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prettyboykatsuki · 5 months

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Fang… *crawling, covered in dirt, on my last moments* Fang… I beg……….. bottom megumi……. Possibly fucking him so good he… p…p……… piss— *coughs and dies* sorry… can’t carry on……..

- definitely not a certain mutual who is a religious devotee of the bottom megumi agenda…

✮ tags ; piss, overstimulation, bottom + trans!megumi (referred to w the word pussy/cunt), top + gn!reader

Megumi feels his shame curl up in his chest.

The sensation starts in his waist, where his whole body shakes to accommodate the stretch of your cock. It's too big, too much - and the roll of your hips is so painfully eager. There's a sharp precision underneath the mess of thrusts, and even more - a burning desire to make him a mess.

He only knows this because you tell him so often. Let his first name curl off of your lips in a coo, your hands on his waist or grabbing his shoulders to press your thumb into them. You'll whisper it against his neck with your hand splayed on his body.

"Let me make a mess of you baby," Soft and low and deep "Promise it'll make you feel good."

Megumi always lets you get away with too much. He won't admit it's because devoted to you, obsessed with you, crazy to the point of madness. Megumi wants your attention no matter the cost, and he wants you to have his way with him. He likes when you want him, so he lets you do anything you please.

Even when it's embarrassing like it is now. So embarrassing it's shameful. Makes him want to hit you, or run away - disappear so completely so he never has to face the music.

Your voice takes his thoughts to a tender halt. "You're so pretty baby," And suddenly, he wants to endure it a little longer.

He's shaking. He doesn't remember how long you've been at this, only that you teased him for so long he started pawing at you. Everything you do is cruel. Just earlier, you had him bent over in your lap fingering his pussy until it was soft enough for him to take. You never let him cum.

You never let him do anything until he begs.

And then he did beg. Betrayed himself and begged you to fuck him, and so you do. Sat him on your cock and did nothing but fuck him and toy with him and tease him.

And he's cum too many times to even think anymore. He wants to run away from how it makes him feel. He can hear the way his pussy sounds from how long you've stretched enough, so wet he's pushing you out. The sensation is making his nerves tingle, his stomach tighten from need.

"S-stop," He croaks, his voice thick - nails digging into your back "I'm gonna—shit, please."

The words don't register, he thinks at first - but he can feel you smile into his shoulder.

"What is it sweetheart?"

"I'm gonna pee on you if y-you don't stop." He tries his best to sound mad, but even he knows he just sounds desperate. You put your hands up under his knees and fold him up further. He gasps, chokes and stares at you blank.

"Then do it," Your voice echoes soft in his ear, a sadism to your words that makes Megumi clench.

"It's embarrassing, asshole."

"But you want it right? It'll feel better if you let it out," Suddenly your hand pushes on his lower belly between your bodies. He cries out involuntarily, trying to choke out the noise "Want me to keep fucking you don't you?"

He nods shamefully and you laugh.

"Then let it all out," And you push harder, hard enough to prompt it. His lower half sags in relief, the warm sensation flooding the sheets beneath you. It feels good, makes him feel relief he's never known and mixes with pleasure he couldn't fathom "Just like that. Good boy."

Megumi feels your free hand cradle his cheek, peppering kisses on his face before he squeezes you tighter. He lets you get away with too much.

#return to sender #piss cw #im so h-word about this guy dsjsd #im(prompt)u game #<- tag for these #megumi x reader #writing tag

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pupyr0arz · 22 days

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for 141 kink headcanons I come to you on my hands and knees. Piss kink 🥺🥺 please sire 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

you worm.

Price: completely shameless and pretty practical about it. Figured it out and indulged a lot in his teens. Into it as a tie in to a scent kink, likes ‘marking’ in the shower or part of Roleplays,

soap: pranking and fucking around going too far. More outdoorsy about it, likes getting pissed on and pissing on people. Would drink it honestly. A release is a release. Pissing while he’s getting fucked is enough to make him glassy eyed at the thought.

Gaz: more into denialism here. Doesn’t like getting pissed on, but pissing himself or on you. Forcing him to hold it is a kink and he’s extremely bashful about it but shamefully very, very hard, likes the painful aspects if you push it.

ghost: likes controlling your bladder. Would want to hold your dick (if) while you do it, has a vague fascination with just general input and output with the human body and controlling everything that comes out of you (cum, words, etc) down to piss gets him hot and bothered.

roach: okay he’s into it because it’s gross I’m gonna be honest. Likes getting pissed on and pissing on you, especially both at the same time, likes how filthy it is and loves to try and embarrass you. Wants to piss on you, fuck you until you piss on him, and then piss on you again, would probably roll around in it, the freak.

