#omorashi fic

[pee-king-duck]

Oh my God, I had an idea and I'm not sure if it's been done before but

Link omorashi - gloom hands edition.

■ The gloom spawn scaring Link when he's already desperate, and he ends up having an accident while trying to escape

■ Link is just about to relieve himself in a bush or secluded area when the gloom spawn appears, scaring the piss outta him.

》Maybe he tries to run away, quickly pulling his pants up and trying not to leak as he runs.

》Or, maybe he's so desperate he accepts his fate and the gloom spawn spreads under his feet as his puddle of piss pools over the gloomy substance.

■ Or, what if he is desperate and the gloom hands grab a hold of him? He squirms and tries to free himself, whilst also trying not to let go of his bladder's contents.

》Perhaps he wriggles and writhes enough to free himself just in time,

》Or maybe the hands squeeze too hard around his bulging bladder. Maybe he just lets go and pees all over himself and all over the gloom hands. Only then, the gloom hands release him and turn into dark clumps either out of embarrassment or perhaps the pee neutralised them!

Just fun scenarios to think about~

Feel free to add more!

#omorashi #omo #omorashi fic #pee pants #zelda omo #zelda omorashi #link omorashi #link omo #zelda #tears of the kingdom

[homo-rashi]

The Girls Dorm (an omo fic)

Chapter 1 : Meeting (Read it on Ao3)

Aspen, for the life of her, could not figure out why her dorm situations had been changed so last minute. Her dad rushed in holding a fat, thick letter, worried it was something to do with her sports scholarship falling through, only for it to be a letter from the head of housing, informing her that her two-person dorm was being changed to a four person accommodation suite.

“This might work out in your favor, Honey.” Aspen's dad said, digging the letting out from the kitchen trash so she could actually read it word for word, After Aspen read the first few lines and immediately decided the rest of the latter was pointless, because she was annoyed and somewhat pissed.

“What if they only did this so all the poor, scholarship charity cases are together, away from all the stupid rich elite students.” Aspen frowned, She couldn't think of any other reason they would change her roommate situation, three days before she is set to roadtrip out to her new university.

“You know that's not the case, and you're not a charity case! You're a prized athlete who worked hard for that scholarship, so enough of that.” Her dad paused, reading farther into the letter, “The new dorm you're getting is bigger, you have your own kitchen and…bathroom.” He said, making Aspen’s cheeks immediately flush at what he was insinuating.

“Dad! I told you…I'm in college now! That's not going to be an issue anymore.” Aspen sighed, she was really, really hoping to not have this conversation with anyone, let alone her dad before leaving.

“I'm just saying honey, Just last week you-”

“Yes! And it was a fluke! I'm practically an adult now, and adults don't…have that issue.” Her dad gave her a sympathetic smile, a sight she is used to seeing and handed the letter back to her,

“Just, maybe don't get so upset. Having more roommates might be fun.” Aspen offered a half smile back to her dad, deciding that now she has to completely rethink her dorm decorating plans before she set off on their drive Monday morning.

***

Monday morning came and went and Aspen was and is still the only person occupying one of the two rooms in their dorm…Or more like, apartment.

Unlike the original dorm photos that were sent in the brochures when Aspen was accepted into Trader University, Lined with old, blue carpeting, Her whole dorm was lined with shiny, soft oak wood floors, Even the bathroom had a fancy, subway tile versus whatever monstrosity the communal dorms she was not looking forwards to had.

The bedrooms were larger than she was expecting. The typical dorm furniture that was expected, feels small in the spacious room, one whole wall being floor to ceiling windows overlooking the quad. Two large, well, large for University standards, closets take up one wall of the room, and two twin beds take up the respective other walls.

Aspen, not really feeling ready to venture out and explore the new city surrounding the university by herself, has taken the time all morning to unpack her thinks, make her bed up just how she likes and needs it to be and place a grocery order curtasity of her dad’s generosity so she had some food in their (very lovely) french door stainless steel refrigerator.

Just as Aspen was thinking about putting said groceries to use and making lunch, the electronic lock on the door into her dorm clicked, starrling her enough she had to cross her legs for a moment.

“Hello?” a thick accented voice echoed through the minimally furnished common area.

“Hello? I'm in the kitchen!” Aspen called back, to who she assumed was one of her three other roommates.

“Holy crap! We have a kitchen? Oh my fucking god, Is that a flat screen tv!?” The tall, black haired girl quickly abandoned her two large purple suit cases in the hallways, running into the living room and sitting down on the simple gray sectional that was there when Aspen arrived, along with a large flat screen mounted on the wall.

“Yeah, I was pretty shocked when I saw it too.” Aspen said, awkwardly. Not really sure how to introduce herself,

“Shocked is an understatement!” The girl got up from the Sofa and walked over to the bar, sitting down on one of the provided black leather bar stools. “Whatcha makin?” She asked, Aspen picks up on her accent again, this time she almost thinks it's Australian, but not quite what she is used to hearing Australian influencers she follows sound like.

“Just a salad, I got some groceries for us to use until we all get settled in, You want me to make you one?” Aspen asks, pointing her knife to the onion she is currently chopping.

“Nah, but thank you though! I ate at the airport, I'm Sydney, by the way.” Sydney shot out her hand, Aspen set her knife down and shook it, noticing instantly that the girls grip is strong,

“Aspen. Hey, Do you play sports by any chance?” Aspen asked, feeling like her handshake is somewhat telling.

“Yes mam! I'm here on a softball scholarship!” Sydney said proudly, “Here representing the New Zealand ducks!” She said with a big grin on her face, The irony of a girl named Sydney being from New Zealand did not go over Aspen’s head, but a more pressing thought popped into her brain at that moment.

“Hmmm, I wonder if we really all were roommates because we are on sports scholarships.” Aspen thinks out loud,

“You play softball?” Sydney asked with an excited inflection

“Oh no! I run track, Track and Field scholarship, uh, Go quails!” Aspen says, although she hasn't really thought of her high school track team since summer started, not really having been close with any of the members on her team for many reasons, one above all others…Teenage girls can be cruel, especially when it comes to things you can help.

“Oh sick! So you run really fast then? That could come in handy playing softball, if you ever decided to play for the other team, You know who to call!” Sydney said, laughing as she grabbed a single piece of raw onion off Aspen’s cutting board and chucked it into her mouth. “Where is the bathroom in this place? Fourteen hour flight with free drinks.” Sydney says standing up from the bar,

“It's down the hall, right by the open bedroom door with the light on.” Aspen said, pointing towards her bedroom…Her bedroom that she definitely didn't pick because it was in fact closest to the bathroom…not at all.

“Holy fuck! It's beautiful-Is that a Javuzzi tub!?” Aspen held back her laughter at her roommate's reaction to the restroom. Her own reaction, albeing less ridden with cursing, was somewhat the same upon seeing the bathtub.

“So you think we really get this fancy ass dorm because we're on a sports scholarship?” Sydney asked, exiting the bathroom and pulling her hooded sweatshirt off over her head, chucking it onto the couch.

“I mean…I'm not sure the letter I got was vague. It only makes sense though, right?” Aspen said, picking up her now completed salad and joining Sydney on the couch.

“I'm excited to find out what sports our other two roomies play! I hope one of them plays softball, ooooh or what if we get one of those mega-buff field hockey girls?” Sydney says, excitement evident ,

“What if we get a cheerleader?” Aspen said, remembering how well, genuinely and completely awful the cheerleaders were to her back in high school, Even thought she knows and respects it as a sport, she never understood why it was always the meanest girls who were interested in cheer,

“We don't have cheerleaders back home, that's so…american! That would be kinda cool” Sydney laughs, Aspen decides maybe trauma dumping about being picked on by cheerleaders for being the school pants wetter, is maybe not the best way to make herself have a better social standing on university, so she just laughs with her.

“Ah, oh no.” The electronic lock clicks again, followed by a sharp hiss of someone baning into the door. Aspen jumps again, crossing her legs. This time however, she feels that similar feeling, the one her body is thankful for, had started giving her before she was on the brink of a full blown accident. Part of the reason she thinks she wont have issues like she did back in high school, is because of that particular new development.

“Roomie three? Is that you?” Sydney says, standing up from the sofa. Aspen stays seated for a moment longer, just enough to compose herself long enough to greet the new arrival, then she will excuse herself to the restroom.

“Hi, um yes?” A soft, small voice comes faintly down the hallway, followed by the sound of wheels rolling on the hardwood. Aspen stands up, expecting to help take some of the heavy sounding suitcases from the girl, but instead, she stops to find a small framed, brown haired girl with glasses, in a silver and red accented wheelchair, struggling to open the door completely.

“Here, let me prop it open, there is a door stop, I used it when I got here.” Aspen says, helping the girl get herself and her one suitcase inside. Aspen shares a confused look with Sydney, clearly their sports scholarship idea might not be the most accurate.

“Thank you, you're so nice!” The girl's soft voice is so…gentle. Aspen immediately feels like a monster next to her. Watching her wheel herself down the hallway, Aspen noticed how thin and longer her fingers are, delicate, very much not giving field hockey much to Sydney's dismay. “This is Aspen, I'm Sydney…Hey, quick question, do you play water polo?” Sydney is already speaking before Aspen can think to stop her,

“Water what? Um, no I uh, I haven't picked my major yet.” The girl says quietly. “My name is Lucy, by the way. Um- Did you guys already pick your rooms?” She says, pointing down the hallway.

“I did, I got here last night. Sydney hasn't though.” Aspen says, already going to walk down the hallway toward the bedroom, “This is the one I choose.” Aspen walks inside, Sydney follows and looks around,

“Oh, hmm.” Lucy pauses at the door, stopping at the small step down into the bedroom, Aspen hadn't even noticed it until then,

“Oh, I'll eat shit on that in the middle of the night…Lucy, was it? Let's take the other room! looks like we're gonna be roomies!” Sydney says, taking ahold of Lucy's wheelchair handles, with permission, and wheeling her into the room just a few feet down the hall. Aspen takes the moment of quiet to excuse herself to the restroom, the nagging feeling from being spooked earlier never quite went away.

#omo #omorashi fic #fictomo #female omorashi #omocute #fluffy #fanfic #lesbian omo

[bbyleiah]

'Miss Me?'- Geto Suguru

| The reader encounters mafia boss Geto who takes her into his home after an altercation. Despite Geto being a busy man, The two slowly fall in love as Geto develops a soft spot for her. |

Cw: Mafia Boss!Geto, black reader, heavy ddlg themes, a brief murder scene, pet names (princess, bun, bubs, sweetheart), praise, degradation, dirty talk, dry humping, scratching, hair pulling, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), missionary position, size difference, lots of fluids, !omorashi! (reader pees on Geto accidentally during sex 🫣), spitting (he spits in her mouth), begging, crying, pussy drunk Geto, Geto whining and whimpering a few times, reader calls him daddy a lot, Geto is filthy, etc.

word count : shorter than my usual fics 😭

sn : I wrote this fic for fun bc I was inspired and decided to post 🥹 there’s lots of cute moments and plot in this fic despite the wild smut 😭 read at ur own discretion 🤲🏾

Days became weeks as you waited for your boyfriend to come back home. You knew he was a busy man though and you always tried to be a good girl and be patient but you were growing restless. You were so attached to him and him being gone was starting to get to you. It also didn’t help that he lived a dangerous lifestyle so whenever you hadn’t heard from him in awhile you always assumed the worst.

Geto Suguru; your daddy, was the top mafia boss in central Japan. He was feared by all and everyone knew his name. Those who knew of him also knew of you and they knew to tread lightly around you unless they had a death wish. Geto was a very scary man, killing people without a second thought. He terrified you when the two of you first encountered but you somehow ended up being his biggest soft spot. His sweet girl that he’d die for in a heartbeat.

It all started when he stormed into your workplace a few years back. You were working at a small restaurant at that time, a mere server. You were just like any other employee, working for money to get by. The restaurant you worked at was a little off putting and it appeared that your manager was suspicious but you never thought much of it until Geto and his men barged in and got into a shootout with your boss.

