#Piss CW

[prettyboykatsuki]

you know what we haven’t talked about in a while? piss. which lads men have piss kinks and why is it caleb?

ANON ? SDKJGHJFDKS

i cant imagine them with explicit piss kinks with the exception of xavier . i think caleb is less into piss and more into cooing at you fondly when you hysterically yell that you're going to piss yourself if he keeps fucking you. like he'd walk you / carrying you the toliet and just tell you to go. i also think he is being a bit sincere in him doing that but thats another can of worms

[pricegouge]

Sorry, not PriceNik daughter swap, but may I offer: PriceNik x Reader where you've been dating both of them for a while and you open up to them about having a piss kink, because what's better than one bear and a piss kink? two bears and a piss kink hands

temp omg... i totally forgot i had this ask i'm SO SORRY for sitting on it for so long, it got very buried.

anyway.

cw: f!reader. under/non negotiated piss kink. omorashi. barest, barest hint of age play but it's more about shame than anything (john cups reader's cunt to help her 'hold it' and then it's never brought up again, i just don't want anyone to get blindsided by it.) degradation. alcohol/intox. dacryphilia. some after care

you should've known what they were up to when they kept you plied all evening - wine with dinner, sugary mixed drinks after. water between each round. gotta stay hydrated. they'd kept you wedged in the booth between them, heavy hands keeping you pinned in place when you start to wiggle in your seat. nik's eyes glint in the low light when you try to excuse yourself, but you write it off as a general playfulness when he refuses to move just so he can swat your ass when you have to crawl over him, tiny skirt riding threateningly high on thighs because he's got his legs spread wide, forcing you to straddle him briefly.

he continues to be an ass on the drive home, the first night in the entire time you've known him that he can't manage to get across town in under ten minutes. panic mounts as the drive stretches on, the futile kegels you've resorted to almost seeming to do more harm than good. you don't realize how obvious you're being until john's hand is on your knee.

"break the seal, did ya?" he asks, strong fingers digging into the meat of your quad, callouses catching on the mesh of your stockings.

thoughts smudgy and blurred as the streetlamps that amble by the window, you still don't catch on. "i guess," you demure, face heating beyond the effects of your mounting desperation. "how much longer until we're home?"

"about another ten," nikolai supplies, and you can feel the weight of his eyes on you in the rearview mirror, have to drop his gaze when he continues, "do not make a mess on my seat."

the leather squeaks when you sink slightly into it (or maybe that's you.) "can we stop somewhere?"

john answers for him, "of course, sweetheart." he leans over the center console to turn the heat down, and the sudden loss of the fan which had heretofore been blasting you full in the face makes you shiver, which only makes your pathetic rocking more obvious. he chuckles as he sits back, broad palm finding its way back to you. this time it settles much higher, and you gulp in fright when your incessant moving forces you to grind down against him briefly. he shushes you when you freeze up, cups your cunt more assertively, a child holding their crotch when they're approaching the point of no return. "none of that now - just trying to help."

"stop, that's -."

nik's voice is low enough to be mistaken for the general din of wheels on gravel, but even still you know better than to talk over him when he interjects. "this place should have one."

'this place' is a seedy gas station on a seedier corner. you frown, trying to map out the route he must've taken and come up short. maybe you're more drunk than you'd realized?

he says he'll take you and, considering how they've dressed you tonight, you can't help but be grateful. he's the perfect gentleman right up until he's not - opening the busted door to the filthy bathroom for you and then slipping in after. he just shrugs when you squawk at him. "have to piss, too."

at least he's nice enough to help you hover, laughing as you totter on your heels until blunt fingers wrap above your elbow, helping to steady you. "careful of your pretty dress, milaya," he teases, free hand collecting your skirt and hiking it up, up, up.

"nik," you whine, no real heat. hard to muster amidst your relief, pressure easing by the second.

"quit crying. nothing i've not seen before." you're not sure what to say to that, so you say nothing. keep saying nothing even when you're done, when he keeps your dress pulled high and out of your way so you can wipe.

he talks plenty, after. sends you lurching toward the sink with another pat on your ass before he unzips, the praise he pays your legs in those heels morphing into something you don't understand, russian spilling from his lips as he leans forward, one broad hand planted on the wall. it trails off in a groan, nearly as loud in the cramped space as the echo of his heavy stream.

it's a sound that haunts you after, back in the car. makes you squirm for reasons you don't fully want to look at. it's just the sound of running water, you figure, your mind fixating on it because you know it's a bad idea, will only make you need to pee again.

but if that were true, why aren't you haunted by the sound of the tap after, the wash of hot water over your hands?

---

they rush you to the couch after guiding your through the door. same routine, different circumstances. you hesitate, knowing what they'd want, thinking maybe you should take some preventative measures and -

nik rolls his eyes, impatient. "already made one special stop for you tonight. now, be good."

being good means finding your pillow, kneeling at their feet as they lounge across the sofa, sharing a cigar. john's got one leg propped over nik's, his cock hard and straining in his slacks from yours and nik's combined efforts. he groans when nik finally releases his fly, and you do too, combined relief and satisfaction. though he groans with you when nik pulls you close to nose at his root, lets you get settled and nestled before telling you you're only allowed to warm him for now.

"don't want to waste this while he's otherwise occupied," the bigger man explains while holding the cigar to john's lips, and you try to focus on the movement of the ember between them instead of the new wave of pressure building in your lower abdomen.

they're slow about it. savoring. john's taken to drinking the smoke from nik's mouth when you finally pull off, his whine nearly drowning out your voice when you ask if you can be excused for a minute.

nik looks furious, an unmapped correlation for john's own state, his fog of pleasure lifting briefly as he asks you what's wrong.

"i just need to..."

"sloppy drunk," nik accuses. his shoe finds its way between your knees, knocks the one closest to him wider. as if daring you to argue. "like you said, broke the seal."

if you were expecting sympathy from john, you're sadly disappointed. he just chuckles, tips his head back onto nik's bicep again. "in a minute, sweetheart."

