#was a 'bladder' but it wasn't my bladder it was in my leg

[midwestgender]

anyone else have recurring dreams where they perform self-surgery on a healthy organ with the plan of just taking it out for a little while but then you realize you are incapable of putting it back in and theres nothing you can do theresnothingyoucandotheresnothingyoucandotheresnothingyoucando

[leaky-bunny]

i just saw what i think was an omo hold happening in person in real time and i can't stop thinking about it.

i was packing up my stuff right before the library closed for the afternoon, with all the desks around me having already been empty for a while given it's a friday night. i looked up to see this girl speed walking past me, not even glancing in my direction. at first i just thought she had lost track of time like me and was leaving the building, but that quickly proved not the case when she stopped in front of the nearby bathrooms.

of course my little pervert brain's interest was peaked, so i stayed put, watching her start to pace back and forth. the girl was very slim, wearing light wash jean shorts and a cropped orange shirt that nicely showed off her abdomen. immediately, my gaze locked onto her stomach and oh my god, you could literally see her bladder bulging out of her and straining against her waistband. it was one of the hottest things i've ever seen i swear. what made it even more magical was the fact that she wasn't going in to the toilet, just doing laps right in front of them. she was furiously typing on her phone, eyebrows furrowed, knees repeatedly bending, and legs squeezing together every few steps. genuine desperation, and she seemed to be under the assumption that no one was on the floor with her to see it.

finally, after letting out a sigh and pocketing her phone, she quickly moved towards the elevator, her walk a lot shakier than before. i seriously thought i might get to witness and accident, but unfortunately, the arrival of the elevator ruined that fantasy as she disappeared behind the closing doors.

so my question is, if she really did just wait too long to pee, why didn't she go? why did she leave the sweet relief if the bathroom behind? and who was she texting so attentively? i seriously think that someone must have been controlling this girl's bladder and banned her from using the bathroom, yet they had her walk over to it as a form of teasing. at least, that's what i hope was happening, because if so, i am the luckiest person alive to have seen the effect it had on her.

[mellowsadistic]

"Mmmmmm!"

"You hush, little girl!" Veronica's mother snapped, bringing the hairbrush down again on her daughter's rapidly reddening backside. "And don't you glare at me like that! I am your mother, young lady, and you will learn to treat me with respect by the time your regression punishment is over!"

Veronica squealed behind her pacifier again as another stinging blow landed on her rear.

Over on the bed, Kylie mewled in fear around her own soother, knowing she'd be next over her auntie's knee. Why had she agreed to sneak out and go partying with her cousin? Her aunt had made it quite plain there was to be no drinking, smoking, or any other 'inappropriate' activities as long as she was living under her roof, but ever since she'd moved in to attend the nearby college, she'd been desperate for a bit of adult excitement.

"Bad girl, Ronnie!" Veronica's mother scolded, delivering swat after swat with the hairbrush. "Very bad girl! You are not a grown-up. I don't care if you're legally an adult! I decide when you get to grow up, not you!"

Kylie would've felt bad for her poor cousin, twenty-one years old and kicking her legs and crying over her mother's knee, if she wasn't more worried about her own hiney. Veronica had lived with those infantilizing rules, along with many others, her whole life. She wasn't even allowed to dress herself in the mornings! Her mother picked all her clothes for her, and she even had a number of outfits specifically designed for punishments, like the kind the two girls were wearing now...

"Six months under toddler rules, Ronnie! You know what that means!"

"Nnnnnn!"

"Yes, little girl! You will wear pull-ups at all times. No more using the toilet for tinkle! You will wet yourself the moment you feel the urge, and you will ask permission, politely, to be escorted to the potty to do your number twos when you need to go. You will wear childish clothes. You will go to bed at eight o' clock. And the same goes for you, young lady!"

Kylie wet her pants a little in fright as her auntie's head snapped around to look in her direction.

"Some time as a toddler ought to do my naughty little niece some good too!"

Kylie whimpered. She could feel the warm, slightly soggy padding pressing against her crotch. It was awful and disgusting and babyish, and the thought that it would become a familiar feeling, that she would be peeing herself every day for the next six months, not to mention being supervised on the toilet while she pooped, made her almost faint with embarrassment.

Veronica had started to bawl. Whatever dignity or resistance she'd tried to hold onto at the beginning of her spanking had gone, and she was left wailing like a little girl, her dummy dropping from her lips as she pleaded. "P'ease, Mama! I sowwy! P'ease dobbit! I be a goo' giwl! I p'omise!"

"You understand why I'm spanking you?" her mother asked, still raining down smacks with the hairbrush.

"Yes, Mama!" Veronica sobbed. Her pale bottom had turned a bright, sore red. "Ronnie was a bad giwl!"

"You admit you deserve to spend the next six months wetting yourself and being treated like a very little girl?"

"Yes, Mama! P'ease!"

"Alright then. Good girl." Veronica's mother lowered the hairbrush and helped her hiccupping daughter off her lap. "Go stand in the corner with your hands on your head. I have another little girl to deal with before I send you to bed."

Kylie started to suck her soother for comfort. Maybe she could talk her way out of this! Then her auntie turned to face her with a look that made her bladder control fail, and a stream of pee-pee flooded into her training pants.

"Your turn, missy. Over my lap. Now!"

[wet-jammies]

Ooh what about person A who knows their friend/partner (person B) is into Omo and tries to get them to get flustered? >:3

They make plans to hang out and A brings along a giant water bottle they keep drinking and refilling, making comments like "Aw man, I'm so thirsty today!"

Soon, A feels the pressure in their bladder start to grow so they start to wiggle and squirm a little bit, excited as they see B eyeing them up. B doesn't mention anything, though, so A decides to kick it up a notch.

"Ooh, maybe I shouldn't have drank so much water!" And crossing their legs~

B's face is getting a little warm and they suggest that A use the bathroom. A replies they're fine, they can hold it longer.

It keeps going and A keeps giving exaggerated little whimpers and squirms in their seat, even doing a little potty dance as they get up to get more water.

"A, I think you should use the bathroom now."

"Nah, I'm still good! Plus my favourite part of the movie's comin up!"

Eventually it gets to the point where A really is getting desperate, and as they squirm to get a reaction out of B, they realize jostling around their full bladder wasn't the smartest move and they let out a real gasp as they feel themselves leak a little. Then they try and get up to actually use the bathroom, but B stops them.

"Where are you going?"

A is starting to sweat, "I, uh, I have to uh..."

B smiles, "I thought you said you could hold it."

A feels their face grow warm. Now they're the flustered one!!

[ghxst-guts]

⋆˚࿔ Oh baby 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

words: 1.1k

warnings: cheating, hurt/comfort, slight angst, neglect of partner, piss kink, slightly dark, slight pevert wanda, stephan strange (yes, he needs a warning), wetting yourself, jealousy, texture issues, alludes to possible eating disorders and possible abuse, smut, praise, degradation, brief ignoring/ghosting, kissing.

relationships: boyfriend!stephan stranger x female!reader & bestfriend!wanda maximoff x female!reader

18+ minors & men dni

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"oh my, that must have been awful.." wanda whispered, her words tickled against your ears. your boyfriend stephen had canceled on your date and you were upset because you hardly saw him anymore.

you looked down at your nails, picking at the skin near it. this was one of your nervous habits that wanda tried to help you break but it was no use. every time she'd think she got you to stop, it continued.

wanda hummed, with a swift response her fingers brushed your hand. her eyes followed your movement. you met her gaze, she was waiting for you to say something.