#anon you’re evil. I respect that but I also have to banish you to hell immediately #notsafeforworkers #piss cw #youvd been warned #cod #cod x reader #price #ghost #soap #gaz #roach #askme #anon #piss anon I will find your house and burn it down./lh #I’m /neutral on piss honestly but I think it’s a very funny thing to be into

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wyllsravengard · 2 months

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

#z.gen #sorry im really deep in cowboy hell but where is some respect for my goat #piss cw

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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Ahhhhhh zhongli and omorashi. God he'd be so patronising, the faux sweetness the cajoling, the hand pressing against your abdomen as he tells you to be good and hold it. Pressing harder and acting surprised when you whine and gasp and tell him that's making it worse. He'd be so so so disappointed when you fail

cw: omorashi, piss kink, etc. reader is afab but no pronouns are used, 'cunt' is used, reader is called 'darling'.

You had thought nothing of it when Zhongli had chuckled, ran a finger up your throat and tipped your chin back to pour the wine into your mouth. It's like him to take care of you in such ways; feed you bites from his plate, rearrange the way fabric lays on you or wipe a stray smudge of dirt from your cheek. You hadn't thought anything, as you'd sat on his lap and been coddled and had his mouth brush your jawline and your wine-stained lips and he had continued to alternate pours of wine and water into your willing mouth.

His arm is strong around you, his lap warm and comforting and familiar - his chest and stomach rock hard and unyielding. You had let him touch you and kiss you and let you drink from his hand right up until you'd felt the familiar tug behind your navel - and then, you'd squirmed a little, sighing.

"Zhongli," you'd murmured against his ear. "I need to . . . let go of me for a moment."

"Hmm?" Those golden eyes had met your own, a slight tilt to his lovely mouth. "Darling? What's wrong?"

He shifts, bringing his knee to rest between your thighs. It almost knocks the breath out of you - you do indeed have a far more pressing concern, but you can also admit that there is always a certain carnal thrill in being in Zhongli's lap and being so spoilt and petted by him. If it were not for the the pressure you could feel building inside of you, you would perhaps have enjoyed the press of his knee against your heated, sensitive core a little more. But you do have that pressure calling out for attention, and so your face simply scrunches.

"Let me off," you mumble petulantly. "I need to . . . I need to go . . ."

Zhongli tilts his head to one side. A gloved hand comes to capture your chin, his thumb brushing over your lower lip as he keeps your face captive and your gaze pinned to his.

"Come on," he cajoles, his voice smooth and sonorous like honey pouring from a jug. "You know you can tell me anything. Why do you want to leave me, just as things are beginning to take a turn for the . . . interesting?" He flexes his thigh beneath you, the insinuation clear - and your breath catches in your throat at the reminder of his strength. Of what the sleek muscular body beneath the well-tailored and elegant clothes is capable of. Your hand comes up to clutch at his lapel, a soft whine escaping your mouth against your will. You press your hot cheek against the peek of skin at his throat.

"I need the bathroom," you mumble, cheeks flaming. You don't want to have to get off of his lap, of course you don't! There's nowhere in the world you'd prefer to be, and you certainly wouldn't abandon Zhongli when he gets into one of these moods if you could help it--

But instead, you hear a slight hitch in Zhongli's breath. Another flex of his thigh, this one slightly less calculated - and then, Zhongli chuckles, low and amused again.

"Darling," he says to you, and . . . you almost think there's a note of something sticky-sweet and condescending in it - but why would Zhongli act like that right now? "Come now. Surely you can hold it in for me?"

His other arm - the one not about your weight - moves from where it is casually laid over the arm of his chair. Gloved hands curve up your leg, to your hip, to your waist. You bite down on your lip at the soft and yet authoritative touch - it is the kind of touch he usually gives you when he has a certain something on his mind.

"Zhongli," you breathe again, squirming in his lap. "Please--"

A click of his tongue; a lightly admonishing 'tsk' sound that makes a shudder run up your spine. He moves the hand again, letting it curve on your stomach, right over your bladder. He gives the gentlest push upon it, and you squeak as you feel your body give an answering complaint. Pressure building inside of you at Zhongli's gentle prodding.