“Fucking prick. You thought you could take money from me?. Now I’m going to take your pathetic life.” Geto said before he shot your manager right in the head. You screamed as the blood splattered on you from where you hid under one of the tables with a co-worker of yours. In that moment you thought you were gonna die too. All because you decided to work at some shitty restaurant.

“Yo boss, what should we do with the mutts?” A blonde haired guy asked as he grabbed you roughly. His hand gripped your face in a bruising grip as he held you up off the floor like you weighed nothing. You cried in pain and fear as you clawed at his hands for him to release you. Your co-worker was being held by her hair by an intimidating woman with brown hair.

The guy referred to as ‘boss’ observed you with a tilt of his head. You shivered under his deadly gaze, fear taking over you completely. He had the kind of aura that instantly made you want to submit to him in fear of what he’d do to you if he didn’t. He was dressed in a black button up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and some black slacks. His raven colored hair was tied up in a bun with a few strands left out.

“Speak.” was all the man said to you and you were dumbfounded. Your doe eyes stared at him as you processed what he was asking of you. He was giving you a chance to plead your case. “I-I..please don’t kill me! I haven’t done anything wrong, I’ll forget about all of this! Just please let me go..” you begged as you cried. Geto rubbed the butt of his gun against his chin as he contemplated your pleas.

He then told your co-worker to speak as well but you guess they had the wrong response because he told the woman to kill her before your co-worker could even finish speaking. You flinched at the loud gunshot and sobbed as you closed your eyes. “Clean her up and let her go.” The man stated, pointing at you before walking away. The blonde groaned in annoyance and dropped you.

“Why do I always have to babysit?” He muttered as he led you out of the restaurant. He brought you to a secluded very expensive beautiful home that you later found out the ‘boss’ man owned. The maid servants there got you cleaned up and even fed you which you were grateful for. “Alright mutt, where do you live so I can get rid of you now?” The blonde questioned you once you were settled.

You stayed silent, just staring at him. You decided not to speak because you were afraid but also because you truly had no place to go to. The place you slept at was the little apartment that resided above the restaurant and was given to you by your manager. Now that the restaurant building had been torn apart though, you were essentially homeless. “Silent treatment, huh?” He chuckled. “Well you can be quiet all you want but boss won’t spare you again if you don’t comply.” He warned you.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you debated your response, “I have nowhere to go..” you told him honestly. He sighed hearing that, running a hand down his face in irritation. “You should’ve just died then instead of begging to live.” He tsked while shaking his head. Those words hit you hard, bringing tears to your eyes. “Boss will figure out what to do with you.” He said and left you be.

Gojo talked with Geto about you and your circumstance and it was oddly decided that you’d stay in Geto’s house until you found your own place. This arrangement only worked because Geto was never home. It took you awhile to realize that. In the beginnings of living with him, you avoided the scary man like he was the plague. But when you began to notice his frequent disappearances or his late arrivals in the middle of the night it piqued your curiosity.

You found out through the maids what his name was. “The boss is the most dangerous man in Japan. You’re lucky he let you survive sweetie because he doesn’t do that unless he sees something in a person.” Your favorite maid; Maya, told you as you ate breakfast. “What’s his name? I’ve never had a conversation with him to ask..” you asked once you realized you truly had never conversed with the man. “Geto Suguru. Mr.Suguru. Don’t refer to him by his name though or you might end up dead.” She informed you.

You nodded in understanding as you memorized his name but not too much so you wouldn’t say it even on accident. The first real interaction you had with Geto was when he came home one night to find you fast asleep on his couch. You woke up to him standing over you and you screamed as you sat up. He was completely unphased and not startled at all by your scream which was even more unsettling. “They just left you here? No one took you to your bedroom?” He asked you.

You shook your head, “no..i chose to sleep here so it’s not their responsibility..” you replied softly. “Why did you choose to sleep here though? Aren’t you uncomfy?” He continued. You didn’t understand why he was so concerned with you sleeping on the couch. “I’m not uncomfy, I fell asleep because I got really cozy earlier. Do you want me to not sleep here? I’m sorry if I wasn’t allowed to.” You began to ramble as you stood up, tripping over your feet a little.

“No no, you can do whatever you want.” He told you, and even he seemed a little surprised by his words. “Oh!..okay.” You were surprised at him being so lenient and nice since you’d only heard the bad things about him but you appreciated his kindness. “Have you eaten?” He asked. You nodded, “mhm! Maya made my favorite pancakes earlier, the ones with strawberries and whipped cream on top!” You told him excitedly as you smiled at the memory.

Despite Geto thinking you looked adorable as fuck at the moment, he frowned. “Pancakes for dinner?. That’s not good. You shouldn’t eat sweets so late. I’ll tell Maya to not make them any time after 3pm.” He said and your eyes widened. “B-But they’re my favorite!” You pouted. “and I said no sweets for dinner. Understood?.” The tone he used now sent a shiver down your spine. “Yes sir..” you complied, knowing that he meant what he said.

“Good girl.” The words slipped out before he could even think. You blushed hearing them, not used to such praise. He cleared his throat, “Its late. Go sleep some more, in your bed this time.” He told you. You had no complaints since you were still sleepy. “Okay, goodnight sugu- I mean! sir!” You quickly corrected yourself before you rushed off to your bedroom. Geto heard you about to say his name and oddly enough he didn’t mind it. He found your little panic cute though.

That was the last time you and Geto had spoken for awhile since he had gotten busy again after that interaction. Little did you know though, Geto constantly kept tabs on you. He was always asking gojo and his house staff about you and how you were doing. He didn’t appear to care much on the outside but he did have a little concern over you. The next time the two of you spoke was a lot less casual.

You had gotten hurt because you fell off a chair while trying to stand on it to reach something. Surprisingly to everyone; Geto rushed home to check on you after hearing the news of your sprained ankle. “Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?” He asked you as he sat down with you and grabbed your leg to inspect your ankle. You nodded, still sniffling and teary eyed from the fall. “It hurts a lot.” You hiccuped.

Geto frowned, “You need to be more careful. Don’t ever climb something like that again. Understood?” He told you. “Y-Yes sir” you sniffled with a pout. “Boss she’s just being dramatic, it’s just sore. She’ll walk it off in a few days.” Gojo dismissed the whole thing. You were getting tired of him and his harsh comments. You glared at him which didn’t phase him at all because your glare looked more like puppy dog eyes. You then took it upon yourself to throw a pillow at his face which caught him off guard.

“Meanie” you huffed as you crossed your arms. Everyone in the staff witnessed this and couldn’t help but laugh, stifling their laughter behind their hands. Even Geto was holding back a laugh as he bit down on his lip. Geto rarely ever smiled or laughed so that left Gojo flabbergasted seeing his boss so amused. “This is some bullshit. I’m tired of this little girl boss.” Gojo expressed, irritated. “I’m tired of you too! ugly face! You should cover all of it, not just your eyes!” You spat back.

“You’re childish and a waste of time. Pesky little girl.” Gojo insulted you back. “and you’re a big meanie! Mean people are ugly! You should be fired” You huffed. Geto chuckled at the two of you, “You think I should fire him, sweet girl?” Geto hummed with amusement as he gently caressed your ankle. You nodded, “mhm! he isn’t good at his job.” You stated. Gojo was dumbfounded that his boss was even entertaining you. “Hm, well since you say so I might just consider it.” Geto chuckled.

Gojo’s eyes widened, “Boss..” he trailed off. “Go somewhere and make yourself useful. Now.” Geto told Gojo as he looked at him with a deadly stare. “Yes sir!” He quickly complied before rushing off. Geto wasn’t actually going to fire Gojo, he could never get rid of his best man. But, he knew Gojo was being unkind to you and he wasn’t going to let that slide. “Come on, let’s get you in bed. No more walking for you, okay?. If I find out you got up on this foot, you’re gonna be in big trouble. Understood?” Geto said to you as he picked you up.

You squeaked in surprise when he suddenly picked you up. “Yes s-“ you started but he cut you off. “Don’t call me sir. You’re not one of my staff so you don’t have to call me that.” He said as he carried you upstairs. “Oh..what should I call you then..?” You asked shyly as your fingers played with the collar of Geto’s shirt. “You can call me by my name if you’d like.” He hummed. “I heard it was bad to say your name though..” you uttered.

“Yeah? Well I’m the boss and I said you can. Everyone in this house obeys me and me only. So what I say stands.” He said as he looked into your eyes. “O-Okay..Suguru~” You mumbled shyly. He grinned, “Good girl.” He praised as he gave your thighs a light squeeze. You blushed deeply, completely flustered as you hid your face in his neck. From then on, you and Geto developed a close relationship.

Everyone couldn’t believe that Geto allowed you to freely say his name. They also were stunned at seeing their cruel boss being sweet to someone for once. The moment the relationship between the two of you turned into something more intimate was when you caught a cold and got sick. Geto was away when he heard the news and he ordered that you’d stay in his bedroom and sleep there until he got back.

The staff took great care of you as they awaited Geto’s arrival. “Sweetheart~” Geto called out softly once he finally got back home after a long day. You were curled up in the center of his bed looking so adorable and also really sick. “Geto..” you whined as your eyes slowly opened to see him approaching you. “Awh, baby got sick. Do you feel a little better now? I told my staff to give you the best care.” He cooed as he placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

You nodded slowly, “mhm, I feel a little better. The staff are really nice to me, even gojo was nice this time.” You told him with a small smile. He chuckled, “That’s good to hear, bun.” He hummed as he admired you fondly. “Missed you..” you muttered out as your small hand moved to hold his. Geto felt his heart swell hearing that. “You did?. I missed you too sweet girl. More than you know.” He said honestly as he caressed your hand with his thumb.

“Come on, let’s give you a bath so we can get rid of those germs.” He said as he picked you up and began carrying you to his bathroom. You snuggled into his hold, curious eyes looking around since this was your first time in Geto’s bedroom. It was told to you that no one was ever allowed in Geto’s room so you felt special at the moment. Reality hit you once Geto had the bath all set and he began to look at you expectedly. “I-I..urm..” you stuttered out shyly as you grew flustered.

“Want me to cover my eyes?” He asked you. “Yes please!” You didn’t hesitate to say. Geto was amused at how adorably shy you were but he understood your wishes so he covered his eyes. You then took your clothes off before slipping into the warm bubble bath. You let out a sigh of contentment as you relaxed fully. “You can uncover them now.” You told him. Geto hadn’t had anyone tell him what to do in awhile and the fact that it was a cute thing like you of all people made him feel soft, but in the best way possible.

Geto was deeply unprepared for the sight of you naked in his bathtub. He couldn’t see much due to all the bubbles covering you up, but it sure did have his imagination running rampant. Geto stood there just staring at you for longer than he intended to until you snapped him out of his filthy thoughts. “Geto?” You called out. “Sorry bubs. Got lost in thought.” He cleared his throat. Geto then rolled up his sleeves and began washing you up. You melted into his soothing touch as he gently cleaned you up with care.

Geto tried to keep his thoughts as pure as possible as his hands felt all of your curves and dips. He let you dry yourself off once the bath finished and told you to go wear something from his closet while he drained the tub. You were in awe as you looked around his big fancy walk in closet. Everything in it was so ‘manly’ and you loved it. You settled for one of his white button up shirts and climbed back into his bed once you were dressed.

You put a show on Geto’s tv as you waited for him to get out of the shower. He had his hair down when he came out dressed in a t-shirt and some sweatpants. You gawked at the sight of him and his pretty hair, “Your hair is really pretty.” You complimented him honestly. “Aw, thanks bun.” He chuckled as he tied his hair up in a half up half down style. “Why don’t you wear it down more often?” You asked him as you watched him climb into bed beside you. “Too much of a hassle. It gets in the way, you know?” He explained.

