes. My nipples are now accustomed to Sophie’s constant suckling so that combined with the breast pump I used in the first few months they’ve gotten much bigger and thicker to help her drink. And the milk honestly depends on my diet which I’ve gotten down perfectly so far so it helps it with the taste but the creamy factor, I’m not really sure I’ve looked online if the pills I took to help increase my prolactin levels had anything to do with it but it didn’t say.” Jess hums and licks her lips. “Well it tastes really good.”
“Would you… would you like to try some? I mean right from the source that is? I don’t pump anymore so suckling would be the only way.” I ask her quietly not wanting to disturb my beautiful girl from her drinking. Jess looks shocked but slowly nods, “are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.” She says in a small voice, she sounds so young in that moment I just know she’s at the edge of her little space.
“Come here sweetie, rest your head softly against Sophie’s belly.” She does as I say and just lays there looking up at me. Her mouth is slightly open and drool is leaking out all over her chin. Her hands are curled up against her chest in a ball as she waits.
I rub some of her drool around and press my finger down on her tongue forcing her mouth open wider. She makes an ahh noise as if she’s at the dentist. I pull my finger away and pick up my heavy breast and drop my fat leaking nipple right into her warm drooling mouth. She slobbers all over my nipple in an attempt to figure out the best way to suckle. I let her take time.
“Sweetie relax I’m not gonna take it away you have time to figure it out just start slow.” She whines but listens. She starts to take small little suck’s off my milk and slowly finds a rhythm. Soon I have two beautiful little girls suckling away at my nipples simultaneously.
“Gorgeous gorgeous girls. Look at my two daughters suckling on their mamas big fat nipples. Such good girls.” I coo and brush my hands on there heads as they suckle. They moan and suck harder and fuck does it feel amazing having two little girls suckling on their mommy’s tits.
Sophie slows down and let’s out a small toot. “Oof stinky baby! Does my sweet baby need to make poopies?” I question even though I know the answer. She pops off my nipple, “yesh mama I need to make big poo poo.”
Before I can reply, Jess let’s out a loud fart. “Oh no, does baby Jess need to go poopies as well?” Jess turns into a tomato and nods not saying a word. Sweet girl has gone completely nonverbal. “That’s okay I’ll get you into a diaper in no time. And then mommy will clean up both her daughters dirty little butts.” I slip my finger into both their mouths popping them off my nipples. They whine and try to latch back on.
“No girls, mommy has to get jess into a diaper like Sophie’s before she makes a mess of her leggings.” I tell them sternly. “Now up you both go, and lay on your backs in the floor for me.” They listen without a word, but before Jess can lay down she clutches her tummy and cries. “Oh hun what’s wrong?” Before she can tell me she lets out a loud wet fart and all I hear are gushes and gushes of poop spilling out of her little asshole right into her panties and leggings.
She looks at me with wide eyes tears streaming down her face as she keeps pushing. Her forehead creasing as she squeezes harder. “Mama mama” she cries.
Oh baby. I bring her down to the floor and she cries against my chest on her knees still pushing. “It’s okay honey, finish your poopies and mommy will clean you right up it’s okay sweetheart there’s no need to cry.” She nods against my chest and I look over at Sophie who is in her own world playing with her Barbie’s laying on her tummy. Her diaper so full it’s leaking out onto her white leggings and of course she’s completely oblivious without a care in the world. She’s so freaking cute.
With Jess still against my chest crying I decide to wait a few moments before getting up to get their changes. I push my nipple against her lips and she opens suckling hard and fast right away using me as a pacifier to comfort her. “Shhh honey it’s okay it’s okay. Just drink mommy’s milkies.” She hums in content as I rub her back.
I bring my hand down to her butt to see just how full it’s gotten and boy did she make a stinker. I squeeze her butt and I hear her poop squish against her as I do.
“Such a good little girl making such a big stinky mess, just like Sophie’s. Both of my stinky poppy daughters are perfect.” Sophie looks up at me and smiles before turning back to her dolls. I look down at Jess and her eyes are closed as she slowly sucks.