"i'm not even surprised, i don't think i'm his first priority. or his second.. or third." your eyes dropped. wanda could feel your pain but didn't comment on it. "it's just more convenient if we were together... i know that our mess of a relationship will be over in a few months." you mumbled, a stray tear escaped your eye.

"oh, baby.." wanda sighed softly, bringing her hand up to wipe your tear. she hated seeing a man, especially one whom she hated, get you all worked up.

you collapsed in her arms, your quiet sniffles filled the silence. her fingers traced circles over your back. her hot breath lingered against your skin. the smell of her sweet perfume.. it was almost too much for you.

almost.

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your eyes fluttered as you began to feel a warmth pressed against you. it was the arms of your best friend lazily draped around you. she had also fallen asleep it appeared.

your bladder felt full and when you attempt to make a run for the toilet, you found the woman's death grip to be wildly protective. so comforting.. the urge to lay numb against her was strong but you changed your mind when you find yourself nearly having an accident on her.

"wanda" you mumbled softly against her. she shifted in the bed, no response. "wanda" you repeat but the red-head just shushed you and wrapped her arms around your waist. "wandaaa" you whimpered, you couldn't hold it anymore.

wanda felt a warm liquid drip down your leg, spreading all over her bed. she smirked against you, this was her plan all along. to get you all embarrassed and flustered under her. now this isn't exactly how she envisioned it but she can't admit that this wasn't hot.

"oh, detka.. you had a little accident, let mommy help clean you up." wanda's eyes darkened, hovering over you. you hid your face, you were so embarrassed. first you cried to her about your boyfriend and now you've peed all over her bed. there are definitely better ways she could have spent her friday evening and now you've ruined her bed.

"hey, let me see you pretty girl." she cooed at you, removing your fingers from covering your face. she smiled at the reveal of your glossy tears, god you were so beautiful.

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she noticed after your previous interactions, you wetting her bed a week ago, you had been more distant. she felt hurt and upset that you were avoiding her. she saw you spending all your time with stephen again, you claimed he was trying to "make up for lost time".

she ran into you at the supermarket and to her surprise of course you were with stephen. his hand intertwined with yours while the other occupied his phone. he appeared to be wrapped up in whatever it is he was doing, or whomever he was texting.

wanda bite her lip to hold out the venom she so desperately wanted to let out. instead, she sighed and pushed her cart to align with yours.

"hey, y/n!" she exclaimed, her eyes fixated on stephan and the way he doesn't even acknowledge her presence. y/n looked at stephan nervously, you had on a baggy hoodie and this made wanda suspicious. she furrowed her brows trying to rack her brain why this could be. she knew you hated wearing baggy clothes, it was a texture thing for you.

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the next time wanda saw you was at a barbecue, you were all dolled up and she wished she could run her hands down your doll-like figure. kiss your soft cheeks, caress your shoulders, leave traces of her all over you. she knew she had to fix things.

wanda saw you with a tray in your hands making your eay to the kitchen so she grabbed a glass and quickly followed behind. finally, she could have a moment alone with you to talk things out. she hate the silence treatment, not being able to hear your sweet voice and laugh that could brighten anyone's mood.

"y/n" wanda called out, in a rush. you emptied the tray into the trash and placed it in the sink. wanda is hovering behind you when you turn around. this startles you and you bump into her. knocking the glass out of her hand.

oh no. "wanda, i'm so sorry-" you exclaimed. you felt so bad, you had been ignoring the girl because of stephen and know you've knocked a glass out of her hand. "No- no, please let me talk y/n." Her eyes full of guilt and sadness.

you nodded, the least you could do was hear her out.

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"i can make you feel way better than he could.." she purred, exhaling softly against your neck. "let me take care of you, baby." wanda's hands ran through your body. light as a feather but just soft enough to have an effect on you, and she could see it.

she wanted to take her time with you to show you how making love should be like. your eyes widened, nodding. god you've wanted this for so long. "need to hear you say it, darling." wanda whispered, her eyes lingering on you. just aching to go forward but depending on your sweet voice to give her consent.

"i want this wanda" your words muffled against her skin. wanda waited no longer, her hands motioned for you to lay on your back as she hovered over you. she pressed dher lips against yours. you tasted so sweet, it was so addicting.

wanda let out a soft moan against your lips, she sounded so beautiful. you wanted to hear more. her hands lifted up your shirt, exposing your bra-less skin. the moment your shirt departed, the cold air hit your nipples. they began to harden, wanda bit her lip to try and control herself.

she so desperately wanted to take your nipples in her mouth, to suck on them, bite them, pull at them and just abuse them. she resisted, to use for another time. right now, a sweet little thing like you needed to be treated like an angel.

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wanda's masterlist

[murdrdocs]

hm coriolanus making you piss yourself just because he can MDNI

he's back in his rightful position as a snow, on top and above everyone else. like this, with you, he's occupying that spot both literally and metaphorically. you're nothing but a meek, pathetic little thing beneath him, subjected to the vibrator he has pushed against your clothed cunt. you're not allowed him. not his mouth, nor his cock. not even his fingers. and you haven't even done anything wrong. coriolanus just wanted to remind both of you where you belonged.

still, he's not completely cruel and heartless. he kisses the frustrated tears off your cheeks, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "you can let go, my star. no one's stopping you."

but coriolanus can't help the smile that spreads across his lips, one that is cruel. because while there's nothing stopping you from cumming, you're holding back due to the insistent pressure on your bladder. the small organ is filled to the brim and begging to be emptied. all because of coriolanus.

instead of letting you go beforehand, coriolanus had sweetly distracted you with kisses, pressing a vibrator to your cunt and letting you get lost in the feeling. and when it proved to be too late, when you were submitted to the feeling yet also begging to be freed, he kept going, turning it up a notch.

"coryo, please. let me go, please, baby." your begging is cute, especially when paired with your pleading eyes. it would make coriolanus cave, if he wasn't so firm in his beliefs.

he sucks in air through gritted teeth, blinking down at you and shaking his head disappointedly. "i told you to go, baby. why're you holding back?" having the nickname that you only use for him, and never the other way around, thrown back in your face clearly makes you feel worse.

you whine, kicking your feet with pitiful thuds that bounce off the mattress. you try to push coriolanus' hand away, and he lets up only to meanly slap your cunt with his free palm. he doesn't have to verbally reprimand you before you're correcting your behavior, body going pliant whenever coriolanus brings the vibrator back.

he leans down, pressing his cheek, soft and clean, against yours, covered in salty tears and running mascara. he speaks in your ear. "just let go. and it'll be all over."

and when you do, coriolanus finally gets what he wants. your body floods with shame and embrassment, your legs curling into your body as your orgasm mixes with your urine leaking out, soaking the thin cotton material of your panties before it spills out and covers the bed. coriolanus doesn't even attempt to move away, instead letting your mess get all over his expensive trousers.

he gasps mockingly, staring at the pool created, and when he looks back up at you, your eyes are as wet as your inner thighs.