"D-don't do that--!" Your voice is a helpless, outraged little thing. Zhongli chuckles again, and gives another gentle push, this time flexing his thigh muscle against you once more so you feel the pressure from both sides.

"Be good and hold it in for me," he breathes, low and dark, and this time the sweetness has faded into something you recognise more thoroughly - arousal. He's . . . enjoying you being at his mercy. Enjoying the way you keep looking at him and the pout of your lips and the soft noises that keep falling from your lips. "You can do that for me, can't you? For your Archon?"

A frustrated huff escapes from your mouth. How unfair of him to invoke that now, of all times - when he knows ordinarily you'd do anything for him.

"I d-don't know if I can," you admit, and Zhongli tilts his head once more and gives you a look that you think is supposed to be sympathetic but comes across rather more calculating.

"Here," he murmurs, and he shifts the hand on your stomach to your immense relief - but then, his palm moves downwards, to just above your pelvis. And slowly, slowly, with more force than before - he presses down. "Let me . . . assist with your discomfort, darling."

You shift, whining, whimpering, tears springing to your eyes in a mixture of humiliation and something that you don't want to admit, licking at the very edges of your consciousness. You cannot get comfortable on his lap, though - not with his knee trapped between your thighs, not with the way your body is twisting up inside of yourself as you try to hold it in, not with the need that pulls at you with every beat of your heart.

"Th-that's making it worse--" You're gasping now, barely able to force words out through your throat.

(You like it, you think, and that makes you feel even more ashamed and humiliated. You like being at his mercy like this. You like the way he speaks down to you just a little bit, the concerned look on his handsome face, being utterly helpless to do anything other than squirm and gasp and whine and whimper).

"Oh, darling," Zhongli murmurs. You're pulled against him - and then, suddenly, those same gloved fingers are working at your waistband, pushing past it. You realise what he's going to do with a hot flush of want and fear - and Zhongli gives you a moment to protest, if you don't want it.

Golden eyes meeting yours - a moment passing between you. You give an audible swallow, and avert your gaze, and Zhongli lets out a satisfied noise as those same fingers work themselves beneath the band of your underwear and brush over your mound, down and down until leather presses against your swollen, overheated clit.

"That's right," Zhongli practically purrs into your ear. "Look at how much you want it, darling. Look how good you're being for me. I knew you wouldn't let me down. Stay there and let me take care of you like I always do--"

He slowly, slowly, inexorably slowly draws a circle over your clit, making sure your slick wets the pad of his glove as he does it. You whimper, that same whisper of need inside of you increasing threefold at the sudden touch on such a sensitive part of your body, the sensations of pleasure ebbing against your insides frustratingly similar to the sensation of being just about to release yourself.

"That's it," Zhongli whispers. "You can hold on for me. Mm. I'll make you feel so good if you do, little thing . . ." You feel small against him like this; small and coddled and protected and also, uncontrollable. A sob escapes your throat as Zhongli's fingers slide into a rhythm - as the slick noises of him toying with your swollen nub echo in your ears. "You're doing so well."

Your fingers clutching at him still. Your body, all hot and wanting and confused. Need, licking at every sense you have; need to let him touch you, need to come, need to let go. You're easy to rile up. Zhongli is torturing you with every touch, every caress, every kiss against your throat and your jawline that he's lavishing on you in between his comforting, congratulating noises.

"Can't do it," you breathe out, gasping, squirming, hot. Sweat rolls down your spine. All of your insides have twisted up into knows until you can't tell what's need to come and what's need to relieve yourself. Your voice is keening and whimpering as you manage to force out of your dry throat; "Zhongli, please, 'm going to--"

"It's alright," he murmurs. "You can come for me. That's what you're going to do, isn't it? Good. Let yourself enjoy it. I told you you could hold it in."

All of the twisting inside of you; the knots and ropes of wanting to come and wanting to release and humiliation and shame and desire and need . . . all of them tangle around one another until you cannot tell where one ends and one begins. All you know is that you need to alleviate the pressure - and, all at once, you do. You feel yourself lose control of your bladder at the same time as you come, whining and moaning and shaking and shivering in Zhongli's arms as warmth spreads all over your inner thighs at the same time as crests of your orgasm wash over you. You know you must have ruined his trousers and fine suit, and even so you're shuddering and sobbing as it happens, the sensation unlike anything you've experienced before--

And Zhongli, beneath you, goes stiff.

