#pee your pants all the way or leak just a little bit to get a bit of relief rn

[omo-my-gosh]

my current fav concept: you have either have a full accident, or a little on purpose

[greenishghostey]

Squirting thots continued from yesterday: imagine if you squirted while Eddie was fucking you hard and deep while holding your knees next to your head, and he pulled out, slapped his cock against your pussy a few times to get it nice and soaked, and you had came so much it was literally creating little splashes

Damn ain't this A CONCEPT. Let's write some filth about it.

18+ Content MDNI

///

The slick squelching from your puffy cunt was just so loud. All you could hear was Eddie's wet pounding, his guttural moans and your own whining. His thick fingers were covered in your wet, having fucked you for what could have been 5 minutes or an hour with his hands earlier. The vice grip on your sweaty thighs had his nails biting into your skin.

"C'mon, one more of me, yeah?" Eddie panted, hiking your legs up by the backs of your knees. "My little lady can do one more, can't she?" He wanted an actual answer. "Use your words, babe, or I'll be annoying as all hell."

You could barely string a thought together. The majority of your day had been spent with some part of Eddie in you. Fingers, tongue, cock, he hadn't let up for what felt like hours. Only stopping for bathroom and snack breaks - he bought you the sandwich stuff you liked and even cut it diagonal for you. A far cry from the perv that was currently trying to get you to soak his mattress.

"One more. Can do one. Mhmm." You rambled, panting and fidgeting in Eddie's hold. The tension in your thighs and how deep Eddie was inside you had drool pooling in your mouth. You could feel him in your fucking stomach.

"Great," Eddie quickly pushed your legs up and back, your knees close to your head. "You're gonna be real sore after this. But I'll fix it later."

The pace set was nothing short of brutal. It felt almost unhinged in a way. Eddie's soaked cock was pounding into you and you couldn't do anything but lie there and take it. He was somehow deeper now and slamming into your g-spot, making the drool slide from your mouth.

Your mind was almost entirely blank. It was bliss, if anything. All you could focus on was the stretch and strain of Eddie and the burning that twisted in your stomach.

"God, I love when you look like that," Eddie groaned, lidded eyes trained on your face. "You're fuckin' drooling all 'cause of me. Because I'm the only one who can make ya feel this good, huh?" It amazed you that he could still think and talk.

"Fuckin' good, so good Eds - fucking god." You moaned, well aware that you were close but you couldn't articulate it anymore. Eddie would just have to figure it out. The twisting heat in your stomach moved down your abdomen. It felt like you had to pee. You knew this distinct feeling and it was exactly what Eddie was aiming for.

"Just one more big one, uh huh?" Eddie panted, leaning in closer - impossibly close so he could feel everything you were going to give him. "Soak this fucking bed." He whispered through clenched teeth directly into your face.

The release felt like a dam breaking. You screamed into Eddie's waiting mouth as he smiled down at you. You came in wet spurts, coating Eddie's lower body and the mattress under you both. He had made a joke about wanting some new stains to jazz the place up a bit.

The world was hazy as you gasped and caught your breath - any tense quickly leaving your body entirely. Eddie had let your legs rest on the bed again and slipped out of you just as fast. It took you a few seconds to notice what he was doing.

Eddie furiously pumped his cock in his fist, heavy lidded eyes focused on your messy cunt - his handiwork. You liked to watch him. It was raw and actually quite pretty in a feral sort of way. The jerking off just wasn't cutting it, however, so Eddie began slapping the leaking head of his cock in your mess. You twitched at the new stimulation, mewling and whining and only bringing Eddie closer to cumming.

"Jesus Christ, babe," He whined, fucking his hand and sliding his cock through your cum. "So so good for me. Just for me. Want me to cum on your pussy? Make more of a mess?"

You honestly wanted to cry because you wanted it that badly. "Mhmm, messy, please."

The wet slapping of Eddie's cock on your cunt had started to cause small splashes. They hit his torso, your tits and his bed - creating even more little stains. The experience was new, but exhilarating. It led you both to moan in unison into each other's mouths, a wet and desperate kiss to muffle Eddie's eventual yells.

[rintoki]

Neuvillette piss fic when 🙏

LMAO no bc i wrote that bit in the fic before i knew about his water tasting hobby

imagine water tasting with him but it’s mainly just him tasting it and you listening to him go on about the water lmao it’s a cute bonding moment 🫶🏼 until you just can’t help yourself. the man is gorgeous; it’s nice listening to his voice but you’d rather listen to his shaky breaths when you lean in a little too close with that look in your eyes, or his cute gasp when you kiss him mid-sentence.

now, normally neuvillette has a better hold on his bladder, but it seems today is just not one of those days as he begins to feel the familiar urge in his lower belly. coupled with his growing arousal as your hands begin to massage his thighs, already toying with the button of his pants.

he tries to mumble between kisses, growing more and more desperate as the urge now fades away to burning arousal. and your movements are relentless, quick to get him hard and throbbing in the palm of your hand as words fail him.

neuvillette grips your shirt, eyes squeezing shut as pathetic whimpers escape him. every flick of your wrist has him tugging on your shirt, his bottom lip bitten red and raw as you bring him closer and closer to release.

please.

he begs so helplessly, terribly ashamed of how turned on he is. how he anticipates how good it’ll feel when he lets it all out on your hand and his thighs begin to tremble.

go ahead.

you press a kiss to his cheek, watching the man before you crumble. one hand covering his mouth as pearly white cum sputters out, coating your hand in it as neuvillette rides out his high with shaky breath. unfortunately for the iudex of fontaine, now as his muscles begin to relax, so does his control over his bladder. the previous urge to pee coming back full force and he could do nothing but watch in horror as it begins to leak out, all over your hand and himself.

try as it might, his body simply didn’t listen to him as he tried to stop it. humiliation washing over him and it seemed to go on forever, silently cursing how much water he had drunk earlier. but even worse was your chuckle, and the way you held his softened cock as he emptied out his bladder onto the floor below. how could he ever show his face in front of you again?

[kittycatomo]

Content: omorashi, piss kink, dom/sub dynamic

I’m desperate in a way I haven’t been for ages, but he won’t let me go.

It’s a game we play sometimes. He makes me hold my pee while we make out, because it turns both of us on, but usually I use the toilet at some point, or we simply take it to the bedroom before I get too full. But not today.

I’m on his lap, still gently kissing his neck, but I’m distracted by how wet my panties are getting – at this point, I can’t tell if it’s my arousal or if I actually leaked a few drops. My blader is so full that it’s starting to get painful. I try asking again, using my sweetest, most persuasive voice.

“May I please use the bathroom, daddy?”

He smiles at me, still holding me close by my waist. He’s so strong. Ten minutes ago, I could have struggled free, but now I’m not sure I’d be able to do so without having an accident.

“Do you have to go that badly?” he asks sweetly.

I nod. The pressure is almost unbearable at this point, my cheeks are flushed from the strain of holding it in and the embarrassment of being at his mercy like this. On the other hand, a part of me is enjoying this. Having to play by his rules, him being in total control of me…

I’m squirming around on his lap, trying to ease the need to relieve myself, but then my clit touches my slick panties and I gasp. The pressure and the wetness feel so good, and I can’t help but grind my pussy on daddy’s pants.

He rubs my back, listening to my quiet moans of pleasure, then moves one hand to my nipple, and a light touch is enough to make me whine pathetically.

“Aww, I see, this is really hard for you”, he says, in the same sweet, condescending tone that always makes my head spin a little. “Then you should let a little bit out, baby girl.”

I sigh in relief. Despite how good it feels to hump his lap, I still really need to pee, so I try to get up, but he’s still holding me in place. I look up to him blankly. A part of me wants to argue, shout that this is not the time to joke around, that I’m about to piss myself, but he just shakes his head.

“Sweetie, if you need to pee so badly, just let some out on daddy’s lap. Show me how much you need it.”

I feel heat rush to my cheeks. Of course, I’d thought about it, but…

“I can’t”, I protest, but he just chuckles.

“Of course you can. You want to be a good girl for daddy, right?”

I groan. I am still extremely turned on, the ache in my bladder is getting worse, I am squirming around, trying to find relief but getting closer to losing control every time my clit brushes against my wet underwear… so I just obey.

Dropping my head on daddy’s shoulder, I focus and try to let go. At first, it’s harder than I thought. Despite how full and desperate I am, I struggle to relax my bladder and only manage to produce a tiny trickle, barely enough to dampen my panties.

Whining, I try even harder to let go, pushing until I can finally feel the soft flow of pee on my pussy, soaking through my underwear and into daddy’s pants. It stops again pretty soon, too soon, but it gives me a minimum of relief.

I can hear daddy moan and notice he’s started to rub his cock against his now slightly wet jeans.

“See, that wasn’t that hard, right, baby?” he whispers. “But I bet you need to piss more. And I bet it felt really good to wet your panties on my lap.”

I blush, embarrassed, but I nod. It feels so good to let go, being a good girl for him. For daddy.

He grabs my ass and pulls me closer, so my holes are directly above his cock. I try to relax – my bladder isn’t as full as before, but it’s still aching, and I think about how good it felt, how much I liked wetting myself for him, how much I enjoyed feeling the pee on my wet pussy and my soaked panties.

I only notice I’m pissing again when I hear daddy moan, and I focus on letting it all out, groaning with relief.

“You’re making daddy feel so good”, he sighs. “You’re going to make me lose control too.”

Before I can ask what he means, he’s pulled out his cock, pushed my panties aside and buried himself deep inside me. I gasp from the sudden pleasure.

He doesn’t move at first, so I have time to notice how he’s pushing on my bladder, still filled just enough so I can feel every movement. I squirm, trying to get closer to him, yearning for that feeling of fullness, and he fucks into me.

I can tell he is close and I am too, my wet panties still rubbing on my clit, and when I try to let go once more, pissing myself on his cock, it takes me over the edge. He groans and cums as well, holding me and showering me with praise.

He always knows how to make me feel like his good girl.

[lipglossanon]

Want puppy boy Leon to be so excited for his new home. He’s been practicing with the older dogs to make sure he knows how to protect his home, he learns how to keep his area the cleanest of all the puppies’, he knows all the tricks! He’s a little shy still, and also big for his breed so it’s been a couple adoption days and he’s still here, but he knows he’ll be adopted today! He’s a good boy, he promises! He has his area all clean, he’s sitting without squirming (too much), and he’s looking at the people who are coming by with the prettiest shy blush on his face! He’s whining a bit in anticipation and giving little tips of excitement because he KNOWS that he’ll get a home today! Maybe there’ll be little kids for him to play with! Maybe other hybrids, or an actual dog! He’d rather not live with a cat, hybrid or not, but he would get over it if the owners were nice enough!

