#tw omorashi

[searenbound]

I’m gonna be upfront, I’m feeling like being a gross deviant so tw ahead of time for voyeurism, cockwarming, heavy dub-con, and omorashi/piss kink. Mdni

Thinking about hanging out with your boyfriend, Bakugou and feeling bold because you’re supposed to have the apartment to yourselves since his roommate/best friend Kirishima is meant to be out for the night.

Unfortunately your boyfriend, the workaholic he is, won’t give into your subduction. At least not completely.

He has you straddle his lap after working you open and rolls his eyes at your teasing remarks about you getting your way as you sink down on his cock and…

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, told I wasn’t gonna fuck ya until I was done didn’t I? You’ll sit on it and keep it nice and warm for me while I finishes this paper work”.

You want to whine and complain about it but every time you open your mouth you get a stern spank and a growl to knock it off.

So you do you’re best to get comfortable and wait it out, but eventually you feel nature calling and you kinda need to pee but as soon as it registers Kiri’s comes in grumble about his night being a bust and you feel embarrassed about him being right there and how he’ll know what you were doing on the couch.

He looks at you like he has his suspicions, of course he does. The way his best friend stiffens and you look so nervous but refuse to move would probably tip anyone off and you think you have a moment of grace when he turns around to rummage through the fridge and you try to move only to be stopped by your boyfriend and when try to quietly explain, you swear you feel him twitching inside you. He hisses for you to hold it.

You’re unaware that they messaged each other quickly while you were panicking about your situation. Talking about if this warrants privacy or if Kirishima could stick around and well. This wouldn’t exactly be the first time you’ve done stuff in front of him.

And Bakugou knows you, once you let go, you’ll happily let Kirishima and him take care of your “accident”.

So when you start whining and whimpering and he feels his lap getting wetter, he bullies you a little about being extra wet because you couldn’t hold it and now you’ve made a mess. Meanwhile Kirishima is right there to tell you not to be embarrassed about it, you look so cute when you’re wetting yourself and it’s all making your head spin

[leechysmile]

I started redrawing that art I did of Joey wetting himself last year if anyone wants to see

[ren-berry]

real

I want my pee hole plugged up so I can't pee unless it's removed💕💕💕

[boo-tiful-bladders]

My favorite piss trope is when the character is just lazy.

1. Pissing off the side of the bed because they're too sleepy

2. Squatting over the laundry because it's going to get washed anyway

3. Peeing into the couch cushions because the bathroom is too far away

[xochimillilili]

Softly cooing Come on sweetheart, drink up— you know little pups like you need to properly drink~ as I sit on my pretty pet, slowly humping and grinding on them, pressing down on their full bladder. My cock getting hard against their soft tummy just from their little whimpers, as I make them drink more and more water as I yank their head up by a soft tug on their leash

They can whine about being too full and needing to piss all they want, but I'm just doing my best to care for my precious puppy, I can't just let it go off to play all thirsty can I?

[sugusatodyke]

Cockwarming them while they have a full bladder, the feeling of them clinching around the cock inside them feels so good. Playing a game to see if they have a accident first or you fuck them first

[dekuphilia]

GROSS

Pairing: Touya (Dabi) Todoroki x Reader

Warnings: nsft content, piss, mostly just piss, degradation, typical dabi things really, gender neutral reader, super short sorry!!

You just cant hold it while you're in the car with dabi :((

note: all characters are aged up to 21+

nsft under the cut

you really should’ve held your bladder but dabi wasn’t a very good driver and it was so hard to focus as he hit every single bump in the road. maybe he was doing it on purpose, enjoying your cute whines, and the way you squirmed beside him in the passenger seat.

“hold it,” he rolled his eyes, a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue, “don’t be such a baby.”

and you tried your best, tried to squeeze your legs together, tried focusing on anything else your brain may allow, but it crept up on you as more time passed.

“touya please— please just pull over,” you all but squealed, pleading eyes looking over at him as you squirmed in the seat. 

“we’re already late, just shut the fuck up and hold it.” he seethed, knuckles turning white as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

he sped up suddenly, a smirk covering his face as he glanced towards you for a moment. he's doing it on purpose now, seeing if you’ll break.

and you do, releasing your bladder within seconds, soaking through your shorts and the seat below you until you’re a wet mess. 

tires screech, the car stopping abruptly as dabi vears off the dirt road, “i’m so sorry,” you whimper, tears staining your cheeks, “i didn’t mean to!”