"but -."

"enough," nik snaps, big hand wrapping around your neck to pull you back onto john's cock. you can feel the wet wrap of the cigar at your nape, spit warm and tacky. "you can have your little bathroom break when you've earned it. make him cum."

permission and a goal, you're insatiable, head bobbing on john's cock too fast, too quick, but john doesn't seem to mind. his stomach twitches, breaths panting into nik's mouth before he adjusts, palm splaying over your crown to steady you. but you don't want to be steadied, tongue working where he prevents your lips from reaching. you hear him gasp, voice tight where it echoes in nik's mouth, "oh, fuck -!"

and then nik's fist wraps around his root, hard, and you both groan in frustration, the crash after the build letting your return to your own body long enough you remember your own state, the pressure now having built enough you can feel it in your back, even. you let john's cock fall from your lips with a pop, your hand falling to your lap where you're not quite desperate enough to hold yourself. "nik, please, can i -?"

"no. hands on his thighs."

john's just as displeased. "mate, please. i want -."

"shh. i said hands on his thighs. that's it. now, make it good this time."

you don't make it good. you don't think so, at least. concentration isn't really in the cards for you like this, whole body shuddering each time your rock forward and compress your tummy. john's loud though, deep grunts at least covering the sound of the slow, quiet trickle you can't quite stem. it's humiliating, but you're gone enough on the drink and the space, and the safety of john's thighs that you don't think to question it. not really. not enough to crawl away, hide your shame.

not when nik notices, knocks your knee impossibly wider and tilts john's head your way, blunt fingers wrapped around the other's jaw. bone white cage hiding the nest of his beard. it's where your gaze levels off, unable to meet their gaze when nik starts to rumble, "look at our girl, hm? so desperate to please you she'll stay right here. pissing on the fucking floor like a dog just cause she's gagging for a taste. give it to her."

you think you might be crying. hard to tell, just one more leak you've sprung. add it to the mess. you get your confirmation when your breath hitches and john's cock, lodged deep as you can manage, twitches with it.

"now, john."

it's a struggle to keep breathing when he cums. dominates all your faculties. you release with him, with nik's steady voice blanketing over you both. there, doesn't that feel better? he plays dirty, grinds the toe of his shoe up into your clit just to watch you twitch and shake, hear your breath hitch again and again.

you should get up, run away on coltish legs. but you feel wrung out, look like it too, what with the puddle around your knees. john notices your shaking first - or at least he's the first to care about it. he rubs soothing circles between your shoulder blades as he tries to collect himself, voice a low rumble you can't quite decipher, though you think you hear something about an accident. it makes you turn your face into his thigh, try to hide your embarrassed tears in the meat there.

nik's less understanding. you feel him fold over john's leg, peering down the length of your back to the mess you've left on the floor. you're on the defense before he can even say anything, curling in on yourself even as john fights back, lazy hands regaining their strength just enough to tilt your head up, make you meet his gaze.

"now, now, sweetheart. we're not mad, but you've made quite the mess, haven't you?"

you nod, already scrambling for the linen closet. you can feel their eyes on you as you stumble away, off kilter on the heels nik never let you take off and you try not to think about the damp scrape between your thighs.

when you return, they're back to kissing, john's hands working the stiff outline of nik's cock through his slacks. you try to ignore them, hope that they're too absorbed in each other to pay you much mind as you debase yourself further, mopping up your own mess. it's hard not to listen to the sounds of them, though, deep grunts and heavy breaths, clothes creaking under strong grips. they never handle you this way, can only get rough with each other. know how much you adore watching it, too.

it seems impossible that you could somehow be wetter, but when next you rock backwards onto your heels, you can feel it: a growing slickness and a familiar ache building, low and subtle. it's confusing, only serves to upset you more, considering how disgusted you should be with your situation, but then nik's got his head tilted back while john's working his cock, the cord of his neck flexing as his groan slips off into russian, rounds off enough to briefly pass for english, just long enough to pant a few words in john's ear, a perverse inverse of when he -

you should have known what they were up to when they'd kept you plied with drinks all night. when nik had stolen half the water he'd brought you right back. yours had been an accident, but there's no mistaking this - john's ministrations keeping the stream aimed at you, near as he can get, at least. it doesn't quite make it, falls just shy, by your knees. close enough you can feel the splash of it, though, startlingly hot against the bare skin of your thigh.

almost as hot as the fresh tears on your face, embarrassment, shame and confusion knotting within your belly until nik's finally sated, panting as if he's run a mile as the stream stems off, dribbling weakly on the floor in front of him before john gives him one last tug and flicks any remainder away. if hits you on the cheek, one last insult that finally gets their attention when it pulls a weak sob from you, and then they're on you in an instant, john pulling you up onto the couch between them while nik splays wide, lets you fall against him so he can murmur apologies into your scalp. john's got his hands all over you, as if checking for bruises - the way he does sometimes when he's been too rough with nik. he won't find anything worse than the tenderness of your knees and the ache in your ankles, you know, but it's nice anyway. at least, if you can forget how filthy his hands are.

not like you're not in any better shape, but they don't seem to mind. get you splayed out over nik's lap, tell you to ignore his still-hard cock. john's heat disappears soon after, one whiskery kiss pressed to your shoulder before he takes over cleaning you up with deft fingers and a wet rag. you hear his knees pop when he crouches to the ground after and takes over where you left off, cleaning nik's mess without complaint.

"were we too mean, milaya?"

he whispers it like it's private - a question just for you, though you know john's eager to hear your answer, too. "maybe," you hedge, the low simmer of shame building back up in your belly now that you're being forced to talk about it all.

"was john, wasn't it? he fuck your mouth too hard?"

you can hear john swat his shin with a wet rag and nik's chest quakes with a chuckle beneath you. it's just disarming enough to reel you back from the spiral of your thoughts, fish on their line as always. "not sure i liked it," you start, and then remember the way your cunt clenched around nothing when you'd finally let go, the dirty grind of nik's toe into your engorged clit. "well. maybe."

