#omo smut

[weirdo-slut-cunt]

the jetset life is turning me on

frank iero x fem!reader

You and Frank have been seeing each other for a little while now. After a particularly long show, the last one of the tour, he’s desperate to piss, not realizing how much water he had been drinking on stage. When you both get home, he heads straight for the bathroom. But you stop him — you have other plans for him…

word count: 1.5k

warnings/content: dom!reader x sub!frank, smut, piss, omo/omorashi, piss desperation, desperation wetting, straight sex, unprotected sex

a/n: this is my first smut and my first 'x reader' fic but if it sucks blame the professor who's class i wrote this in

It’s just about two in the morning when you both finally get home. Last show of the tour, and it happened to only be an hour away from the home you both share together. Thus, you got to go home right after the last show. You finally got to sleep in your own bed again, Frank by your side, holding each other close.

When you guys were driving home, it seemed like the drive would never end. From the venue until the driveway you felt like you were about to fall asleep at the wheel. But, of course, when you finally get in the house, a sudden burst of energy seems to hit you.

Frank had been complaining that he had to pee the entire ride. You offered to stop, but traffic was finally disappearing, and he didn’t want to risk getting stuck in another stand still line of cars. You could see him bouncing his leg the whole drive, unable to sit still from the desperation.

And you couldn’t lie, it was kind of a turn on.

When you finally get in the front door, he drops his bags behind you and kicks off his shows, moving to go around you and run to the bathroom. But, nearly involuntarily, you quickly reach out and grab his arm. He stops in his tracks and gives you a confused look.

“Babe, I really gotta go.” He gives a sort of pouty face.

“I know I know…” You tell him, unsure if you should contain your urges. But, ultimately, you pull him towards you. “Not yet.”

He tilts his head. “Not yet?”

“I think you can hold on a little longer…” You smile. “You’re a big boy, you can take it.”

“Y/N, I really don’t think I can.” He pleads, squeezing his legs together.

You walk closer to him, simultaneously pulling his arm closer to you. Before he can even register what’s happening, you grab his crotch, giving a light squeeze. You see his lip get sucked under his teeth and his breath hitching, unsure if it’s from desperation to pee or from the sweet sensation of his beautiful girlfriend touching him down there.

“What are you doing?” He asks, a cute sort of innocence and maybe even slight panic in his eyes.

“It’s just…” You bite your lip. “It’s kind of hot. Watching you squirm. So desperate for relief.”

“Oh…” His lips turn up to a smirk. “Well… I mean, I’m gonna piss myself in a minute, Y/N.”

“So?” You tell him.

“So?” He recites.

“Come on, Frank. You can hold it.” You say, seduction seeping from your lips.

You can see him starting to melt, his dick still in your hands starting to harden just a bit. You can feel your own lower region getting excited. Clenching your pussy, you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

He’s still mostly in his show clothes, only changing his shirt since it was dripping with sweat. It was a pretty form fitting t-shirt. His fingerless leather gloves are still covering his hands and his tight jeans are still around his hips and kegs.

“Please, just let me use the bathroom babe. We can do whatever you want after, just let me go.” He begs.

“Oh, Frank, honey,” You offer fake sympathy. “Absolutely not.”

You place your hand on his chest, slowly sliding it back down to his dick. When you give it a slight squeeze, you hear the faintest gasp and your hand feels a bit warm.

“Did you…” You smile, moving your gaze to his face. “Did you just pee?”

“Only a bit,” He admits with embarrassment. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”

“It’s okay,” You tell him. “You really have to go that bad?”

“I mean, I just pissed in my pants a little, I feel like that’s an obvious sign.”

“Okay…” You raise your eyebrows and smile. “Then go.”

He sighs with relief, about to turn around to go to the bathroom, but you stop him once again.

“Ah, I didn’t say you could go to the bathroom.”

“But–”

“I mean, if you have to go so bad, then just go.”

You squeeze his hand, knowing he’s trying so hard to contain himself. His own hand is now grabbing his dick tightly.

“Seriously, babe.” He squeezes his legs together. “I’m gonna–”

Then you see it in your peripheral vision, shifting your gaze downwards as soon as you notice.

His hand is off his pants. He’s fully going. Right in his jeans, he’s full force pissing. You can even hear a little hiss. You push his hair out of his eyes as you watch.