“i don’t care,” he’d sneer, rolling his eyes as he got out of the car, slamming the door shut, “get out,” he opened your door now, tugging on your hand, “get the fuck out, now.”

you sniffle, snot running from your nose as you whimper, “what are you—“

before you can finish your sentence, he’s pulling you from the vehicle, not a card in the world as he pulled down your shorts, tossing them somewhere in the car.

“take your slutty ass shirt off,” he grunted, standing in front of you.

“what if someone’s sees?!” you looked up at him, eyes wide.

“you think i give a shit? take it off,” he demands.

you were quick to follow, discarding your top as you stood in front of him on the side of the road, almost fully exposed.

“get on your knees,” he spoke so nonchalantly, not even looking at you as he tugged down the zipper on his jeans, pushing them down until he had his cock in his hand.

without a word, you’d drop to your knees, feeling the rough gravel of the road dig into your skin, sure to leave a few nasty scratches.

“look at me,” he held his cock towards you, glaring down at you.

shamefully, you’d look up at him, eyes teary as you gasped.

“touya no!”

he didn’t care, ignoring your protests as he began to piss on you. 

you whined, feeling the warm liquid splash against your you, “This is your punishment,” touya chided, eyes boring into yours as his stream continues, coating your exposed chest, “s’your fault for pissing in my damn car.” 

you felt warmth between your thighs as the piss dripped down, coating the thin material of your underwear. you couldn’t help but shift, thighs clenching together as a soft moan passed your lips.

“are you— fuck, are you actually enjoying this?” his expression distorted to one of false disgust, “dirty fuckin’ whore,” he laughed, stream dying down, the final few droplets dripping down his cock head and falling onto the carpet.

“no— no, i wasn’t!” your face is flushed more than before, skin feeling warm and sticky, “y-you’re so gross,” you whimpered, pouting up at him. 

“you’re gross, you’re the one enjoying it.”

[dontopenfairies]

“Hey, come on, let’s go play the arcade games by the bar!” shouts one of our friends.

“Ohh, I wanna go,” my boyfriend says, starting to rise and then looking over at me. I’m still talking to my best friend at our table. “Is it okay if I leave for a second?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, sweetheart,” I say, brushing my hand down his arm as he stands up and follows our friends to the other room. “We’re just going to keep talking over here.”

“Okay! Be right back!”

Around half an hour later, everyone comes trooping back, looking a little dopier and smilier.

“Oof,” I say, involuntarily, as my boyfriend plows into me and wraps his arms around me, sliding into the booth next to where I’m sitting. I can smell sweet, warm alcohol on him.

“Hi,” he says, looking at me with glassy eyes.

“You’re drunk!” I say, pushing him away playfully.

“He had a couple shots,” explains one of our friends. “And he finished Maria’s vodka cherry for her.”

“Ohh,” I say, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. “Is that so? Maybe we should get a ride home soon.”

But someone wants to sing karaoke, and then he wants to show me the pinball machines, and there’s another round of shots…and, finally, the bar is closed and we are outside in the dark parking lot waiting for our Uber.

“I have to go pee,” he says to me quietly.

“Okay,” I say. “Do you want to go find somewhere secluded to go, or…” Just at that moment, the Uber pulls up in front of us.

“That’s okay. I can hold it until we get home.”

“Are you sure? It’s going to be about 10 minutes.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I can hold it.”

He doesn’t complain the whole way home, he just keeps giggling and nestling his face against my neck. We finally get dropped off in front of the house. As he stands up, I hear him wince. “Oh fuck. I forgot I have to pee. Oww…” He hurries up the front walkway to the porch and I follow him.

“Let me get the door,” I say, knowing he’ll just fumble trying to unlock it. I shake my keys out of my purse. He’s twisting the hem of his shirt between his hands and squeezing his thighs together. I unlock the door and pull it open. Inside, I flip on the light and drop my keys in the dish on the table by the door and slip off my shoes, bracing myself with a hand on the wall. “Aren’t you going to go to the bathroom?” I ask, turning to look over my shoulder.