You nodded in understanding. “Well I think I like it most when your hair is down” you declared with a smile. “Is that so?” He chuckled. “I should wear down more often then, just for you.” He mused and you giggled. “I’d like that~” you grinned. The two of you got comfy in bed and talked until you fell asleep. You somehow ended up falling asleep on top of Geto, not that he minded at all. He wrapped his strong arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Geto constantly felt the urge to kiss those pretty plump lips of yours but he fought against it. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You felt so warm and safe in Geto’s hold, it was the best sleep you’d had in awhile. You woke up the next morning to some rustling around. “Sugu?” You called out sleepily as you rubbed your eyes. “Go back to sleep bubs, it’s early and you need to rest.” He told you softly. “But where are you going?” You asked as your eyes finally cleared up to see him getting dressed.

You let out a soft gasp seeing that he was shirtless. He had on dress pants that were unbuttoned still, allowing you to see his briefs and a glimpse of his dick imprint. His hair was also down, falling over his shoulders as he got ready. You peeked shamelessly at him from above the blankets. You quickly hid your eager eyes once he directed his attention on you though. “Why are you hiding bun? You can stare at me if you want.” Geto chuckled as he walked over to the bed.

Geto then climbed over top of you, hovering over you as he pulled the blankets away from your eyes. “You feeling better?” He asked you. “mhm, are you leaving again?” You asked him. “Got some business I need to handle sweetheart.” He told you as he cupped the side of your face. You pouted, “You’re always leaving. Do you really have to go?” Your precious doe eyes almost made him fold. “I do really have to go but I’ll be back soon, I promise” he hummed.

“You’re gonna be good for me until I get back, right?” He said as his thumb swiped over your bottom lip, his eyes seemingly fixed on your mouth. You were flustered, “Y-Yes..I’ll be good.” You reassured. “Good girl, always so sweet for me.” He cooed. “Geto..” you whined. “What did I say to call me when we’re alone?” He questioned you. You knew your ears had to be red by now. “D-Daddy~” you muttered shyly, completely embarrassed.

It was a few weeks ago when Geto told you to address him as ‘daddy’ but he never gave you an explicit reason why. “Good girl” he said before he kissed you, making your eyes widen. The last thing you expected was for him to kiss you. You whined and tried to push him away, “Daddy no, ‘m sick.” You reminded him. “It’s okay bubs, daddy is strong. I won’t get sick.” He hummed and continued to kiss you. He kept alternating between full on eating your face and then pecking your lips repeatedly.

It seemed he really enjoyed kissing you. You enjoyed it just as much, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. You let out cute little whines and mewls into the kisses that drove Geto crazy. “Fuck..you’re gonna make daddy late princess.” Geto sighed as his trailed kisses down your neck. “Daddy should stay home with me” You tried to persuade him as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I want to baby..trust me I do. But daddy’s work is very serious and I’m the boss so I have to be there.” He explained.

His actions were betraying his words though because he moved to get underneath the covers with you, gripping your thighs as he positioned himself between your legs. “b-but ah—“ your words got cut off due to a moan you let out once you felt Geto start to grind his hard cock against your cunt. “no buts. Daddy has to work in order to keep his princess safe.” He grunted as he rutted against you. He could feel how your cunt progressively got wetter, creating a wet spot on his briefs.

“shit..I wanna fuck your cute little cunt so bad, sweet girl.” He panted into your neck. You whined, back arching slightly as your hips pushed back against his. You attempted to match his pace but you were failing miserably. “n-nasty daddy.” You whimpered. The moment got terribly interrupted by an obnoxious knock at Geto’s bedroom door. “Yo boss! Hurry up, we don’t have time to waste! I know you didn’t oversleep.” Gojo yelled from outside the door. Geto groaned in annoyance.

“I’m coming! shithead..” Geto yelled back. “sorry bun, daddy’s gotta go now.” He sighed and kissed your pouty lips. “When are you gonna be back?” You asked him as you watched him get up and finish getting dressed. “Don’t know baby..but I’ll try to come back as soon as possible.” He said as he tied his hair up in its signature bun and tucked in his shirt. Geto didn’t bother changing his pants and briefs despite your slick that was still seeped into them.

“Bye sweetie.” He said as he kissed you one last time. “Bye bye daddy~” you waved as you watched him leave. From that moment on you became Geto’s girl and he made sure everyone knew it too. The staff was unsurprised though because they noticed their boss grow a soft spot for you. Geto having to ‘take care of business’ is what had you sulking now in present time. He’d been gone for almost a month now. It’s the longest he’d been away in years.

You were lounging on the couch when you heard the door open and you rushed to see if it was Geto, only to see Gojo. “Well don’t look so disappointed. Aren’t I your second favorite person?” He teased as he laughed. “Shut up. You could’ve stayed gone forever.” You huffed. “Aw, hurts to hear you be so mean cutie. I taught you that?” He chuckled as he patted your head. You slapped his hand away since he was touching your fresh box braids.

“How come you’re here and he isn’t? Aren’t you two attached by the hip?” You pouted. Gojo shrugged, “Boss said he had some other stuff to take care of, he should be here by tonight though.” He said. “Really?” You perked up excitedly. “Yes really.” He chuckled. “You’ve been crying over him haven’t you?” He teased. “No I didn’t..” you attempted to lie but it was obvious. “Crybaby. Geto isn’t even that great.” He laughed. “Yes he is!” You defended as you stomped your small foot.

Gojo cooed, “Everyday I realize more and more why boss likes you so much, you’re just so darn cute.” He smiled honestly as he pinched your cheeks. You squirmed and giggled, you were flattered since it was rare that Gojo complimented you. “Sugu is gonna kill you for touching me.” You teased. “Shh, don’t tell him.” Gojo entertained your antics, though he knew those words somewhat rung true. Geto was serious about no one touching his princess.

“Wanna know a secret?” He whispered suddenly and you eagerly nodded. You leaned in close, gojo leaning down to your height to tell you the discreet information. “Geto has been missing you a lot, I’ve never seen him so mushy and sappy before. He brought you up allll the time. He said he was gonna die if he didn’t come back home to you soon.” Gojo whispered. Your eyes widened at the information, it made you happy to know that Geto missed you just as much as you missed him.

“Sugu can’t die though, I’ll be really sad.” You pouted. “Don’t worry, boss is literally immortal somehow.” He laughed honestly. “Oh! and he’s also been kinda a perv. he’d definitely kill me for telling you this..but he was super stressed you know? and then he kept going on about wanting to fuck you and feel your cunt squeezing him..it was hard to listen to.” He told you, seemingly cringing as he remembered his boss’s rambling. You blushed hearing the additional secret, getting shy as you hid your face in your hands.

“Sugu likes to say icky stuff sometimes..” you muttered, flustered. “Oh please don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” He cackled as he teased you. You whined and pushed him away, “I do not!” you huffed in embarrassment. “Mhm whatever you say princess.” He chuckled. “Now go make yourself busy, I have important things to do as well.” He hummed. “I didn’t want to stay and talk to you anyways.” You giggled as you skipped away. “Ouch, that one hurt.” He said as he dramatically placed his hand over his heart.

Since you knew your daddy was actually coming home tonight, you wanted to make yourself look pretty for him. You started off with doing your makeup. You decided to keep it simple so you did a simple eye look with cute pink hearts for decoration. You contemplated what to wear for awhile until you settled on a white silk dress with a bow in the back. You paired the dress with lacy thigh high socks. You were happy with your look as you twirled while looking at yourself in the mirror.

You sprayed on your favorite perfume and then kept yourself busy as you waited for Geto to get home. You did your usual hobbies of reading, drawing, and watching tv but you couldn’t help the way your eyes constantly checked the clock. Your energy depleted the later the day got and by the time it was 10pm you were getting teary eyed. You got lost in how sad you were, fully prepared to sob that you didn’t hear the door opening behind you. “Miss me?”

You suddenly heard Geto’s voice and you immediately perked up and looked to see him standing there with flowers and a box of chocolates in his hand. “Sugu!” You cried as you ran and jumped into his arms. “oof, I don’t remember you being this heavy baby” he teased as he held you and kissed your forehead. “Why are you crying bun?” He asked you softly as he carried you back to the couch. “I missed you, thought you weren’t comin’ home today.” You sniffled.

“Awh, princess I couldn’t wait to come back home to see you. I just got a little busy.” He hummed as he sat down on the couch with you on his lap. “I got you some treats though” he smiled as he handed you the chocolates. You excitedly opened them up and began eating them immediately. He chuckled, “you and that damn sweet tooth. It’s too late to be eating sweets but since you’ve been good you deserve it.” He cooed as he wiped the tears from your soft cheeks.

“You look pretty bubs” he complimented once he got a really good look at your whole ensemble. “wanted to look pretty f’r daddy.” You muffled around a piece of chocolate. “You always look pretty, my pretty girl. So beautiful and all mine” he flattered you and you giggled. “thank you daddy” you said softly with a grin. A comfortable silence took over as Geto just admired you, content and happy to just be in your presence again. His hands caressing your thighs in a soothing motion.

You just sat there happy as ever, eating your chocolates without a single thought in your head. “I missed you so so much baby..” Geto suddenly sighed as he buried his face in your neck. “mm, you smell good sweetheart” he breathed you in. You giggled, “that tickles” you told him as you squirmed a little. He breathed out a small laugh, “sorry baby. Daddy just needs to feel you against him right now.” He muttered into your skin as he closed his eyes.

Your hands moved to play in Geto’s hair, running your fingers through it and scratching at his nape. He let out a faint moan in content at the feeling. You were happy to be pleasing him so much, feeling him completely relaxed against you. You took his hair tie out so his hair could be fully down just the way you liked it. “feels so good baby..” he mumbled into your neck. You giggled, “I like making daddy feel good” you said honestly with pride.

You felt geto squeeze lightly at your hips after you said that. You began to tug at his hair as you played with it and you felt him tense up a bit. “do you like it more when I pull it or when I scratch?” you asked him, completely innocent. You were truly just genuinely curious but you were oblivious to how you were affecting Geto. “both feels great baby..” he sighed. “Okay~” you giggled. You then continued to do both happily until you felt Geto’s dick poking against your thigh.

“daddy…you’re hard..” you muttered out as you froze. “mm, daddy’s cock missed you and your sweet cunt bubs.” He said as he pulled you even closer so that you sat directly on top of his throbbing cock. You whined and squirmed. “you gonna be a good princess for daddy and let him stuff your cute hole?” He hummed as he looked at you. “because daddy needs it..needs it really bad. You wanna make me feel good, don’t you bun?” He continued as he began to kiss up your neck.

You nodded, “m-mhm, I wanna make you feel good” you breathed out softly. “Good girl” He praised before he suddenly flipped you over onto your back on the couch. You gasped and didn’t have much time to process before Geto was ripping your panties off. “so pretty” he groaned as he spread your lips with his fingers to get a good look at your cunt. He then spit on your cunt and dragged his fingers through your slit. You whined, “f-filthy daddy” you stuttered out as you tried to close your legs.

Geto was quick to slap your thigh, causing you to let out a sob. “Don’t fucking close them or else you’re gonna get punished. Understood?” He threatened. This Geto reminded you a lot of his terrifying demeanor when you first met him and it had you spooked. But this time it had you scared in a good way. “Y-Yes daddy” you responded obediently, just like Geto liked. “Good, because daddy has zero patience right now and you’re gonna take whatever is given to you like a good slut.” He said as he lowered his face down in between your legs.

Geto rubbed circles into your clit, mixing his saliva in with your slick as he watched you squirm and kick your legs. You were always so sensitive and Geto loved it. He groaned at the taste of you as he ran his tongue along your pussy, your juices coating his tongue and driving him crazy. After that he was eating you out like a man starved. He gripped your thighs so tight to the point it hurt as his tongue lapped at your cunt repeatedly.

Usually Geto was more precise and took his time when he ate you out but he was too greedy for you to do that this time. Drool pooling from the corners of his mouth and onto your wet cunt as he ate you out sloppily. “s’ too much! d-daddy!” you squealed as you cried out and tugged at his hair. Your incessant tugging at his hair only fueled him on more as he sucked harshly at your clit. “taste so fucking good baby, ugh daddy could eat you up all day.” He moaned as he swirled his tongue around your clit.