The hand against your clit slows, but he doesn't withdraw it in disgust even though your release must too have gotten all over his gloves. There's a wet noise as you shift, sniffling - and then, Zhongli speaks.

"Oh, my," he says - his voice half faux disappointment and half a mounting excitement. There's a catch in his normally perfectly smooth and even voice that makes your cunt clench around nothing, even despite the hot flush of shame-and-arousal that still soaks into your bones. "Darling . . . Oh. You've made an awful mess, haven't you?"

He shifts you on his lap - and with that shift, your hip presses just so against his crotch. His crotch . . . where two cocks press tightly against his placket, stiff and hot and wanting and clearly not at all put off by what just ocurred here.

"I-I'm sorry," you breathe, hiccuping in between tears. Zhongli's other hand slides down your spine, thumb tracing a delicate line.

"Poor thing," he murmurs. "Don't worry . . . let's get you to the bedroom, and then we'll work out exactly what punishment you deserve."

#writing #not sfw text #genshin impact posting #drabble #omorashi cw #piss cw #unsanitary cw #zhongli x reader

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cowboycakes · 1 year

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W for Jolyne

WATERSPORTS WITH JOLYNE CUJOH

warnings: piss kink. shower sex. beach sex.

wc: 150

dirty a-z headcanons list

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

jolyne has a habit of holding it in, even though she knows she's had to pee for a long time. she loves the little heartbeat it gives her in her clit. she'll ask you to push on her lower tummy when her bladder is nice and full. it gives her butterflies. she would be down to have sex in a prison shower, and she'd prob ask if she can piss on you in there. being a floridian, she's also down to fuck on the beach. the two of you wait until the sun goes down, the moon comes out and the majority of the beach-goers have gone home. then you'll tangle yourselves in the extra towels and blankets she brought atop the warm sand. its actually pretty romantic.

#jojos thirsty adventure #jolyne <3 #jolyne cujoh smut #jolyne smut #jolyne x reader #jjba smut #tw: piss #tw: piss kink #piss cw

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carnivorousyandeere · 7 months

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

Hehehe 😇

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

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

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

And Giuliana’s just kinda mean tbh 😭

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

#mail 📬#oc Penny #oc Gia #oc giuliana #mdni #nsft #yandere smut #piss tw #piss cw #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw

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jessrosedraws · 1 year

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Nasty man, Arthur Morgan

uncropped version available on patreon

#this hair/beard combo gives him a whole different vibe #a nasty vibe #in a good way #rdr2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 arthur #nudity #uncropped version available on my patreon #piss cw #i'm really proud of this background lol #art #rdr2 art

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cyancherub · 1 year

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u say ur abt to pee when aki is fucking into u and he gets stars in his eyes

LORD HAVE MERCYYYDJFJH imagine his big hand pressing on ur stomach.. IM SICK

#thotbox #thotmail #piss cw #akirot #OH GODKDJJKF

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eveweak · 21 days

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

#im high. sorry #piss cw #/shitpost

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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years

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don’t hold it | m. fushiguro

★ tags ;; 18+, piss, dubcon-ish(consent is implicit but he is tipsy), alcohol, implied sub!megumi, humiliation and shame, a handjob, public-ish sex (they're in an alley), gn!reader, age gap / power imbalance, aged-up characters, tsundere!megumi

★ wc ;; 2.1k (GOODBYE!!!!)

★ a/n ;; i started writing this in nov of last year and it was only like 400 hundred words. how did this even happen. i dont even want to talk about it,

★ synopsis ;; your offer to megumi does bad things to his head. he really should never drink alone with you.

Megumi doesn’t like to drink often.

Partially because he’s well aware that drinking with you is a little dangerous. When he’s tipsy with his guard down, you tend to mess with him a little more than he likes. You always get off on teasing him. It’s in character for you to do so, to the point he's expecting it every time you hound him for a drink or two.

Aside from that, he doesn’t like not being in control of himself. Alcohol is good for people like Yuuji or Nobara who like getting loose. Their personalities aren't reserved to begin with so the extent to which they can humiliate themselves is limited. But Megumis always been reserved at best. He likes to keep quiet, make sure no one is paying too much attention to him and be in his own space.