“That’s it, baby.” You console him.

His eyes are closed and his face has softened. You can see the relief across his face as he finally relieves himself. His crotch is fully soaked, and the piss is quickly trailing down his legs too. It’s spreading quickly all down and around his jeans. It’s even starting to drip on the ground.

You move your hand to his dick, feeling the wet jeans get wetter by the second and his dick start getting hard.

“Fuck…” He moans out. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Let it all go,” You tell him softly.

You can’t even believe he’s still going. He had been drinking so much water on stage to keep himself hydrated, and hasn’t pissed in hours. Now, he’s soaking his pants with pee. You feel your pussy getting wetter in your panties.

The stream finally slows. He lets out a deep sigh, his head falling forward.

“You’re evil.” He says.

“You loved it.” You assure him.

You hear a small chuckle from him. “Yeah, maybe I did.”

“Now, let’s get you out of these clothes.” You say, reaching down and unzipping his pants, pulling them down for him while he steps out of them. His dick is nearly fully hard now, and it only gets harder as you’re on your knees, trailing your tongue across the shaft.

You drag him to your shared bed, falling down on your back. He falls with you, kissing you hard. You pull away for a moment to take off your shirt, immediately returning to his lips. He unhooks your bra as you unbutton your pants.

“Your turn.” He said with heavy breaths.

“My turn for what?”

“Through your panties,” He said, lips still furiously on yours. “On my shirt.”

“Really?” You grin.

“If you have to go.” Frank smiles back.

You remove your lips slightly from his so you can relax. It’s hard to focus on doing anything down there other than rub something against it. But, with a deep breath, you let go.

You honestly didn’t even realize how much you really had to go until it really started coming out. It immediately flooded through your panties and started to soak Frank’s t-shirt.

His hands move to your tits, grabbing them roughly with his thumbs moving against your nipples. That feeling on top of the rush of pissing on top of him had you more turned on than you ever thought you could be.

As your stream slowed, Frank’s hands moved to your underwear and pulled them down forcefully. His dick was fully hard, even glistening with precum as you positioned yourself on top of it.

The wetness of your pussy from the piss and juices of desire combined, his dick slid in and out with ease. You gripped his hair as you rode him, pulling as you bounced.

“Fuck, Y/N, holy fuck.” He moaned, gripping the sheets around him.

His cock slid against the walls inside you, hitting the g-spot so perfectly. You weren’t one to cum quick, but after all that, you weren’t sure how many seconds you had before you’d start clenching.

His hips started to jerk upwards, which was the sign that he was going to cum soon, and both your breaths got quicker and heavier. Moans of pleasure were loud as they escaped both your mouths.

“Fuck me, ugh, fuck me.” You said as your orgasm was just about to hit.

“I’m gonna cum,” Frank breathed, even whimpering a little. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“So cum for me.” You say, digging your nails down his chest.

As he gave one loud moan, you could feel him finishing inside you. At the same time, you released your own orgasm, feeling the walls of your vagina clenching against his dick. You whipped your head back, your hair flipping with it as your moans got slower and deeper.

Frank moaned one last time as you picked yourself up off his dick that was glistening from your cunt. You stood as he laid, both of you still panting from the best sex you’ve ever had.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Frank moaned as he propped himself up on his elbows. “We should do that more often.”

[b1mbodoll]

puppy! jake pissing on your clit …

he gets soso worked up n cant bring himself to go to the bathroom so he just pulls out of your tight hole, all messy with a mix of his thick, sticky cum n your own juices 😵‍💫 paws at your thighs n digs his fingers into your skin when you start to squirm as his warm stream splashes on your sensitive clit

you try to fight him off but he growls n you just let him have his way with you, resisting the urge to close your legs because it’s too much n the pressure directly on your puffy clit hurts :( you’re whining n begging him to stop, but the the way you claw at at waist n try to bring him closer lets jake know that you like it

he sighs n moans cus it feels so good to let go n even starts to rut his cock between your folds, wetting your tummy n humping you like a needy puppy :(

can’t help himself n his sloppy thrusts result in his cock sliding deep into your pussy, his tip hitting your cervix and he’s still pissing, warmth flooding your insides n causing more globs of cum to gush out. you can’t even be angry with jakey cus he’s filling you up so well; grabs your legs n maneuvers them however he wants to reach even deeper, his tail even wags behind him n it’s almost cute :( he feels so fucking good n it’s all cus you’re such a perfect little bitch for him <3