"look at the mess you made." he pretends to care, and maybe he does care a little bit. but this is what he wanted afterall.

"i'm sorry, coryo," you tell him, sounding so sincere that when coriolanus coos, he means it.

"that's okay, my star. you'll make it up to me, right?"

[vampire-catboy]

(Ignore this if it's not your cup of tea, I will not be following up with you if this never gets answered) Related to the urethral oviposition post: it's so 🥵 when eggs go in there, but what gets me every time are stories about things hatching in there too, and not being able to get them out easily.

You're so Desperate to get those eggs out, but the person who put them in there plugged you up for an undetermined amount of time, so you can't even try.

And then one day, you feel movement in there, and your bladder becomes the center of your whole world. Feeling the things inside you wiggle and twitch against the walls of your full bladder makes you reflexively squeeze your legs together. You don't want like it, and the stimulation is too light to cum. But you get so aroused whenever something sets off the creatures inside you, and you have no way of stopping it. You just have to ride it out.

And then one day, the person who put the eggs in there comes back, and removes the plug. At first you're just glad to be able to pee, but feeling those hatchlings wiggle around your empty bladder feels good enough to make you cum several times.

At last, you try to squirt or push out the things inside you. You want to empty your bladder. But despite the plug stretching out your urethra for so long, they're just too big, and you feel them get stuck. No matter how hard you push, no matter how much the little creatures struggle, wiggle, and writhe to escape your bladder, they're just not going to fit. The most you see of one is the tip of a thin little tail, fluttering around the exit of your urethra.

The person shoves the creature back inside, and plugs you back up, with a wider plug. With fake sympathy, they promise the creatures will come out next time, but you'll need more time to stretch your urethra out so they can escape. Hopefully, the stretching takes less time than it takes for the creatures inside you to grow bigger...

You have a shamefully excited feeling that your bladder will be full for a long time.

- 🍮

Hey uhhh so this is insanely hot and I could make out with you passionately for sharing this with me omg. I know this particular new kink of mine is kind of niche so I honestly wasn't sure if anyone else was gonna be into it. (I'm doing everything in my power not to reread what you wrote cuz I have things to do and my god I would rather be jerking off to this) so uhhh yeah if you ever wanna share more stuff like this with me, my dick, hole and urethra would very much love to hear more ��

[awkward-halfhug]

probably not the best sedative | eleventh doctor x reader

summary: the Doctor's finally asleep. Which is nice, but you have to pee

chapter 1 2 3 4 5

contents: fluff, cuddles, full bladders being the enemy of cute moments

(also on my ao3)

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The Doctor is insufferable.

This was the first thing out of your mouth to him when he returned from his half-hour's worth of rest that you had forced him to take. You hadn't expected a full 8 hours from him, but at least one hour would've been nice. 

According to the doctor, he was going to sleep, that was definitely his plan, and he was definitely trying to do so, until he just so happened to remember that Time Lords are physiologically unable to sleep all by their lonesome. Something about cats?

Needless to say, that was one of the most ridiculous things the you had ever heard him say (and you travel with the doctor, so that's saying something.)

And yet...

And yet, you think as you peer down at the Gallifreyan currently curled up on your lap, snoring softly, maybe it wasn't as ridiculous a 'fun fact' as you originally thought.

It has been, not one, not two, not eight, but twelve whole hours since the Doctor came traipsing into your room with what seemed like yet another excuse as to why he was incapable of taking it easy.

Twelve whole hours since you rolled your eyes at his antics and told him, with a challenging quirk of your brow, "Fine, then you should have no problem as long as you're not alone, right? There's a stack of blankets over there, you can sleep next to me while I read." 

Twelve whole hours since he grabbed a blanket, almost eagerly, and settled himself down on the couch, without a hint of reluctance. He had wiggled around until he was apparently comfy, nuzzled his head against your leg where he laid it, and let out a little contented noise that made your heart swell.

Twelve hours that he slept like a baby through, and possibly might even be coming onto thirteen hours, except you really, really have to pee, and unfortunately you think you're going to have to wake him soon or your bladder might well explode.

But a few more minutes won't hurt, you think.

At one point he seemed a bit restless, perhaps because of some dream he was having, or maybe he was just uncomfortable. So you tried to calm him. Hesitantly, you reached out and gently ran your fingers through his messy locks. He calmed almost instantly, and you marveled at that a bit. The more you stroked his hair, the more relaxed he became, and so with one hand you continued petting him (and that's effectively what you was doing; petting him), while you held your book open with your other hand. 

You had to stop petting after a while, your arm tiring of the repetitive task, and immediately the Doctor's sleeping face twisted into the cutest little pout. He even made a little whining sound that you wishe you had recorded, for future teasing purposes, but alas your phone was in the other room.

His head is heavy (must be all that infinite knowledge he claims to carry around) and it's long since cut off the circulation to your feet. But he looks so peaceful that you couldn't bring yourself to move him.

And truthfully, it's nice to be able to look at him this close. To study his features, all the little details that people miss because he never stays still long enough to notice them.

Like, for instance, you noticed somewhere around the fourth hour that he actually does have eyebrows. All this time you had secretly thought his species just didn't grow them. You had thought that was just a feature of the Gallifreyan race, and he would most definitely laugh at you for the assumption, so it's a good thing you realized before you asked him about it.

Carefully, so as not to wake him, you had run just the tips of your fingers across his delicate (and near invisible) eyebrows. They were so soft. You did that a few more times before deciding he must be a pretty heavy sleeper when he actually was able to sleep like this.

And so you let your fingertips trail across more of his face. His skin is so smooth, you had noted, as your fingers glided down the arch of the Doctor's nose, across his sharp cheekbones, his strong jawline, his funny chin...his lips. His lips were so soft under the pads of your fingers. You wondered if--

You had wrenched your hand away from him when you realized how creepy all that had been. Had you been checking him out? While he was asleep? Your face had probably turned crimson, you're sure, and you're incredibly grateful that he hadn't woken up while you were doing...whatever it was you had been doing. Just the thought of how he might've reacted to that has you blushing in embarrassment again.

You push the thought from your mind forcefully and attempt to focus on your book, but you're unable to focus with the Doctor snuggling into a different position on your lap. This time, he clings to your knees like they're his favorite pillow, and once he's sufficiently comfortable, a contented little smile on his face, he starts doing something that you would never have expected, even from him.

The Doctor starts purring.

Actually, honest to goodness, purring. You have to stifle your giggles, which only makes the full bladder thing that much harder to ignore. And yet now you really don't want to get up. The Doctor is purring! Again, where is your phone when you need it?

You reluctantly decide to get up finally, when you can think of literally nothing else except your bladder.

You place your book down on the side table next to you and carefully, gently, you unlatch the Doctor's hands from your knees and lift him up enough for you to slip out from under him. You place a nearby pillow under his head and lower him onto it. He latches onto it, and, when he doesn't appear to be waking, you run to the bathroom as quietly as you can manage without sacrificing speed. You really, really, really need to pee.