Finally, you walk over and he can smell you through the door. It’s so sweet and you’re so pretty and his tail is wagging so fast it almost hurts and he’s glad he wore his baggier pants because his puppycock is reacting to his excitement to see you and your smell. And then you speak to him!!! Your voice is so pretty! He wants to listen to you, always! He tries to ignore his puppycock leaking when you say his name with a smile, how you lean down and he can see down your shirt to your gorgeous tits. You look away to grab something from your bag, and he humps the air/his pants, only to whine and stop when you turn back. He feels bad for lying about biting his tongue when you asked why he whined, but he promises himself, once you adopt him, he won’t lie ever again. He just has to get you to adopt him first. And you do!! You leave him with a shirt you slept in (for a couple night!!!!!) and say you’re going to let him sleep on the decision, and if HE agrees to be adopted by you, you’ll take him back tomorrow?! You asked if HE wants to be adopted by you?! You are a saint. Leon huffs the shirt as he humps his “breeding” pillow - a pillow with a hole in it specifically for hybrids so they can have something to mount. He doesn’t let a drop of his cum get on it because he’s worried you’ll change your mind if he ruins it, plus it’s his most treasured possession now.

Adopting puppy boy leon was the best thing you’ve done. He’s the best boy in the entire universe, just so sweet and handsome and smart, and he’s always looking for new ways to be a good boy for you. The only issue is he seems to do a lot of laundry. What you don’t know is that his puppy cock is as tied to his emotions as his tail is. Every time you cause his tail to speed, his puppy cock is erect and weeping. But if he gets too excited, he cums and pees a little. Poor puppy is happy, because he gets that release and gets to scent mark his home (and sometimes yoh since you don’t always notice when he releases when cuddling you, though he always makes sure to leave shortly after to clean up so he doesn’t overstep boundaries, because he’s a good puppy), but he’s embarrassed and ashamed of not being able to control himself, to not be able to stop himself from cumming and sometimes peeing. Big boys don’t have this problem. It’s only puppies who get so excited they can’t stop their cocks from leaking. He just hopes you won’t ask about the laundry, otherwise he’ll HAVE to be honest since he made that no-lying promise, and surely you wouldn’t be so mind-bendingly horny at the thought of your precious puppy Leon cumming just from you saying “good boy” or from getting him so turned on he leaks a little piss 👀 surely you wouldn’t want to test to see how many orgasms you can pull from his pretty puppycock 👀 surely you wouldn’t reward your good boy by letting him hump you as he drains his balls and his bladder 👀👀👀 (that’s exactly what happens, and Leon is no longer ashamed of his leaky puppy cock, because you still praise him and let him rub it all over you whenever he wants).

Anon did you just want to wish me a happy Friday or what? 😮‍💨 🤭

(And you should totally write this!! You have it pretty much drafted already 😍 😉)

But holy mother that was 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

I-I’m just speechless

[wrentiptoes]

I want someone to buy me pull ups at the store, come home and tell me they think I should wear them, just as a trial. After all I almost had that accident while making dinner yesterday, and the day before that peed all down my legs while I was doing dishes.

Tell me it's just for around the house, afterall I've never been *truly* desperate in public. Right? Until a month or so in, my body's gotten so used to just going at the first twinge of my bladder I wet myself in line at the grocery store. They comfort me, let me know it's not my fault, they weren't watching me close enough, I can't be trusted to know when I need to pee, I'm just a little bunny.

Start 'potty training' me at home. Sit me on a potty in front of you every half hour, don't let me up until I pee at least a little bit. Tell me I'm not allowed to go potty by myself, after all the big toilet is only for people and I'm just a little whore bunny. Put me in diapers instead of the pull ups and cut me down from every half hour to once every 4 hours. After all, if I want to wear big boy pants again i need to be able to hold it.

But my little bladder has gotten so used to never being full that I'm leaking before it's even been 1 hour. Tell me that little bunny rabbit pets shouldn't be so expensive, and that if I can't stop wasting diapers you'll get me a litter box to use instead.

Train me to hold, just a little bit. Enough to feel safe taking off the diapers, I can definitely make it to my box to go! After all there's a box in most rooms, or at least some puppy pads.

On my first day out of diapers, make me crawl to follow you, make breakfast, head into your office. Make me kneel at your feet as you sit at your desk to work. Listen to me start to whine and paw at your leg because "I need to tinkle". Tell me I can't go on my own and you're busy. When I start to squirm and grab myself, tell me if I really can't hold it on my own I can use your foot to help, after all bunnies can't use their hands. Help settle me, boycunt pressed against your foot, and feel your sock soak through. At first you can't tell if I'm leaking already or if being made to crawl around and kneel all day has really made me that wet. You can't tell until I start to hump like the pathetic little bunny I am, that only you can make me.

Listen to me whine and whimper as I grind against your foot, trying desperately to get myself off and keep from making a mess. Ignore me as I beg "please sir, i need to go, I'm gonna make a mess". Tell me I know better, that if I wreck your nice floors I'll be licking it up.

Hear the doorbell ring. Look at me, on my knees, sweating, flushed and rutting against your ankle, and tell me to get up. We have visitors after all. Grab the collar around my neck and hook the leash to it, you do so love showing off your dumb little fuck bunny. Lead me to the door, my still on my hands and knees, back arched, boycunt dripping and bladder bulging, and you, fully dressed and one sock soaked through with my slick. There's no litter box or puppy pads in your office, but there is in the entryway and I know if I can angle just right I can plant myself in the straw of the box at the back door.

But we don't go to the back door. We go to the front, to meet your visitors. You haven't told me we're expecting anyone. It doesn't occur to me to be nervous, you've trained me to trust you. Yes it's embarrassing (humilating really) to be naked and so desperate in front of others, but you've made me confident in my use and appeal as a fuck toy. The front door doesn't have a litter box. Puppy pads are easier to explain to strangers. As we round to corner I can see them. Not ideal for how full my bladder is now, but better than wetting your freshly mopped floors.

The glass door of the entry way greets us and behind it 2 of your friends. I know them too, they play at some of the events we go to. The ones I've never been brave enough to volunteer for. They've seen me mostly naked before and definitely seen all the photos of me that you have, but they've not seen this side of me. The desperate, dick drunk, cock dumb bunny in front of them. They've already seen me though and I'm starting to drip more than slick down my thighs, so no time like the present right?

I start to crawl to the clean puppy pads laid down just for me, when my leash goes taught. Tears welling I tug slightly, but it gets me no slack instead only pulling me closer to you. "Come Wren, meet my friends. They came all the way here just to play with you darling boy" and I can't argue with that, not when they've travelled so far.

So thighs pressed tight I toddle my way over to the door and you open it. They step in say hi to you first as both their friend and my owner. Formality dealt with and permission granted they ruffle my hair and tug at my nipples, gently running their hands over me and fawning at you prized show bunny. One dips their hand between my thighs and my legs slam shut. I look up at you, reduced to whines and moans, squirming as I kneel with my knees firmly together and heels pressed against my sopping boycunt. I but my head against you leg and nibble at your pant leg.

"He's soaked, you must have started without us" oh right. One of their hands is still trapped between my legs. I buck against their palm as the fondly my slick folds and little dick. My eyes clench shut as I fight to hold in any drops. They haven't mentioned the puppy pads or that the wetness on my thighs is far to much to just be slick dripping from my cunt. Maybe they haven't noticed?

The man in front of me starts to tease a single thick finger into my boycunt, teasing and caressing me. I fold over at the waist, eyes clenching tight as he gently tugs at my small cock, humming before looking back up at you "I've never seen one so small, aren't bunnies supposed to be a sign of verility?" You laugh as he keeps going, palm now resting against my dick and finger pumping in and out. The leash tugs at my neck but I know if I sit up now it's all over.

I turn my head and squint on eye open. You make eye contact with my and gasp as I loose control for a moment. A short gush of piss flows out of me as I hump against his hand, desperately trying to stem the flow. He draws his hand back, juices coating it as you respond "I thinm you'll notice Wren here is more alligned with the fertility side of things. But if he's disappointed you already I can grab his strap and he can show you just what it means to fuck like a bunny"

I shake as I scooch my way closer to you, every muscle in my body tense to try to keep the flow of piss from soaking the floor and 3 sets of socks. You tap the side of your leg and I rest my head there as your friends rise and continue their conversation. A few moments pass as I heave for breath before I feel a small trickle down my thigh and hump my hips up seeking friction to get myself back in control. You've already said I can't use my hand, but now with your friends here, can I still use your foot? I use my teeth to tug gently at your pant leg and when that recieves nothing more than you hands running through my hair, I tap my head against your thigh. You look at me from the corner of your eye before looking away. "Sir please, I still need-" I don't get very far before you cut me off. "Hush now Wren, people are talking" I whine and push closer to your thigh and you grip the leash tight in your hand, winding it closer and closer to you until I have no slack, chest pressed against your leg and hips pistoning as my knees speard around you ankle.

"Look at him go. Already got him off once and he's still so keyed up he's humping your leg right here where anyone walking by could see." At his words I look out the glass door we 'stand' in front of. He's right, anyone passing by could look in and see me drooling against your pants and stiped naked at the feet of three people. As the rest of his words process I whine "no, no!" At first it's just to mean I hadn't gotten off yet, I always need permission from sir before I can cum and I need you to know I haven't broken that rule. But as I jerk to force the words out, my bladder spasms. A spurt of urine hits the floors, spattering between my spread legs. I try to slam my legs shut again but your leg is firmly between them. My shout cause you to yank the leash, pulling my collar tight against my throat and cutting off my air for a moment.

My eyes roll as I groan and feel heat puddle against my knees, piss flooding out of me and soaking the bottom of your socks before spreading across the hardwood floor. I melt as the tension leaves my body in rivers that trickle into every nook and cranny. As the flow begins to taper off, I roll my head back on my shoulders, hips jumping as I take in 3 pairs of soaked socks. You snap a foot out to hold my hips in place leaving me with the relief of an empty bladder but no friction to relieve the orher itch growing in me.

"If you think you deserve to get off before any of the rest of us after that stunt, you're a dumber bunny than I thought. Clean up your mess and then you can start working for your reward"

[ohbo-ohno]

Hear me out: micro-penis!Soap

Almost nothing changes, he is still extremely confident and cocky. But now he's even more focused on getting Ghosts dick bc it's not like he can fuck anyone with that tiny thing and masturbating when your pinky is thicker than your length is really fucking difficult.