[thus-spoke-lo]

Pretty Little Mess // Doflamingo Donquixote x afab!reader // NSFW/18+ Kinks: Piss kink + degradation/humiliation

CW: dubcon; afab!reader [no pronouns used]; alcohol use to drunkenness [reader + doffy]; cockwarming; piss kink [omorashi/bladder control]; unprotected vaginal intercourse; desperation; begging; degradation and humiliation; doflamingo is his own content warning™ WC: 2.3k // Fictober Masterlist

It started with a bottle of wine, as it often did with Doflamingo—he enticed you into his office, crooking his finger in a come-hither motion and running his tongue across his lips, watching you saunter across the room, looking for that telltale sway in your hips, the one that always ensured you got your way. He was bored, he groaned as he pulled you towards him, tired of paperwork and planning and long, rambling phone calls with unimportant government men who would never amount anything in their futile little lives; your god was no longer interested in trivial matters, and demanded distraction from his favorite disciple. He ran an ill-intentioned hand up the back of your thigh, pushing up your dress until he cupped your ass, and whispered hotly to get a bottle (or two, or three) of that wine you liked, the one that made you extra warm and sweet and pliable, the one that you’d tasted of the first time he’d kissed you and the first time he’d had you in his bed.

And after a glass (or two, or three) of that exquisite wine, he’d easily maneuvered you into his lap, spreading your willing legs open across his thighs and yanking your panties to the side, pulling his trousers down just enough to ease his hardening cock inside you. He directed you to sit still, to let him enjoy the warmth of your pretty little cunt for a while as he sipped his wine and pored over papers that all seemed to look the same after a while. You happily obliged, and grew warmer and warmer from the alcohol that he poured into your waiting mouth and from the hard pulse of his arousal deep inside you, closing your eyes and silently begging for him to ruin you as he toyed with you, slowly rocking himself into you deeper until you moaned for him, just the way he liked.

And now, here you sit, leaning back against his chest, tugging at his shirtsleeve and grinding yourself down onto him now and again, just enough to make him cluck his tongue and tap your cheek and tell you to calm yourself, that you’ll have what you desire soon enough. But you’re impatient, and you’re needy, and there’s something about the way the taps grow sharper and sting your flesh and his fingers start to wrap around your neck every time you disobey that makes it harder to control yourself, harder to resist just fucking yourself on his thick cock and taking the pleasure he denies you. It’s becoming especially hard to sit patiently, his shaft filling you to the hilt, his fingers roaming your body to squeeze and grope at you until you whine, with the sudden urgency that grows in your abdomen, your bladder growing full from too many glasses of that damned wine.

You try to carefully move yourself off him, pushing against his desk with shaky hands, already dreading the emptiness of not having him inside you; you need to escape, if only for a moment, just to run off and relieve yourself of this ache—even if it was pleasurable, in a perverse sort of way. As you start to lift yourself off him, Doflamingo’s thick arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back down onto his massive length and you stifle a yelp, the pressure of his forearm and the thrust of his cock almost enough to make you lose control.

“And just where do you think you’re going, pretty pet?” he murmurs, leaning down to run his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“I need”—the air is pushed out of you as he shifts and pulls your back flush against his chest again—“I just need to get up for a minute.”

“I don’t remember saying you could get up,” he coos condescendingly, lightly pinching your nipple through the thin fabric of your dress, his cock pulsing as you squeal. “You’ll stay right here until I say we’re through—and we’re far from through.”

“Please, just for a minute, I’ll be right back.” The ardent need to be fucked and cum on his cock and the painful need to empty your bladder are beginning to overlap, making your brain fill with static and your body twist and move of its own accord. “Please, I need to—need to go.”

“Oh?” You can hear a grin creeping across his lips as he utters the word, and it’s clear he has a very good idea of why it is you’re beginning to squirm so pathetically in his lap. “Go where, little pet? You seem awfully distressed.”

“Stop it, you know where.” You already regret the way the words come out of you, laced with the kind of snark that will have you strung up for a while later, but the maddening mix of arousal and fullness have all but erased your composure.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t. Where would you rather be than right here with my hands on you?” Doflamingo pushes his cock up into you sharply until knocks against your cervix, and you almost feel yourself burst from the pressure. “Tell me, brat.”