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Returning to your room, bladder no longer crying out for your attention, you find the Doctor blessedly still asleep.

You have a decision to make. Your legs have just regained feeling, and your back is actually aching pretty badly from sitting upright like that for around thirteen hours straight (had you really sat there for thirteen hours? Had the Doctor really stayed still for thirteen hours?), and you desperately want to crawl into your bed and sleep yourself.

But the Doctor said he's a social sleeper. What if he doesn't sleep well without your presence? And besides...you really want to hear him make that purring sound again.

The choice is easy.

Grabbing an extra pillow for your poor back, you make your way back over to your couch. Lifting him up (he really is heavier than he looks), you settle down on the cushions and gently place him back onto your lap, which he takes to like a happy kitten once again.

The Doctor's purring starts back up as he turns towards you and wraps both arms around your waist.

A slow, happy smile blooms on your face, as you brings your hand to his hair for more of those pets he loves so much.

"The things I do for this man" she try to grumble to the TARDIS. But your voice is too full of affection to pull off annoyance, both you and the TARDIS know it, so you give up the pretense with a happy sigh.

The TARDIS hums knowingly.

"Yeah", you agree. "I guess he's worth it."

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[decaffeinatedgalaxyprince]

oh speaking of road trip omo, i did get a chance to try some recently

i went with a couple fwb to see the eclipse, so we were driving for hours. and i drink a lot anyway but i got myself a huge soda and refilled my huge water bottle and basically finished it, and got made fun of for being so desperate in the backseat and squirming and whining about how i had to pee. like i'm talking a quart of water and just as much other drinks. and i could feel it, like i was rock hard swollen with pee after so many hours.

and i had to stay in the car while the other two peed at a gas station as punishment for something earlier, and i was whining and so desperate i could barely think. i had to text them from the car that i was frantic and couldn't hold it much longer 🥺 and they still made me hold it another ten minutes to get to a restaurant.

the seat belt was so tight and i had to ask to unbutton my pants because i was so swollen and all i could do was hold myself and whine. they were gonna make me sit and drink two waters before i was allowed to pee in the restaurant but i had to go so bad that i told them i wasn't gonna make it, i was barely gonna make it to the restaurant and if i wasn't allowed to pee i'd probably let go in the parking lot and take another punishment instead, i was so full and frantic. so they dropped me off in front of the door to go use the restroom while they parked and got the table. 💖

i could barely walk like i was hobbling trying not to put any pressure on my bladder, just standing up and getting out was so hard i wanted to squat down and piss but i was right in front of the entrance. and then when i walked in i couldn't see the bathroom right away, so i stood in line waiting for the host to see if i could ask them, because i couldn't think, just look around for something that might be the way to a bathroom. it was probably only like a minute because my fwb didn't come in after me right away, but it felt like 10 minutes. i couldn't pee dance or grab myself or anything, i was in public and so desperate but there was no way i could show it, other than hunching over a little.

and the bathroom was on the other side of the dining area when i did spot it, so i had to walk across the whole thing without crossing my legs or squirming, just slowly squeezing everything to keep going and keep it in, try to look at normal and unbothered as possible while this ocean of piss was crashing inside me. and i was wearing shorts that would definitely show it if i leaked. had to move so slowly and deliberately to not put any pressure on my poor bursting aching overfull bladder...

but i made it! fuck that was the longest walk across a room of my life. and the bathroom was open and empty other than me. i tried counting how many seconds i peed and i got to 110, but i don't know how accurate that is. it sure feels like it was accurate, i felt like i peed almost 2 minutes. i didn't even really start to feel the relief until like 30 seconds in. and it just kept fucking going. literally felt like i had cum afterwards, just how relieving it was.

[samoankpoper21]

JJK Men As You're Giving Birth

Gojo Satoru: This dude is the definition of a little shit I'm not even joking 🙄 he's taking pictures of you looking a hot mess for "memories" 🙄🖕🏽 "Okay hunn' ima need you to give me one big push." the doctor instructed. You took one big breath attempting to push when your concentration broke from your annoying husband's voice. "Pft! Hehehe. Babe, you should see your face." "Satoru," you seethed through gritted teeth. "Did you just take a picture of my face?" "Hehe. I'm going to put it as my lock screen." You squeezed his hand attempting to hurt him but you already knew it wouldn't have an affect on this man, after all he's the 'strongest'. "I swear to God Satoru this is all your fault!" you shrilled. "Eh? But you like it." "Just shut up!" you began squeezing his hand harder as the contractions picked up. "That's it hunn'," encouraged your doctor. "Keep breathing like that." You looked up to see your husband smirking and, blame it on the pregnancy, but you saw red. "Toru, keep smirking and I won't ever let you cum in me again." "Whoa now, don't say something so rash." " Toru!" "Oh look a head."

Kento Nanami: I swear this man is literally a god send 🥹 he will let you talk your shit because he knows and understands that it's not easy to carry another human, especially considering the constant pressure on your bladder, pain in your back, boobs, and legs. You squeezing his hand roughly was nothing in comparison to the pain you were feeling down below. Nanami leaned forward kissing your sweaty temple. "You're strong love, I know you can do this." "Nanami," you choked out. "It hurts." "I know love but you just have to give us one more push and he'll be out of there. Can you do it for me love? Hm?" You weakly nodded your head inhaling a large amount of air. You began to grunt and push, squeezing his hand again. What felt like an eternity of pushing finally ended when you heard your son's cry pierce the tense atmosphere. You instantly cried as you saw tufts of blonde hair, the umbilical chord still attached. Nanami leaned down planting another kiss to your temple. "You did so good love. I'm so proud of you."

Geto Suguru: Much like Nanami he would be a god send HOWEVER he's an empath so your feelings of pain/negativity may rub off on him 😅 It has been more than 5 hours since you were in labor and your daughter still did not want to come out. The doctor recommended that you lean forward on your bed while standing making the dilation process speed up. "Suguru," you exhaled. "Yes love?" "I can not with her." "What are you talking about?" "She ain't even here and she's already working my nerves." "Babe, don't say that." "I just...why isn't she coming out yet?!" "Baby, look at me." You looked up with tears in your eyes. He can't fault you for your frustrations, he's partially to blame too. Walking towards you he embraced you swaying side to side. "She'll come when she's ready and when she decides to I'll be right here."

Choso: This poor sweet lamb 😅 he's such a nervous wreck he low key doesn't know what to do with himself "Alright hunn' keep pushing, keep pushing!" instructed your doctor. You were squeezing the life out of Choso's hand but he didn't mind, as a mater of fact he was stuck. He saw a head come out and slowly after arms. "That's it! Keep pushing, keep pushing!" You took a huge breath and screamed, not fully registering that Choso was screaming along with you. The doctor didn't seem to mind, this was nothing new to her. She's seen all types of new expectant fathers so for one to be screaming with his wife wasn't an unusual sight. You paused, panting, glancing at your husband. He was panting too when your brain finally registered the low baritone screaming along with you belonged to him. "Pft. Baby was that you screaming along with me?" "Yes," he shyly replied. "Can you give me 2 more pushes hunn'? your doctor asked. You nodded your head, locked eyes with your husband; and as you began to push you both screamed at the top of your lungs.