To be continued.
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year ago
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Bakugou has never cared much about whether or not his partner is experienced, or less experienced. Never had much of a kink or fetish when it came down to how much sexual experience someone had, but—there’s just something about you. You with your unsure lip biting and lowered eyes, your twisting hands and nervous little chuckles.
“I don’t really know how to kiss,” you share with him, a secret, a whisper passed from your hovering mouth to his own. It’s been an odd some amount of dates you two have been on by now, and this time you went back to his apartment afterwards. You sit on your knees beside him on his too big couch, his legs facing you, arm around your waist, yours around his shoulders.
“Really?” Bakugou asks, doesn’t mean to sound as teasing as he does, as breathless. But, he’s surprised more than anything—you, as sinfully seductive as you are, don’t know how to kiss someone? He leans back to take you all in, a tiny little smile lilting the corners of his mouth.
“No, not really,” you murmur, running a hand through the hair on his nape, eyes bouncing all over his face, yet avoiding his eyes. “Will you teach me?” You ask, and who is Bakugou if not a weak man?
So he shows you the proper way to kiss somebody, a hands on demonstration. He pulls you in real close, guides your head to tilt to the right, purse your lips like this, run your tongue over his like that. Now suck on it, let out all the pretty sounds if it feels good, kiss him just like that. And before you know it, you’re a pro.
The next time you see him, you ask him the proper way to give someone a hickey. I don’t wanna give you a blood clot, you had laughed, sitting on his lap this time. And Bakugou, ever the great teacher that he is, shows you how. Demonstrating on your neck, your collarbone, your tummy, your inner thigh, the curve of your ass. You don’t give him nearly as many hickeys as he gives you, but the big purpled one sitting over his pulse point, he wears proudly until it fades. And after that, he’s asking for another, and another.
And after a few months into your relationship, do things finally start getting real hot and heavy. He sits at the island in his place, tired, arms folded, back leaning against the island and his head lolled over on his shoulders. He’s surprised when you sink to your knees in front of him, all doe eyed and incubus smile, hands resting on his thighs.
“Can you show me how?” You don’t even have to specify what you’re talking about, but you eye the way his cock already jumps to attention under his shorts. If this were anyone else, he’d bat them away and tell them that he didn’t feel like playing teacher. But with you—he’d gladly show you any and everything your heart has ever yearned to know.
“Breathe through your nose, baby.” He instructs you, hand gathering your hair in his fists. Your mouth stretches wide around his cock, eyes watering, but you push through it all. He tells you to wrap your lips around your teeth, to swallow whenever his tip brushes the back of your throat. Shows you how to stroke whatever you can’t reach, rub his balls in your palm whenever he starts getting close.
He doesn’t have to teach you how to swallow.
When you ride Bakugou for the first time, you don’t even have to ask for instructions. Just give him that look, all pouty and pitiful, hands on his chest as you grind against his cock resting against your lower belly. Barely any words are spoken as he guides you, lifts your hips, teases his tip against your hole, stomach fluttering in anticipation.
After that, you feel like a pro when it comes to doing anything with Bakugou. But, he doesn’t mind playing teacher whenever you need a little bit of guidance.
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girlsdads · 3 months ago
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It looks like daniel is peeing
em!!! you put this in my brain and i promptly had a crisis, so of course i had to give Max that same crisis, and somehow this became 1.3k 🫡
cw: (consensual?) voyeurism, romanticized peeing
Practice gets red-flagged early on. Max doesn’t see who is in the barrier as he slowly passes, just knows it isn’t Daniel. He’d been assured of that down his radio almost instantly, though he hadn’t asked. He thinks it must be team protocol to tell him this, that it’s not his teammate in the totaled car. Still, Max flushes bone-deep, feeling too exposed, too obvious. Feeling like they know, everyone must know, his brain turns to goop around Daniel and he never catches himself in time.
He trails Daniel to his driver’s room anyway, knowing how it looks. Daniel grins over his shoulder at Max, starts skipping ahead, makes Max chase him. Warmth blooms in Max’s belly. He may be always following behind Daniel, but Daniel is always looking back.