It makes it possible for him to wear the tightest pants imaginable though. After all, it doesn't hurt his crotch area. He prefers shopping in the women's clothing section because they have the best pants to make his ass look good and there is so much variation.

He can't pee while standing - hard to direct the stream when the one finger you are holding your dick with is covering your pee hole (also ideal for puppy!Soap) - and there are no condoms that he can use - there is simply not enough length for it to hold on (which means his puppycunt is always leaking).

Makes it real easy to hide when he's aroused in public. Makes it even easier to hide when Ghost makes him cum in his pants with a (purposeful) touch or that look he gets when Soap has been a good boy. Not that it takes much, his tight pants have enough pressure on his small dick to make him cum just from walking around.

Has turned him into a pro in taking humiliation. Is used to the ribbing to downright abuse he gets from other soldiers once they've seen him in the showers. (As the FNG Soap has gone through too many hazings to count, distracting them with his small dick ensures that most of the hazing concentrates on that).

Is so attuned to getting humiliated for it that he is confused when he doesn't get it. Starts prompting for it, continues to desperately downgrade himself.

(Everyone on base knows that Soap has the smallest cock in the country. It's almost synonymous with his name. Soap likes it that way. Likes that everyone knows that for all his cockiness he could never fuck anyone. Loves that every soldier on base knows that he is just a hole waiting to be used. That if they approach him for a hook-up it's no question who is gonna be the bitch)

tbh i LIVE for any kind of dick humiliation - small dick humiliation, big dick humiliation, it's all fun and kinky. but sdh really lends itself to feminization, which is also hot

you made this Consensual (by nature of soap being a freak) which is great & super hot in it's own right and i love to read it, but i am unfortunately sick and nasty and have a bit more fun with this if soap's... not so into it. sorry to take it in that direction!

there's no way soap could hide his dick in the military, it's just not possible. so we are acknowledging it as fact, and disregarding it entirely so we can pretend that ghost wouldn't find out through other soldiers. also everything after this point is super scatterbrained and im so sorry for that lol

(btw.... soap having to sit down to piss... should not be as hot to me as it is, but something about that has me literally shivering)

thinking about ghost finding out about soap's tiny cock and kinda like... blackmailing him with it :/ threatens to tell everyone, both of them knowing that he'd lose so much respect from other soldiers. tells him he might even whore him out if soap can't behave

ghost fucking soap and holding a hand over his cock cause there's nothing to jack off, maybe he's nice and rubs a little like you might a clit, but usually doesn't even bother to give something so little any pleasure :/

ghost putting him in tight tight pants, so tight that it's impossible not to notice that he's either got no dick or a tiny dick. soap whines a little, squirms because the pants are pushing on his dick and he's so fucking hard, and the little tent in his pants just looks like another fold in the leather :/

[thatgoldentrickle]

tammy 2 catches me in the pawnee library, desperate for a piss.

she acts professional when in work mode, so she is completely sincere when she asks me, "do you need me to show you where the bathroom is, honey?" but by my flustered reaction she can tell I'm into this.

she looks around. we are alone, deep in the stacks. she leans in closer to me. "do you wanna piss yourself?"

"I, uh -"

"It's okay if you do, we've cleaned worse fluids out of this carpet, sweetheart." she runs her hand along my back, almost hard enough to bruise, but not quite. she traces my bra line, presses down to my waist, gropes my hip -

"yes," I say. "I wanna pee all over myself, I wanna make a big mess, like a helpless little piss slut."

"that's right, baby, you're not gonna make it to the toilet," tammy orders me. her hand has drifted down to my ass cheek, pinching, kneading it. I gasp and reflexively grope her breasts. Her other hand grabs the back of my head and pulls me close so she can whisper in my ear. "you'll be too busy eating me out to put your pee-pee where it belongs."

I groan in pleasure at the thought. I rub my thighs together, both to hold my pee in and also to quell the burning in my crotch. I unbutton her blouse, kissing the cleavage that is visible under her lacy red bra. I keep kissing my way down her torso, then hike up her tight black pencil skirt. she is not wearing any underwear beneath. I salivate at the sight of her hairy pussy. diving right in, I nuzzle and lick her hip bone, and then move to her upper thighs.

eventually she gets impatient. "come on," she growls, yanking my head up to her damp vulva.

I get right to sucking on her clit, and the stifled mewling sounds she lets out make my own clit throb. I gasp as some pee leaks out of me.

"I just peed a little bit," I confess.

"don't you dare," she whispers back, her tone harsh. "you are not allowed to piss your nasty little pants until you make me cum."

I squirm. "but I have to go really, really bad. I dunno if I can make it."

"hold it or you'll be sorry."

"I'll try."

I dive back into her wet heat, licking up and down her ample labia, teasing the whole area around her clit before practicing my literacy skills on it, so to speak.

tammy moans, quiet but intense, grinding on my tongue, her nails digging into the bookshelf she's holding onto for support. my hands are running up and down her legs as I eat her out, though one hand migrates up to her ass cheek and pinches it. I am rewarded with a sharp squeal.

More pee creeps into my panties. I can only hope she is too pleasured to notice.

I bear down on her clit with more intensity, and she starts swearing under her breath. "that fucking mouth of yours feels so goddamn good I'm rubbing my coochie juice all over your desperate ass face and you fucking like it don't you, you little slut, you don't wan-na - ahh! - pee in the toilet like a good girl, you wanna taste my pussy and piss all over yourself and make a puddle on the fucking carpet and be a messy slutty bitch - ohhhhh!"

her thighs are trembling, and I know she's almost there. I give her clit a few more sucks and she's gone, biting her forearm to stifle the cry she makes as she comes.

I relax and start pissing full force into my pants. with a loud hiss the wet patch on my crotch grows into streams of warm piss cascading down my thighs and onto my calves folded under my drenched butt. my puddle spreads around me, lapping onto her strappy heels.

"just look at this mess you've made," tammy says, still breathing hard from her orgasm. "when you walk out of here everyone is going to see you had a pee accident. they'll know that you can't hold your pee-pee in worth shit, they'll say you should be wearing diapers."

"I should wear diapers," I agree.

"we have a lot of potty-training books," she says, "maybe you should check some out before you go."

I swoon at the idea of being seen perusing potty-training books while wearing wet pants. "I'd love to," I say, "but first . . . may I please rub myself on your leg?"

"you wanna hump me like a dog?" tammy asks.

"yes, please! you got me so hot, and wet not just with pee-pee . . ."

"well . . . you asked so nicely, I guess you can rub your piss-soaked little cunt on my leg, if you're that desperate." she nudges my thighs apart, not bothering to be gentle with her pointy heel. "you needy piss slut"

[crissiebaby]

DiapOut: Chapter 11

DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, hypermessing, sissification, WAM, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the first chapter and want to catch up, be sure to check out the link in the description. I hope you enjoy!

-------------------------------------------------------------

“Shit!”

Sitting in the cafeteria alone, a freshman Kyoko was having the worst day of her life. She’d only been attending West Edmonton Tech for a little over two months and the stress was eating her alive. Why didn’t someone tell her that you didn’t NEED to fill your maximum class load every semester during sign-ups? Now that midterms were fast approaching, she was feeling the pressure to perform well or potentially lose the scholarships and honor student status she had earned.

Needless to say, the weight hanging over Kyoko’s head was growing larger by the second. So it wasn’t at all a surprise that her diaper-wearing habits had gotten more frequent. She’d lucked into having a dorm room all to herself, despite being a first-year student. Finally possessing a space all to herself, she felt free to let herself indulge in her deepest, kinkiest desires. 

Sadly, on this day, Kyoko’s desire for a bit of babyish relief had cost her. Staring down at her lap, she grimaced as she spotted a large, wet stain forming at the base of her crotch that spread all across her lap and rear of her pants. Leaking in public was one thing but leaking in the middle of campus around the people she’d be spending the next four years with was another beast entirely. To make matters worse, her dorm was on the far edge of campus and she had nothing to cover her humiliation with. Heck, she wasn’t even sure she could make it out of the cafeteria without someone noticing. She lowered her head behind her backpack and began to weep silently, the frustration finally getting to her.

*Clink!*

Kyoko’s head snapped to attention as the sound of someone setting something down on the table she was sitting at alerted her to raise her guard. Looking across the table, she spotted a skinny guy who had set his trey down across from her without so much as asking first. “H-Hey, sorry. I’m not really looking for company,” she said, trying to hide the fact that she was just crying as best as she could.

*Snap!*

Instead of leaving, the guy across from her simply cracked open his can of ginger ale and took a long sip, avoiding eye contact the whole time as if Kyoko wasn’t even there. As he moved to set the can back down, he purposefully reached too far, placing his beverage on the raised edge of his trey and causing it to tip over.

The yellow liquid quickly spread across the flat surface and waterfalled onto Kyoko’s lap before she could even blink. The ice-cold drink shocked her out of her seat in an instant. “Gah!! What the hell?!” she shouted as the sticky beverage soaked into her jeans, completely masking the pee that had trickled out of her diaper as her entire side was now drenched. The sudden rise in volume had drawn the eyes of the other cafeteria patrons to both her and the mystery man.

“Shoot, I’m so sorry! Let me go get you some napkins,” the guy said in a way that sounded almost performative as he quickly got up from his seat. Moving past Kyoko, he leaned in and whispered, “Hopefully my accident covered yours up enough,” before rushing off to find something to wipe off with.

Dumbfounded, Kyoko grabbed a chair from a nearby empty table and timidly sat down as she waited for the guy to return with the napkins he promised. Turning to look at the other patrons in the cafeteria, she was shocked and relieved to see all of them resume their dinners without so much as a second glance. Despite her initial reaction, this random guy's drink spill had saved her from causing a far more embarrassing scene. Beyond that, he also clocked that she was wearing a leaky diaper while she was seated, something that would require him to have at least some level of ABDL knowledge. “Who are you?” she pondered curiously as she leaned back in her chair and cracked a soft smile.

-------------------------------------------------------------

Tapping her foot as she sipped at her half-empty can of Canada Dry, Kyoko let out a relieved sigh as the smooth, fizzy soda danced across her tongue. A lot had happened between her and Zeke since the day they met and he saved her from a humiliating trudge across campus. Who would’ve guessed that the events of that day would be the foundation of the WET Diaper Lovers Club? She was too proud to ever admit it but all of this would never have been possible without Zeke. Knowing there was someone else just like her gave her the confidence to stand up for what she believed in. 