Toji Fushiguro: Much like Satoru he's a little shit. Not only will he allow you to talk your shit but he'll talk shit back to you 🙄🖕🏽 "Give me one big push." the doctor gently instructed. You took a deep breath, held it, and pushed. Your were gripping Toji's hand for dear life and the motherfucker had the audacity to look bored. "What's with your face?!" "What the hell are you talkin' bout?" "I'm sorry that this isn't entertaining to you." you spat out. "You're making something out of nothing. Stop it." "Or what?" Toji leaned down expertly planting a kiss on your head while whispering, "You don't want to know the answer to that." You scoffed and rolled your eyes, the pressure from Toji's hand tightening around yours. Surprising him, you pulled him towards you by the nape of his sweater, wanting to laugh at how his eyes nearly bugged out of his head if it weren't for the pain. "Baby," you purred. "We're not fucking for a while." He smirked as a new wave of contractions coursed through you causing you to give a tiny push. "We'll see about that."

Ryomen Sukuna: He's trying to be the best supportive husband he can but much like Toji he's talking his shit: to you, the doctor, the staff 🙄 *le sigh* "You almost got it babes I just need one more really big push and he will be out of your way. Can you do that for me babes?" you nodded to your doctor. Sukuna stood there looking pissed. "How long does it take for a baby to come out?" "Kuna! Really?" "I'm just saying all you have to do is push." "All I have to do is push?" you incredulously asked. "All I have to do is push??!! Fuck you dawg! You wanna try pushing a big ass head out of a small hole?! No? Didn't think so! So shut the fuck up. I swear to gawd Kuna-" a wave of pain shot through you as you squeezed Sukuna's hand again. His eyebrow shot up as he slyly said, "I like that look on you, being in pain." Through gritted teeth you say, "Remind me to never let you cum inside of me again."

[angelpregdreams]

short daydream in (1st attempt) 1st pov

content: labor, fpreg, crowning

The ache between my hips screamed at me to rest but I knew that was not likely to happen soon. As if sensing my determination, the two little ones in my belly shifted and nudged my bladder uncomfortably.

"Stop." I mumbled, knowing it wouldn't do anything. The twins wiggling enough for me to pause and hold my belly with one hand and supporting my back with the other. For the last hour they had been restless, far more than normal. And as I had traveled the weight between my hips got heavier. Pressure began to build and it made me want to spread my legs apart in instinct.

I took one step as the twins settled and immediately doubled over, both of my hands wrapping around my middle. A dribble of fluid spilled between my thighs and I inhaled sharply, praying that my labor hadn't started. I still had miles before the next town and I had taken a backroad to avoid any eyes on me. The pressure only grew as I tried to continue on, only getting a few feet before I had to pause and hold the underside of my stomach. It was a feeble attempt to ease the weight that urged her knees apart, even as she stood upright.

"Well, fuck me..." I mumbled, looking up and down the dirt path that barely passed as a road. The twins fluttered under my hand and I sighed, knowing what was going to happen but having a knife of fear rip through my heart. I blinked away tears as I resolved myself, taking measured steps off of the path and dropping my gear behind a tree.

The pressure in my body increased tenfold for a moment and I had to lean heavily against the tree, my body shaking from the intensity of it all.

My breath left me in gasps as I tried to regain some amount of control. I was able to drop my cloak and outer robe to the forest floor, just before plopping down as gracelessly as I possibly could. As soon as I landed, pressure shifted to pain in a flash and I cried out, lifting my ass up off of my clothing as quickly as I could. A sudden squirt of fluid erupted from me, soaking my underwear and the bottom of my slip. I whimpered, the pain not leaving, and the pressure increasing as I slowly lowered myself back down.

Pain wrapped around my middle and I cried out, instinctively bringing my legs up and apart. I shifted so my slip was pulled up and away, letting me spread my legs far apart and leaving my pussy exposed to the elements. The breeze over my warm skin felt nice, giving me a few moments to collect myself.

The pressure returned and I groaned, my body urging me to push and I could not find the strength to fight it.

The pressure was so intense in my core I wasn't sure how deep in the birth canal the first babe was, but I began to sob as I pushed, alone, and vulnerable on the side of the road.

My pussy ached after the first push and I whined before bearing down again. The ache erupted into a burn, and I let out a cry, the pressure of my hole spread so far apart making me unable to voice any words. My back arched, my thighs pulled up as far apart as I could pull them, the burn increasing as the head parted my body even more.

My hips spread to make room for the large babe, and I suddenly cursed the father. Bastard goliath-man. Cunt-eating-bastard goliath-man.

I screamed loudly. My pussy spread apart even farther, the head coming into a proper crown and remaining at my entrance. Every nerve in my body was alight and I shook, even between pushes, feeling every sensation of the large baby as it sat deeply inside of me. I cried out as I pushed again, the head spreading me apart farther and I choked on a sob, knowing I had just started. Both babies would need to be born, and I knew I would have to do it alone.

[rafeslittleangel]

hiii i saw your requests are open and i was wondering, if you have time can i request piss kink with luke castellan or rafe cameron!!! ( i feel kinda embarrassed requesting this but it’s lowkey hot 😭😭) p.s love your writing babes, and take your time!!!

In which Boyfriend!Rafe comes home late from work and finds you in his shirt, unable to keep his hands off.

Warnings: Piss kink, slight overstimulation, daddy kink, sub!reader

A/N: You guys made me so fricking happy with these asks...this is my first smut one-shot with over 1k words, I hope it's up to your liking!

Words: 1.4k

18+ mdni

"Sweetheart..."

Rafe whispered, not wanting to wake you up but God you looked so angelic, so delicate, lying on your stomach as you slept, hands tucked in below your chest to cup your tits so you could be a little more comfortable. Your shirt, technically Rafe's was riding up your legs, exposing the pretty ass that Rafe was addicted to.

You stirred, rolling over, eyes opening to peer into his blue ones.

"Rafe..."

You whispered, small smile growing on your groggy, tired face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He chuckles and places a soft kiss on your lips, fingers stroking your balmy skin.

"Missed you..." You whispered in between kisses. He smiles and kisses down your throat, his hold on your thighs tightening as he spread them apart.

"I missed you too princess..."

You involuntarily pressed your legs together, realizing you had to pee. You loosened yourself from his grasp. "Rafe I need to go to the washroom..."

He smirked. He fucking looked up, smirking like a devil.

"That's too bad baby...." He whispers as he forces your legs apart again, hand slipping to your underwear, caressing your slit over it.

"R-rafe stop..." You squirmed away from him, tightening yourself as you tried not to pee on the bed. "I really need to go..."

Rafe kisses your inner thigh, holding you firmly as he kisses all the way up to your stomach, bringing his hand up to your tummy as he presses down on it. You yelp, tears springing to your eyes at the bursting but oddly pleasurable sensation.

"Rafe please..." You whispered, helpless as a few drops stained your lacy underwear already. Rafe traced the pretty wet spot, biting down on his lip.