"won't be as mean next time," nik proposes, and now it's your turn to swat him, feather light on his bicep.

"next time is presumptuous," you scold, and he looses an exaggerated groan, head thumping against the back of the couch.

"but you're so cute when you get squirming," he pouts, and you're about to tell him he could be the one squirming next time if he wants to make it up to you, but john chooses right then to be done, sticky fingers wrapping around nik's flagging cock, so close you can feel his hairy knuckles against your vulva while his other wraps around to press on your tummy, a sudden and effective reminder of just how much they made you drink tonight.

"don't know why we're talking about next time when we're not even done here."

[loustat-lover]

Tagged by @armandmollloy for the "last lines" meme

So here are the last unedited lines I wrote for one of my Wips. (CW for piss 🫣)

(Context: Daniel has an old man momment in Dubai and wets the bed. Armand as Fake!Rashid gets caught shoving his face in the soiled sheets.)

Rashid pulls his legs together, very clearly pressing his dick between his thighs, he sets the palm of his hand over his laps and his hips press forward, a stifled moan breaks from his lips, “I was going to try to suck it off the sheets, I wanted your piss in my mouth.”

Daniel feels himself twitch in his fresh underwear. A thought strikes him, but first, “Rashid. Do you want me to close the bedroom door?”

The boy nods, eager and wide eyed.

Daniel feels dirty, but that too is a part of aging. “Do you want to leave before I close the bedroom door?”

Rashid looks confused for a second, than shakes his head no. It’s not clear verbal consent, but Daniel has vauge memories of being the twenty-something year old chasing after older men and he knows that asking for what you want out loud is the hardest part, so he doesn’t press it. Instead he closes the door and walks deliberately towards the boy. Gets in his face and then grabs a fistful of his hair, “You’re a little pervert, aren’t you?”

Um, tagging @homoautoerotic, @vanillabeanmachine, and @mad-scientist-enthusiast and anyone in the DM server that wants to be tagged, lol. 🫡

[kongkhoi]

i think. and this is just me .but i think you and rin are chilling on the couch one day. and you get up to take a leak and he can hear it faintly from the living room and he gets weirdly flustered about it

[foreseers-flower]

everyone piss posting and no one talking about bachira whose king of wanting to get pissed on is truly insane

[carnivorousyandeere]

I swear to god this blog just keeps awakening things within me 😭😭😭 the thought of Penny and Gia controlling their darling's bladder....... omg i need it

Hehehe 😇

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: piss, dom/sub dynamics, medical roleplay, piss desperation, omorashi, humiliation, degradation, alcohol

It kinda ties in with Penny’s medical background, insisting that you need to drink more water and piss in a cup while she watches to “check up on your health.” Of course, if you get all shy or turned on, that sends a thrill down her spine too 🤭

And Giuliana’s just kinda mean tbh 😭

She likes making you drink a bunch of water (probably alcohol sometimes too if you’re comfortable with it), and making you hold it. You can whine and squirm as much as you want, begging her to just let you use the toilet, but she only smiles wider and teases you for being so easily brought to the verge of tears. Definitely the type to make you drink a few more sips every time you complain, press on your stomach to make you squirm more, and deny you the bathroom until you have an accident… but you still pissed without her permission, so now she’s gotta punish you, right~? Gia takes a lot of pleasure in pretending to be disgusted with you and forcing your face into your own mess like you’re a dog that’s peed on the carpet.

[eveweak]

squirt enjoyers being mean to piss kink havers... bitch that's your sister!

[prettyboykatsuki]

give yourself up, my treat | h. sakura

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader (referred to as girlfriend, descriptions of makeup and nails), implied to be shorter than sakura, omorashi, piss!!!! / wetting, humiliation, lots of crying / embarrassment, praise kink, somewhat public, femdom, depictions of subspace, d/s dynamics, like... soft loving sex as aftercare but this is honestly pure kink lol sorry, 18+

✮ wc ; 4.6k (i dont want to talk about it man)

✮ a/n ; this is piss kink. like. full stop. full stop omorashi. im warning you now that this is piss kink to the highest extent. srry sakura . finally let him top and it was after making him piss himself. rip

also!! while sakura is describing how shameful he feels he is doing this all very willingly. they have a safeword but sakura does not feel any need to use it.

✮ synopsis ; sakura lets you push his limits any way you please.

Sakura listens to everything you say. Like some kind of moron.  

Can’t help himself really, as much as it irritates him to admit. 

That’s always just been his instinct. Any time he finds himself in unfamiliar waters, he leans into that as much as possible. He’s survived a long time by trusting his intuition and a longstanding distrust of other people. It speaks a lot to someone's character usually if Sakura is even mildly inclined to trust them.  

He isn’t sure if it’s his intuition that drives him to follow your order without question, but it’s a strong enough pull he finds he can’t help himself even when he so, so badly wants to resist it.  

It’s not Sakura’s fault. It’s not really yours either.  That’s just how you’ve always been. How its always been. 

(Once, well before you and Sakura were a thing - Nirei had made an observation about you. Called you disarming. Suo laughed and agreed before adding that it felt a little misleading to describe you that way even if it was true. 

 You had just moved into the area after a disciplinary case in your hometown. You’d beat up another student who was bullying your friend, got expelled and moved out on your own after the fact. Cut ties with your family and everything.  

Despite the general air of mystery around you, there was  something about you that Sakura felt pulled him in. For some reason, you never triggered his fight or flight even when it was way easier to do it. For some reason you made him comfortable, always knowing his limits and rarely teasing him even for laughs.  