“There you are! Your pop was starting to get warm,” said Kyoko, waving a petrified Zeke over to her. It took her less than two seconds to realize that something wasn’t right with him. Her eyes followed him as he stiffly sat down next to her without so much as a glance in her general direction, “Hey, you okay?”

Nodding his head like a spasming robot, Zeke was doing a terrible job maintaining his composure. “I…Look, I don’t even know what just happened, okay?” he said sharply in a rare moment of vexation. Gone was his usual calm demeanor, turning him into a ball of anxiety, “Can we just drop it for now and focus on the next challenge? I really don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Um…sure,” said Kyoko, not used to seeing her best friend so distressed. As much as she wanted to probe him for more information, she had bigger things to focus on. Zeke was right. Whatever drama he was dealing with could wait until they were $500,000 richer.

-------------------------------------------------------------

“Mia Holbrook!” shouted Keelee as she entered the green room for the second time. This time, she had a small bottle tucked away under her clipboard.

Nudging a napping Mia with her shoulder, Misa helped get Mia’s attention. “Hey, dude. I think you’re needed for something,” she said in a hushed voice so as not to stir Lelaya from her slumber.

Stretching at her arms and legs, a very sore Mia got up from her seat and staggered over to the door of the green room where Keelee was waiting for her, her diaper crinkling in her tired ears with every step. “What’s going on? Are we starting soon?” she asked, holding back a big yawn.

“We are but I need to talk to you privately for a sec-OOF!,” said Keelee, interrupted by Ayaya as she came bursting through the door, bumping into Keelee in the process.

“Oops! Sorry,” said Ayaya, flashing a smile that looked far from apologetic.

Folding her arms, Misa shook her head at Ayaya. “And where have you been? Mia and I searched for you for like thirty minutes!” she said, doing little to hide her annoyance.

“My B! I was just getting better acquainted with some of the production staff,” said Ayaya, fluffing up her hair as she strutted across the green room and sat down with her phone, cheekily texting away. 

Rolling her eyes, Keelee scoffed as she held the door open for Mia and ushered her into the hallway, away from prying ears. As soon as the door closed, she tucked her clipboard under her arm and presented the bottle to Mia, “Production asked me to give this to you. Take two when we call everyone to places.”

Accepting the bottle, Mia was confused why production was giving her a labelless container full of pills. “What is it?” she asked tepidly, her concern growing.

Sighing, Keelee motioned for Mia to lean in closer as she spoke softly, “They’re pills that increase the elasticity of your gastrointestinal tract, allowing your body to process more fecal matter. In other words, these things make you shit a lot.”

“W-Why on Earth would I take this?!” said Mia, attempting to pass the bottle back to Keelee as if by merely holding it, she’d succumb to the pill’s effects.

Shushing Mia in an effort to calm her down, Keelee recognized how stupid it was for production to think they could get away with this without letting Mia in on what was happening. “I told them you’d never take it blindly but did they listen? No,” she said, showing off how disgruntled she was with her higher-ups, “This is gonna suck to hear but I’m gonna let you in on a trade secret. Basically, all of the game shows you see on television are rigged in one way or another. And Congratulations, since you’ve got the most notoriety of everyone playing, production wants to see you make it as far as you can. It would be a disaster for ratings if the Baby New Year and her friends were completely out of the game after the second round.”

Mia was at a loss for words as she stared at Keelee, her mouth slightly agape. In the back of her mind, she’d always kind of known these shows were rigged. And yet, that somehow didn’t lessen the blow at all. “So…you want me to cheat?” she asked as whatever positive feelings she had toward this show began to fade rapidly.

Rubbing the back of her neck, Keelee found herself unable to look Mia in the eye. “Basically yes. Since the next round requires a lot of diaper messing, this is as unfair of an advantage as it gets. Sorry, there isn’t a good way to sugarcoat that,” she said coldly, “Personally, I’m not really a fan of this either. But I’m just the messenger on this one. Try to look at it this way; by the end of the night, there’s a good chance you’ll have 500k burning a hole in your pocket.”

Before Mia had a chance to say anything else, an alarm on Keelee’s phone went off, signaling to her that Round Two was about to start. “I gotta go. Just take the pills. I’m sorry,” she said before dashing off down the hallway, leaving Mia all alone with her conscience.

Gazing at the bottle in her hand, Mia didn’t know what to think. Was she really capable of cheating? The thought alone made her feel dirty like she no longer deserved to win, let alone play. She twisted off the cap and looked inside, seeing about a dozen white, chalky pills. If she wasn’t nervous for Round Two to start before, she certainly was now.

TO BE CONTINUED…

« PREVIOUS l FIRST l NEXT »

-------------------------------------------------------------

Heyyo! Can't wait until next week for more DiapOut!? Subscribe to my Patreon, where you can get early access to main series chapters like this one, as well as exclusive content you won't find anywhere else! Join my dollhouse at patreon.com/crissiebaby!

Edited by AllySmolShork

[maddiemooooooo]

You’re on my lap in a tight pair of jeans. We’re watching a movie and I refilled your cup the whole way through it. You were only squirming ever so slightly but I could feel your bladders little bulge each time I brought my hand under the button on your jeans. I don’t press yet, I just place it there. You’re shy and I completely take advantage of that.

“More water baby?”

“Mmmm. Umm... I...”

“Huh? What’s that? You full?” - I say in the most gentle, sort of demeaning tone.

“Nn.. no it’s not that it’s just...” you slowly shift your legs over so that your crotch is on my thigh. “It’s just that I don’t want to get up”

“Oh, you sure you don’t have to go to the bathroom? I mean, I wouldn’t want you to miss the movie but I’m sure you wouldn’t mind...”

“Nnnn....nnn..” - you cut me off.

“What’s that? Huh?” - I press down on your bladder as I taunt you. You had grown so comfortable with my hand resting there that you had completely forgotten I had that access. It startled you so much so that you let out a little yelp and you tried to squeeze your thighs together but you forgot that mine was in wedged between. You were on the edge of pissing, your body thought it would get relief by clenching but with my thigh in the way sure enough a fast little leak escaped as you grabbed your pussy.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened? You can talk to me.” I act oblivious as I push down, this time harder, on your bladder

“Come on you know you can tell me what’s going on” - now, taking your hands and pulling them away from your crotch leaving only the pressure of my thigh to stop you from bursting.

“I...I’m... “

“You’ve got it. Come on now, tell me”

At this point you’re grinding into my thigh harder and harder. Your moans escaping along with little leaks.

“Baby, why is my thigh wet? You need me to help you hold it in?”

You look mortified but at this point you have no other option if you want even a chance at holding the rest in

“..mhm..”

Letting go of that bit of humility you had been holding on to.

You get embarrassed easily.

Just the thought of asking to go pee makes you shy, imagine being so desperate that your only hope is a hand putting pressure in your pussy.

Your face gets more red by the second, I use this opportunity to rub it in.

“This must suck, huh? Your hands are restrained so you need someone else’s to keep yourself from wetting your pants.”

“If you would just..”

“Just what?”

“If you would just let my arms go I wouldn’t need your hands”

Little do you know that the more you complain, the more it encourages me.

Now I want to make it impossible for your hands to move.

I wrap my arms under yours in a way that would keep you from being able to grab yourself. I bring one hand under your jeans to feel underwear leaked through. I only place one hand there, softly and it’s as though the gentleness of it made you more desperate- you start grinding into my hand as though begging me to hold you harder.

But I don’t.

“ please”

“Please what?”

“Please let me hold myself”

“Why? Why would you need to hold yourself?”

“B...because I gotta...

I gotta go pee. I need to go pee so bad and I’m going to have an accident please let me hold myself”

You finally give In.

“Oh? Was that it the whole time? “ - I say in that same demeaning oblivious tone-

“You could’ve just said something baby here you can hold yourself”

I uutangle my arms from yours and you quickly grab yourself without enough time to go under your jeans.

“Need help?”

You nod aggressively with now deeply red cheeks.

I bring my hand back under your jeans and press hard, hoping to keep it in for a little longer

“You scared you’re gonna have an accident on me? It’s ok baby, I got you. You’re right here in my arms and I’m gonna help you keep it all In”.....

Your grinds get deeper and harder and you start to moan louder

“ I..l can’t...”

“You can hold it. you’ve got it. I’m right here. “

“But I.. it’s.. it’s gonna… it’s gonna come out... I’m gonna”

“No you’re not. You’re not gonna have an accident just keep grinding”

“I can’t hold it I can’t hold it I can’t...”

I feel the squirts escaping between my fingers. Now coming out faster and closer together

“Hold me. Hold me tighter baby please I can’t make it I can’t hold it anymore please...”

My fingers are pressed so deeply into your crotch that I can feel how tightly you’re squeezing. I love when you’re this desperate.

Now you’re squirming all over the place.

You’re clenching every muscle and I’m enjoying the seconds before you piss yourself.

Your grip around my neck tightens suddenly, you yelp. You leak. It’s harsh and loud and as soon as it hits my fingers you release both hands from my neck and (try to) grab yourself.

My hand is in the way and it’s as though your brain told your body that it could hold it in as long as you’d be able to hold yourself.

And as soon as your body catches on, another hiss escapes following behind your begging- “I NEED both hands baby I’m desperate.”

I use one hand to grab your hip and I move the only thing keeping your piss inside- my fingers.

“Your wish is my command” I say.

You shoot both hands down, putting as much pressure as possible exactly where you need it. You adjust and move around my thigh hoping to find a spot that will give you some relief.

“Hey,” I say, “it’s ok if you can’t hold it anymore.”

“No!” You say “tell me to hold it! Don’t let me have an accident! Please!”

Your poor body is so tired, you lay your head on my shoulders, hands still gripping yourself. You turn your head to my neck and burry your face in it. You’re worn out so I offer support- my hand over yours, still keeping my other hand holding you in my arms.

You moan. Louder and more whiny. Then the loud long stream of piss escapes.

You never give up though. You hold on until the very last drop. I feel you clenching tightly around them as you moan:

“I’m...I’m... I’m having an accident”

“I know babygirl, it’s ok” I assure you. I wipe off my soaked hand so I can hold you tight… I ignore the wet clothes because comforting you is the priority after you’ve had an accident.