Daniel shrugs his race suit off his shoulders, lets it hang open around his trim waist. The humidity has stamped dark patches on his white fireproofs where he’s started to sweat through. Max closes the door behind himself and stands there awkwardly, trying to think of something to say that will make Daniel laugh, trying not to make direct eye contact with Daniel’s sweaty armpits, lest he shove Daniel against the wall and stick his nose there.
What happens instead is much, much worse.
Daniel is making a beeline to the bathroom, thumbs hooking into the elastic over his flat pelvis. Max’s vision tunnels, the air in the room seeming to close in around him with a swoosh.
“What are you doing?” He hears himself ask, stupidly.
It’s obvious what Daniel is doing. He’s shimmying his hips side to side as he nears the toilet, wiggling the Nomex down. He’s left the door wide open. He stops and smiles at Max, blinding. “Gotta drain the snake, as they say.”
Who is saying this other than you, Max wants to shoot back, knows he should match Daniel’s cheeky tone, rib him a little then leave the fucking room like a normal person. He hears the wet pop of his own bottom lip dropping open, feels the weight of the words against his larynx, but is struck completely dumb watching Daniel pull out his flushed, soft cock.
Max has of course seen Daniel’s dick before, it would probably be more weird if he hadn’t, like he was purposely trying not to. But the handful of other times have only been glimpses in his periphery, nothing like this. Like this, close range and staring openly because Daniel knows Max is there and still he didn’t close the door, Max can see everything.
The double-stacked waistband of his briefs and fireproofs is tucked up snug under his balls. Max can see where the dark, stubbly hairs are starting to grow back, on his sac and around the base of his cock. Daniel has joked before, about manscaping, but to see the evidence of it like this is dizzying. Max wants to go to his knees and pull each ingrown hair free with his teeth.
Daniel holds himself loosely in his left hand, the ruddiness of his shaft clearly visible through the gaps between knucklebones. The head is peeking out past the circle of his index finger and thumb, fat and flushed a little darker than the rest of him. Even soft, his cock looks heavy and full. Max’s mouth floods with saliva and he sucks it back with his cheeks pinched in, hoping Daniel won’t hear the wet slurp.
His skin feels hot. He’s stuck like an ant under a magnifying glass in the sun, his insides incinerating as he watches an arc of piss flow from the gorgeous tip of Daniel’s cock, noisily splashing into the bowl.
Daniel groans, his chin bobbing down toward his chest like someone cut the string that was holding his head upright. Piss hisses out of him, harder now, like he’s pushing it. It is so loud and the walls are thin—anyone lingering nearby must be able to hear, to know. Max wishes he could put up a forcefield, shelter them both inside where only Max can hear the sounds Daniel’s body makes.
It is all over so quickly. The stream trickles to a stop and then Daniel is shaking off the last little dribbles before he’s tucking himself away. Max feels a pang in his chest like grief—he hadn’t finished mentally cataloguing every angle of this moment, needs the image 3D printed into his brain so he can remember forever. Daniel will probably never speak to him again after this, will certainly not let Max anywhere near his bare cock once he turns and sees—Max is hard.
Daniel is shrugging back into the shoulders of his race suit and Max is standing there tenting his own, mortifyingly obvious. Max braces for whatever awkward joke Daniel will try to make to mask his disgust, as he faces Max finally.
He watches Daniel notice. He watches his eyes go slightly bigger and rounder, watches his jaw tick like he’s going to drop it. His gaze feels like a physical weight. Max’s dick throbs once, twice. There is no way Daniel cannot see.
Daniel says nothing, in the end. He smiles at Max, easy as anything, as if Max isn’t a complete freak of nature with a boner from watching his teammate take a piss. He even claps Max on the shoulder as he passes on his way out the door, doesn’t seem to catch how Max sways, knees wobbly, under his touch.
And then Max is alone in Daniel’s driver’s room. Alone and hard and—fuck, a realization burns through him—Daniel didn’t flush.