"Gotta beg for it baby..."

You whined, hiding your face in your hands as you tried so hard to keep it in. Tears streamed down your eyes.

"Rafe please! I need to go real bad just let me go please-"

"Then go."

Rafe mutters, pulling your panties down to reveal your pussy. He looks at it hungrily, as if he was ready to devour. His grip on your inner thighs stays. He wasn't planning on leaving you.

"You're not letting me go!

You cried put, breathing heavily, tightening your core so that you don't lose control.

"I told you to let go. I didn't say I would let you go..." His shit eating smirk said it all—his fingers playing with your puffy bud while you cried and writhed under his grip, testing his patience. He growled, his hand reaching down to spank your ass.

"Fucking behave slut. You don't want daddy to get angry do you?" He murmured in your ear, licking and biting your ear lobe. Your bottom lip trembled as your eyes filled up with fresh tears.

"I-I'm sorry daddy..." You whisper hoarsely, looking down. Rafe smiles, massaging the spot he spanked you while his other hand comes up to your tummy again, pressing down.

"Come on angel, relax for me will ya? Just let go." He whispers as you screw your eyes shut. When you don't reply, he lets out a sigh.

"Have it your way."

He dug into your pussy, tongue mercilessly sucking and licking, reaching inside your hole while his thumb reached up to rub figure eights on the bundle of nerves bordering your vagina. You screamed, your fingers finding Rafe's hair as the knot in your stomach tightened, your bladder threatening to release its load.

"Rafe!" You whimpered, moving around as he proceeded to shove his finger into your tighetened hole, the cold metal of his gold signet ring providing extra stimulation to your core.

You were close. Dangerously close. And Rafe had never been one to hold back and give you a break.

He came up to press his lips to yours, tongue exploring your mouth, teeth biting your swollen bottom lip as he rammed his finger into you.

"Can my princess take another finger?" You shook your head, shaking for the life of you but he just chuckled, adding another finger to the mix and bringing his face in between your thighs again.

It was too much. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your bladder releasing for a good whole minute, your jucies and your piss mixed, dripping all over Rafe's face as he lapped up the excess from your pussy and your inner thighs. You looked at him, horrified about what you'd done.

"Oh my God..." You whispered, embarrassed, trying to escape the bed and run out but Rafe held you down, coming up to eye level with you.

"Did I say you could move?" He growled pinching your sensitive clit. He rubs his fingers all over your pussy, gathering your juices along with your piss. He puts it in his mouth, licking his fingers clean as he sighs with contentment.

"Tastes so fucking good princess..." You looked up at him in disbelief, your cunt producing more slick as he said those words. Rafe just smirked as he unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard dick, the swollen red tip already leaking precum. He ripped off your (his) shirt from your torso, massaging your tits with one hand before putting his hands on your waist.

"Flip over angel."

You rolled over to your stomach, unsure if you were disgusted by yourself for peeing on Rafe's face or turned on as fuck by Rafe's indulgence and attraction towards it. You decided on the latter, feeling the moisture gather up between your legs. 

Rafe took in a shaky breath, tracing his thumb on your tighter hole above your pussy, wanting so badly to just insert his finger in. But now was not the time. He moved his hand lower, gathering up the slick and groaning.

"So wet for me..." He whispers, bringing his face down to lick up a stripe, causing you to hide your face in the pillow and moan. He comes up, giving his cock a few pumps before he slams into you, no warning. You cry out loudly, gripping the sheets and biting the pillow, screwing your eyes shut when he brings his thumb to mess with your clit.

Rafe groans loudly, your pussy feeling like a fucking wet sauna clinging to his cock as he rammed into you. He grabbed your hair, yanking you so that your torso rose up, your back to his chest.

"Come on angel give me another one yeah? Tell me how it feels, daddy's cock inside your wet, slippery pussy?"

You moaned, Rafe's hand immediately coming down to deliver a smack on your ass when you didn't reply immediately. You whined, hands coming behind to grab his legs as you managed to scream out.

"Feels so good d-daddy! F-feels so full!"

You were breathing heavily, hiccuping as tears slid down your face, contorted in pleasure. Rafe slammed into your pussy harder, repeatedly hitting the spongy spot inside you that made you clench around his cock, gripping on to his thighs.

"I-I'm so-"

You couldn't finish, a loud moan ripping through your body as Rafe presses his fingers on to your clit, rubbing figures to drive you crazy.

"Wanna cum sweetheart? Fuckin' hold it. Wanna cum with you." Rafe groans, nearing his orgasm, thrusts slowing down but becoming harder and knocking the breath out of you each time.

"Is my slut gonna let daddy piss inside of her? Return the favor huh?" 

He rubbed your clit faster and your chest heaved, struggling to speak. "Yes daddy plea-please, I need it!" You cried out, your head falling to the crook of his neck, unable to support yourself anymore.

You reached your second orgasm, so tight around him that he ejaculated his load into you, hot sticky ropes coating your walls. He stayed inside till he filled you up with his urine, yellow liquid mixing with both of your whites. 

You let yourself fall on the pillow, your body feeling like a pile of goo. Your eyelids close with exhaustion, the orgasms having destroyed your senses. Rafe smiled and softly kissed the back of your head, leaving kisses down your back until he finally pulled out, carefully cupping your core in place with his hand.

You hum as you feel his palm on your sensitive pussy, sending excessive stimulation to pulse through your core.

"What are you doing?" You ask tiredly, shuddering as he uses two fingers to shove the liquid that was leaking out back inside your hole. He smiles, bringing the two fingers to his mouth to suck it clean.

"Can't let anything leak out now, can I princess?"

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

The Kings Hostage

i decided to listen to my brain and the people about writing a alternate meeting in season three with Steddie.

Eddie sat impatiently in one of the most uncomfortable chairs he has ever sat in. Afraid that if he stood up someone in the waiting room would quickly steal his seat. But his bladder was screaming at him. (Let's just say, anxiety was not the only thing racing through his body.) That being the reason why he started to decline any beverage offered to him.

Random staff members of the hospital had gone around with a pitcher of water and cups to hand out every other hour or so. Giving many cups to numerous children who were sitting with an older family member who were waiting for any news on someone who had been affected by the mall fire. That was the main story going around about so many people being there. Others on the other hand were there in hopes that some of the unidentified patients were their loved ones. Whom they haven't heard from and knew were going to be in the mall around the time it lit up into flames.

Thankfully Eddie wasn't in the same situation as them. His Uncle, Wayne Munson had been nowhere near the fire. In fact, he had been across town working an overnight shift at one of the numerous factories that lived on the outskirts of Hawkins. That had been a short relief for him before he found out from the front desk that the old man nearly cut his entire fucking finger off with one of the saws like an absolute dumbass.

The second Eddie gets a hold of him he was chewing the man's ear off, who by the way had just promised Eddie that he would stay away from the more dangerous equipment and let one of the younger guys handle it. Or literally anyone who was more qualified for the position.