“…Oops.” He’s standing completely still in front of the door, hands clutching his crotch. A big wet patch is forming across his pants.

“Ohh, sweetheart. Come on.” I gently guide his hands away and hold them tight, ignoring that they’re a little damp, as I walk backwards, leading him to the bathroom.

“I’m not finished,” he mumbles as I start to unbutton his fly.

“Oh,” I say, stepping back. “Here, why don’t you just sit down on the toilet…um, are you okay?” He looks very pale.

He suddenly burps loudly and claps a hand to his mouth. “I’m going to throw up,” he says, eyes wide with fear.

“Oh, oh, baby,” I say, quickly lifting the lid and seat of the toilet. “Crouch down. You’re okay.” He chokes and a thin stream of foamy, white vomit slips out of his mouth into the toilet bowl. At the same time, he starts to pee again and I can hear it dripping on the floor. One hand braces him on the rim of the toilet bowl and the other is between his legs. “You had way too much to drink,” I say, wiping his slick hair off his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I know you don’t like it when people throw up.” I can see his stomach heave and he throws up a little more, then sits back on his ankles.

“Are you all done?”

“Yeah,” he says, “that was it.” He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. “Oh, sorry. That’s gross.” He sets his hand down on the floor and looks up at me, so sad and pathetic.

“Okay, stand up, sweetheart,” I say, guiding him to his feet. The pee has soaked long streaks on his pants all the way down to his ankles. I close the toilet lid and flush it, and then I lead him over to the sink and wrap my arms around him from behind so I can wash both of our hands.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“It’s okay, honey,” I say, rubbing soap onto the backs of his hands. “I’m here.”

“I didn’t mean to throw up,” he says.

“I know, baby. Just let me get the pee and throw-up off your hands.” I turn on the tap and rub the soap off under the water, turning his hands over to make sure I’m rinsing everywhere. “Then you can rinse your mouth out and I can take off your pants and get you in PJs. And then we’re going to brush our teeth and go to bed.”

“Okay,” he says, and I let him lean down to get water right out of the tap. He starts to gulp it down.

“Careful,” I say, rubbing his back. “Is that a good idea?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I feel okay.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve again.

“I need to get your face, too,” I say, reaching for a washcloth. I hold onto his cheek and gently rub the wet cloth over his face, first over his eyes and forehead and then his mouth and chin. He keeps his eyes closed. “Does that feel good?”

“Mm,” he murmurs. I undo his fly and gently coax his pants down. He’s about 50% hard under his briefs. “I’m sorry,” he says again, now sounding more ashamed.

“It’s okay,” I say. “It’s really okay, honey.”

“First I wet the bed the other week. And now I peed my p-pants…” Oh no. He’s starting to cry again. “And I threw up…I never throw up from drinking…”

“Oh, sweetheart. Oh, baby.” I wrap my arms around him and he cries into my shoulder. “It’s okay. It happens, honey. It’s okay.” I disentangle myself and squeeze both his hands. “You’re going to stay right here and I’m coming back with PJs for you. And tomorrow morning we’ll take a long, warm shower. You’re okay.”

“Okay,” he says, and I leave him, standing half-naked and looking a little lost.

I come back and set his pajamas on the counter. I help him pull his shirt off over his head and then get another washcloth. “Let’s just wipe you down really quick for now, okay? I can tell you’re tired.” For some reason hearing this makes him tear up again. I peel off his briefs and add them to the pile of dirty, wet clothes under the sink. Then I gently wipe off his penis, his balls, between his thighs, and his butt. His dick is slowly twitching to a full erection.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I d-don’t know why I’m getting hard.”

“I’m touching you,” I say. “It’s going to happen.” I’ll ignore, just for now, the fact that he’s been hard this whole time, ever since he had his accident. I dab him all dry with a clean towel and help him step into new underwear and his pajama pants, and pull his night tshirt over his head. “Do you need to wash your face again?” I ask. He nods and splashes himself with water. I wash my face, too, and then I brush my teeth and his. I don’t want him to gag himself with the toothbrush and while he seems better, he still doesn’t have quite the coordination he does when sober.