“I—I need to go to the bathroom.” Tears start to form at the corners of your eyes, frustration welling inside you. You hate that he made you say it, despite the fact that he already knows; you hate even more that the embarrassment that begins to settle in your bones makes your clit pulse and your aching legs tremble. He knows all too well just how to push you, the tone he needs to use to make your face flush and your body quiver with a burning feeling of shame, the kind that makes your needy cunt drip down his shaft.

“Is that so?” An ominous laugh leaves his lungs and echoes in the room, eclipsing your soft whines and wails of discomfort. Pressure and pleasure spike as he palms your abdomen, pressing over your bladder lightly, almost delicately—a gentleness you sense won’t last for long. “I just don’t know if I should let you—you’re so cute when you’re desperate like this.”

“Please just let me go,” you whimper, lips fixed in a pout as you start to sniffle. “I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”

“Well you’re going to have to, brat—I’m not done with you yet.”

He holds you against him with one steel-cabled arm, his forearm pressing into your ribcage, while his other moves between your legs, thick fingers dipping past the waistband of your panties and settling on your mound. He tugs at your swollen lips, hisses at how you flutter around his cock with every touch, and presses two fingers over your clit. Something unintelligible tumbles out of your open mouth and you heave against him, jolts of pleasure running through your limbs. You can almost feel the slick dribbling out of you and coating the base of his cock as he plays with you, working you quickly into a rapturous high that has you teetering on the edge of release.

“Please.” The word is hushed, barely audible, as you keen, still writhing helplessly against him. It’s almost impossible now to maintain any sense of calm, and a faint trickle flows out of you as your walls flutter around his thick shaft; the rest, you fear, isn’t far behind.

“Please? Please what?” Doflamingo mocks you cruelly, his movements quickening over your swollen bud. “You want to cum so badly, I thought I’d help my desperate little brat. Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this why you can’t stop fucking yourself on me like a whore—even when you’re about to piss yourself?”

You grasp at his arm, clawing at his skin, babbling something that sounds like “stop” through stuttering gasps, even though you don’t think you want him to—there’s no point anymore, and more than you need to empty your bladder, you need to cum. He bucks his hips into you as he urges you closer and closer to your peak, his cock pressing against the fullness of your bladder until it hurts, until your muscles start to tense and everything feels too much and you start to sob his name, a kind of hysterical prayer that your god will be merciful to you.

“Aw, don’t cry, little pet—you’re just too weak to control yourself, aren’t you?” The arm that holds you against him loosens and he slides his wide hand down, planting it firmly on your abdomen, and you feel liquid starting to dribble out of you, even as your body tightens and your climax nears—you’re just as weak as he says. “You’re so damned pathetic, it’s adorable.”

You’re seized by a rush of sensation so intense that your body jerks, saved from doubling over by the forearm pushing into your stomach, and your legs press down against his. The tensing and tightening in your muscles finally release and you shudder and spasm around his cock, hot tears flooding down your face as your climax overwhelms you and the last vestiges of self-control dissolve.

“I can’t—ca-an’t hold it,” you stammer through panting breaths as wave after wave of pleasure move through you.

You can barely hear him, everything muffled as though you’re underwater, but you can just make out refrains of then don’t and let go and come on, brat being hissed into your ear before he finally sighs and that goddamned cruel laugh manages to break through your haze and he taunts: “Do I have to do everything for you?”

Doflamingo presses down hard over your bladder, and your weakened body finally gives out; an embarrassed whimper passes your lips when the trickling starts, quickly devolving into a torrent as urine cascades out of you, soaking your panties and wetting his fingers that still rest on your pulsing clit. He keeps making circles over your tender bundle of nerves even as you wither in indignity in his lap, uncontrollable mewls and moans tumbling from you with every spasm that interrupts your stream, the overlapping orgasm stretching on almost painfully until you finally feel yourself empty completely.

A sharp “fuck” is the only thing you hear through the humiliating sound of your piss dripping onto the stone floor beneath you through your sodden panties, a puddle of shame pooling at his feet. Your eyes roll back and you slump against him, your every nerve firing, fighting for every quick and shallow breath you can pull from your lungs between anguished sobs. The sound of his perverse cackle rings in your ears as you lay against him, slack-jawed and pleasure-drunk, trying to ignore the impending feeling of regret that creeps up your spine.