[selfcarecap]

Wet dreams [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: What the title says. Also, we have friends to lovers.

warnings: smut, also unprotected sex- don’t be a loner cover your boner (sorry I don’t know any cooler condom jingle - cover your peter, it will be much neater? lmao just googled that)

word count: 3.7k

-this is a repost of an old fic-

You use Peter as a teddy bear to fall asleep. He loves it.

You’ve done it countless times before, during the countless sleepovers you’ve had over the past years.

But it’s never affected him as much as tonight. With your lower leg gently hiked over his, your arm placed across his chest, pulling him into you, and your breath tickling at his neck.

Peter feels hot.

It’s actually raining and with the window open it’s the perfect temperature to sleep. But Peter is warm, a blush spreading from where he can feel it hotly under his t-shirt crawling all the way to his face.

All because you’re so close. It’s never bothered him in the past, when you two cuddled to go to sleep. Sure, he’s had... those type of thoughts about you before. But he never even dared to think inappropriately about you when you were innocently sleeping right next to him.

But since you‘ve fallen asleep, you keep making these little noises.

They’re probably nothing, and he’s being the one with dirty thoughts. He can’t help but notice that you sound like you’re moaning though, very quietly, but it’s an unmistakable sound.

He tries to ignore you but then your hips start grinding against his slowly.

It’s not until your lips find his neck that Peter realises you’ve woken up. He leans in to kiss you and you moan into his mouth. Your hand slides down his chest and then into his pants.

You jerk him off for only a few minutes. When he gets close, you whisper, “Cum for me, Peter,” and he lets go, relaxing into the feeling of you.

He closes his eyes as he releases and that’s when he notices your hand isn’t anywhere near his crotch. You’re still sleeping peacefully next to him, hand holding onto his arm, but nothing else. It’s not just his mind that his very realistic dream had an effect on, but his pants are now stained, a wet spot still forming on his shorts.

Fuck.

With more precision and carefulness than he uses for his Spider Man jobs, Peter climbs out of the bed, gently pulling your hand off of him. You mumble in your sleep, definitely no sex noises now, and turn around.

Peter stumbles into the bathroom, freeing himself of the restraint of his pants, taking his throbbing cock into his hand. He might’ve cum already but he’s still so hard.

He rubs himself up and down a few times, caging his cock in his fist as his breathing becomes strained. He starts jacking off faster and faster, his dream of his hand being replaced by yours playing in his mind automatically.

Peter groans louder than he intended to when he cums again, hoping you couldn’t hear him from his room. He goes to pee, wash his hands and his face while he’s already in the bathroom, and tries to get the stain out of his pants, kind of disgusted with himself.

It’s dark outside, 2:30am, he sees on his phone. When he steps into his room he can make out your form, facing the door, but still asleep.

He bends down to his drawer with underwear to get fresh boxers to swap for the stained ones that he’s still wearing.

“Nice ass,” you say, voice a bit groggy from sleep.

Peter turns to the side, so you won’t be able to make out any wetness on his boxers. It’s dark, but he won’t risk it.

“What you doing?” you ask.

“Uh oh— uhhh I was cold and I was gonna get long sweatpants.”

“Oh okay, sorry if I was hogging the blanket.”

“No you weren‘t doing anything, I just get cold in the night sometimes. Uh could you turn around while I change?”

He hears you turn around and he changes in record time, climbing back into bed, patting the mattress to make sure he didn’t leak onto it earlier.

“Let me warm you up,” you cuddle into him again, your thigh sneaking between his.

“Uhhhnghh-” Peter starts and you back off.

“Too hot?”

“No uh, just don’t.. don’t..” his mind is still hazy from his two orgasms.

“Did I do something?”

“I just had a weird dream and I’m just feeling a bit... weird right now,” he hopes you’ll finally go back to sleep, but it seems like you’re wide awake now, leaning on your elbow to talk to him.

“A bad dream?”

“No, don‘t worry about it.”

“A sex dream?” you ask, just as a joke, but his silence seems to be enough of an answer and you grin, “No! Really? Tell me about it!”

“Uh, no.”

“You don‘t have to be embarrassed or anything. I won‘t kink-shame you if it was weird, trust me I‘ve had weird sex dreams.”

“How about you tell me about them then?”

“Hm, okay, but you first.”

“I can‘t,” Peter says. His eyes have gotten used to the dark enough that he can make out your lips sticking out in a pout now, “Why not?”

Becoming a little frustrated with your continuous questions, Peter blurts out, “It- it was about you.”

“Oh,” shit, he’s ruined everything now, you’ll think he’s a weirdo- “Now I want to know even more.”

“What- really?” He asks.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, biting your lip and Peter licks his, already becoming hot and bothered again just thinking about his dream.

“We were,” Peter gulps, “lying in bed, like we were in real life, when you fell asleep. You had your arm around me and you woke up- and then you started kissing my neck…” his eyes flicker over to see if you’re disgusted by the thought of doing something like that to your best friend, but you’re listening intently. Even with a smile tugging at your lips.

“And then you... your hand started trailing down my stomach a-and under my pants,” he takes a shaky breath, because thinking about that dream is enough, but talking about it is getting him turned on again, very quickly.

Suddenly Peter feels your fingers at the waistband of his sweats. His hips buck up and into your hand, “Like that?” you ask.

You palm his growing hard-on and when he nods quickly you straddle him, pulling his clothes down to start jerking him off properly, using your spit to do so.

“Just like that,” Peter whispers and sits up to kiss you, your hand still going until he cums all over himself.

Peter wakes up in a sweat. He sits up immediately.

Another dream?

He‘s still wearing his shorts that he initially wore when he went to bed.

You‘re sleeping next to him. Turned away and slumbering in peace.

He repeats what he did in his dream. Goes to the bathroom. Jerks off. Goes back to his room. Changes.

This time you remain asleep. No comments about his ass. No talking about his wet dream- or better- dreams. Or was it all one dream?

He goes back to bed with as much distance as the bed allows. He doesn’t let himself fall asleep. He can‘t have another wet dream and risk waking up with cum-stained pants next to you.

*

“Mornin’” you stretch your arms when you wake up with a sleepy groan, “How long have you been awake?”

Peter managed to stay up all night after he woke up from his double wet dream.

“Just a bit. Couldn‘t sleep. “

“Oh no, did I take up too much space?” you worry, seeing his awkward position.

“No! Just had a weird dream before.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

This time he says no straight-away and you don’t push him. He knows real life would never end like his dream.

“I get it, I don’t like talking about my dreams either, but I like writing them down, it helps,” you smile kindly.

Peter smiles back. He might’ve had two dirty dreams about you in one night, and is tired as hell, but the way you’re sitting next to him, wrapped in the covers, giving him advice so he can feel better- it’s the cutest thing ever.

He realises he’s staring, “Oh- y-yeah thanks, don‘t know if I‘d want that on paper though.”

He curses himself for the sexual undertone he said that with and you squint a bit, teasing him, but you leave it alone.

You get up to stretch some more, your hands reaching down to your toes as you bend over. You do this every morning after you’ve slept over at his place, but Peter’s already on edge and this time he can’t ignore the way you’re unwillingly presenting your ass to him.

He escapes into the bathroom, this time only doing appropriate stuff.

You seem to sense how tired Peter is, so after breakfast you go home, telling him you enjoyed yesterday’s movie night.

Finally, time to catch up on sleep, Peter thinks. But no.

As soon as he closes his eyes, the dreams replay in his mind. He can’t keep you out of his head, even when he puts on some creepy ASMR that other people use to fall asleep, but you shine through in his mind even through the distraction.

He gives up on sleeping and decides to follow your advice.

Maybe if he writes it down, by getting it on paper, he’ll get it out of his head.

It’s not that he minds the dream, he likes thinking about you in that way in theory. But you’re just friends and if you were to ever find out he thinks of you like that, he’d be damned. You’d probably be creeped out and want to stop being his friend.

That’s why he doesn’t want the dream replaying in his head and continue thinking about you like that.

He quickly goes into town to buy the first notebook he sees. Once he’s back home, he gets out a pen and sits on his bed.

He should probably change the sheets, he didn’t get anything on them, but they still feel dirty, at least in his mind.

Peter scribbles the dream down, feeling ashamed while he does so, but it’s like a breath of fresh air when he’s finished, throwing the notebook on the bed.

He’ll be able to sleep now, having gotten it out, but not before he showers and changes his bed covers.

*

You’re honestly glad Peter seemed so tired this morning. That gave you an excuse to get home earlier and deal with the dream you had last night.

It seemed so real at first.

You woke up in the middle of the night, to Peter groaning and moaning softly in his sleep.

You got so turned on that you started touching yourself. From the noises you were making, Peter woke up and decided to help you out a little. It was the hottest dream you’ve ever had, but not the first of that kind.

Luckily, you woke up only after you came in your dream and weren’t horny anymore. You were calm and satisfied and you don’t think Peter noticed that you were a little off, he was so tired himself.

He probably had a bad dream, and you get why he wouldn’t want to talk about it. You’ve experienced some yourself and started writing them down a while ago - it’s been really helpful.

After a while you also started writing down your dirty dreams, in a few pages at the back, where no one would look if they ever got ahold of your notebook.

You could take your dream-book with you to show Peter one day - not the wet dreams - but if he saw how you wrote down your bad dreams, maybe he’d recognise that it could be useful too.

For now, you open it, to write down your dream, to get rid of those horny thoughts about your innocent best friend.

*

The next time you’re at Peter’s place, you notice a little notebook wedged into the gap between his bed and the wall while he’s getting you two something to drink.

You take it out but can’t see what it is. A diary? You probably shouldn’t be reading it no matter what it is. But your curiosity gets the best of you.

On the first page, you see Peter’s followed your advice. Framed in a sloppily drawn cloud, it says “Dreams”.

You know it’s wrong to go past the first page, but your fingers aren’t listening to your brain. He’s written down a single dream, the pages past it are all empty and you can see your name pop up multiple times in the few paragraphs.

You’re intrigued now, you can’t help but skim through the lines and you get excited when you find out what it’s about.

So Peter’s been having wet dreams about you.. Could that mean he likes you just the way you like him, or are they really just dreams? Something he can’t help, and that’s why he was so irritated that morning, because he couldn’t ever willingly think about you that way?

You throw the notebook under the blanket when you hear Peter getting closer to his room, trying to act normal when he passes you your drink.

“You remember that dream you had and I told you to write it down?”

Peter nods.

“Well I don‘t know if you ended up writing it down,” you lie, “but I just wanted to show you some of my dreams, or give you some to read if you want, so you see that it‘s not weird to write down your dreams and that it can be quite helpful.”