“love this sweet pussy so much” he muttered against your cunt as he kissed it with his drool and cum slicked lips. Geto slid his two fingers into you, spreading them and curling them inside you until you sobbed and scratched at his shoulders. “there you go, falling apart so prettily for me sweetheart” he cooed as he thrusted his fingers into you while his thumb played with your clit. “s-sugu! I-I’m gonna-“ you wailed before you squirted all over Geto’s hand and his face, soaking the couch underneath you.

Geto moaned at the sight, “making such a fucking mess, sensitive bitch always coming so damn quick” he degraded and you whimpered. His fingers never ceased their movements, continuously fucking into you as gushed nonstop around his thick fingers. “Tell daddy that you’re sorry for making a mess.” He demanded as he slapped your pussy three times. The wet smacks sounding throughout the living room as you cried and your back arched.

“I-I’m sorry daddy” you sniffled. “For?” He prodded with a sadistic grin. “F-For making a big mess..” you continued as you looked at him with your big teary eyes. “Good girl” he praised as he slurped up your juices filthily. He didn’t want to waste a drop as he lapped up your mess while his fingers continued thrusting into your fluttering hole. “so fucking wet for me” he sighed in satisfaction as he listened to the squelching of your cunt. “Daddy’s cock is gonna slide right in, hm?” He said and you instantly shook your head.

“s’ too big” you moaned out honestly. Geto chuckled, “you can take it though. Your daddy’s big girl, right? made just for my cock.” He encouraged as he suckled at your clit before biting down on it. You cried out at the feeling, your hands attempting to push Geto’s head away. “hurts’ daddy” you whined. “stop that shit.” He tutted as he pushed your hands away. “you’re acting like a spoiled whiny bitch. take what’s given to you like a good whore or you won’t get to cum again.” He stated as his dark eyes looked up at you with that stern expression.

You pouted, lip quivering as tears fell down your cheeks. You nodded in response to him and he tsked in disapproval, his fingers stilling as they pressed against your sweet spot that had your legs trembling. “use your words or I’ll stop right here.” He said as he looked at you expectantly. The next whine you let out sounded carnal, all high pitched and pathetic as you tried to move against his stilled fingers to feel any friction against that spot that craved it so desperately. “y-yes daddy! -ah please! please!” You sobbed.

“My good girl” he grinned, pleased with your begging as he began to move his fingers again. He gave you exactly what you wanted, his fingers abusing that sensitive spot that had your cunt spasming and dripping all over his hand. “Want you to cum again for daddy, you can do that right sweetie?” He requested as his fingers continued their assault on your fluttering pussy. You nodded, “m-mhm! baby can do that!” you moaned.

Your hips pressed back against Geto’s fingers, matching his pace as you desperately chased your second orgasm. “fuck..you’re filthy. So eager and willing to please. Just a cock hungry slut.” He groaned as he watched you fuck yourself on his fingers, your fluids seeping through the cracks of his fingers and running down his wrist. “O-Only for daddy” you whined as you felt that knot build up in your stomach again. Your back arching and your nails digging into the couch cushions for dear life.

Once that seam burst Geto was quick to drink you up, tongue laid out and ready to taste your juices. He never got tired of tasting you, moaning into your pussy as he slurped up your new mess. You just laid there whining and twitching, already spent and stimulated. Geto was far from done with you though. “Tapping out baby?” He chuckled as he saw your fucked out face, eyes already fluttered closed. You nodded slowly, “‘m too sensitive daddy” you whined softly.

“Awh, that’s cute. I just got you all ready for my cock though sweet girl.” He cooed as he unbuckled his belt. That sound sent shivers down your spine. You whimpered and tried weakly to crawl away only for Geto to grab your legs and pull you right back. “Aht aht, can’t have that baby. Daddy waited too long to feel your pretty pussy around his cock.” He hummed as he finished undressing. His cock was throbbing and red at the tip, precum dripping down the sides of it.

You whined at the sight of it, your pussy clenching in need despite how overly stimulated you already were. A gasp left your throat when Geto began to rub his swollen tip through your slit. Your eyes rolling back and Geto groaning into your ear. “Fucks sake..this pussy is gonna be the death of me..” he muttered as he panted against your dewy skin. He took off your dress so he could see you fully. You looked unreal underneath him, almost too beautiful for his eyes. “What did I ever do to deserve a beautiful woman like you..”

You blushed at his genuine words, “I love you daddy” you told him with a smile. “I love you too little bun” he smiled back and kissed you softly. That was the extent of softness you were gonna get for awhile because now that Geto had you all relaxed he started pushing his cock head into you, stretching out your tight cunt as you cried out and whimpered. Your nails dragged down Geto’s back leaving red trails as you felt his thick cock pushing into your poor sensitive cunt. Geto gritted his teeth, groaning carnally as he felt your sloppy soft walls mold around his dick.

Geto paused once he fully bottomed out, being kind enough to allow you to adjust. “Tell me when..” he grunted out. He was like a wild animal waiting to be set loose and you had full control over him at the moment. Watching the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he breathed but also seeming as if he was holding his breath, the way his hands gripped your thighs so painfully tight to leave prints of his hands, the way his hair fell in his face as he stared down at you with a gaze that seemed as if he wanted to eat you alive.

It only took a minute or so for you to adjust and you could see Geto getting antsy. Biting down on his lower lip and trying to stop himself from rutting and grinding into you, failing miserably at times. You let out a shaky breath and opened your mouth to tell him to start and as soon as you uttered the first syllable, he started to pound into you. He didn’t waste a single second, not even letting you say the full word. You turned into a moaning screaming mess as Geto pounded into you mercilessly.

“my fucking pussy, feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock princess.” He growled as he thrusted into you hard and fast, fucking you like it was the last time he’d ever get to. He started kissing and sucking on your tits as he fucked into you, leaving pretty red and purple marks as he panted and drooled against your brown skin. The head of his cock was beating your cervix up, hitting it hard each time he slammed into you. It hurt so bad in the best way possible. You were wailing, hiccuping and creaming around Geto’s dick.

“Little pussy’s just eating my dick up -shit ngh—feel me all deep in your guts princess? pressing up against your womb?” He gritted as he watched the way his cock slammed in and out of your abused pussy over and over again. The little sputters of fluids your cunt released, forming a creamy ring around his dick and dripping down to his balls that were clapping against the cusp of your cute ass. “fuckk such a pretty fucktoy all for me..ugh ngh uh” he moaned as his eyes rolled back slightly. He was getting lost in the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his cock.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up so much bun, have this cute tummy all full of my cum” he moaned as he pressed his hand down on your lower abdomen making you squeal and your legs shake. You tried to push his hand away feebly because something didn’t feel right. “w-wait! daddy!” You babbled out, sobbing as you shook your head. Geto didn’t listen to any of it, grabbing your hands and using his free hand to pin them over top of your head. “I told you to stop that shit” he growled as he continued to pound into you animalistically with his hand pressing harder against your abdomen.

“b-but Sugu!” You screamed but it was too late and you were crying and pissing all over Geto’s cock. “Oh fuck..” he trailed off, watching in shock as he felt the warm liquid pour out and soak the coach and his cock. You were completely embarrassed, face flushed as you sniffed and sobbed. “shh shh, it’s okay baby -ah shit..” he tried to comfort you, moaning still because despite the piss his hips never ceased their movements. He was still fucking into you as if nothing happened. In his mind all it did was make his dick slide into you easier.

“n-nasty daddy..daddy’s -mfph nasty..” you whimpered with a hiccup. “love this sweet cunt too much to stop…fuck you really pissed all over me..fucking filthy -uh mm filthy fucking little girl” he groaned into your mouth as he kissed you and continued fucking your wet sloppy cunt. It was so wet now that his dick slipped out, making him lose his momentum but he didn’t waste a second to slide right back in. “It slides in so easy now bun, you should piss on me every time” he joked, chuckling breathily against your lips.

He slid his tongue into your mouth, kissing you messily as the two of you fucked like rabbits. “Open..” he muttered and you instantly obeyed, opening your mouth wide for him to spit onto your waiting tongue. You moaned at the lewd gesture, Geto licking into your mouth afterwards. “Good fucking girl.” He praised as he raised your legs up higher until you were completely folded up. Now fucking into you at deeper angle that had you seeing stars. You were so far gone now, just babbling and making pathetic noises with your eyes rolled back.

Geto was just as gone as you were. His hair damp and sticking to his sweaty form, cock throbbing and spurting precum into you, moaning and groaning nonstop as he used your cunt like his personal flesh toy, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth, scratches and bite marks from you marking his skin. “That’s right, just lay there and fucking take it. Just like you’re supposed to. Made just for my cock. Who owns you?” He was rambling now, completely pussy drunk as he obliterated your cunt with his thick cock.

“‘m daddy’s girl..g-geto owns me..” you managed to stutter out, the words choked up in moans and sobs. “mhm, all fucking mine.” He huffed as his hand wrapped around your throat. “shittt daddy’s gonna cum baby —ngh mfph..” he moaned, his pace somehow quickening as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Gonna milk daddy’s cock? hm?” He panted and you nodded. “n-need it -ah uhn wan’ it daddy” you whined out as you tried to fuck back against Geto’s cock. You couldn’t match his pace at all but it drove Geto crazy to see you trying to fuck yourself on him.

“fucking hell..if you keep doing that I’m gonna bust baby..” he mumbled, his words ending off in almost a whimper as his eyes fixated on the sight of you desperately trying to fuck him back. He even slowed his pace down just to accommodate yours. The two of you perfectly in sync while fucking each other. The position and the pacing made it so the head of his cock perfectly grinded up against your g-spot, making your toes curl as you whined out Geto’s name. “d-deeper daddy~” you begged and geto gladly obliged, shoving his cock deeper into your greedy hole.

“mm s’ feels so g-good daddy..” you whined breathily. Geto was the fucked out one now, groaning and whimpering as he let you fuck yourself on him. Cunt clenching around him just right and making him lose his mind. “cum’n me -heh uhn please daddy..” you babbled as you rutted against Geto, twitching as your clit bumped against his abdomen. That was all it took for Geto to snap, moaning out as he came deep inside you. Rope after rope of his thick warm semen filling up your cunt that milked it all up.

“s-shit…” geto whined pathetically into your neck as he came nonstop, his cum seeping out the sides of where his cock plugged you up. Your body trembled at the feeling, cumming soon after and adding to the huge mess of fluids as you creamed on Geto’s dick. The both of you were breathing heavily as you came down from your climaxes. Geto’s heavy body laid on top of you, practically crushing you but you didn’t mind it because he was so warm. You were trying your best not to fall unconscious, eyelids heavy and fighting to close.

“You okay baby bun?” Geto asked you after awhile of comfortable silence. “mhm..” was all you could muster out. Geto was satisfied with the reply though, climbing off of you and pulling his cock out with a small hiss. He was just as sensitive as you now. He whistled once he got a good look of the mess that was made on the couch, “well shit..I’ll just get the maids to clean it..” he muttered. Geto then got in between your legs and began to clean you up, eating the mixture of fluids out of your pussy.

He truly was filthy and you secretly loved it. You squirmed as he did it but you didn’t have any more energy to stop him. Once he was satisfied with it he stopped and then moved to kiss you, spitting the frothy fluids into your mouth as the two of you kissed sloppily. You swallowed it and Geto smiled. “Missed you so much bubs” he reminded once again before he began to affectionately peck all over your face.

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[tealeaf-omo]

One of my favourite omo tropes has always been two characters that don’t get along too well getting locked in an elevator/closet/cofined space with no bathroom.

I just love it when Character A is slowly getting more and more desperate but refuses to admit it because they don’t want Character B to make fun of them - so they wait until the very last minute to admit it. Bonus points if at the end there’s an accident and Character B is initially awkward but then helps cheer up the character who just wet themselves.