“What a filthy little brat you are,” Doflamingo laughs, pulling his hand out of your piss-drenched panties and wiping his fingers on your dress. “Such a fucking mess.”

You start to form a half-hearted apology, but it’s cut short as the hand that had been wrapped around your waist raises to cover your mouth, pulling your head back against him. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and long, low groans reverberate in his chest. His moans are loud and wanton as he starts to rock up into you, his thrusts slow at first, then almost feverish; it’s like he’s possessed by something, a compulsion to ruin you when you’ve already managed to ruin yourself.

“You drenched your panties—and my pants—and my nice fucking chair,” he grunts, every other word punctuated by a sharp thrust, “all because you can’t control yourself.”

You plead for mercy against Doflamingo’s palm, but he doesn’t acknowledge you, only tightens his grip on your face, fingertips pressing into the softness of your tear-drenched cheeks. He slams into you over and over until your teeth clench and your eyes scrunch shut, until your lower half aches and your legs threaten to go numb, until your cries echo in the small room, almost eclipsed by the increasingly debauched sounds that leave his sinful lips. It’s not long until his hips shudder and he groans your name, his cock throbbing uncontrollably and pumping your sore cunt full of his spend. He fucks you through every last spasm, until it’s gushing out of you, until it’s leaking down his shaft and mixing with the wetness that already permeates your panties and his trousers.

He loosens his grip at last as he eases himself out of you, before picking you up and turning you around to face him, a few low chuckles escaping him in between ragged, gasping breaths. He engulfs you with a sudden, devastating kiss, his long tongue pushing past your lips and entangling with yours, and settles you on his soaked thighs again, some spots already cooling in the air of the room, the damp fabric sticking to your legs. His cock, coated in the sticky mix of your juices, lays against your belly, making a darkened wet spot on the front of your dress. He presses you to his chest and rubs your back as you sob, body flooded with a potent mix of lingering arousal and shame, of satisfaction and utter disgrace.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper between gasping sobs, begging for forgiveness from your god. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweet pet—you’re perfect.” His voice is soft, his touches gentle and warm, and he shushes while you hiccup and sniffle against his flushed skin. Doflamingo presses a kiss to the crown of your head, then hums contentedly; you listen to it rumble in his chest, mixing with the deep thuds of his heart. “My pretty little mess.”

[gremlintheslut]

Kinktober

Day 5 piss kink & mommy kink

Steven Adler

Masterlist

Summary: reader goes out drinking with her boyfriend and his band mates. By the time they get home their both drunk and do some pretty gross things in their drunken horniness.

Warning: omorashi (watersports, piss kink), mommy kink, mention of a spanking, oral (f receiving), drunk characters (that part is not written well)

We stumble through the door of our shared apartment. I close the door and he locks. I come up behind him while he's locking the door and wrap my arms around his waist. I go up on my toes so my mouth is next to his ear. "Can you be Mommy's good boy tonight baby?" I ask him wanting nothing more then to fuck him. "Yes mommy" Steven say letting me drag him to the bed.

I push him on the bed and climb on top of him. I grab his wrists and pin them next to his head. My lips connect with his. Soon he's whining and bucking his hips. He's trying to pull away from me and eventually I let him. "What happened to being a good boy huh?" I says staring him down. "I have to pee" Steven whines. "That's your problem behave" I say sternly. Tears fill his eyes but he nods his head obediently. I continue kissing him until the wetness between my legs can't be ignored anymore.

I pull away from him to take his pants off but his legs are crossed as tight as he can get them. "Uncross your legs" I says and his tears begin to fall. "Please" he says holding back a sob. "Please what?" I snap. "Please mommy" he whimpers. "No" I raise my voice slightly "what do you want?" "Let me eat you out please mommy? I don't wanna piss myself" he says a sob escaping his lips. I move my hands from the waist band of his pants to my own. He lets out a sigh of relief and stops sobbing but continues to cry quietly.

I take off my pants and underwear. I lay on my back and I don't need to tell him anything before his tongue is on my clit. He whimpers against me but continues to do as i want. His tongue swirls around my clit before he pulls away. "Fuck I'm sorry" he says sobbing again as he gets up from his spot on the bed and races to the bathroom door. I get up and grab him before he can get there. He keeps trying to push past me. "Please I'm sorry I'll take the punishment this hurts so bad!" He begs trying to push me out of the way.