You pass him your notebook that you brought with you to show him and he thanks you with a smile, “Don‘t go to the back, those are my sex dreams, very recent ones,” you tell him and he tenses up.

You’re not sure if you’re being too obvious, “I‘ll go to the bathroom while you can read some of my dreams, I trust you. I know they‘re safe with you,” you wink and leave the room, hoping Peter takes the hint and reads some of your dreams at the back.

If he finds out you dream about him like that too, he might find the courage to tell you he likes you - if he even likes you, which you really hope he does, otherwise you’ve gotten yourself into something very awkward.

-

You wink at Peter before you leave the room and he’s not sure if he really knows what you’re implying. Do you want him to read your sex dreams? Or was it just a friendly wink and you still think he had a nightmare and just want to help him.

Whatever you want him to do, Peter’s curious. He dares to take just a quick look into the forbidden pages.

His heart beats faster when he reads the word “licked”. He really just feels like he’s invading your privacy now. Just as he’s about to go to the pages at the front, he sees his name next to the verb. Now it’s a positive rush again.

He doesn’t know how long you’re going to take so he just skims through some of the dreams. His name over and over, words like “kissed” “licked” “sucked” and various body parts- Peter gets the picture.

He hears you open the bathroom door and he nearly drops the book as he fumbles with the pages, pretending to read one of the non-sexual dreams.

You plop down next to him to check what pages he’s reading.

“That, that was helpful. Thanks,” Peter gives the book back to you, trying not to make it obvious he knows that you dreamt about him.

You both drop the subject of dreams for the next hours. It’s not until you mention the film you watched when you slept at Peter’s last week, that he remembers the date at the top of the page of your latest wet dream - it was the day you slept at his.

“Isn’t it crazy that we had a sex dream at the same time while lying next to each other… about each other,” Peter says before realising he’s exposing himself.

His eyes go wide but you smirk, “Oh, so you caught the bait?”

The gears in his head click and he’s relieved, “I wasn’t sure if it was one or if i was being a total asshole and invading your privacy by reading the dreams you told me not to.”

“No, I wanted you to read them… cause I kinda invaded your privacy first,” you pull out Peter’s notebook from under the blanket, “I found this and.. I read what you wrote. So yeah.. you said it- we both had a wet dream about each other.. while sleeping next to each other,” your voice quietens, less confident than before, because, what does this mean?

Peter interrupts the silence between you, “I don’t know about you, but I don’t just randomly have dreams like that about people that I just see as a friend.”

“Me neither,” you whisper. You look down at his lips and he leans in, only a breath away from you.

“I’ve liked you for so fucking long,” he says. You move even closer to him, lips nearly touching, “Me too.”

Peter pulls your whole body against his, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is filled with so much hunger, you can feel how long he’s wanted you.

You wrap your arms around him and don’t plan on letting him go any time soon. Peter’s hands are on your face, your neck, your waist and after a while they start wandering down to your ass, stopping the kissing to see your reaction, but you pull him back in immediately.

The next time one of you interrupts the kissing is at least a few minutes later.

“I know we just kissed ten minutes ago, but I‘m really horny and we‘ve known each other for so long that I really trust you. So would you like to.. y‘know?” you raise your brows and smile.

His eyes are as wide as you’ve ever seen, “Have… sex?”

You nod with a wide grin and he smiles even wider than you, starting to ramble, “Yeah- yeah, I’d love to. But only if you’re okay with it?”

“Okay with it? I’ve been waiting for this for so lonf.”

“Of course- how- how do I help you enjoy it?”

“Just uh... rub my clit a little- but I can do that myself too.”

“No- no let me. I want to.”

You get rid of your clothes quickly and Peter’s still occupied with his belt while you sit still, waiting for him. You’re admiring him when he notices you’re naked already.

He drops his hands to his side and just stares, stares as if he’s looking at a sky full of bright stars.

You giggle and push your chest out a little more, for good measure. He’s still speechless a few seconds later and you pull him toward you, “C’mere and kiss me.”

He stops midway, cupping your face and smiling, finally getting some words out, “I can’t believe I have such a beautiful-” his words stop again, mouth staying open mid-sentence.

“Girlfriend,” you finish for him, his lips moving into a smile, “Thanks. I can’t believe how handsome my boyfriend is,” he blushes at that, “I also can’t believe that you’re not naked yet.”

“Oh-” Peter rips his pants and boxers down in one go and finally starts kissing you again, wrapping your thighs around his waist.

“Get inside of me, Peter, I need you.”

He lifts himself off of you a bit, “I wanna give you a little head start first. I’m not sure how long I’m gonna last.”

Peter’s blushing and shy - afraid that he won’t be able to make you feel good. But you’re already so wet from all the kissing. It’s even sexier that he’s so considerate about making you cum first, making you cum at all.

You relax into his touch, into him rubbing circles on your pussy. You stop him just as you’re about to cum. “I want to cum when you’re inside of me,” you say.

Peter licks his lips and positions himself between your thighs. He rubs his cock against your clit a few more times, his eyes shutting as soon as he gently slides into you.

You moan when he’s fully inside of you, and Peter can barely contain himself either.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mumbles, face hidden in your neck.

“You feel so good,” you kiss the side of his face. His hand is on your clit, but he’s too focussed on not cumming himself that you replace his fingers with yours.

“I wanna make you feel good-”

“It’s okay, baby, I can take care of myself. I want you to cum for me,” you say, feeling yourself close to the edge.

He pulls his hips back and goes in all the way one more time and then spills into you with a groan, your own high flowing through your body as you rub at your clit.

You’re both out of breath by the time you’ve come down from your highs, Peter telling you how beautiful you are and you can only give the compliment back.

He gives you a chaste kiss, getting up to bring you a cloth to clean up with before you go pee.

You decide to take a shower together but in the end there’s more kissing than showering.

You can’t keep your hands to each other, even after hours of intimacy, when you plan on sleeping that night.

“I’m so happy that we’re finally together. I know we just had mindblowing sex and this all came together because of a wet dream - or multiple of those, but I want you to know that the most important thing to me is that you can always come to me. It was like that when we were friends too but obviously we weren’t close enough to confess that we like each other- so just know you can tell me anything. And I mean anything,” Peter says, stroking your back as you lie next to him on your stomach.

“I know that, baby. The same goes for you,” you exchange the last kiss for this night, but still stay close as ever. Finally living out your true feelings, and it feels damn good to sleep wrapped in Peter’s arms, and not just next to him.

[frenchfrywrites]

Shy Bladder

MINORS DNI

dom amab reader, sub Idia, piss, semi public, handjob, blowjob, face fucking

The first time it happens Idia had just bolted out of potions class like his lab coat caught on fire. As his lab partner (and loving partner), you’d asked Crewel if you could go check on Idia in case something was wrong. You’re pretty sure he knows the two of you are dating, and despite that (or maybe because of it) he'd let you go after him.

“Hey, are you okay?” you hoped you sounded as worried as you felt. Sure, Idia acted weird sometimes, but he would rather sneak out of the room unseen than rush out and call attention to himself. 

Idia whipped his head around to look at you, standing in front of the stall with his hands wrapped around a clump of his hair in what you know is a sign of anxiety within him. 

Upon processing your question he’d fumbled out his tablet, typing furiously until the automated voice spoke: “I can’t hold it anymore.” Your brows furrowed. You’d thought maybe he felt sick or that he was having a panic attack. He ran out like his life was on the line, just because he had to pee?

“Okay…” you trailed off, wanting more details. Idia’s breathing had quickened, and droplets of sweat started to form,

“I can’t go!” the voice from the tablet urged. He looked completely frantic. You had cooed softly, going over to him, 

“Why not, baby?” you'd asked quietly, like you were talking to a wild animal. Idia looked like he was seconds from wetting his pants, pressing his legs together and squirming from one leg to the other.

Idia tried to type on his tablet, but his hands were shaking too much, “I can’t- not in public- it’s- I can’t do it,” he finally spoke, and sounded like he was seconds away from crying. You nodded, getting the idea that Idia has a shy bladder. Fitting.

“Do you want me to…help?” Idia’s eyes had widened at your suggestion, his breath hitched, and his cheeks (along with his hair) flushed a bright pink. He squirmed for a second, likely thinking it through, before he nodded.

“Please,” he whimpered, and you felt something stir inside of you at how desperate he'd sounded.

“Okay,” you took his tablet from him, left it outside, and led him into the stall closing the door behind the two of you as you pressed yourself up against him. “Alright, do you think you can take your pants off?” he shook his head, his hands now once again clenched around his hair- and by the looks of it they wouldn't be moving any time soon. “That’s okay darling, can I take them off?” 

“Yuh-yes,” Idia answered quickly, leaning a bit against you. You slotted your chin against his shoulder, making sure his lab jacket was pulled out of the way. Gently you pulled down his pants and underwear, which you noticed had a little wet spot from where you guessed he must have leaked a bit.

Even more gently, you took his cock in your hands, and kissed his neck reassuringly, “think you can let go?” you asked, trying not to sound too eager. Idia whimpered, scrunching his eyes shut tightly as he shuddered against you.

“I literally can’t,” he sounded like he was seconds away from crying. 

“Shhh, you’re okay baby, I got you,” you kissed his neck again as you brought one hand to his bladder. You rubbed the spot as a way of comforting him, “just focus on my voice Idia, I know you can relax, I know you can do it, I’m right here with you, I have you,” you were saying all the things you would have if he were having a panic attack, which seemed to be helping. 

Slowly you felt him slump against you, and seconds later the first spurt of piss left him. Idia let out a relieved moan as he finally let go, which did not help with the arousal you felt as you helped your boyfriend pee. 

“Good boy,” you praised, causing Idia to snuggle up to you more as he let out a pleased sound. His eyes were still closed, now in ecstasy rather than frustration, but you wouldn’t even dare to blink. You didn't want to miss a second of this. 

“Good boy,” you repeated, still rubbing his bladder and occasionally kissing his neck. When the stream seemed to taper off you were surprised by how disappointed you were. You shook him off, then tucked him back into his underwear and pants.

Idia refused to make eye contact as he waited by the sink for you to wash your hands. His hands meanwhile had not moved once from where they were gripping his hair. 

“Hey,” you nudged him gently before you left the bathroom. Idia finally looked at you, and he seemed a little paler than usual. “I uh,” you gently helped him unwind one of his hands so you could hold it, “I liked helping you with that-”

“Wait really?” his voice had cracked, and his surprise made you feel a bit embarrassed.