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[pastelxfilth]

“Mommy wants to give you a special surprise.”

You watch as your Mommy drags one of her fingers through her drenched slit, slick wetness glistening on her puffy labia. She hovers over you, knees on either side of your hips, giving you the perfect view to observe her hand working between her legs. Her fingers come to rest just beneath her clit, rubbing lightly.

“Mommy really needs to use the bathroom, Princess,” she breathes, her voice sounding a little strained.

Understanding dawns slowly on your face. Your mouth parts slightly in surprise as a barely audible gasp escapes, your racing thoughts frantically working through her words.

“You’re Mommy’s special Princess, my pretty girl." A sinful smile appears on her lips. She bends forward, her next words tickling your ear.

"Mommy wants to pee on you.”

God.

Her words threaten to disintegrate you on the spot. You can't recall how often you had fantasized about just that.

"Please, Mommy,” you rasp.

“Tell me where you want it,” your Mommy urges, sitting back up, the struggle to hold back evident in her tone.

Bending one leg and letting it fall to the side, you present your Mommy with your throbbing cunt.

Your Mommy bites her lip. “You want Mommy to pee on your princess parts?”

You shake with nerves. "Y-yes."

Your Mommy's voice quivers. “Show me where exactly.”

You draw your labia apart, exposing more of your sex, and pull the hood of your clit back. “Please pee on my clit, Mommy."

“Oh, baby,” your Mommy grunts, a cramp rocking through her. She alignes herself with your cunt. “Keep holding yourself open. Mommy’s really full and needs to let go soon.”

You do just that, waiting with bated breath.

Your Mommy's eyes lose focus and then the first trickle spills out of her. It lands on your thigh. A tiny burst follows quickly, drowning your pussy. It developes into a stronger current, the lightly colored stream gaining in strength.

“This feels so good," your Mommy moans. "There it is, baby. Mommy is peeing for you, honey.”

You whimper. The warm flow pelts against your clit.

“Touch yourself, Princess.”

With shaking fingers, you reach for your sex, trailing your fingers through your overflowing slit. Rubbing your sensitive pearl, your hips jerk involuntarily. Your Mommy's pee douses your working fingers, drenching them in the yellowy fluid.

You stroke your hard clit vigorously. Being as pent up as you are, it won't take long for you to climax.

“Does Mommy’s pee feel good on your little button?”

Fuck. Your Mommy's dirty mouth drives you wild. “Feels so nice, Mommy!"

“Are you going to cum?”

“I’m so close,” you pant, your heavy breathing making it difficult to get enough air into your lungs. You can feel the urine running down your butt and flooding the comforter. You rub your clit faster.

“My slutty girl. Cumming while Mommy’s soaking her pretty pussy in her pee.”

That does it.

Your spine bends, and then you sob, your orgasm tearing through you. Spasming violently, your hips shoot off the bed, knocking into your Mommy. You palm your breast, pinching the nipple, your other hand still between your legs, riding out your release.

Pee trickles over your stomach, and then your Mommy's flow tapers off.

You collapse, tugging needily on your Mommy's arms. Your Mommy lets herself be pulled forward, lying on top of you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

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[pinksomovember]

Day 1 - In A Car [ao3]

Ivy rocked on her heel folded under her.

“I’m going to piss myself,” she said, a slight whine bleeding into her otherwise joking tone.

Nora didn’t respond. Ivy had been complaining on-and-off for the past hour, with increasing frequency, and had started shortly after a stop that had a bathroom.

“I seriously don’t think I’ve ever had to pee this bad in my life,” Ivy continued. “It’s starting to hurt.”

“You could’ve gone at the gas station,” Nora said.

Ivy didn’t appreciate the condescending scolding. She felt like a water balloon that was still attached to the hose, bulging more and more with every second, with only a matter of time before it went pop. Her only outlet was to fidget, simultaneously squeezing her thighs together and rocking back and forth onto her foot so it pressed up against her pussy. In combination with the seam of her jean shorts digging up against her—working its way into a wedgie—her urethra had plenty of pressure to help it stay closed. That was only going to work for so long, though.

“You didn’t see the bathrooms,” Ivy argued. They’d been disgusting—shit on the back of the seat, a truly foul smelling liquid seeping along the corners of the floor, and flies everywhere. Not to mention how every surface was covered in stains and dried flecks of who-knows-what. If it had been cleaned in the past month Ivy would eat one of her socks.

She’d had to pee, decently bad, when they had stopped there. But under no circumstances would Ivy use that bathroom. Except for maybe (just maybe) right now.

She thought she’d be able to hold it. They were only a few hours out from their destination and she could always get Nora to stop at a rest stop or a gas station if it really got bad. Ivy, however, hadn’t realized that they were about to exit fucking civilization. There had been nothing for the past fifty miles other than cattle and the occasional cornfield!

“If you weren’t chugging those iced teas-”

“I’ve stopped!”

Ivy might’ve also forgotten to factor in how much liquid had still been moving its way through her system, too. It was a habit for her to sip at sugary drinks when she was bored.

A wave of desperation so strong that Ivy dug her nails into her thighs swept through her.

“Ohhh my god,” she moaned. “I can’t do this. Jesus fucking Christ.”

There was so much pee inside her right now her bladder was visibly pushing up against her skin, firm and tight and aching between her hips. She had given up on the seatbelt, and the button of her shorts, well over fifteen minutes ago. Ivy kind of wanted to cry.

Nora softened. “You going to be alright, babe?”

“I don’t know. Yes, probably. Maybe.”

“I can always pull over,” she offered. “You’d have to piss on the side of the road, though.”

Ivy shook her head adamantly. “No, there’s way too much traffic.”

They fell into silence for a few minutes, aside from the staticy music of one of the few radio station’s Nora’s truck was picking up and the occasional curse from Ivy.

“Are you enjoying it, at least? At least a little?” Nora asked, breaking the quiet.

“What?” Ivy practically panted. Her breathing was rough as she tried to huff and puff her way through the worst of the desperation.

“Just.” Nora seemed a bit embarrassed, keeping her eyes completely glued to the road. “You’re…y’know. Piss thing.”

“It’s not a piss thing,” Ivy hissed, mortified. Even though it was, at least partially, a piss thing.

It wasn’t her fault that having a full bladder turned her on. From what Ivy understood, it was just simple biology! The fuller that most women’s bladder’s get, the more it puts pressure on all the internal pleasure hotspots. A little like cockwarming a moderately small toy, just without any form of firmness that a foreign object would feel like. It felt good in a slow building, passive sort of way.

Getting off with all that weight in her lower belly also felt good. A little bit of extra flare to a still otherwise damn good orgasm. 

But she wouldn’t say she was into piss. The idea of the smell and the mess alone was enough to turn her off to it. Holding it on occasion until it was just starting to edge into too much was plenty enough for her.

Although, she had to admit, she wasn’t exactly turned off to it right now.

Each tight squeeze of her thighs stimulated her a little bit. Every rock back pressed the bone of her heel into the squelching slickness of her pussy, which was absolutely soaking her panties despite knowing damn well that she hadn’t leaked a single drop of pee yet. And with all that movement, the seam of her shorts was pulled tight against her unmistakably hard clit.

“Well, are you?” Nora asked.

“I-” Ivy stopped herself. Her face was burning. “Yeah, maybe. So what, I still have to pee more than I have to—or whatever, want to—get off.”

Nora stole a side glance at Ivy. Something dark, heedy, interested came over her expression as she drank in how Ivy looked.

Ivy sacrificed one of her hands clawing into her thigh as a grounding method to cover her face. This was embarrassing enough as it was without having to talk about her kinks. Even if Nora seemed to be getting into it.

“Oh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” Ivy chanted, forgetting her embarrassment entirely. The wave of desperation felt incredibly, suddenly like a physical wave. She could feel it surging against the sphincter muscles of her urethra. 

She wiggled her hips side to side to try and fight through it. The movement caused her shorts, already so tight against her cunt, to shift. Her clit was trapped between the seam and her pubic bone, but couldn’t stay in place with this new movement. The seam fucking stroked her aching clit, slipping to the side before grinding right back over it with the next sway of her hips.

“Hu-uhn,” Ivy couldn’t help but moan. “Uh, uh, uh!”

“Fuck,” Nora cursed, breathless.

Ivy couldn’t process the difference between her desperation for relief and her sudden, surging need to cum. Everything was much too much and not enough at the same time. 

“Fuckfuckfuck. Jesus Christ. Uhaha.” Ivy sobbed a couple times. It was part laugh and part horniness and part overwhelmed. She couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt like an out-of-body event while also being the most physically animal experience she had ever had.

“God. You feeling good, baby?” Nora asked. 

“Y-y-yes!” Ivy wailed. “It’s- fuck, it’s so good. I’m so wet. Shit, I’m so- I’ve gotta piss so bad.”

Nora took her right hand off the wheel to grab Ivy’s leg. Her other hand held onto the wheel so tight her knuckles were turning white. There was something wild about her. Something that, if she didn’t have to focus so much of her attention on the road, might’ve swept her up in the same way Ivy’s desperation was.

“You gonna play with yourself, baby?” Nora asked. “Gonna play with your clit while you piss yourself?”

“Don’t- don’t wanna piss myself,” Ivy whined. Nevertheless, she did as Nora suggested and grabbed tight between her legs. Her shorts were too tight and were getting in the way of actually being able to touch herself effectively, but the pressure helped reel in her bladder’s demands a little bit.

“Ives, baby, there’s no bathrooms for miles yet.”

A reedy noise broke in Ivy’s throat.

“I know, I know,” Nora said, hand squeezing at Ivy’s thigh. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“This is so fucking embarassing,” Ivy managed, laughing incredulously. “I’m seriously gonna wet myself. Fuck.”

“I don’t care. Fuck, baby, looking like that…I’d let you ruin anything.”

“Hm?” Ivy hummed. Her whole cunt was pulsing, vagina and pussy lips and clit. She was so wet she wouldn’t even be surprised if a spot was showing up on her shorts, soaked straight through her panties. Her body was building up to something—so high up she was almost afraid of it—unsure if it would be the dams breaking involuntarily or an orgasm so intense it would be the best she’d ever had.

“You look so fucking good, Ives,” Nora rasped. “I could eat you alive.”

“I…” Ivy wavered. She didn’t know what she wanted to say. 

“It’s okay,” Nora said. “It’s gonna happen either way, isn’t it? Unless you changed your mind about the side of the road?”

They were on a two-laned highway, a couple of cars in either direction always in sight. Stopping would mean even more cars, as the ones behind them passed them by. 

“No, absolutely not. It’d end up on the- on the fucking Internet or something.”

Nora massaged her thumb against Ivy’s skin. “Then I’m sorry, baby, but you’re gonna have to piss yourself.”

“’S bullshit,” Ivy mumbled. Tears were pricking up in her eyes. The side-to-side wiggling was simultaneously not doing enough to help her hold it and doing a frustratingly inconsistent too-much-not-enough to get her off. She resorted back to rocking, with no sign of pausing the mounting something that was steadily creeping up on her.

“We’ve got a ton of clothes in the back,” Nora soothed. “And towels, and baby wipes, and our rental is pretty far from any neighbors so nobody’ll see you walking in your wet clothes. And it won’t take too much to clean the truck, and I don’t mind cleaning it up, okay?”

“But-”

“It’s not a big deal,” Nora insisted, a bit of firmness edging in. “Understand?”

Ivy nodded tightly. She did understand, even if she could barely think. 

“Now, since it’s gonna happen anyways, you want to make yourself feel good?”

“Already am,” Ivy said. “Might, fuck, I don’t know. Might cum.”

“Just like that?”

“May- uhn- maybe.”

“Fuck.” She sounded reverent. “You wanna touch yourself, baby? Wanna stick your fingers down your shorts?”

Ivy nodded, frantic. She was so close, to coming, to pissing, to doing both. She just couldn’t quite get there.