I push him backwards causing him to fall. He loses control for a couple seconds leaving a very visible wet patch on his crotch. I open the bathroom door and twist the lock on the other side of the door before slamming it shut so he can't get into it.  "What's your plan now?" I ask him smiling. He now on all fours one hand gripping his crotch.

I push his shoulds so he's kneeling. I crouch down to his level and put my hand on his wrist. I try to pull his arm away and he's begging me to let him hold himself but actually trying to stop me. The second I get his hand away the flood gates open. "Mommy" he moans leaning onto me. I hold him as he has his accident. He's sitting his growing puddle for a full 2 minutes whimpering and moaning until he stops.

"I'm not gonna spank you for disobeying me" I say and he looks up at me his face filled with happiness. "You can sleep here tonight as your punishment" and just like that his face drains of a positive emotions and his eyes well with tears again. I kiss him on the cheek and get up to pick the bathroom door lock.

Words-700

Thanks for reading love ya💋-gremlin

[dilfwon]

okay but gamer!hee using you as his piss dump so he doesn’t have to get up and pause his game with his friends :(

anon your brain🤭

heeseung makes sure you cockwarm his dick while he plays his games, of course he won’t want to get up when he’s so close to victory, his friends wouldn’t like that either. so he lets his cock fill your mouth or pussy or ass with his piss, a sigh leaving his lips as he fills you up, using you as his personal piss dump, always ready to serve him :((

[transbiankitty]

Sorry for begging to keep you in bed for early morning cuddles even though you were so desperate to pee, it absolutely wasn't to hear you whimper and feel you squirm until hot piss covers our lower halves, just for you to get revenge by sitting on my face until my vocabulary is reduced to "yes mommy"

[oldmanffucker]

hilson piss fic is live 🫶🏼 2.8k words of maybe the hottest thing I’ve written yet.

love you so bad

[btheleaf]

A silly distraction from The Horrors of reality thank you @lis-muerta for dreaming up this plot bunny with me 1.7k words General Audiences No archive warnings apply Read it on AO3

The Chief's ex-husband

During her first few weeks on the job, officer Omo noticed a peculiar pattern involving Chief Beifong, the airbending master, and the avatar.

Typically, the chief would come in with Korra who was looking smug in her handcuffs, and then a little while later Master Tenzin would come to retrieve the teenager. Everyone warned Omo to steer clear of the chief after such incidents, and she quickly saw why when Beifong rampaged out of her office barking orders like they were all still in boot camp. Saikhan was conveniently nowhere to be found during these rages, and people snapped to attention and did as they were told.

Whatever was going on between the chief and the airbender wasn’t any of Omo’s business, but she did wish the they could sort it out so that the rest of them didn’t catch the chief’s ire. The two of them getting on each other’s nerves was something that happened so regularly that Omo quickly got used to it. One of her fellow officers whispered something about Tenzin being the chief’s ex in the break room, which shifted the situation into perspective. Relationships could be messy with exes, she understood that much at least. But still, the chief and the airbender seemed a little too old to be acting like this, especially with whatever co-parenting arrangement they had with the avatar...

Omo did her best to ignore it.

The peculiar pattern was distrupted the time that Tenzin went into the chief’s office and Korra left alone, looking unusually bashful without him. A screaming match started behind the door and Korra high-tailed it out of there, leaving the officers to hear the muffled argument all to themselves. Omo looked around to confirm with her peers that this was indeed happening, and everyone else was pointedly ignoring the sounds of the two of them going at each other’s throats. Their voices got louder, and the way the chief was shouting made Omo fear for the airbender’s safety. She looked around again and saw that everyone sitting at a desk was carefully rearranging the items splayed out in front of them. The screaming got worse, and Omo wondered if she should just go home now, claiming to be sick.

The door to the chief’s office slammed open and a very red-faced Tenzin came storming out. As he walked by, Omo was pulled forward in her seat from a sudden gust of wind. The papers on her desk swirled up in a spiral, and she needed to run around to catch them as they flittered back down from the ceiling. Once she had her mess of reports back in her hands, her desk neighbor silently placed a hefty paperweight on her desk. She looked around and saw everyone removing their similar heavy objects from their paperwork stacks and getting back to work. She had been the only one unprepared. Omo mumbled thanks to her desk buddy and barely got everything sorted by the time the chief stomped out and left the building. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief when she was gone. Saikhan took over for the rest of the day and the chief returned the following morning as if nothing had ever happened.