Leaning forward a bit, placing his elbows on his knees he begins to rub his face feeling very stressed out. Thankfully nowhere close to some in the room currently, who were faintly crying on and off as the reality of the situation hit them. Soft little hiccups being heard through the silence that had settled in once midnight hit. Allowing a few of the younger kids to sleep in silence, and some of the old as well. A silent agreement amongst the whole room.

His stomach was growling, growing more upset as he lets a soft agitated sigh out as he stands up. Feeling his back and legs pop from sitting for so long. If he waits any longer, he was for sure going to piss himself. Sure, it would probably distract everyone from the situation at hand, but it wasn't something he wanted to do.

He moves across the floor, the first person to move within the past couple of hours. He gives a bittersweet smile to one of the front desk ladies when their eyes meet, mouthing a soft bathroom to her before the acknowledgement is quickly ignored again.

Moving through the doors, he heads to the bathroom that was a bit out of the way. The set up was weird but he wasn't going to complain if it means getting out of the waiting room and from the small crowd for a few minutes. Taking a right, he moves opening the door to the bathroom. Glancing at the numerous urinals placed across the wall as he doesn't waste time handling his business. Washing his hands before he begins to throw cold water against his face in hope of two things. Waking up, and to get rid of the sweat that was starting to cause his skin to go sticky.

His hands were currently bundling up a paper towel when the door flies open. Banging against the wall pretty hard as someone throws themselves inside like they were on a mission of some sort.

Eddies eyes open a bit more, this person waking him up more than what cold water could. Not missing the frantic way, the person, obviously a guy quickly shuts the door. Eddies exhausted, so it takes a moment for it to click that the same guy was currently in a blue gown. And if Eddie looked further down his back his ass was very much on full display. Eddie was so close in fact that he could see the slight heart shaped mole that was living on the right guy's ass cheek.

His mouth falls open and shut, about to protest something when the other turns around. Breathing heavily with messy hair and a even more messed up face. Eye lid nearly closed from being so swollen. It takes a longer time for Eddie to process that Steve Harrington was currently standing in front of him then processing the heart shaped mole on his ass.

The guy does not look like he's doing okay, that was at least the third observation he catches. Faintly hearing loud footsteps coming from the hall, as if someone were racing after him. Along with a radio cutting in with an even louder voice.

"Patient from room 420 is on the loose, repeat we have a running patient. Names Steven Amir Harrington -" How fitting, Steve Harringtons middle name literally meant prince. "Is 5'11, brunette with blonde highlights. Approach with caution, patient is showcasing signs of PTSD and unusually high levels of paranoia."

Hearing that, Eddie's eyes grow bigger as he opens his mouth to shout. Before he can though the other is quickly throwing himself forward after locking the door. Hand landing over his mouth, dropping the clothes he had been holding under his arm onto the ground. The light shuffle not causing enough noise to catch the attention of the security guard that literally just walked by. Responding to the call on his walkie, unable to be heard as the man in front of Eddie starts to plead like his life depended on it. And for all Eddie could know it does.

"Please, shh - don't. I just need a minute to get changed and then I'm out of your hair Munson. Please just - just don't say anything. Don't want them to find me." His whisper is low, and each word slurs a bit as Eddie takes a shaky breath from the palm of the others hand. Still not believing that he was being pinned up against the wall by Steve fucking Harrington. Who looks like he lost a bar fight against Andre the fucking giant. But there was something in the other's eyes. A sort of desperation that Eddie can't ignore.

Nodding his head carefully, he decides to do whatever the other wanted. there was no way he was winning a fight against the ex king of Hawkins high.

And holy shit, was the freak currently being held hostage by the ex-king of Hawkins high?

still unsure if I'm going to write more to this, but this is the scene that's been lost in my head a bit. I'm exhausted, but who knows I might add more lmao. If you want to see more just let me know.

[xxetherealsweetheartxx]

Asking COD men to indulge in your piss kink PT.1

I had so much fun writing this (Piss kink duh, nsfw mentioning, mostly crack hcs, they kink shame you)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

☠︎︎ You really wanted to do a hold today, usually, you do them when Simon's not here, but you were so desperate to see how long you'll do this time

☠︎︎ After a few hours Simon did notice you were squirming a bit around while sitting on the couch, watching television with him. He gave a look before returning to his game. Yet he still kept his eyes on you. "Why are you squirming around?" You looked at him nervously before telling him that your holding your pee

☠︎︎"What."

☠︎︎You could only laugh at his reaction, which worsened your hold as you clutch yourself. Breathing deeply you tried calming yourself down. He looked at you as if you had grown a second head before asking again "Why."

☠︎︎ You tried explaining to him that you enjoy the feeling of masturbating with a full bladder and how thrilling it was to see how much and how long you can hold. His eyes bore into your soul as his brows furrowed slightly.

☠︎︎ "Try it! Trust me you-" "NO."

John 'Soap' MacTavish

✩“Steamin’ bloody jesus… Are you actually insane?” Soap glared at you after you had asked him to piss on you. You chuckled slightly at his reaction, before trying to explain, but he was not having none of that.

✩“I am NOT peeing on you. Whatever piss I just had in my bladder, it evaporated away.” You barked out a laugh but he was a hundred percent serious.

✩ His whole view of you shifted at that moment. "I think it's best we stop showering together..." You looked at him surprised considering he's the one always inviting himself to your showers. "Why..?"

✩ "No offence, luv, I don't need you to piss on my leg like a dog with a hydrant"

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

♡ It was a normal evening, your limbs tangled as he played Red Dead Redemption on his PS5. He paused the game, pulling away from you before saying "Be right back, just gotta relieve myself"

♡ "Can I hold your dick while you pee?"

♡...

♡ “You did not just say that…” He muttered as his widened brown eyes stared at you.

♡ You tried to convince him it wasn't weird or anything but he just gave you a look of disgust. "You are insane... subhuman even..." You giggled at his reaction. He made a fake gagging sound to emphasise just how disgusting it was to him.

♡ "Actually I think I'll stay here..." He paused before looking down at you lying on the couch.

♡ "On second thought... I think you'd loved that even more..." He quickly ran the door, locking it, not wanting to risk you weaselling yourself inside and watching him.

♡ After he came back from his break, Kyle just stared at you "Every day I wonder, why the fuck my heart chose you."

[viaoverthemoon]

Can I request some relationship fluff with vendetta Leon. It's just been so long when I have read some good fluff with that man. For some reason people rarely wanna make fluff fanfic for him🥲. So I request you please🙏. It's all upto you what on what scenario you want. Also don't feel pressured to write this. I just really love all your stuff so🥰🥰❤❤❤

Aww this is so cute 💕Thank you for requesting, my love!

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: On a rare lazy rain day, you can't help but think of a few memories ; You and Leon relax on a lazy day and make another memory.

Content: Husband Leon, just a whole lotta fluff on a rainy day!

Enjoy!

Memories

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The moment you woke up this morning and the heavy sound of rain from outside the house had flooded your ears, you knew today would be a lazy day.

And turning to see your husband still in bed next to you only made you happier.

You were reluctant to get out of the bed, but your bladder had other plans. You look over your shoulder at Leon, curled around you with his arms around your waist and fast asleep.