Her fingers felt fucking heavenly. Her pussy was a mess of sticky slick, audibly squishing as she pushed her hand beneath the waistband of her panties and into the lips of her pussy. Just brushing against her clit was enough to cause her to shout out, trembling at the sudden stimulation of sensitive nerves.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, look at you. It feels good?”

“Yes! Fuck, ohmygod. Hnnnuh.”

Ivy’s fingers were clumsy, sitting up and trapped in her shorts and obstructed by the clamping of her thighs. But God, it didn’t even matter. She grinded her cunt on her heel and the drag of the cotton and denim against her pussy made everything all the better and her fingers fumbling over her clit was dragging her up up up.

“Keep playing with your clit, baby. Just like that, yeah. Just how you like it.”

“Gonna- fuck!”

“You gonna cum, Ives?”

“Wanna,” Ivy cried. “So- fuck, please, please. Wanna…I’m so…”

“Or are you gonna piss?”

“Fuck!” Ivy wailed. Her pleasure crested, sharp and violent and hard enough that her whole body shook. She threw her head back into the seat, practically seizing. She barely recognized the sounds she was making as something coming from her mouth, unfamiliar from any other she’d made before.

“Oh my god,” Nora was saying, somewhere in the distance. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”

Ivy was still shaking, still somewhere high up. 

“Need’ta piss,” she slurred. “Need’ta…uhn, I need’ta…”

Nora said something. Ivy registered only that it was meant to be encouraging.

“Uh, uhn, ohhhhhh fuck. Oh-”

Ivy’s fingers were still against her cunt, and she felt the first hot trickle of piss against them. It wasn’t enough, though, not even registering as relief. The sensation of liquid leaving her bladder, however, passing through her weakening sphincter and soaking into her shorts, bordered into the same amount of pleasure as playing with her clit usually was.

So soon after her orgasm, she felt overstimulated. There was still way too much pressure and it was taking a strenuous amount of concentration to keep even the tiny stream going and everything still felt so fucking good.

“Nnn…Nora,” Ivy sobbed. “I can’t-”

“Relax, Ives, relax. It’s okay, you can do it.”

“Can’t-”

Nora let go of Ivy’s thigh and instead tucked her hand beneath Ivy’s wrist of the hand still down her shorts to place her palm against her belly. “I’m gonna push down a bit, okay? Just relax.”

Ivy hiccuped, but nodded. She was still managing a thin stream of piss, seeping into the seat of her shorts and just barely beginning to form a puddle under her butt, but her bladder was screaming at her.

Nora pushed down and Ivy squirmed violently. The pressure was so much more but it wasn’t doing anything but hurting. She had to piss so bad and she couldn’t and inexplicably she felt like she could cum again just like this but not quite. And then her urethra gave way.

“Ohmy god,” Ivy choked. The piss flooded out of her.

It didn’t even feel like she was sitting in the passenger seat of her girlfriend’s car, her entire bottom was so suddenly drenched. She might as well have been sitting in the tub in a few inches of bathwater. Hot, very slightly piss-scented, bathwater.

It was euphoric. She might’ve been cumming again, for all the pleasure searing through her as her release hissed through her panties and pooled on the fabric seat faster than it could soak it up. She genuinely couldn’t tell.

The stream was hot and steady against her fingers as it sprayed out of her. Absently, she petted along her inner labia. 

“Shit,” Nora said, like she was in awe. “Shit.”

The stream started to peter out, in fits and bursts. Just when Ivy thought it was over another gush would start up, each one a little weaker than the last.

There was a dull drip, drip, drip as the puddle on the seat dripped onto the floorboards.

Nora’s eyes darted between the road and Ivy, with a desperate sort of want. “Oh my god, Ives. That was…”

“I think I’m still going,” Ivy said. She felt a little fuzzy around the edges, numb in the very tips of her fingers and toes and slightly cross eyed. Fucked out.

“Fuck,” Nora whispered, enthralled.

 The final dredges of her bladder’s contents were still dribbling out of her, like her urethra couldn’t quite figure out how to close back up. Ivy tried to force it a bit, by clenching up, but all that caused was a violent shiver to rush up her spine and a soft little gasp.

Finally, finally, Ivy felt herself stop peeing.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, satisfied and spent and high on sex. 

“You okay?” Nora asked. Her hand was back to Ivy’s thigh, mindless of the piss starting to cool on her skin.

“Yeah,” Ivy sighed, sleepy and pliant. “M’great. Maybe, uh, in a bit you could get a towel outta the back?”

“Yeah,” Nora agreed. “’Course, baby.”

#omovember #omorashi #fem omo #day 1 #original work #piss kink #original character #omovember 2023 #fic

[slippingkim]

Omorashi with dom-won?

can I be 🪽 anon? 🫂

unfortunately I already have a 🪽 anon just make an ask with a new emoji an I’ll change it, but welcome 🫶🫶

nsfw | mdni !! ~ cw: smut-ish, omorashi/pee, forced pissing, humiliation kink

domwon x subreader

🗯️ While you and wonnie were at the mall today he noticed you were walking a little slower than earlier and also were looking around frantically, he already caught on to your dilemma and played it off like nothing. Taking your arm and pulling you into another store watching you waddle around aimlessly, acting like you didn’t have to piss severally. He smirked watching you waddle over to a panel of jewelry to take a look, you hear footsteps from behind as you feel his hands wrap around you lower stomach next a low pain shoots through your body when you feel his hand push gently right on your bladder. He watched as you hunched over with a soft moan leaving your mouth as you look back at him with a confused blush you thought you were hiding your urge pretty well but obviously not well enough. He smirks and walks off waiting for you to finish looking at the panel until you come over and tug on his sweatshirt,

“wonnie? ..I have to pee” you say looking up at him innocently hoping he’d let you since he has a history of making you piss yourself.. but never in public.

“hmm~ okay.” He says walking out of the store with your hand on his arm but leading you in the opposite direction of the bathroom

“It’s over there” you point happily as the urge starts to weld in your bladder more thinking he’d just turn around and go the correct way

“I know~” he says still walking in the wrong direction, tightening his grip on your hand as he leads you to and empty area

Your smile drops while you lightly start to pull away from his grasp. Your thighs start to squeeze together as the urge grows and your fear worsens, he continues to pull you over to an empty area and harshly pins you against the wall.

“here you go~” he says smiling manipulatively gesturing towards your now trembling legs.

“I.. I-“ you stutter when you realize what he’s about to make you do. Your eyes start to shut as you feel your dam break while your hot piss starts gushing down your legs given that this is the first time you’ve gone today.. you were wearing the perfect skirt for the occasion so won could see every drop trickle down you legs. The puddle on the ground was so cute to him compared with your small feet and leg warmers he couldn’t help but smile.

“so messy~” he says proudly, patting your head good thing there was an exit right next to you two because if he made to walk around like this.. you’d never live it down.

#engene #enhypen #enhypen fic #enha fanfic #enhypen ships #enhypen smut #enhypen engene #enhypen hard hours #omorashi #soft omorashi #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon imagines #jungwon smut #jungwon fic #jungwon headcanons #jungwon x y/n #dom!jungwon

[twinkleomorashi]

Mutual desperation but one person is very vocal and obvious and the other person doesn’t say a goddamn word and is desperately trying not to even squirm to the point that the other person doesn’t event know they need to go (but they have to go SO bad)

#this is a spoiler for the next fic update I fear #omorashi

[omoegabo]

two omegas in heat mated to the same alpha being made to drink the same amounts of water and whoever leaks first will be made to sit by miserably and watch the other omega get knotted by their alpha. neither omega wants the other to experience that so they encourage each other to keep holding, snuggling close together in their shared nest, whispering words of reassurance despite the occasional squirming around until the inevitable happens and one of the poor little things helplessly pees all over the other.

#omegaverse #water sports #omorashi #smut #fic prompt #alpha x omega #omega x omega #alpha beta omega #nsft concept #fanfic #heat #bladder holding #bladder torture #bladder control #full bladder #bladder desperation #bursting bladder #bladder bulge #pee kink #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o verse #a/b/o #a/b/o smut #a/b/o universe #a/b/o au #a/b/o fic #a/b/o fanfic #fiction #headcanon #piss kink

[pissbuddys]

Character A and character B being in a large manor or castle or whatever for a party or other event. B is really desperate and A finally decided to drag them off to find a toilet.

But door after door and all they can find are guestrooms and closests so finally they decide to shove B into one of the guestrooms and have them go in a drawer of clothes or bunched up blankets. They then flee the party as quickly as they can before anyone can find out

#omorashi #i feel like years ago i read a fic or something with this plot #its a good fantasy even tho probably unrealistic

[pee-king-duck]

Introducing Hydra! A hyper-realistic android made for all your omo needs and devious fantasies~

With his translucent window you can see through right to his artificial bladder! Watch it fill as you pump him full of water until he's squirming with desperation! Watch it shrink again as he pisses himself like the pathetic little sex doll he is~

Laugh in his face when you fill him up again!

Make him beg for his dignity. Make him beg you to let him use the toilet... And then force him to piss himself all over again!

The fun never ends with this new invention by PeeKing & Co.

What would you do if you had a Hydra of your own?

#omorashi #robot #bladder control #bladder holding #omo #omorashi fic #pee pants #concept #concept art #character design #omorashi robot #omocute #nsft

[lokisgoodgirl]

Needs [Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki is truly desperate during a meeting. And it just keeps getting worse…thanks to you. (w/c 1.6k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Light omarashi. Light(ish) Smut. Masturbation. Language. A/N: Thanks @lokischambermaid for the encouragement to try out some omo! I hope it lives up to your high standards.

By 7.15am, Loki really wished he’d gone to the bathroom before the meeting.

Rogers was taking his sweet time. Ensuring every name on the long list of attendees was ticked off and ratified with methodical accuracy. Making time for inane chit chat. He was intolerable. Loki grimaced as he straightened in his seat.

“Brother, are you quite well?” Thor whispered from across the long rectangular table, a subtlety which at any other time would be worthy of sarcastic commentary but not this day. Not right now.

“I’m perfectly fine.” Loki muttered under his breath, noting Roger’s stare flickering towards him disapprovingly. A minute passed, slowly.

“Laufeyson.” Steve called inanely, his gaze focused on his accursed clipboard as the god rolled his eyes.

“Here. Clearly.”

Steve ignored him, continuing down the list of names.

Loki squirmed; trying to find a position for his hips that didn’t feel as though his aching bladder was being squeezed by the Hulk’s meaty fist. He rested his elbows on the table, lowering his torso subtly towards his thighs. No. He pressed his back against the chair, breathing deeply to extend his stomach muscles. No.

He sighed; the resulting pressure on his core making him wince. He really needed to go.

Ever since he had walked out of one of Roger’s infamous 7am meetings under the guise of a phone-call and not returned, he had been banned from unattended departures. The God of Mischief would not be treated like a child having his hand held while he relieved himself under guard. He would not give the eternally smug Rogers the satisfaction. He would not.

He closed his eyes, brow creasing in concentration as he tried to focus on the pompous words coming out of the Captain’s mouth, willing himself to be interested.

“…now that we have the formalities out the way, let’s welcome Y/N from Operations who’ll be talking us through the logistics of the Croatian H-mission…”

Loki’s eyes snapped open in alarm. Y/N? Why was she here? He really should make a point of reading those electronic letters once in a while. A sharp stab in his groin reminded him of his unfortunate situation. He groaned, loudly.

“Laufeyson?” Steve announced pointedly, his eyebrow raised in suspicion. “You got a question already?”

Loki’s eyes narrowed towards the Captain as you walked across the room from where you had been quietly concealed and stood at the head of the lengthy table. Gods above, you were beautiful.

He allowed himself to enjoy a stolen moment of voyeurism as he ran his eyes up your body. Low heels complimented your shapely calves, the defined muscles flexing through your pantyhose – or were they…suspenders? He shifted in his seat, the pang of need dampened temporarily by his keen observations.

You were wearing one of those damned pencil skirts that clung to your hips like hot wax on a fingertip. Norns how he wanted to peel it off before taking you roughly against the conference room wall.