So, his decision to go drinking tonight wasn’t really his. It’s Yuujis birthday and after some light-hearted accusation about being a bad friend, he was eventually convinced to go. Begrudgingly, he tells him that he’ll be in attendance. He only finds out you’re going after the fact - likely a purposeful decision on his best friends behalf.

His relationship to you is complicated. You’re three years his senior and above him in pay grade, so he’s supposed to be a respectful junior to you. It's not that Megumi doesn't respect you, you're good enough at your job that you've earned some bare minimum respect.

He address you with the correct honorifics and looks to you for advice and critique on his own moves. You two have similar curse techniques so it's a pretty natural thing.

Really, if it wasn't for your need to pick on him - Megumi can't find any faults with your character. Objectively he knows that. You're a little bit all over the place but you're a good senior to have. But he's really a little wary of you no matter what anyone says. You've given him plenty of reason to be.

Megumi can't answer whether or not he likes you. He thinks he does, but the way you always manage to make him squirm is not an entirely pleasant experience. He doesn't know how to react to your cheeky flirty other than flat-out rejection. You know that he's not really rejecting you though, that his prickly engagement is just a sign of tolerance. Maybe even enjoyment, and your ability to see through that always makes him feel a little dizzy.

So, he avoids you. He hasn't been able to unpack that and he doesn't plan too any time soon.

He's managed to make it outside for a breath of fresh air, scurrying away from you before you finished making greetings. You always sit next to him at outings, and now that he's officially tipsy - he can't imagine it going well.

He leans on a wall. The cold night air makes a wave of goosebumps appear on his skin. He's never been to this bar before so he doesn't have any idea where the bathroom is. It's a little crude but he thought maybe he could find a patch of grass and go out there.

A familiar voice breaks him out of his train of thought.

"Woah, Fushiguro," You peek your head out of the door before popping in "What are you doing out here?"

Of course you would show up when he's explicitly trying to avoid you. He sighs.

"I'm trying to get away from all the noisy people inside." He says flatly, looking away.

You step outside and trot next to him, hands in your pockets. Flashing him a smile, you laugh softly.

"Aw, you're talking about me, aren't you? Not nice."

Your scolding is faux sincere. Megumi fights a smile back like it'll cost him his life, sighing and purposefully turning away from you. Instead of taking the hint, you get up on your tip toes and hover over his shoulder.

"Whatcha looking at?"

"Nothing. Why are you out here?"

"So cold," You tut, before backing away "I came out here for a smoke break. You?"

He frowns.

"Quit smoking," He says first, rubbing his temple "I came out here cause I couldn't find the bathroom."

"Oh, so ya need to piss? Decided to take it to the great outdoors huh?"

His frown deepens, eyebrows and expression pinched in irritation.

"Stop being weird. If you know that, then smoke somewhere else."

An expression crosses your face that makes Megumi nervous. He can't count on his hands how many times he's seen. Right before you get on your antics, your eyes look darker than normal. You're unusually mischievous, a soft lilt to the way you speak - mouth twisted in a smirk.

"Don't wanna." You say cheerily, a pleasant expression "Are you tipsy, Fushiguro?"

"What's it to you?"

"I don't wanna harass a drunk person."

"So you know it's harassment," He says, annoyed. You shrug him.

"Mm, maybe? You never push me away, though. Always let me do what I please with you."

He doesn't have anything to say to that. A flush is creeping on his neck, warm and unpleasant and squirmy. He clicks his teeth and looks away, arms crossed over his chest.

"Why are you saying it like that? You're my superior so obviously it's an abuse of power on your end and not mine."

"You make me sound like a criminal, you know."

"You are one."

"So stubborn," You whistle, getting up close to him. An inch between you, no more - no less "You don't hate it do you?"

"You're so annoying."

"And you're so dishonest, Fushiguro." The sweetness in your voice doesn't disappear despite everything. Megumi covers his face with his hand, a bad habit.

"Shut up."

"Mhm, okay." You ease back just a little. Megumi dutifully ignores the thumping in his chest - heartbeat against his ribs. "Do you still need to go?"

He looks at you confused.

"Yeah?"

"I'll help you."

His eyes widen.

"What the hell are you saying?"