“Yeah, I did,” you had squeezed his hand, “so if you ever want- or need- help again, just let me know, okay?” Idia bit his lip, considered it for a second, then nodded. 

You had kissed him and the two of you returned to class, hand in (sweaty) hand.

-

Neither of you talked about the moment, though you hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since it happened. Even still, and to your surprise, the second time Idia does let you know when he needs your help.

Now that you were fully aware of his bladder problem, you noticed him squirming more than anyone else (save for maybe Rook) would have. 

It was during PE, and you watched him struggle with flying as he tried to suppress the urge to piss as long as possible. It was cute watching him grind onto the broom a bit, and swerve when he got distracted by his needs. 

Finally you got a break, and Idia scurried over to you, tugging on your uniform. 

“Save me,” he squeaked, likely hoping no one around you would overhear. You wrapped your arm possessively around Idia’s waist, and began leading him to the restroom. The bathroom wasn’t empty, but it wasn't crowded either. The two of you went to the farthest stall, and stealthily sneaked in.

He was fidgeting a lot, though it seemed to be largely due to his need to go pee rather than anxiety. Actually, he seemed a lot more relaxed this time, maybe due to the fact that you’ve done this once already. His hands were not glued to his hair, rather he helped you with undoing his buckle and zipping his uniform open. 

Idia’s hands came up to his chest then, letting you take the lead. You reached into his underwear to pull his dick out, again pressing yourself up against him as you looked over his shoulder. 

“You’re a good boy for getting me right away,” you whispered honestly, considering if he’d waited much longer the walk across the field to the bathrooms would have been a lot harder. Idia whined softly, leaning into you. “How bad do you have to go?” you asked softly, mostly to fuel your own interest in Idia’s bladder. 

“Um, really bad,” he had told you, “I almost didn’t think I could hold it, but I’m no noob when it comes to holding,” he bragged quietly, showing you a small smile. You hummed, once more bringing your hand to his bladder and rubbing there. Idia squirmed a bit, but still couldn’t find it in himself to release. 

“C’mon Idia, relax,” you urged, hoping that no one heard the two of you, and that the praise and reassurance would lead to him letting go. “I saw how bad you had to go, rubbing against your broom to feel a bit better,” Idia whined ever so softly, embarrassed that he was caught, “be good for me, let go baby, piss for me-” and with a quiet hitched moan he did. He leaned his head against you, but watched himself this time. You had also let out a small noise, remembering how hot and excited you got last time. 

You babbled hushed praise as he peed, trying to subtly grind yourself against his ass while you watched him. Idia started to harden a bit in your hand, and you would have indulged him if you didn’t have class again in 10 minutes, so instead you waited until he softened in your hand.

“There we go,” you mused happily as you shook him off, and helped him back into his underwear. When he finished zipping up his uniform he had turned around, and you kissed him quickly before pulling away to stealthily step out of the stall and wash your hands.

“I’m really glad you let me know when you had to go,” you told him- now at full volume as no one was around now- while you rinsed off the soap on your hands. Idia shifted from foot to foot,

“I- I wanted to say,” he started, a grin working its way onto his face, “I like when you… help me too.” The two of you grinned like idiots at each other for a second, and then Idia leaned in to kiss you. “Thx,” he mumbled against your lips, pulling away so you could dry your hands and return to class. 

During your walk back you succeeded in suppressing how embarrassingly turned on you got over that.

-

This time is planned. 

You’re hanging out alone, just the two of you, and Idia is toying around with a little gadget while you finish up some homework. You’re in his room, not in public, and Idia has recently finished an energy drink. It’s maybe a bit strange how you now notice how often he drinks, and what he’s been drinking. 

He's also started squirming a lot, which is something you've gotten insanely good at picking up on. You think it’s odd that he hasn’t gotten up to go yet, after all he only needs your help in public. Maybe he’s just really invested in whatever he’s working on.

You turn back to your work for a while until you feel Idia standing awkwardly next to you. Before you can ask what’s up he’s tugging you into the bathroom connected to his room.

“I have to go,” he tells you, holding onto you tightly. You pause for a second, trying to process the situation, and by the time you come back to the moment Idia looks expectant and a bit agitated. You imagine he doesn't like waiting for an answer when he's seconds away from release. 

“Okay,” is all you have to say for him to turn around, and pull his pants and underwear down for you. Like always, you slot yourself behind him, looking over his shoulder. You take Idia into your hand and he whimpers, pulling up his shirt a bit and holding tightly onto the fabric. Same as always you rub his bladder. Same as always you feel blood rush to your dick.

You find yourself getting more turned on than ever before as you realize two things: one, Idia was drinking and holding just for you, and two, you can get hard without worrying about people entering the bathroom or class afterwards. 

With this knowledge you freely grind yourself against his ass, feeling him twitch in your hand as his breathing grows heavier. 

“Relax Idia, let go, you’re okay, I’ve got you,” you don’t have to say much for him to start going. You think he must have purposely been holding until this very moment, waiting for you to tell him it was okay to pee; because it’s not like his shy bladder affects him when he’s not in public. 

“You need me to help you all the time now don’t you,” you ask softly. Though it's largely a rhetorical question, Idia nods, grinding his ass against your dick. You hum before continuing, “can’t piss by yourself anymore, can you baby?” Idia whines,

“No, can’t, I- hah- I need you,” you groan at that, sucking softly on his neck as you both watch him pee. 

When the stream tapers off you watch as he hardens in your hand, and instead of all the other times you’ve done this, you don’t shake him off or hold him until he goes soft again. Instead, you stroke him slowly,

“Got excited having me help you?” you tease, reveling in the way that his neck flushes and the tips of his hair turn a bright pink. He nods, jerking his hips into your fist, moaning softly. “Sweet boy,” you murmur softly, quickening your pace. 

“Please,” Idia whimpers, precum leaking from his cock. 

“Please what baby?” he whines, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping onto his shirt. 

“Please, ah, let me cum, please,” you coo, quickening your pace which causes Idia to knock his head against you, his mouth open wide as he lets out a moan of your name. His legs are shaking, trying as much as he can to keep himself up, but the feelings of his orgasm approaching are making it so hard for him. 

“Come on Idia,” you groan his name, still humping his ass as you jerk him off, “cum for me,” he keens, jerking his hips once, twice, three times into your hand, then he does cum. You aim so his cum lands in the toilet. Easy clean up. 

Idia shudders and lets out little choked gasps and moans as you stroke him through his climax. You murmur soft praise, stilling your hips, because you’d rather not cum in your pants and you’re getting extraordinarily close to doing that.

Idia is practically boneless when he comes down from his high, but he gets the strength to turn around and sink to his knees before you can say a word to him. 

“Wanna suck you off,” he tells you, looking up to you for permission. You swallow heavily,

“Yeah,” is all you can think of saying, reaching down to sink your fingers into his now blue and pink locks.

He’s a bit shaky and sloppy, but he gets you out of your pants and licks his lips when he gets a good look at you. Idia wastes no time in taking you into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. He's gotten so much better at sucking your dick now that you've been in a relationship for a while, and he gets you down his throat quickly, infrequently swallowing and gurgling around you. You’re not going to last long, you already know it. 

He bobs his head a few times before pulling off, 

“BTW you can fuck my face,” he mumbles tiredly, immediately returning to deepthroating you.

“You look so good,” you tell him breathlessly, slowly thrusting your dick in and out of his mouth. “So good, mngh so pretty, gonna make me cum so quick, ah, Idia,” you groan and pick up the pace; Idia holds onto your thighs for stability. 

“What if-” you snap your hips against his mouth, pushing your dick further down his throat, “ah you help me when I hah-have to piss?” Idia’s eyes shoot open as he gags and swallows around your cock. The sensations have you leaking pre, roughly fucking his mouth as you chase your orgasm. “Next time I have to pee, I’m- fuck, I’m gonna have you oh-open your mouth for me and nngh you'll help me by ah letting me use you like a urinal,” you don’t really mean it, just rambling filthy things as you get more and more worked up. However, the reaction Idia has to your dirty talk makes you want to live out the fantasy. He looks up at you with half lidded eyes, pupils blown wide, moaning up a storm as he grips your thighs tightly. If you had any doubt that he wouldn’t be into that, it’s gone now.

“Want that?” Idia tries- and fails- to nod, “good boy, hah, such a good boy for me, gonna be so good drinking my piss ah fuck- cumming,” you ramble as your climax take a hold of you. You press Idia’s head to the base of your cock as you cum down his throat, the feeling of him swallowing and moaning around you helping you through it. 

As soon as you go flaccid in his mouth you carefully help him off. Idia coughs once or twice, and you feel a bit bad about the rough treatment. Those feelings dissipate when he grins at you, showing off all of his sharp teeth. You grin back, pulling up your pants before leaning down to help him off the floor. 

Idia tries to speak, but his voice cracks and he coughs again, so you help him to his bed, and grab some water for him.

“Um,” he starts, his voice hoarse, “c-can we really do what you said?” he asks, avoiding eye contact. 

“Yeah!” you sound a bit too excited for what he’s asking, so you reel it in a bit, “I mean, yes, if you want to, I’d like to do that,” Idia sets the water down and pulls you into a kiss. 

“It’ll be an event that I’m looking forward to,” he tells you as he pulls away from your lips, “d-do you think I’m leveled up enough for it?” he asks carefully. You smile, pecking his lips,

“I definitely do.” Sure, “leveling up” is a funny way of saying that you’ve discovered you both have a piss kink through you helping Idia with his shy bladder. But yeah, after today he’s definitely leveled up enough.

[twiceinadream]

Twice React- S/O Makes Them Hold Their Pee

Requested: Yup

Request: Can you write one that TWICE member holding their pee?

a/u: Hey, everyone! Long time no see (haha), this is officially my first post of 2022! I’ve had a lot of ups and downs these past two months and I’m glad to say my life is going a lot better than it has in the past. I attended, Twice III, in LA so if any of you went we might have seen each other but just didn’t know it. Thank you all for being so patient and for all the love and support you’ve given me! (I’m aware this is React is a bit out there but I tried my best)

Category: NSFW and Fluff

C/W: Contains Pee (but nothing too kinky other than holding and peeing on S/O)

Nayeon

“You think this is funny, don’t you?”