An undeniable magnetism to you appealed to him a lot more than it repulsed him. ) 

Over the years, Sakura has mulled a lot over your relationship. How you approached him at fifteen with a cool, carefree attitude that left him uselessly infatuated against his will. How you took your time in getting to know him for years. Later, how you confessed. Roped him into the relationship so seamlessly that by the time things happened for real, Sakura felt totally unnerved by how inevitable—how deliberate you were about it right from the start. Something that occurred to him too late.  

You’ve always been good at placating his many troubles too, even when you’re the cause of them. His lingering paranoia, his serious attitude, his inability to deal with compliments. You handle all of it with such grace it’s like those parts of him don’t even exist. Maybe it’s because you went through something similar to him, but you understand all of it well - though you dealt with it in the opposite way he does.  

Your carefree acceptance has proved to have a good influence on him. He’s less anxious and more relaxed around you. He always feels like listening to you, and always does - and after dating for four years, he’s rarely mad about it.  

Sakura always listens to everything you say because some part of him is conditioned too. His body does it instinctively, placing more trust in your words than he does in even himself. You’ve built that in him. 

As troublesome as you can be, you’ve yet to lead him astray.

Embarrassing as it is, a long relationship has instilled a sense of obedience  to you and his… love for you that runs deeper even than his intuition.  

That’s why, when you tell Sakura to— 

“Drink,”  

—he does it without hesitation.  

He drinks another cup of tea in one gulp before wiping the corner of his lip as you smile at him very briefly.  

He no longer feels a clear sense of how much time has passed, despite the fact he’s currently very sober.  

Cramped against the wall, Sakura’s head spins as you lean your weight against his other side and chat with Umemiya over drinks. An airy smile on your lips and gentle look in your eye. Damn you.  

His chest heaves as the thick, warm air enters his lungs and stifles his already difficult breathing further. Dim lights overhead cast shadow underneath the table and only barely illuminate the topside well enough to see the remnants of a long night. Empty glasses, canisters of beer and shochu as well as a variety of small plates cleared of everything apart from stray crumbs littering its surface.  

Around him, his loved ones part into small groups and chat amongst each other. Sakura has no idea what the topic of conversation is anymore. He hasn’t heard anything other than the sound of your voice in his head for an hour and hasn’t spoken up for the last thirty minutes. When someone tries to call him into conversation, he mumbles something before you speak for him and no one bats an eye at this for which Sakura’s fucking grateful.  

It’s so hard to think of anything when his bladder feels this painfully full.  

His head is filled with white noise, red flush crawling even further along his neck until it dusts along his nose - up to the ends of his ears. Under the table, your fingers drift subtly to his inner thigh and push inward. Sakura winces, biting back a pathetic little whimper and glaring at you weakly from the corner of his eyes.  

This is torture.  

You aimlessly draw something in his thigh with your fingers before smiling gently as you nudge another cup of lukewarm tea his way. Leaning in while your conversation partners are all distracted by ordering something else, you whisper into his ear. The light warmth of your breath makes him shake, painful pressure in his abdomen steadily increases as the liquid starts to travel down his throat. Your hand is careful as it slides underneath his black t-shirt and lightly grazes his skin. It’s dark enough to not be obvious. The dull ends of your manicured nails scratch lightly at the soft, lower swell of his belly before the pads of your fingers push hard into his core.  

His body gives into the pressure, eyes widening with fear at the sudden sensation. He barely stifles a gasp before shooting you another mean look you easily ignore.  

“Haruka,” You hand him his cup again, filled to the very brim with liquid. “Drink some more tea,”  

He grits his teeth. 

“Fucksake. I can’t—I can’t.”  

You raise an eyebrow as your hand smooth down his thighs. Your lips quirk up into a smile so smug it nearly rocks him out of his anger.  

“Is that right?”  

A test. He’s always welcome to give up. He knows that. He knows that if he does you won’t hold it against him either. You want him to do it because he wanted too, always. He hates that about you.  

Sakura grinds his teeth and takes a hold of the ceramic tea cup, knocking the lukewarm tea back in one go. Your expression morphs into something pleased and endeared from the corner of his eyes and his heart starts to flutter. He isn’t sure if he’s thankful or not for all the people around, for the environment.  

It gives you free reign to lean even further into him and whisper the words he’s been desperately aching to hear all evening.  

“Good boy,” You hum, careful and deliberate. A innocent kiss gets placed on his cheek, the lipgloss dampening his skin. “You’re being so, so strong.”  

The words him melt him unwittingly. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, the rush of affection threads through his nerves and unwinds his sense of danger further. Enough that he might slip completely. He has to hold it until the clock hits midnight. Just until then. You’ll take a cab home and Sakura will relieve himself finally, finally. It’s seventeen more minutes until he can go home and empty his bladder. He can’t screw up now.  

This is the first time you’ve made Sakura hold in public. You’ve always been considerate enough to do it at home where the safety net of your mutual understanding and familiar bathroom are there even if he fails to keep it in. Even if he pissed himself in your living room or in your bedroom - it can be dry cleaned or tossed. Most of all there’s no one to explain it too.  

In public it’s different. He could pretend that he’s  drunk and while it wouldn’t be less fucking embarrassing  - at least it’s understandable. Sakura is sure that’s part of the reason you chose a place like this do to attempt such a public play. To give him the out, just in case.  

But regardless, the shame and humiliation of not being able to hold it in front of everyone he knows is a threat. It’s just so goddamn embarrassing. So horrible and awful. The anxiety makes his stomach churn but he can’t focus on a damn thing else.  

He has to go. He has too.  

He always whines about how much he hates this but you both know he doesn’t entirely mean it. It’s not that he likes this miserable sensation, as much as he likes how you get off on it. How sadistic it turns his unusually kind and light-hearted girlfriend.  

 You’ve always relished in Sakura’s shame like the freak you are. Pure pleasure on your face and absolute adoration as you watched Sakura break apart slowly and guide him through it with hushed whispers. Watching  the light color of his jeans or joggers stain dark from wetness or watch him be jostle around enough to almost piss but not enough to give him actual relief.  Teasing him until he trickles and makes his own boxers damp enough to be uncomfortable—to be cognizant  of the fact he’s pissed himself helplessly while not being able to take care of it on his own. Not without your explicit permission. 