Max lurches forward before he can stop himself. His foot catches on some part of the floor and he stumbles, nearly going to his knees right there in front of the toilet.
It should be mostly clear, with how they are supposed to be staying hydrated, but apparently Daniel is not doing a very good job. Max has to steady himself with one hand on the wall as he stares down into the bowl, dazed. The water is tinged an unmistakable yellow. It hits Max viscerally, that Daniel has bodily functions and that he did one of those right in front of Max, was comfortable enough to not care if he saw. It’s unbearably intimate in a way that Max can’t think too hard about or he’ll forget how to drive his car, probably. He thinks, wildly, that he wishes he could live inside Daniel’s body, surrounded by all the microscopic things that make him him. He wants to kiss every single one of Daniel’s cells and thank them for keeping him alive.
Even more wildly—he wants to massage his bladder from the inside, tell it he’s sorry it had to get so full, that Daniel should never have to hold it for too long, that he could always if he cannot wait tell Max to go to his knees, and Max would, anywhere, tip his head back and open up for everything Daniel has to give—
Max rips his layers off, feeling frenzied. Elastic stretches around his thighs as he squats lower, his cock now leaking bare over the bowl full of Daniel’s pee. He had foregone underwear earlier, the crotch of his fireproofs now absolutely soaked through with precome. It will be cold and sticky around his cock and balls when he gets back in the car, he will have to drive again and feel it and he will think about Daniel and his dehydrated piss and the sound he made when he let go—
Max comes, shaking, aiming his cock so that it splatters into the bowl, milky white swirling with yellow. Max and Daniel together, like it should be always.
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a-sweet-desperate-softie · 10 months ago
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The moment when you realize the you’ve crossed the threshold. When the short, manageable waves of desperation become non-stop. When you finally reach the point where your body takes over: You don’t get to ignore it anymore… you’re going to pee, whether you want to or not… it’s just a matter of time.
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foldingfittedsheets · 11 months ago
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Wyvern the puppy was having a grand time on the couch until he managed to catch his own reflection. There was one terrified “boof” then he ran away and put himself to bed.
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mommywilliamsblogss · 2 months ago
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I would always treat you so special baby .. I know baby would love mommy to always touch your diapers and feed you .. And mommy would always tell you interesting bedtime stories..
Mommy is always going to help you change your diapers and clean you up anytime you want and mommy is always going to sing you your nursery baby and mommy is always going to tell you a bedtime story baby
Just always ask momma anything, momma is here to answer you baby..dont keep anything from mommy and make mommy your one and only
Ich werde dich immer ganz besonders behandeln, Baby. Ich weiß, das Baby würde es lieben, wenn Mama immer deine Windeln anfasst und dich füttert. Und Mama würde dir vor dem Schlafengehen immer interessante Geschichten erzählen.
Mama wird dir immer beim Windelwechseln und Saubermachen helfen, wann immer du willst, und Mama wird dir immer dein Kinderzimmer vorsingen, Baby, und Mama wird dir immer eine Gutenachtgeschichte erzählen, Baby
Frag Mama einfach immer alles, Mama ist hier, um dir zu antworten, Baby. Verheimliche Mama nichts und mach Mama zu deiner Ein und Alles
Reblog my post so it can reach others you’re the best baby ever don’t be shy 🙈 baby👶🏻😂❤️
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lukecastellanshandholder · 3 months ago
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An actual picture of me reading Wottg and seeing the words “urine”, “pee” or “peed” for the hundredth time in the span of 10 chapters:
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queddadraw · 1 month ago
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are you a wizard ? your art look like magic to me :O can I ask for a drawing of the engineer where he smiles ? >///> please ? but only if you want to ofcourse, but figured I would ask. have a nice day :3 and keep up drawing in general it looks amazing!
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🔧 you got it boss 🫡
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omodance · 3 months ago
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My partner woke up to go to work and I had to listen to their bladder, full after sips of water before a solid sleep, emptied itself in a strong stream in the room next to where I am standing with my legs crossed 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i’d be lying if I said my peehole didn’t quiver at the sound of relief
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