The next few days were blissfully uneventful in the office and business continued as usual, but that peace went out the window the day that Saikhan came in dragging the handcuffed airbender alongside him. Everyone’s eyes were glued to the two of them making their way through the room. Saikhan went into the chief’s office with Tenzin and left not even a minute later. Another screaming match started. Omo got her paperweight ready.

But this time it wasn’t needed. This time the screaming tapered off, and when the door opened the chief pushed Tenzin into some officers’ hands and told them to put him in a holding cell. Omo could have sworn the same smug smile that Avatar Korra usually sported was on the airbender’s face, but it was hard to tell with his facial hair, and she didn’t want to be caught staring. Word was passed around that the chief was not to be disturbed except for emergencies, and the day continued as usual.

Hours later, Omo was counting the minutes on the clock until the end of her shift when people started murmuring at the other end of the room. A very unamused-looking air acolyte had just come up the stairs and was making her way to the chief’s office. No one was stopping her, so Omo stood to do something about it and felt a hand on her arm. Her desk buddy was tugging her back to her seat and shaking his head. Omo sat down more confused than ever and tried to listen in on the hushed conversations people were having around her.

“… we should all leave early. Make the night shift deal with it.”

“… ‘member the last time she was here?”

“No? What happened?”

“I’ll find you a copy of the incident report. It’s crazy.”

The acolyte knocked on the chief’s door and only had to wait for a beat before it swung open. She stepped inside and closed it behind her.

People started packing up their things to get ready for shift change even though it was a few minutes early. Omo grabbed her desk buddy before he could leave.

“Who is that woman? Why didn’t anyone stop her?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just hope the station is still here in the morning.”

“What?”

“That’s Tenzin’s wife. She and the chief don’t get along. Now pack up your shit and go before they come out.”

Omo flinched at the sound of something slamming down from behind the office wall. There was a moment of raised voices before it went quiet again. “Is that why the chief hates her ex-husband so much? Because of that acolyte?”

Her desk buddy looked at her like she had seven heads. “Chief’s never been married.”

Omo frowned. She thought she had it all figured out for a moment there. “I’m so confused.”

“The chief and the air guy are children of famous people. Their lives are messy and almost none of it’s private. How long have you been in the city?”

“A few months.”

“Ah.” Her desk buddy clapped her on the shoulder. “If you wanna get caught up to speed, me and a few of the others are going to Xang’s bar to drink our worries away. Chief’s gonna be in rare form tomorrow and we’re all dreading it.”

“Okay?” Omo was still confused. “I’ll see you there.”

She watched everyone leave and turned to grab her belongings. A soft click came from the other side of the room and Omo looked up to see the acolyte leaving the chief’s office with Beifong right behind her. The chief looked like she was sporting a migraine now.

“You.” The chief pointed at Omo who immediately stood at attention. “Take Mrs. Pema to the holding cells. She and Master Tenzin are leaving.”

Omo nodded and had to fast walk to catch up to Pema who was already halfway across the room. The two of them started down the stairs; Omo with her head held high and back straight, Pema with a casual air about her, occasionally glancing over at Omo. Every time Omo thought she would have to tell Pema to turn left or right or go through this door or that, Pema surprised her by knowing the way already.

“Made this trip before?” Omo asked.

“Once or twice,” Pema replied.

They got to the holding cells and the guard on duty buzzed them in without a word. He handed Pema a key and she strolled inside. Omo stayed with the guard to wait.

“Isn’t it against policy to give out your keys?” Omo asked.

He shrugged. “There’s like a 50% chance she doesn’t even let him out. Easier to just let them all do what they want to do. Less of a headache.”

Omo was about to reply when the sound of a cell unlocking came from down the hall.

The guard’s eyebrows raised, and he sat up a little straighter in his chair. “Wow, that was fast.”

“Thank you, Lo Fon,” Pema said as she handed the key back over with a polite bow. Tenzin was right behind her.

Lo Fon nodded. “Any time, ma’am.”

Omo started thinking she could really go for that drink right about now. How frequently did this happen? “I’ll walk you two out.”