You’ve done all sorts of play together. Usually, you have and indoor date and movie night where Sakura knocks back a few liters over of water over long few hours and gets increasingly desperate. And you get him hard during that, always sure to tease him until he’s just on the edge of wetting himself.  

You always shower together afterwards. Yet, you don’t hesitate to touch Sakura’s soft, piss soaked cock with reverence either way. Quick to praise him, whether or not he’s failed or succeeded in holding it. Despite how shameful the whole thing is and how much he protested it at the start  - some part of him deep, deep down can admit he sort of likes it. Or at least, he likes the pleasure he gets from you when you take the reigns.  

It feels good, though he really resents even kind of admitting that. The relief from holding and holding and holding and then finally getting to let go is just as good every time. Pissing himself always feels good in the moment.  

And you’re always so aroused by him after. He likes that way more than everything else being frank. Likes the way you get wet over his humiliation. Likes how softly you stroke and lick his cock when he’s all cleaned up, eyes lidded and full of pure love as he gets to cum too  - another reward for holding in so well. He loves the warm whispers of good boy against his neck and shoulders when you finally sink down on his length and the way you feel when he holds you in his lap and buries his face into your shoulder.  

All of that feels so much better when he does what he’s told and he likes listening to you. So even though it’s usually against his best interest in conditions like these - he bites his tongue and continues to drink until he feels like he’s sating your appetite, silently ignoring the ballooning in his bladder only getting worse with each pass of breath.  

And he drinks, and drinks, and drinks until the clock hits midnight.  

You’re deliberately brutal in the last seventeen minutes. In that time, you make Sakura down at least another half liter of liquid and continue to tease him all the way until the izakaya closes. He’s antsy by the time the night ends. His friends slowly disperse outside and go home in different directions until it’s just the two of you waiting for a taxi to come pick you up.  

Sakura is counting the fucking seconds.  

He needs to go,  but he doesn’t want to piss himself in the taxi. His legs are crossed, shifting his weight anxiously as you hold his hand and smile plainly like nothing in the world is going on. 

Another two minutes until the cab arrives, another twelve to go home. You hum to yourself as you reach your hand up and caress the back of his neck,  palm brushing the trimmed hair and sliding slowly over his rapid pulse and flush skin. With no one around, you don’t bother hiding your intentions. You slide your hand just into the waistband of his black jeans, just above his soft cock.  

His brows raise high as your eyes lock.  

And then you push at that angle - push hard enough he feels a slight trickle. Not enough to stain his light-wash jeans, but enough that the fabric of his underwear is noticeably damp. Sweat forms at his temple from a mix of stress and shame - eyes screwed closed as he curses. He’s afraid to look at you but does anyway.  

You’re smiling just as warmly as he thought you’d be. His voice cracks under the weight.  

He thinks this is the hardest it’s ever been. The pressure is so much stronger when there’s stakes and Sakura is mildly horrified. And he has to go so bad, so bad he can’t think of anything else.  

“Fucking—,” He crumbles, feeling shameful and red faced and lightheaded as he admits this to you with trembling lips and terrified eyes. “Dunno if I can make it home, I need to - “  

You stand in front of him and push up slightly to kiss him. It’s a nice distraction. Your soft, sweet lips salve his nerves just a touch. You gaze up at him lovingly.  

“It’s okay baby, promise. Home soon.”  

The words of protest die on his lips. Despite being taller than you, Sakura finds himself feeling so incredibly small. So incredibly helpless and so, so dependent on you in that moment he hardly knows what to do with himself. It usually takes him longer to get like this. You’re the only that can bat for him if he really does wet himself. He’s doing everything you say, being obedient, chasing after the familiar high of the aftermath and it’s sinking him so deep into that headspace. He feels suspended in air.  

He grips your hands a little tighter and you smile at him. His brows furrow.  

“Wanna hold me a little baby? On the way home.”  

He nods feeling as tender as ever and you nod back, kissing his temple.  

“Mm. Good boy. It’s okay.”  

He hides a whimper into your hair as he hugs you from behind, a light laugh leaving your lips when he does. Two minutes feels like two hours.  

The taxi pulls up not long after. You open the doors for him and talk to the driver, giving him your address. Something plays on the radio that gets turned up to give you and Sakura some room as the driver makes way. It’s a short, short drive over to your apartment. Just seven minutes.  

As soon as the driver steps on the gas, Sakura turns his gaze on you pleadingly. And you smile at him, shifting to lay a little against his chest. He buries his face against your shoulder in measured breaths as your other hand comes up to play with his hair.  

“You’re extra whiny today,” You whisper without any malice. A doting edge to your words. “Can’t help it can you? We’re almost home, baby.”  

Sakura bites back another whimper, mustering as much sense into his speech as he can though he hardly wants to talk. Hardly wants to think, either.  

“So close, Haruka. Just a little more and then you can go.” You nudge him with your nose “Such a good boy.”  

“So full,” The words come out hot, on a heavy breath as his hand grips your waist tighter. “Can’t—no more,”  

“Shh,” You soothe. The shared affection between you looks like normal PDA through the reflection in the drivers mirror and it makes him feel even more self-conscious. “Three more minutes, Haru. A minute or two to walk in. Two minutes in the elevator, and another two to get the door unlocked. Nine minutes. You’ve held it for so long. I know you can hold it in a little longer.”  

He grits his teeth and closes his eyes. “Tell me I’m good.”  

“So good baby.” You nuzzle against the crown of his head. “So, so good.”  

The next few minutes feel like a complete blur.  

One more light until the driver pulls into the parking lot of your complex, politely wishing you goodnight before pulling away. Sakura nearly has to lean on you as you walk into the empty elevator and take the trip upstairs. His grip on your hand is tight as you lead him through the corridor, grips even tighter as you fish your keys out from your purse and unlock the door.  