A silk blouse clung against the curve of your breasts as you gathered your notes, the innocent movement of your graceful hands making your cleavage shift tantalisingly beneath the luxurious fabric. He could rip that thing to shreds.

“Psssssst…Loki!?”

His head whipped round to face Thor with malice, the crease of his hip causing his overfilled bladder to scream for attention.

What?” he hissed.

Thor innocently offered up a water jug, tipping the lip to pour the liquid painfully into a waiting glass below before stretching his arm across the table.

“…No!” Loki spat.

He just needed to get through your presentation. He would focus on you. On the beautiful distraction of your intelligent words. On thoughts of you enthusiastically partaking in every incredibly filthy sexual act in his repertoire. Preferably in his oafish brother’s bed.

He subtly thrust his hips involuntarily at the thought, the hot twang of desperation piercing his groin as you began to speak.

“The mission destination is Plitviče Lakes National Park – Croatia. We believe that a Hydra base has been operating underneath one of the sixteen terraced lakes there, joined by waterfalls scattered around the area. At the moment, we don’t have an exact location – so this operation is likely to involve underwater ops.”

Loki pressed his lips together in a silent moan of horror as you began clicking through a slideshow of dramatically crashing falls and underwater caves.

“…we believe the most likely site is the Veliki Slap, a 78m-high waterfall…”

“Oh come on!”

Loki’s eyes widened as he realised his desperation had caused his inner thoughts to spurt outward, feeling every pair of eyes in the room turn towards him as he shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“Laufeyson?” His name on your plump lips made him want to cum in his pants where he sat.

Loki leant one elbow on the table as his jaw angled towards you, hollowing his cheekbones in concentration as he looked up in a manner he hoped was casual. Stylish. Cool. Collected. And absolutely not about to wet himself.

“I just meant…it seems unlikely” he drawled, “…all that electronic equipment behind a…in a…”

“…a waterfall?” you finished, expectantly. He clenched. The ball of tight pain clawed for release underneath his skin as you began an explanation about mission intelligence.

Loki sank back in his seat, feeling Steve’s incredulous gaze burning into him from the side as his eyes began darting around the room looking for anything to fixate on that didn’t edge him closer to soaking his trousers.

He pressed his fingertips to his brow, scribbling haphazardly on a pad of paper as he retreated to the safe haven of fantasy. Familiar thoughts of you lying wantonly on his bed with that heavenly cleavage encased in emerald lingerie, legs spread…begging for your King. Yes, this would do nicely.

Minutes ticked on before Loki realised he had another growing issue. And it was growing fast.

Your silky tones relaying the team about mission specifics had pushed his covert thoughts about ravishing you to the next level, his hardened arousal straining obviously against his trousers.

He crossed his legs without thinking, the sharp crushing in his groin hitting as his face screwed up in a silent curse. This was torture. And it was all the fault of that damnable Rogers.

Loki balled a fist to his mouth as he bit down on his knuckles, feigning interest in the logistics of underwater exploratory espionage.

His cock throbbed between his thighs, the constricted blood pumping tauntingly as it keened his bladder to relent with every beat. Desperately he pressed his forearm down against his thick girth, a small whine escaping as a whistle between his pursed lips as you thanked the team and mercifully left his line of sight.

The effort to control his aching body was too much to focus his mind, his magic useless to conceal himself. One by one, the team left the room when the meeting ended. He had made it this far, he could hold it another few minutes to maintain his modesty.

When the coast was clear, Loki sprinted without grace through the door. His long legs straightened as he propelled through the hallway, making a beeline for the bathrooms at the end of the corridor.

Skidding across the tiled floor, Loki almost crashed into the wall of the cubicle as he slammed the door behind him and fumbled messily with the fastenings of his trousers.

He grimaced with frustration realising his conflicted body wouldn't cooperate with the relief so tantalisingly within its grasp. His selfish cock strained with lust; unwilling to yeild to his more immediate needs.

He groaned in desperation, slamming a palm forcefully to the wall as he considered his limited options.

Loki leant back against the side of the cubicle, closing his eyes as he pictured your curved ass in that tempting pencil skirt. Could you wear panties underneath something that tight? He thought not.

Fingers gripped firmly around his exposed length, rubbing his foreskin over the tip leaking pre-cum as he braced himself against the sharp pain in his bladder beneath his core.

He exhaled deeply as his hand began moving with force along his length, squeezing relentlessly as he mercilessly chased his release.

His needy pants rang around the tiled walls, low moans escaping through gritted teeth as he pictured his lips toying with your nipples through that silk shirt, his tongue seeking them out as you let him worship you. Would you let him shoot his hot, sticky load over your perfect tits? Of course you would-

“Oh godddddds….fuckkk…yesss…”

His seed spilled quickly over his waiting hand, understanding the urgency as a thin stream of clear urine followed from his softening cock. He moaned loudly as the staggered stream left his tip, hitting the back of the bowl with ringing force.

Loki sighed with relief. The sharp discomfort faded as he braced one hand on the wall above him, resting his damp forehead on his bicep as he emptied at a steady pace under heavy breaths. It was over.

Finally satisfied, he opened the cubicle door– freezing in place as he saw you standing by the sink, casually drying your hands with a paper towel.

Your amused gaze raised to meet his in the mirror, running your eyes down the reflection of the bedraggled god who looked like he needed to go back to bed.

“You know this is the women’s bathroom, right?”

“I…I - what you heard I…” Loki stammered, his legendary silver tongue well and truly absent without official leave.

You turned to face him, wetting your lips as a coy smile flickered across your features.

“Don’t worry Laufeyson, your secret is safe with me” you winked, “...everyone has needs.”

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[dumb-puppy-whore]

being punished while desperate

laid over my domme's lap as she spanks me

her chastising me for whatever bratty thing crossed the line this time

my noises slowly shifting from cries of pain to whimpers of desperation

"m-miss please," I cry as my hand shoots out to hold my crotch

my domme misinterpreting the movement as a way to shield myself from the punishment and pinning the arm behind my back

"what did I tell you about trying to shield yourself from punishment," she growls, stopping just enough to grab a different toy

"n-no miss I wasn't trying to-"

I gasp as a large dildo is pressed against my tdick before slowly trailing up towards my boycunt

"please tell me what you were trying to do then" she sharply says

"I-i was trying to keep myself from leaking," I say as my face flushes red

"ah," she says as if she's just realizing, "you're desperate"

she emphasizes the words by thrusting the dildo completely inside me and holding it there

"yes ma'am," I moan

"aww, here's what we're going to do baby; I'm going to fuck you with this dildo and you have two options: 1) cum and I will let you use the potty right after or 2) pee and we finish your punishment and you don't cum for a week. do you understand?"

"yes ma'am"

she grins evilly as she adjusts my body on her lap, putting both my hands behind my back and positioning her knee to be right in my bladder so that if she pressed down with the hand holding my wrists it would apply pressure on my bladder

all that's heard for some time are my moans and the sound of my domme railing me with her strap

eventually when my moans start picking up and raising in pitch, my domme breaks the relative silence

"fuck baby, you look so fucking good like this, my little bratty slut," she says while pressing on my wrists

I barely notice the new pressure from being so fucked out but I do notice as her voice gets increasingly sadistic and predatory

"fuck youre just a little whore aren't you? youre such a nasty pervert, you should be thanking me for even putting up with you. go on, Thank Me."

"Hng th-thank y-you mommy, for putting up with a dirty pervert like me"

as I cry out the words, my domme pushes on my back even harder, causing me to lose control over my bladder and pee all over her and myself and I immediately start crying as the relief flows through my body

my mommy stops as soon as she feels the wetness hit her leg.

"Are you fucking peeing on me?" she asks, an incredulous tone in her voice. "God you really are a disgusting whore aren't you, I don't even think you tried to hold it."

she continues berating me as i sob before gagging me to muffle my cries as she continues on to the second portion of the punishment

#mine #ftm bottom #ftm nsft #nblw nsft #nb sub #puppy sub #ftm ns/fw #this originally was Not Going to be that #not my best work but eh #bestie should i delete this yes or no #didnt know i needed to write a vent fic #omorashi #wow guys i finally stopped beating around the bush #that ending? terrible #should i announce when im doing a hold so yall can bully me yes or no #if youve read all these tags just know that im fighting sleep and explains most of this #mommy

[pastelxfilth]

"I really need to pee, Mommy," you admit weakly, a waver in your voice. "It really wants to come out."

"Will there be a leak inside your panties when Mommy checks?"

You shake your head no.

"You make Mommy so proud," your Mommy husks. "Keeping it inside so obediently."

Your Mommy pushes your jeans down your hips and puts her hand inside your underwear, parting your downright sodden labia, two fingers trailing along your entire slit.

Both of you moan.

Your cunt clenches down around nothing and coats your Mommy's palm with additional pussy juice. "Oh, so very wet, Princess," your Mommy purrs tauntingly. "You've ruined your panties. Holding her pee inside makes my horny slut gush all over Mommy's fingers."

You whimper.

"You would love to hump your cunt against a pillow right now like a little rabbit in heat until it just bursts out of you in a big, big stream, and all you'd be able to do is let it happen helplessly, wouldn't you?" Your Mommy starts rubbing your swollen and oversensitive clit, and you cling to her upper arms to keep yourself upright, choking on your breath. "Yeah, you'd love it. Being forced to sully yourself but secretly enjoying it like such a nasty little thing."

"God." You are barely able to process what your Mommy is saying.

"Mommy's good girl." Your Mommy pinches your button and gives it a few jerks.

"Mommy!" You shriek. "D-don't! I can't concentrate when you're doing this, and then I-" You can't finish speaking, your mouth hanging open in silent ecstasy, hips arching into your Mommy's fingers on their own accord.

"And then? Does it threaten to come out when Mommy's playing with you like this?" Your Mommy gives your pearl an extra hard nudge, then collects more wetness from your hole and pokes at your tiny pee slit. "Hmm?"

"Y-yes, Mommy! I c-can't..." You squirm and clamp your legs shut, forcing your Mommy's hand to still between your thighs. "So full."

"It's okay," your Mommy hushes, putting her other arm around you and holding you close. Her hand retreats from inside your panties and stuffs the cum-soiled fabric into your snatch instead, pressing down on your clit again over the material. "Let a little bit dribble out, Princess."

You bite your lip and put your temple onto your Mommy's shoulder, your rapid breathing puffing against her throat.

"Just a little bit, so there is room enough until we get home."

"Into my panties?" You ask quietly. Hopefully.

"Yes. I know that my whore loves to pee into her undies. Wet them, baby. Have an accident."

You try to relax enough to release a bit but not so much that you can't stop anymore. You can feel your hot pee starting to creep out. Your Mommy keeps stroking you through your soggy underwear. The way the slick material slides over your heated skin feels divine.

"It's coming, Mommy," you whisper.

"You're such a good little pee slut for Mommy, darling."

The first drops trickle out of your hole, and then a tiny rivulet follows. Your Mommy growls and rubs more firmly, thrusting her fingers into the expanding, distinctively wetter spot on your crotch. "Good girl. A little bit more."

One small spurt and then a stronger one. You feel your clammy panties growing warm. Your Mommy cups your entire mound, pushing against your slit, and you grind your cunt against your Mommy's palm.

"Feels so good, Mommy. Want to cum." As minuscule and short-lived as it is, the relief coursing through your body at this moment has you vibrating with ravenous need.

"Not yet."

"Mommy, please..." You claw at your Mommy's shoulder plates, rutting your core against her. "Let me cum, please! Wanna cum."

"Baby," your Mommy warns, hugging you against her, denying you the room you need to move. You're still trying to get stimulation on your clit, pressing deeper into your Mommy's embrace. "I need to cum so badly," you mumble over and over again in a frenzy, reduced to a squirming, incoherent, delirious mess.

"When we get home."

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[pinksomovember]

Day 3 - Sitting On Someone's Lap [ao3]

“Are you full yet, honey?” Avery asked. 