“I should go talk to Lin,” Tenzin said quietly into Pema’s ear.

“You’re not doing that. At least not today.” Pema turned back to Omo. “That’s very kind of you. Thank you.”

Omo started escorting the couple to the front door, making sure neither of them tried to wander off into the station. Once they were outside, a massive shadow descended on top of them. Omo jumped back and fell on her ass.

“Sweet sinning spirits! What the fuck is that!”

One large bison eye blinked at her and then the beast’s massive mouth opened in a roar. Omo scrambled back onto her hands and knees ready to fight the thing until an offering hand came into her field of vision. The airbender leapt right over her onto the bison’s head and grabbed the reigns attached to the beast’s horns. Omo’s wide eyes turned to Pema’s proffered hand then to her face.

“It’s a flying bison.” Pema waited until Omo took her hand to help her stand. “He’s big, but he’s gentle.”

“Thanks.” Omo brushed the dirt off her uniform and took a few steps back from the massive creature.

Pema gave another polite bow. “Have a good evening, officer…?”

“Omo.”

“Officer Omo.” Pema nodded. “Maybe we’ll see you next time.”

At that Pema offered a small smile and turned to walk up the bison’s tail into the saddle. The airbender gave some kind of nonsensical command, and the beast took flight. Omo’s posture deflated now that the threat was gone, and she hurried back inside to get her belongings. She had a funny feeling that the officers at the bar were going to get a kick out of this.

[johnsjackolantern4902]

I'm back Scarehoes, something big is coming, and yes, it has piss again.

You have been warned...

[deadduvznap]

teacher heeseung w a piss kink and his student sunoo who really really has to use the bathroom

edit ; yall tweakin over a piss kink chill the fuck out this isnt even dead dove yall are just pussies 😭🫵

[xo-bug-ox]

related to your recent post. i agree. you are telling me dean winchester, the most stubborn man ever, isn’t holding it out of spite when sam points out that he has to piss? ya this fandom did not take advantage of how many omo scenarios are available to them

I KNOW!

I know damn well that Dean Winchester has come close at least once while in that car but he’s A) too damn stubborn to admit he was wrong and B) loves Baby too much to ruin her like that! But they’ve both come close to wetting themselves. I can feel it in my aching bones.

[dilfwon]

hee! and jake! licking all over your pussy while you their faces with your piss 😚

heeseung and jake being your devoted pussy eaters, they wont mind anything you do, all you gotta do is let them be between your legs, kissing and biting your pussy, they’d enjoy if you’d piss on them, would open their mouth even to get a lil taste.

[johnsjackolantern4902]

Which Scarecrow do you think is the worst at holding their urine?

Ok so I narrowed it down:

TNBA because he's a walking corpse and that must have some unpleasant side effects. Also trauma.

Salecrow because so much trauma and also hyperfixation on his work.

Arkham Knight because he's been disabled in several ways and maybe he straight up has urinary incontinence now due to one or more of them. Idk about canon, but I definitely hc this to be the case. Also trauma and speaking of which, his incontinence gets SOOOO much worse after the end of Arkham Knight.

Legends of the Dark Knight because so much trauma.

HQAS because he's just a sopping wet cat of a person and he strikes me as being very cringe fail and I love it.

Fear State because come on. Does this man look like he takes care of his basic human needs? Of course not! He's probably absolutely destroyed his bladder by now from all the holding because "I just need to finish one more project" which turns into way more than finishing one more project aaaaaand he's lost control.

Lego? Maybe? Also because cringe fail, but I'm on the fence about this one.

[meadowphillips]

Jake squirms in Saul's lap, pushing away the hand on his stomach. "If you do that," he pants, "I'll piss myself."

"Good," Saul says, replacing his hand.

Jake cries out. For a moment, he tries to hold it, but then sweet release takes him.

[brett-is-afraid]

foolish admitted he enjoyed the sensation of holding his piss on stream.

…why is this boy this way. it’s the five minutes of talking to bad about choking all over again.

Sometimes the whore in you really does just pop out. Mans is fighting his demons and they're winning rn

I seriously do love that male streamers just casually drop their kinks like it's fine and normal???

[xo-bug-ox]

There’s a shocking lack of (newer) Watersports stuff in the spn fandom, you’re telling me they spend 90% of their time on the road and not one of them has come close to pissing themselves? Highly unlikely.