The sound of the lock undoing makes Sakura feel so relieved. You usher him in carefully, his thighs tight and knees nearly buckling from the pressure of his bladder. He’s so full it’s painful, so full it aches and it’s so much he can’t think about anything except that and how much he wants to be free from it. He's delirious and sweaty. He just needs to go so badly.

He tries to rush to the bathroom but jostling around while he walks doesn't work out well.

A looming sense of panic sets in immediately.. He knows what's coming instinctively - the uncontrollable relaxation on his muscles when his body has reached his limit. He looks up at you pleadingly, though he’s not sure what he’s even asking you for.

He can’t think.  Barely moving as something starts to unfold inside of him, crashing into him all at once.

It’s obvious that he’d start to feel the urge to piss when he's comfortable at hom, finally in his own space but— 

He shakes his head, looking at you with blown out eyes.

“I can’t,” He hiccups as he shuffles closer and closer to the living room, teary at his lashline Trying his best to get to the bathroom and failing. “Can’t make it to the—fuck, please, I can’t. It’s.—It’s gonna, I’m gonna  -“  

Your eyes widen in understanding as you crouch just at the entrance alongside him, petting his back.  

“Oh sweetheart,” Your voice is the softest, sweetest sound he’s heard all night. “Poor thing. Shh, it’s okay baby. Let go. It’s alright, I promise. You did so good.”  

Something in him...breaks. Shatters.

His eyes go wide before they blur with tears and piss leaks from between his legs unwittingly. 

Sakura is reduced down to sobbing. His whole body shudders so hard, he’s knees buckling under the weight as the pressure finally stops. He can’t help but listen, even though he’s so, so ashamed of himself.  

Fuck. Fuck, it feels so good.  

Sakura finally, finally lets go. He crumbles under his own weight, shrinking down to his knees as he feels it soak through the layers in a hot rush between his legs. His clothes dampen and drench as he lets out long breaths. You card your fingers through his hair as he sobs through the endless stream. It feels like it’s never going to stop. He can’t open his eyes to look but he can feel the puddle forming underneath him, how it soaks into his jeans and shoes and makes them wet. How ashamed and humiliated he feels being completely unable to stop himself from wetting himself. It flows and flows and flows, testament to just how much he had to drink.  

The entirety of his pant leg is soaked with his own piss and mess. Embarrassment makes him curl up as he’s unable to stop once he starts. It goes on for so long. But it feels so good to let it out. The sheer sense of relief is more of what’s making him sob than anything else.  

Piss trickles down his legs as he heaves through deep breaths and short sobs. He feels your hands cup his face as you bend in a squat, unconcerned with the way it splashes against your shoes or tights. When he finally gets his vision back as you swipe his tears away, you’re looking at him with such reverence he wants to cry all over again.  

“You did so good baby,” You praise, warming him. You kiss him on the lips first before brushing against the crown of his head. “So good. You’re so perfect. Let’s get you cleaned up, hm? Give you you your reward.” 

He sniffles as he stares at you. “You’re such a damn pervert.”  

You laugh a little. “Mm, that’s true. Sorry, baby.”  

__  

Clean-up is always less of a hassle then he expects it to be.  

Maybe because you have a routine for it now, but it doesn’t take very long at all. You do most of the heavy lifting during it which only worsens the feeling helplessness Sakura has been experiencing for the last few hours. He doesn’t make any effort to get away or out from that headspace, though it dies down with time. The promise of a reward has been the only thing keeping him level for hours now and he’d be damned to let it all go to waste after he worked so hard.  

After a long, warm shower and change of clothes  - Sakura finally gets what he wants more than anything.  

Affection and attention.  

In the safety of your bedroom, Sakura feels particularly floaty as he holds you in your lap. Lazy and worn out, he nuzzles himself against your neck as he feels your naked torso squish against his. He’s too embarrassed to tell you verbally like this that he loves you and hopes the nuzzling does the job for him. 

Your nails feel good on his scalp as you card them again through his wet hair. Your skin smells nice too, and you’re soft and warm. The mellow thump of your heartbeat soothes him as you shower him in endless praise. It’s usually impossible for you to do this. Only when he’s bone tired like this do you get the chance.  

Too embarrassing to let you do it unless he’s worked hard for it like he did today.  

Sakura feels his length slide against your pussy and lets out a soft noise. You’re always so wet during this kind of play. It makes him feel wanted in a way he finds cringeworthy and doesn’t dare voice. Still, he doesn’t mind the feeling - aimlessly sliding his hips up and against your slick folds with a huff.  

You do him the favor of moving. Copying the gesture by sliding yourself up and against his cock without penetration. His fingers tighten on your hips, cock painfully sensitive as he whimpers. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, weepy and spent and red as he humps against you even harder - lost in the sensation.  

“Wanna cum like this Haruka? Don’t need to ask permission.”  

“Nghh.”  

He nods wordlessly as you grind yourself down harder onto him. His tip passes over your clit enough times to make you sigh pleasantly, and that sound drives him over the edge. Thick ropes of white cum spills against your soft pussy as Sakura moans and shudders  violently. Despite how close you are, he can’t help but feel like it’s not close enough.  

Maybe you sense it, because you do him the favor of sliding yourself onto his half hard cock without so much as another word. It’s still not enough for him, but it sates him better than before at least. He wraps his arms around you hard and squeezes tight. Just for a little while.  

He scowls a little as he looks up at you, sobering up enough to form a sentence after spending some time hugging you. “Have you cum yet?”  

“Don’t worry about it, baby.”  

“Shut up,” He replies with no bite and a scowl. Another flush crawls across his face. “I can make you feel good too.”  

You raise your eyebrow. 

“Sounds like you’re declaring war not trying to give me an orgasm. I’m glad I made you feel good though,” You add cheekily. He flusters immediately, instinctively getting aggressive but not wanting to shove you off of him even as you break out into a fit of laughter.  