"You're tipsy, aren't you? What if you miss your aim and get it on your pants huh? And it's dark." You offer, flimsily "I'll hold it and help you aim."

He doesn't like that he twitches. He hates the way his body is reacting to you all at once - like a storm. The smell of alcohol on your breath and perfume, the warmth of your body, your proximity. Megumi feels so conscious of you, he can't stand it. Can't stand the way all the blood rushes south at the way you're basically asking to touch his dick.

"...You're out of your mind." He whispers, voice hushed and hoarse. Your smile flickers on your face.

"That a no? You can say no." You offer as a peaceful middle ground. A chance to back out, something you always do for him. It's part of the reason he has a hard time with you.

"...I d-don't...That's—What are you...?"

"Fushiguro," You practically purr, voice thick with lust. His body is so hot "Can I help you?"

"...Do whatever you want." He offers, unable to swallow his pride. You take it as permission, like he expected. A small part of him, deep down, is relieved that you didn't make him say yes. He doesn't want to unpack that yet.

Instead of saying anything else, you move towards the other end of the bar in an alley - further away from the door and out of the way of people. He follows you hesitantly. With your back against the wall, you look up at him. There's just enough light to make out your features, smug as always.

Your hands don't hesitate when the reach for the front of his pants. He can feel himself twitch, fighting an erect. He takes a deep breath, as your fingers fiddle with the zipper and button of his jeans.

He can feel his expression pinch again, strained jaw as your hands so easily touch him. His.. soft cock and him. It's vulnerable. He needs to go but you're humming to yourself as you pull down the front of his boxers.

"You're so pale," You muse, fingers tracing his navel - brushing against the hair he's left trimmed "You have a mole on your hip. How cute."

Every muscle in his body is tense trying to keep his head afloat. The tension is so thick, it makes him sick. You look pleased with yourself, perfectly calm but obviously excited. Megumi feels his forearms press against the wall as his knees nearly buckle.

"Still needa go, hm?" You say, pulling down his boxers until his cock is fully out. He's nearly hard, just barely there. You drag your finger down his length while it's soft and he chokes on air "You should do it on the wall, then. I'll get behind you,"

Megumi feels his body prickle with heat as you stand behind him, just as you promise. Your head pokes out from one side of him, while your hand slips underneath his thin sweater. Goosebumps appear all over his body, your fingers barely scrape his skin.

"You're so soft," You say warmly, hot breath on his spine "So pretty."

Megumi feels your hand reach in the front of his boxers and wrap around his shaft. Everything else goes blank other than the fact you're touching him, and your hands are soft and your voice is so quiet and so smooth. He can feel the erection he'd been trying to suppress hit him with full force as you squeeze his cock to your hearts content.

"You're getting hard." You note, if only to humiliate him slightly. "Are you pent up?"

"Please shut up." He nearly begs. You giggle.

"Okay, okay," You shift your hand a little, looking at the wall. You really intend to help him and not just ruin his day a bit. The realization unsettles him "Just let go when you're ready, 'kay?"

Every word he wants to say is escaping him. Humiliation and shame flood his entire body, sweeping over him in a tide. His body final releases at the sound of your words, as if on command. A warm sensation of relief overwhelms him, the sound of it hitting the concrete under him making his brain feel staticky.

He's so embarrassed he can't even open his eyes. He's so aware of what's happening he wants to crawl in his skin. Even more so at the feeling of your body behind him, your head pressed against his back - the little sigh you do as he releases. He's getting hard in your hand again - even harder than before.

"Feeling better?" Your voice comes out like a coo, condescending but full of adoration "You're almost completely hard. Did it feel good to let go?"

When the last of his stream stops, he finds himself mortified at how painfully turned on he is. Even more so by the feeling of your hand. You spit into your other hand, dripping the spit onto his cock quickly before the one already touching it gives it a hard stroke. He chokes out on a moan, a shiver crawling up his spine. His whole body is tingling, pressure forming in his skull. The knot in his stomach is wrapped tight, surely because of your fist in the loop.

"I-it's dirty." He chokes, forehead touching the wall in front of him. He can feel it in his stomach, shamelessly responding to your touch as you stroke his stiff cock. Was he always such a pervert?

"Then it's okay to get it more dirty," You say softly, pressing a kiss to his back "We can't go inside like this, can we?"