You turn in his arms and move his brown bangs from his eyes, caressing his cheeks and admiring his beauty.

This man, who has been through so much life-threatening trauma physically and mentally, somehow manages to look like a child in his sleep. Well, aside from the light stubble along his jaw.

You think back to the first day you'd met.

He'd spotted you in a coffee shop and approached you with a flirtatious smile.

His pickup lines were so bad, and you honestly tried so hard not to laugh. Although those efforts went right out the window when he went to lean on a wall and knocked over a nearby coat rack. He'd scrambled to pick it up and apologized to the shop owner before turning back to you with flushed cheeks.

How could you reject him after that?

Oh, and then there's when he'd proposed!

He asked you to marry him at a park. But before he could pull the small velvet box out, a child appeared out of nowhere and ran over the back of his leg with a bike.

The mother was mortified and apologized profusely. Leon assured her it was alright (even though he limped for the rest of the day) before returning to you.

Only when he reached for the ring again, the box was gone!

The two of you along with Chris, Carlos, Claire, Jill, and Rebecca, spent all afternoon looking for the ring. But it wasn't there.

Leon was devastated. He looked on the verge of tears as he quietly apologized. But you'd told him it was fine, and a ring is only a ring. You don't need one to ask someone to marry you.

So, he pulled himself together, got down on one knee, and proposed to you without a ring.

Of course, you said yes.

Oh, and the box was on his motorcycle the whole time.

These memories are ones you hold closest to your heart. There's good, and there's bad. There're even moments of in-between.

But the moments of the two of you are forever.

So, you always make the most of what you get.

"Why're you staring at me?"

You blink away the memories and stare into his bright blue eyes.

"No reason..." You shrug and kiss his forehead. "I just love you."

His grip on your waist tightens and he smirks. "I love you too, (y/n)."

He goes to nuzzle into your neck, but you laugh and push him away. "Leon- I have to pee!"

"No."

"If I pee in this bed, you're cleaning it up."

This makes him pause before letting you go.

You laugh and slip from the bed to handle your business as he groans and flops around on the mattress.

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The smell of hot chocolate and vanilla candles wraps around you delicately, like a blanket.

You both sit, you curled against Leon and his arm around you, as the tv plays old cartoons.

"I like making memories with you."

Your words take him by surprise. "Yeah? Well, I like making memories with you too."

You hum and lay your head on his shoulder, fiddling with the rim of your mug.

"We'll keep making memories together, right?"

Leon kisses the crown of your head before laying his head there. "We'll keep making memories for as long as we live."

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This is kinda short, sorry!

I like the idea of Leon just being a silly old man when he's not working. He just needs a break :(

I hope you liked it! Lemme know what y'all think!

-Via 💕

[hyunsvngs]

Omg I did not expect that last post to get so many likes. I have found my piss kink brethren and Juno is our queen haha

I got so excited I mayy have written another one, with Hyunjin this time. Apologies for bombarding your inbox but what do you think? Should I keep going and write more?

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"Hyune?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Can I take some pictures of you?"

You're a photographer so it's only natural for you to notice and capture beautiful sights, and - in your professional opinion - there is nothing in this world more beautiful than your boyfriend.

Hyunjin, however, has always been shy about letting you photograph him. He's laying on his stomach with his long legs stretched out, wearing simple grey joggers and a sleeveless top which shows off the sculpted muscles in his arms. Your eyes linger on the rounded curve of his ass, practically begging to be rubbed, smacked or bitten - you're not fussy. And neither is he.

He lets out a high-pitched groan and buries his bare face in his arms. "Why do you want to take my picture, I don't have make up on."

"You look perfect," you tell him honestly. "You always look perfect. Pleasee baby?"

He's a sucker for praise, he pretends not to like it but you see the colour dust his cheeks and his little smile peeking up through his arms. He finally relents and you run to get your camera.

It doesn't take long for Hyunjin to start enjoying himself. The boy is the biggest exhibitionist you've ever met, he loves being watched by you and it's only when the camera comes out that he gets self-conscious. But you're patient, gently coaxing him to relax, mixing in soft words of encouragement with professional directions about the best angles and poses.

You're pleasantly surprised when he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside without prompting. He bites his plump lips and gazes up at you, his boldness masking the raw vulnerability underneath. Your eyes roam hungrily over his smooth chest and stomach, his rosy nipples and the dark trail of hair disappearing beneath his joggers.

A whimper from Hyunjin pulls your attention and he suddenly presses his thighs together.

"What is it baby?"

Hyunjin only shakes his head, appears to debate with himself for a moment, and then hooks his fingers into his waistband and pulls his joggers and pants down in one go. His gorgeous lean cock springs free and this time it's your turn to whimper.

He immediately presses the heel of his palm against his cock and lets out a louder, more desperate groan. That's when you remember the huge glass of water he drank earlier and realise why he's squeezing his thighs together so tightly.

"Do you have to pee baby?"

Hyunjin's face blazes red and he ducks his head shyly. "Yes."

"Are you going to pee for me?"

This is unchartered territory. Hyunjin has masturbated for you before, tugging his achingly hard leaking cock while you watch until he sprays come all over his stomach - but he's never pissed himself in front of you.

"I-I want to," he admits. "But I'm embarrassed. It's so dirty."

"I like you dirty."

This pulls another whimper. He's gripping the base of his cock so hard you can tell he's about to burst. A small spurt of pee splashes over his hand, as if he can't help himself, and he gasps - half relieved, half mortified.

"Yes that's it, my dirty boy" you tell him, your fingers slipping into your own soaked panties. "Let go."

Whether it's the sight of you touching yourself for him, or because he simply can't hold it any more Hyunjin releases his bladder. An arc of pee gushes from his cock and splashes up onto his stomach while he throws his head back and curls his toes. The man even pisses beautifully.

It's the sexiest fucking thing you've ever seen, but suddenly seeing it isn't enough.

"Stop."

His head snaps up. "W-what-"

"I said stop, Hyunjin."

He obeys, albeit with a cry of discomfort. You know he wasn't even halfway done. You strip yourself naked and walk over to him, abandoning the camera in your fevered need to touch him.

You crawl into his lap, balancing yourself on his hips and pressing your dripping pussy against the tip of his cock. Hyunjin's breath hitches as he realises what you're about to do. He grabs you and pulls you against him.

"Baby, are you sure? I can't hold it-"

"Please Hyune." You brush the hair back from his sweaty forehead. "I need it. I need to feel it inside me. Want you to piss in me, please love."

That's all the warning you give before sinking down onto his cock. Hyunjin screams with pleasure and you feel him erupt, filling your pussy with delicious warmth until it's so full his piss spills out over both of your legs.

He clings to you the whole time, alternating between loud moans and capturing your lips in desperate kisses while his body trembles beneath you.

It feels so unbelievably good you think you might actually pass out. By the time he finally finishes, you're both shaking and so turned on that he doesn't even pull out - he just fucks you hard until you come screaming his name.

-😺 anon

THOUGHT I WOULD POST THIS RN CAUSE I JUST HAD AN ANON ASKING DOR MORE FROM U… SO SEXYYYYY U R INSENANDNEE