“Fuck off. I d-don’t feel good doing that weird shit with you. I only do it because - “ 

You interject. “Because you love me? That’s a better reason to you? How sweet Haru.”  

He frowns deeply.  

“Be quiet, you—don’t put words in my mouth, damn it.”  

“Pfft, okay. I’m sorry. I hope I’m not pushing you too much.”  

He huffs a little, pouting as he goes back to pressing his cheek to your skin. His voice is a touch softer than it was before.  

“I don’t do things for bullshit reasons. Stupid.”  

“I’m glad, then. Even so, you had a tough time today hm? So I’ll let you fuck me as much as you like. Just do whatever you feel like.”  

“I wanna…return to the favor or whatever.” He says after thinking on it. “Just… wanna make you feel good too. Like….” His voice goes small “…You make me feel. Or whatever.”  

You smile at him. He can feel it, not see it. He’s avoiding looking at your face since he’s sure you’re all goofy and loveydovey.  

“The floor is all yours. No rush though okay? I like spoiling you and we’ve got all night.”  

Sakura scowls, casting his gaze down at the bedroom floor. “….I love you.”  

You smile and press another kiss to his head. He feels so content he wants to die. Your reply comes easily anyway.  

“I love you too, Haruka.”  

[pricegouge]

Just had a memory return to me and I wanted to share. I once read a fanfic where you were jerking off in the bathroom cause it’s the only place you can get any privacy, sitting on the toilet, your stepbrother banging on the door asking what the fuck is taking so long (cause he has to piss), you telling him to leave you alone, before he bursts in (cause you forgot to lock it) and sees what you’re doing, orders you to spread your legs so he can piss, but then he aims it up at your pussy and splashes you. Then he has you give him head while you keep touching yourself until you both cum. ANYWAYS. That and stepbro!Soap 🙂‍↕️ I can see it so clearly.

-🦷

🫠 this is how you kill gouge by the way. you and 🗡️ anon, is2g 🙄

the toilet is a desperate move, the shower too much of a hassle when you've already bathed once today (and fucked yourself there too, but that's beside the point) and you don't want to bother drying it all off just so you can sit on it's uncomfortable ledge and fight with the curtain. but desperation is desperation, and you've the at least the benefit of a quick fuck if nothing else, fingers flying over your swollen clit as you pant through clenched teeth, eyebrows scrunched as you try to concentrate on the elusive image you've conjured, let the smut playing behind your eyelids drown out the cold sterility of the bathroom.

you're almost there when the first knock rings, climax falling to pieces as your fucking step brother's voice carries through the door, asking if you'll be done soon.

"no!" you snap, and huff just as loudly as he does when he storms off.

the next interruption comes quicker, no time to rebuild your pleasure.

"i said piss off!"

"ah'm tryin'!" he counters, and you'd laugh at that one if you weren't already so agitated.

maybe that's what grinds his gears so much, the lack of attention, or reaction. you shriek when the door swings open, too scandalized to much besides clamp your legs shut, hand caught between them. johnny takes one look over you, sees the way your shirt is rucked up to your chin with your tits spilling over the cups of your bra, and rolls his eyes, slamming the door shut behind him.

he knocks your feet apart with his own, keeps you in place on the seat with a hand on your shoulder despite your squawking and flailing. "jes' need tae pish, quit yer yammerin'," he warns, and you freeze when the stream comes on strong, a hard jet aimed perfectly between your legs.

he wasn't lying, he really needed to pee.

it can't go on for more than a minute, but it feels like an eternity, long enough to have you squirming.

"dinnae move, bonnie," he warns, stream climbing closer to your cunt. "aim's no' so good."

"don't you dare," you snarl, and then yelp when the first hot splash of piss kisses your lips. too shocked to move, you keep your hand there uselessly, keep yourself spread so the steady steam beats against your swollen clit. shame builds when you shudder reflexively, johnny's responding laugh making the steam jump, catching in your curls. you'll kill him when this is done, you think, just as soon as you remember how to move.

except, then he is done, and you still haven't moved, watching helplessly as his cock swells, thick and angry, pink head glistening and wet as it rises to meet you.

"well, bonnie? jes' gonnae let me leak all o'er ye, then? clean me up, stupid thing. lemme see that fockin' tongue."

[ravengards-rogue]

s-since you brought it up..

do you think halsin would prefer if you pissed on him in a dom way or in a sense that he makes you piss against your will

or is he just down for it all because that would not surprise me either

i think he's down for it all just because he's such a freak

on one hand the concept of you physically marking him like scent marking in the way a lot of wolves do probably gets him so hard he can't think lmao. something about him being a druid and his whole deal with that - i think that specifically makes him a little weak in the knees and he likes a little aggression imo... a smidge. he's well behaved when he's submissive though fs

then on the other side - i do think he likes the fact he makes you do something so humiliating unintentionally. like you tell him you're going to make a mess and he's like yeah? that right my heart? you shouldn't be ashamed of that and now he's whispering tender little praises to you while it runs down your leg as he's fucking you against a tree

[carnivorousyandeere]

Kinktober Day 3: Piss

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

kinkly.com describes various aspects or forms of piss kink, including but not limited to:

Watersports (generally considered any activity where one person pees on another)

Omorashi (clothes-wetting)

Desperation (the feeling of needing to pee, or watching someone else squirm because they need to pee)

Drinking Piss

Bathroom Control (one person telling another when they’re allowed to pee, in what ways, in what places, and sometimes even how much pee they’re allowed to expel)

Flooding the Cave (one person peeing inside another person, vaginally or anally)

Desperation/Bladder Control:

Being Controlled/Desperate: Mika, Thorn, Felicity, Cyrus, Moth, Tasha, Minnow

Controlling their Darling: Penelope, Gia, Ace, Sonika, Lottie, Kaylee, Darcy, Lenore