“Fuck off,” Oliver told him. 

This wasn’t not Oliver’s thing, but it definitely wasn’t something he would ever do on his own. But here he was, at Avery’s behest, just about swimming in how much water he’d drank throughout the day. 

The day began the way any of these specific types of scenes did, with Avery pressing glass after glass of water into Oliver’s hands. At the start, Oliver could use the bathroom whenever he wanted. As he got more hydrated he had to get up and go just about constantly. And just when he was getting up once or twice every single hour, Avery would pull him back down and say, “I think you can hold it.”

Of course, Oliver couldn’t. Not for long anyways. But he knew that Avery wanted that—wanted him to squirm and struggle until he eventually broke and either ended the scene or lost it all over himself—so he would stay where he was as the pressure in his bladder mounted higher and higher. 

“That’s not a very nice answer, is it?” Avery tsked.

“It’s not like you don’t already know the answer,” Oliver grumbled. 

Avery just hummed non-committedly, looking directly at Oliver. His gaze was steady and even, unfaltering. It made Oliver want to squirm for a completely different reason than the one quickly creeping over him, to shy away from the unadulterated attention.

“Would you please answer me when I ask you a question?” Avery asked, sugary sweet.

Oliver looked away, feeling heat crawling up his neck. “Yeah, okay.”

“Are you full yet?”

“...almost,” Oliver admitted.

Avery made an aw sound and shuffled closer, wrapping an arm around Oliver. “That wasn’t so hard, honey, was it?”

Oliver kept his face turned away. He was blushing bright red. At this same time, this was the part he didn’t mind quite that much. It was embarrassing, sure, but being the sole object of his boyfriend’s focus was…nice. Especially since he knew Avery was getting off to it.

“Here, hon, why don’t you finish the rest of your drink.”

Though Avery phrased it like a suggestion, there was nothing but firmness in the way he put the tumbler of ice water into Oliver’s hands. There was also a steely underbelly to his tone that brokered no room for argument.

There was almost half of the tumbler left, about 15 ounces of liquid—plus or minus a little depending on whether or not the ice cubes were counted. It had been long enough since Avery had last insisted he drink, so Oliver’s stomach wasn’t the part of him that was opposed to the added liquid at least. But his bladder was just so full. He could almost imagine he could feel it getting fuller and fuller by the second as his kidneys poured more and more into the poor swollen organ.

Worse was the way that he had become accustomed to quick and reliable relief. It was better than when he was less hydrated—the handful of times that he’d allowed Avery the ability to hold off his bathroom trips on a day where they weren’t planning on any sort of scene—because then his lower belly would cramp and hurt the fuller he got. But it was somehow more urgent like this, like his capacity had shrunk down to next to nothing, like he was only good to hold a teacup sized amount before he immediately had to relieve it. 

He didn’t want to drink the water, not really, but he took the straw between his lips and started to suck it down.

“There’s a good boy,” Avery sighed. His hand rested right over Oliver’s waist, where his arm was wrapped around him, and he started to pet over the sensitive area right over Oliver’s bladder.

Oliver sucked down the water faster. He wasn’t thirsty so it started to slosh in his stomach, which wasn’t pleasant, but the quicker he finished the water the less time it would have to move through his system.

“Avery,” Oliver protested when the hand got less gentle.

“Keep drinking, honey,” Avery said in his sugar sweet voice. His fingers were prodding into Oliver’s belly, probing up against the firmed up edges of his bladder.

Oliver couldn’t help but squirm, rubbing his thighs together and pinching his knees closed. And now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop moving. It provided only a tiny bit of relief—probably more of a placebo than anything else—but it was suddenly imperative that Oliver couldn’t sit still. And yet, even as he fidgeted in an unmistakable need for a toilet, he still dutifully sucked down his water.

The straw made a noisy slurping sound as Oliver sucked up the last dredges of water, ice rattling at the bottom of the cup.

“O-okay?” Oliver asked. He didn’t really know what Avery was planning after he’d finished, but he knew that it would be something.

“Are you all done?”

“Yes.”

“Hm…”

Oliver’s eyes went wide. Avery sounded a little upset, but he didn’t understand why. Oliver had done what he was told, he’d been good! What was there for Avery to be upset about? And what was he going to do because of it?

“You’re not actually finished, honey, even I could hear that,” Avery said.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Oliver protested. Both of his legs were jittering up and down in slightly discordant rhythms, practically bouncing him in his seat.

Avery took the cup and shook it. The ice cubes bounced off of each other and the metal interior of the cup, clanging around. “That’s alright, you just didn’t understand. Let me help you.”

He took the lid off and tilted the cup until the ice was close to falling out before plucking one up with the tips of his fingers. 

“Open up!” he chirped, pressing it to Oliver’s lips.

Obediently, Oliver did.

The ice was cold in his mouth, immediately distracting in a not-so-great way. The shiver wracked his bladder dangerously when his body registered the temperature. It melted far too slowly to suck down the water without thinking about it too much, too, making him have to swallow a small trickle of water every five to ten seconds, increasing his water intake to constant.

Just when the ice cube had completely melted, Avery was there with the next one, tracing the edge of the ice against the seam of his mouth until he acquiesced to the silent demand.

Oliver knew there wasn’t much ice left in the cup, maybe a half dozen ice cubes that had melted down to a size that was comfortable to suck on. The pace was slow going, though, and he knew he had to get through all of them before Avery would even consider moving on.

When Avery wasn’t actively taking ice out of the tumbler, it was held in the hand that was around Oliver. That meant no more unwelcomed pokes against his bladder but that also meant the metal was held very close to his lower belly. It took only a few seconds for the cold to permeate through the thin fabric of his shirt and start seeping into his skin. In combination with the ice in his mouth, Oliver couldn’t help but shiver at increasingly regular intervals.

“Avery,” Oliver whined. The last of the water that he’d chugged had time to join all of the liquid he had drank earlier in the day, his kidneys overworking themselves to process it at all a breakneck pace.

“Shh, honey, this is the last one. You think you can sip up the last little mouthful of water for me?”

Oliver allowed him to tilt the water that had collected as the ice cubes partially melted, and took the final piece of ice into his mouth.

“I- I really gotta-”

“I know,” Avery hushed.

Oliver sucked on the ice in his mouth. It was the final piece, the last thing he had to finish. He’d have done everything that Avery had asked and he could get up and go to the bathroom as soon as the ice was gone. He would, he decided right there, no matter how much Avery tried to convince him to stay.

Avery was watching raptly, pupils blown much wider than usual, as Oliver struggled to hold onto the last vestiges of his composure.

Oliver swallowed the last sliver of ice and opened his mouth, showing its absence.

“Perfect,” Avery praised. “C’mere.” He tugged at Oliver, trying to get him to climb into his lap.

Oliver…didn’t exactly fight to get away, but he did hold his ground. “No, no, I’ve gotta pee-”

“You can hold it, can’t you honey?”

“No I can’t, Avery let me- shit.”

A particularly insistent tug from Avery around his middle—not even low in his belly, but any sort of pressure near his sensitive soft organs put additional strain directly onto his bladder—caused Oliver a moment of panic as he felt his sphincter muscle nearly give way with a painful pulse.

Avery, just like always, somehow knew exactly what had just happened. Or rather, what nearly happened.

“Poor thing, you’re so close to losing it,” he cooed.

“Avery,” Oliver warned, but he knew he had lost. 

“You couldn’t even make it to the toilet like this, not when you’re so full. It’s okay, hon. C’mere, it’ll be alright.”

“The- the couch…”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll clean easy.”

Oliver gave up on all pretenses. He managed to maneuver around so that he was straddling Avery’s thighs, with many muffled curses and with an iron force of will holding the floodgates shut. His fists were white-knuckled fisting handfuls of his joggers and it was all he could do to tremble in Avery’s embrace.

“There we go,” Avery said, dragging Oliver’s hips closer to his own. He was hard in his pants, indulgently rolling his hips up a few times before settling.

“I’m- fuck, I’m-” Oliver panted. The change in position was hell. He couldn’t close his legs shut like he wanted to and his whole pelvic floor was opened up. His bladder was pressing down down down and there was very little he could do to discourage it.

“Let me help.”

Oliver gasped and nearly jumped as Avery grabbed his dick. 

He wasn’t harsh, but his grip was firm and actually did help with trying to hold. That was, until he started to rub his thumb in little circles right near the head. It was through two layers of fabric but both were thin, and Oliver was sensitive.

“Ah, no, sto- oh!” he whined. He was full fledged squirming, not even sure himself whether he was trying to get away from Avery or enjoying it, whether he was just trying to hold it or if he were allowing the overwhelming need to relieve himself bubble higher and higher.

“You’re okay, honey,” Avery told him, pressing a much-too-sweet kiss on his cheek. “I’ve got you.”

“I’ve gotta- I’m gonna-”

Oliver screwed his eyes shut, burying his face in Avery’s shoulder. His bladder was pulsing alongside his heartbeat, wave after wave of insistent need bombarding him. The hand Avery had on him was dizzying—body and mind confused over the pleasure so near such urgency. He was at his tipping point.

“God,” Avery cursed, his composure fleeing too.  “C’mon, honey, c’mon. Please.”

He made a choked noise as he felt the first spurt, torturously small, inside his cock and dribbling out. Not even enough to be seen if not for how Avery’s thumb pressed against the head of Oliver’s cock, forcing the fabric closer to soak it up, just a tiny dark circle on the gray of his joggers.

“That’s it,” Avery groaned, cock kicking up against Oliver. 

“I’m-”

“You’re so close, aren’t you, honey,” Avery said, feverish, squeezing his hand almost painfully tight before nearly releasing his hold entirely. 

It was all Oliver could do to respond, a warbling, “Uh-huh.”

The lack of a firm grip on his cock caused him to leak again, longer and just a little bit stronger. Still not enough to make a noise, but enough that his entire lap was starting to look saturated. Avery rewarded him with a sloppy kiss to his neck.

“You can let go, hon, just like that.”

A third leak. This time it was stronger, mistakeable for a full release if not for how it ended in only a few seconds. Enough to fountain up from the fabric of his pants, making visible exactly how his cock was positioned.

Avery’s shuddery moan meant that there was finally enough to trickle onto him, soaking through his clothes and reaching his skin.

“Fuck, please, Oliver.”

Oliver couldn’t refuse such a helpless plea—not if he wanted to, but how could he want to? This was truly worth it, for as much as he hated the mess and the aching pressure in his belly leading up to it. Avery holding him in place, while all that controlling bravado faltered into an illusion as he came apart underneath him—because of him.

The noise Avery made as Oliver finally let go was indescribable. High, airy, warbling. Half a sob, catching in his throat, and yet wonderfully loud.

As for wetting himself…well, this part wasn’t so bad. The relief was immense and pleasurable in its own way, even if he found nothing sexual about it. It cascaded onto Avery’s own lap, and down the slant of Oliver’s, hot and torrential. 

With a whine, before Oliver was even done, Avery tensed beneath him.

Oliver pushed a little, strengthening the much weakened stream of pee for a moment, and teased, “Creaming your pants just like that?”

#omorashi #omovember #masc omo #piss kink #day 3 #fic #temperature play

[waterfalls-of-lemonade]

lately i’ve been thinking about characters wearing complicated outfits in omo, specifically when someone else has to take it off for them because they’re too desperate to do it themselves 

the inherent trust and vulnerability involved in it, and the tension (of both kinds) 

the person helping them having to work quickly while being careful because one wrong move could make them leak or lose control

the person being undressed having to stay as still as possible so the other can focus on helping them out of their clothes, knowing that they’re so close to relief and yet so far 

the reassuring “it’s okay, i got it off, you can go now,” after what feels like forever, and the frantic rush to pull everything down and get themselves properly aimed/sitting (bonus points if the other person has to help them with that, too)

just... all of it

#idk just trying a new post style #omorashi #omocute #i talk #yes this was partly inspired by a certain fic #(it's probably the whole reason why i like this trope lol)