He's shaking hard, a whimper falling from his lips unintentionally. It feels so fucking good. Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's the fact its your hand. The one he's been picturing for months and months, wrapped around his shaft and stroking him so slowly. The fact that you're in public - only a few feet away from the bustle of the city. This is special attention no doubt. He can't help but like it.

He doesn't know why he's so turned on that he's panting. He's not like this normally. He has more pride than that, but right now - he's bathed in shame and desire. All he can do is let your fist wrap around his cock like he's always wanted. Nothing else is viable.

"You're twitching." You inform, giggly "Will you cum for your senior, Fushiguro?"

"Fuck, fuck."

He cums into your fingers in a hot flash. You catch it all in your palms, just over the tip as his stomach clenches hard. A wave of euphoria leaves his whole body ragged, sobering him up completely as his erection finally settles again. He's so dazed from the experience, he hasn't moved an inch. Your voice startles him.

"You did well," You say pleasantly, removing your hand. He turns to face you. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you smile "Now, do you have a tissue?"

He shivers.

"Y-yeah," He says, reaching for his pocket "And call me Megumi."

#piss cw #writing tag #megumi x reader #megumi smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #i dont even wanna talk about it

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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year

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ok but... what kinds of watersports, haley. the people need to know

(also thank you for posting piss kink thoughts)

OKAY... HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS...

wet & messy play and/or likes being pissed on: gorou, xiao, childe

likes pissing on their partner: kaeya, yae miko, childe, tighnari, gorou, cyno

piss drinker, extremely embarrassed & horrendously down bad about it: diluc (you'll have to pry it out of him.)

piss drinker, no shame: childe, xiao

likes to piss in their partner's mouth: yae miko, kaeya, tighnari, childe, sara

likes pissing inside: kaeya, childe, tighnari, diluc

likes being pissed in: childe, diluc, kaeya

many thoughts about pee on this blog

#not sfw #genshin impact.txt #piss cw #unsanitary cw

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ravengards-rogue · 2 months

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s-since you brought it up..

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

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

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

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

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

#guild gossip #zero.halsin #piss cw #ive talked abt piss like twice on this blog already help dfjdkj

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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that post of yours where tighnari is a lil freak and fucks into your used panties lives in my head rent free it reprogrammed my brain so much i forgot its not canon that he's an incognito weirdo and referenced it while talking to my friend like it was a voiceline or sth kskdksjdks pls do you have any other pervnari thoughts feel free to share

here are my personal little freak tighhnari thoughts: (cw: marking, animalistic behaviour, scent kink, piss kink, public play, blood, heat cycles).

incredible sense of smell that is heightened all the more by just how good you smell and how good he knows you'd taste; he can tell when you're turned on by fifty paces and it makes him want to get onto his knees and bury his face between your thighs and breathe you in until he's dizzy with it. and yes, by extension, this means sometimes he can't help himself but take things that have been close to you that have soaked through with your scent and use them to enhance his experience of self-pleasure. your used underwear, sure (that provides the most potent experience), but it can extend to clothes you've exercised in, a towel you've used, the blanket he wrapped around you one night when you fell asleep at his table--

marking kink. he wants to bite you; he wants to mark you out as his, dig fangs and claws and scratch and bite and bruise and have people look at you and know that you belong to someone. you're his. in the same vein, he feels like he wouldn't mind at all if you were to do the same for him. bite him. scratch your nails down his back and you'll hear him start panting, see his eyes flash, the wild light of being challenged in his eye. he wants it, but he also wants to be dominant over you, and the tussle that will happen in that vie for dominance gets him going.

and, too, he wants to get his scent all over you. it's all very well if you wear things of his, if he rubs his scent on you . . . but there are other ways of scenting you that get him going. perhaps he has a little bit of a piss kink, in the 'claiming you as his' sense. perhaps he loves the idea of you walking around all day with his cum dripping down between your thighs, or drying uncomfortably on your skin beneath your clothes. seeing you utterly naked but for his cum or his piss . . . oh, that's enough to have him on you in moments.

animalistic play; and sometimes, that means having his way with you in the forest because his heat has been triggered unexpectedly. he doesn't care who sees you and him in these moments (though outside of them he does try and retain a little of his authority). as far as he's concerned, anyone seeing him bending you practically in half and rutting into you like an animal in the middle of the avidya forest had it coming, and at least now they know that you belong to him.

#nat.txt #not sfw text #genshin impact posting #piss cw

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