Either Way: Dew

Watersports/Golden Showers:

Receiving: Mika, Moth, Tasha, Hailey

Giving: Felicity, Cryptid, Mateo, Varsha

Either Way: Thorn, Dante, Cyrus, Ace, Dew

Omorashi/Wetting:

Wants to Wet Themself: Mika, Thorn, Felicity, Mateo, Cyrus, Moth, Tasha, Dew, Minnow

Wants to Watch Darling Wet Themself: Penelope, Ace, Sonika, Genesis, Lottie, Reed, Mina, Kaylee, Darcy, Lenore

Flooding the Cave:

Receiving: Mika, Hana, Moth, Tasha, Memphis, Dew, Minnow, Hailey

Giving: Cryptid, Genesis, Reed

Either Way: Thorn, Cyrus, Ace

Drinking:

Drinks Darling’s Piss: Mika, Saturnia, Cryptid, Moth, Clay

Wants Darling to Drink Their Piss: Minnow

Either Way: Thorn, Cyrus, Ace, Reed

Honorable Mentions:

Candy, who would have a thing for being desperate and wetting themself if xe were a flesh and blood human and not a porcelain recreation of a human

[dignitywhatdignity]

Another dispatch from the lands of "Only have kids if you're really sure you want them."

Did a 5k yesterday. Officially it was a walk, but I ran enough to finish in 51 minutes, which was far beyond what I was expecting. Go me!

Husband is doing a half marathon tomorrow, so I went out for drinks while he went to bed early.

I've got some incontinence, thanks to having two kids, but I realized I leak less on my period, so I wear menstrual cup when a pad just won't do. Say, when I'm walk/running a 5k.

Getting ready for bed that night, I had to poop so I removed the cup.

And there was blood inside.

If you aren't prepared for "surprise period not a big deal because pissing myself is more likely and/or worse"?

Don't bear children.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: SLIGHT dubcon piss kink, cockwarming, knotting

“C’mon, princess. You can take it.”

You let out a whine as your mate held you on his lap, his knot stuffed inside of you. “N-no, it’s gross…”

He chuckled as you pouted and squirmed, giving your cheek a soft lick with his large tongue. “I’m only marking what’s mine. It’ll all come out when the swelling goes down…”

A hand reached out to rub your clit, making your cunt squeeze around his cock. “B-but… I’m already so full…”

“You said you wanted me to use you as my little toy, didn’t you princess?”

“Yeah…”

You puffed out your chubby cheeks, and he couldn’t help but kiss them. “Listen, I won’t stuff you full. Just a little, alright?”

“J-just a little…”

He smiled, burying his face into your neck to concentrate. Soon, the warm feeling of his piss filling you up made your toes curl and your body shiver. It was a strange, yet not unpleasant sensation.

Soft purrs tumbled through his chest as he gently rubbed your belly, his sharp teeth nipping at your neck. “All mine… everyone will be able to tell you’ve been marked just by getting of whiff of my piss on you…”

He chuckled, his claw circling around the small bulge in your belly. “Well, in this case, in you…”

You stayed stuffed full of piss, being peppered in kisses and lightly bounced on his knot until it finally deflated.

It all gushed out of you at once, leaving you feeling relieved… yet empty. As he picked you up and carried you to the bath, you buried your face into his neck.

“Could… we try this again sometime? I feel all empty now…”

His hair stood up, his tail wagging furiously. “Of course… anything for you, love.”

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[prettyboykatsuki]

"getting fingered until you piss yourself feels arguably the same if not better then squirting . am i allowed to say that" <- something that drives isagi absolutely insane btw. whether he fucks you to this point or he's watched you make yourself cum like that........ he is SO fucking hard about this like SOOOOO painfully hard about the mess, his eyes narrowed and he's heavy breathing about it OUGGHHKJSDJKHKJ

SORA? WHY WOULD U SAY THIS UNPROVOKED I WILL PASS AWAY?

ohh,, oh admitting u want him to go there with you and him immediately getting so aggressive. like so much more impatient as he bites and licks and pulls your clothes off haphazard. barely gets you out of your pants - just barely gets them off your legs. he plays with your clit first to get you worked up enough that you can cum with just fingers before he does it,, puts a little pressure on your lower belly with his free hand...he doesnt tell you to cum just mumbles over and over to let go. ACK

[somewhereincairparavel]

credits to @aroaceleovaldez for generously revealing the font name i had so much fun w this (the fonts called 'centaur')

[pricegouge]

cw piss, dark petplay

I tend to think of Ghost with dark petplay because I think he’d be especially physically cruel

orchestrating situations just catch you doing something bad so he has an excuse to do it

a lesser one compared to other shit he does is leave you with no just but to piss on the floor or in the pots of his dying plants (which he’s sure to blame you for)

slipping you diuretics and ignoring your pleas to be let out as he’s busy you’ll just have to wait for his meeting to be over

only for him to emerge from his home office some hour+ later to you hiding behind the couch with sizable puddle of piss on the carpet

he’d already moved the plants out of reach and you had no access to the kitchen tile, poor thing😞

doesn’t stop him from dragging you by the scruff to shove your face in it

you want him to believe you’re a person so badly but you can’t even stop from pissing on his carpet likely a poorly trained pup?

His Captains gonna wonder about the stain and he’s going to have to explain to Price how badly trained his pup is next time he comes over

-🫀

(This so got away from me… enjoy)

You stain the carpet and he's not letting you out of the kennel next time, lets you whine all you want while he goes about his business, comes back to find you soaked in your own mess. Filthy thing, he's nice enough to give you a bath but not enough to use hot water. Keeps dunking you back under before you can catch your breath, saying he's gotta get it all out of your fur. Of course you cry the whole time, but that's okay. He's been watching some dog training videos, picked up a few tricks. Best thing to do for a dog who can't sit properly for a bath is to distract them, keep their mouths busy with a toy or a treat. And he knows just the thing.