“Come on, bedtime,” I say, leading him out of the bathroom. “Let’s climb under the covers.” I crawl in first and open my arms so he can slink in and cuddle up to me.

I hold his warm body in silence until he says, “I don’t know why that turned me on so much.”

“You like being taken care of. It’s okay.” I kiss his head. It’s a little smelly. He definitely needs a thorough shower tomorrow morning.

“It is?” he asks in a small voice.

“Yes, it’s really okay. If you need to throw up again, or if you need help going pee, just wake me up, okay, sweetheart?” He hums. “Can I hear you say okay, baby?”

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll tell you.” Then he gets quiet again. “What happens if I wet the bed again?” he asks.

“Then maybe it’ll be time to think about having you wear pull-ups to bed, or something. Lots of grown-ups have to do it.”

“Mm,” he says in acknowledgment.

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” I say. “It won’t be the end of the world. It just means I get to take care of you extra good.”

“Mmm…” he says. “I like how that sounds.”

And then his breathing turns deep and even, and I know he’s asleep.

[pulluppuddles]

initiation

cw: manipulation, intoxication, gaslighting, omorashi, pet/puppy play,

at first, it seemed rly cool that the gorgeous sorority president on campus had invited u, a brand new freshman, to be her date to the greek life halloween party...u were anxious but oblivious as she introduced u to her sorority sisters while keeping a tight grip on ur waist, leading u around as she kept casually filling ur glass and encouraging u to drink...

it wasnt long before the alcohol caught up with ur bladder and ur brain...she was talking to the president of the frat club when it hit u...u needed to pee...now!

a small whimper escaped u as u clenched all the muscles in ur body and gradually, the urgency subsided... blushing, u try to duck out of her grip, sluring about needing the bathroom

she grips ur waist tighter and pulls u back, smirking..."excuse me, did u ask?"

u look up at her bewildered and suddenly, she pushes u against the wall, knee between ur legs, grinding against ur puppy parts

u cant help but let out a small moan as more partygoers turn to watch. she puts on a fake sympathy look and coos "aweee whats the matter pet? u know u've always had to ask before u leave my side, why would it be okay for u to disobey me now? did u think i wouldnt punish u here, in front of all of them?"

ur so drunk...so confused...is this true? u rly cant afford to think too hard about it rn as its taking everything u've got not to relieve urself and the constant rubbing of her knee on ur puppy parts isnt making it any easier

suddenly her knee is gone and u have to scramble to press ur legs together. she leads u outside where the party continues. there's a pool in the backyard and the sounds of the splashing r too much. u double over, holding ur crotch as everything in ur body screams for relief and u begin to leak.

suddenly u feel breath on ur ear and a soft growl tells u to piss urself. u want to resist but u cant help it, even as u hold urself, tendrils r snaking down ur legs. ur pissing ur pants in front of everyone. u start to cry as u continue to pee, everyone watching and smirking at u.

after what seems like forever, ur bladder is empty and she leads u back inside. everyone stares and smirks, hushed tones mentioning the sororitys new pet.

she leads u through the house to her bedroom, a metal cage with a big dog bed in it and warns u that this is ur bed and if u ruin it u wont get another.

she proceeds to strip u and clean u up, tsking at the slick in your underwear. "look how leaky u r pet" u blush as she lays u down on ur back in the cage and pulls on a pair of medical gloves

"now, be good or i will bind ur hands and feet. this is happening whether u fight it or not" u don't have a chance to wonder what that means before her hands wander down between ur legs and begin a thorough investigation of ur puppyparts

it isnt long before her soft touch has u foaming at the mouth, whining and pleading for more. she smirks and shuts the door of the cage...ur cage... "have sweet dreams pet" she purrs as she closes the door and returns to the party

[bunniefemcel]

there should be a urinal in every women's bathroom. at least as many as there all stalls. a black one. a white one. one that thinks she's a boy. and a terf one!

[boo-tiful-bladders]

Punching a subs full bladder will instantly get you the sound of splatters on the floor

[linkspussy]

Umm your dog isn't house trained

[linkslabia]

they're both very into it dw ;]

[sexmund]

ok O_o

[fyodior]

guys pissing themselves. thats it that’s the post

[sicky-smut]

I peed so much while i puked lol

With every heave it just squirted out of me into my boxers….