Nayeon squirmed in her seat as the pressure in her bladder grew, the constant water you had given her throughout the day had been suspicious and it seemed she was right. The two of you sat in a crowded theater just as the credits started to roll and you could tell she had reached her breaking point, “Y/N, please. I really need to go.” You weighed the options in your head, “Can you hold it till we get home? I’ll make it worth your while.” The promise in your voice was enough to convince your girlfriend to hold out a little longer as you hopped into the car and sped back home. You quickly brought her into the bathtub as you had her strip below her waist, “Ready baby?” Nayeon nodded as you reached a hand between her legs, finding her already soaked, “Someone’s enjoying this.” Your fingers made tight circles around her clit as she gritted her teeth trying to prevent herself from peeing. “Y/N, I really need to go.” You continued pleasuring her before slipping a finger into her entrance, “Did I give you permission?” She shook her head as she grabbed the sides of the tub, “I…I really need to go.” You continued fingering her as you drew it out for as long as you could, “Okay, let it out, Nayeon-ah” Nayeon let out a guttural moan as she bucked her hips up and threw her head back as waves of pleasure wracked her body. Mixed with her release you felt a stream of something warm dribble down your hand as she came down from her high. “I’m sorry.” Nayeon blushed as she looked down at the mess she had made. “Don’t be, you did great, Princess.”

Jeongyeon

“I can’t believe I agreed to this.”

You could barely contain your smirk as you pushed another full glass of water towards your wife as she looked at it with a pained expression. “Y/N please.” Jeongyeon winced as you pressed against her swollen bladder. “Not yet, baby. I think you can take one more, I might let you go after this.” With nothing to lose the Korean woman quickly downed the glass, she could literally feel the water make its way through her body as she pushed a hand between her thighs to prevent herself from leaking. “Good girl.” You couldn’t help but smile as you got up from your seat and began walking towards the bathroom, “You can go now.” Jeong practically tripped over herself rushing to the bathroom but you stopped her before she could reach the toilet. You kicked off your pants as you sat on the edge of the tub before guiding her to rid herself of her shorts and sit on your thigh. She looked at you in confusion before you simply said, “Go ahead.” Her jaw dropped, “Wait. On you?” You nodded curly before taking in her nervous expression, “Color?” Jeongyeon bit her lip, “Green.” At her answer she swallowed every ounce of pride she had as she closed her eyes and tried to relax, the second she felt the first dribble of pee seep out she quickly stopped as she looked at you again, but you remained emotionless as she finally just let go. Hot streams of pee ran down your leg as Jeongyeon buried her face into your neck, tears of relief and shame rolled down her cheeks as she felt embarrassed and euphoric all at the same time. You gently kissed her cheek as you felt her finish, “Hey, it’s okay. You did amazing.” Jeong sniffed as she hugged you, “It wasn’t too gross was it.” You smiled before pecking her lips, “It was honestly hot as fuck.”

Momo

“You’re mean Y/N-ah.”

Momo whined lowly as she hesitantly down another bottle of water, you bit back a laugh as you placed your hand above her bladder and pushed down lightly. Causing your girlfriend to squeak and press her thighs together to prevent herself from leaking. Momo grimaced as you chuckled at her discomfort, enjoying the way the Japanese woman squirmed under your gaze, “Ready to give up?” Momo nodded as you grabbed her hand in yours and led her to the bathroom. You sat yourself on the edge of the tub and sat her on your thigh, “Alright, go ahead, Momoring.” She looked at you in shock as her mouth floundered for a moment, “W..wait, on y..you!?” You nodded as she grabbed the hem of your shirt, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to hold off peeing, “Okay.” You cupped her cheek as you made her look into your eyes, “Go ahead.” Momo bit her lip as you felt a little trickle of warmth come down your leg then it turned into a small torrent as her head fell into your neck, her sniffles were muffled in your neck as you kissed her head. “Good job, Momoring.”

Sana

*Pouts in Japanese*

Sana could barely stand still as she pressed a hand between her legs to prevent herself from letting go. You had made sure she had kept thoroughly hydrated throughout the day even going as far as attending their concert practices so you could continue pushing more full water bottles towards every time they took a break. By the end Sana was rubbing her swollen belly as she barely made it out into the hallway, you made a show of helping her claiming that she was just tired as you made your way to the bathroom. Her eyes brimmed with tears as you sat her down on the toilet with her panties still on. “Y/N, I really need to go.” You shushed her as you kissed her on the head, “I know baby, you did so well for me today. You’re free to go whenever you want.” Sana looked at you in confusion, “But, what about my…?” You smirked as your girlfriend shifted uncomfortably trying not to wet herself, “I want you to ruin them for me.” The Japanese woman looked like she wanted to protest before a sudden urge to urinate began overtaking her senses, she bit her lip as she released the tension in her bladder. You watched as the fabric of her panties got significantly dark as she moaned lowly at finally being able to pee. Sana looked up at you when she finished when you leaned down to kiss her, “Good girl.”

Jihyo

“How was this a good idea?”

Jihyo couldn’t help but blush as your eyes traced over her body as she stood in the bathtub with nothing other than a pair of panties on. She crossed her legs uncomfortably as she felt the need to pee grow even stronger within her as you continued to stare. A small whimper left her lips, “Y/N, I need to go. Please.” Her fist clenched and unclenched at her side as she tried to distract herself from the need in her bladder. You hummed thoughtfully, “Well, by all means, Hyo, you’re free to go whenever you want.” You watched her eyes light up with a hope until you held up a very full glass of water, “When you finish this glass.” She looked at you in shock for a moment before she shakily took the glass from your hand, “F..fine.” You smiled as you sat back on the chair you had brought into the bathroom as she brought the glass to her lips, you watched as the liquid disappeared and your girlfriend’s eyebrows knitted together in frustration. The water was a lot colder than she had expected and she could practically feel it filling her bladder with each sip she took. Until it was finally empty and she handed it back to you, “There.” She twisted her body where she stood to distract herself from peeing, “Can I please go now?” You smiled at her proudly as you nodded your head. Jihyo closed her eyes as she finally let her body relax and released the hold she had on her bladder, it started as a small trickle that darkened the front of her panties before turning into a full on river as you both could hear it hit the bathtub floor. You smirked as you got up from your chair to kiss Jihyo’s temple, “You did great, Jihyo-ah. I’m so proud of you.”

Mina

“Oh my…”

Mina could barely contain her gasp as she gingerly pressed her hand against her very full bladder. You couldn’t help but hide your smirk behind a glass as Mina glared at you from across the kitchen table. “Y/N, please, this isn’t funny.” The Japanese woman scowled as you feigned innocence, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Mina bit back another retort as she crossed her legs to prevent herself from peeing at the kitchen table, you noticed and decided to tease her some more, “Fine, why don’t we go out shopping today, it’s such lovely weather out.” Your suggestion seemed innocent enough as Mina stood from the table, “Okay, just let me go to the bathroom.” You stood with her as you gently directed her towards the front door, “I don’t think so, why don’t we make our trip a little more interesting?” You furthered your point by pressing lightly on her bladder so Mina had to squeeze her thighs together. The Japanese would be lying if she didn’t find the idea intriguing as she decided to play along, “Alright, but you’re paying.” You smiled triumphantly at her, “Deal.”

Dahyun

“Come on, please.”

Your girlfriend whimpered lowly as you pressed onto her swollen bladder, a look of desperation and shock colored her face as a little dribble slipped out. She was quick to push a hand between her legs to stop the leak and hold off from peeing right then and there, “Y/N, oh god.” You smiled evilly before letting up on the pressure and allowed your girlfriend to relax a little. “You know what, I think I’ll let you go right now after all.” Dahyun’s eyes lit up ever so slightly, “Wait, really?” You nodded as you looked her up and down, “Yeah, right here, right now.” Your girlfriend’s face paled immediately as her mouth opened and closed like a fish, “You…you can’t b..be serious.” You shrugged, “Unless you want to wait longer, by all means…” Dahyun sighed, “Fine, I’ll do it.” You smiled internally to yourself as you motioned for her to continue, “Okay.” Dahyun’s face was completely red as your eyes were trained on her as her eyebrows knitted together and you watched in amazement as the front of her jeans started to grow dark as did the inside of pant legs as she peed herself. Your jaw dropped as you watched her, she was panting when she was done as her legs wobbled a little where she stood. You approached her slowly as you gently held her as you led her to the bathroom where you had prepared a bath for her ahead of time, “You’re amazing, Dahyun-ah. Thank you.”

Chaeyoung

I can’t…”

Chaeyoung was practically at her wits end as she sat on your lap with a very full bladder. You didn’t help her in the slightest as you continued priding and pressing against her swollen bladder as she practically shivered on your lap to prevent herself from letting go. “Oh god, Y/N, please. I really can’t.” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at her knowing Chaeyoung was prone to acting her way out of punishments - you knew her limits and knew how far to push her - she hadn’t mentioned her safe word so you continued to egg her on. “You sure about that baby?” You smiled evilly as you moved a hand to play with her clit and the other to press on her bladder every so often, her breath hitching. She let out a mix of a moan and a groan as she grasped at the fabric of your t-shirt, “Y/N, please, I’m really gonna…” Before she could finish you pushed a little too hard on her bladder and her eyes squeezed shut as she suddenly felt herself release all over your lap all at once. You looked at her in shock as you felt the warm liquid trickle down your legs as she buried her face into your neck when she finished, “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I…” You shushed her gently as you stroked her back, placing a kiss on her temple as you hugged her, “It’s okay, Chae, you did such a good job. I’m sorry I pushed a little too hard.” Your girlfriend nuzzled into you, “It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it.” You laughed a little, “Me neither.”

Tzuyu

“I’ll get you for this.”

The Taiwanese woman had a light blush covering her face as you handed her another glass of water. Her thighs were pressed tightly together as she tried her best to distract herself from the dull thrums of need emanating from her bladder. You idly sipped a glass of water in front of Tzuyu as she tried to look away from the liquid, her cheeks held a red hue as a whimper emanated from between her lips, “Y/N, I really need to go.” You hummed thoughtfully pretending to actually think about it, “I don’t know, you have been a brat these past few weeks.” Tzuyu took on a defiant look, “No, I haven’t.” She tried to argue, but you just raised a skeptical eyebrow at her, “Is that so?” You let a small smile take over your lips, “Then you wouldn't mind waiting like a good girl, right?” The Taiwanese woman bit the inside of her cheek to stop a snarky remark from coming out as she pressed the palm of her hand between her thighs to prevent herself from peeing, “As you wish, Y/N.”

[justpottytime]

I think my favorite part of omo is the description of the peeing as it's happening.

pre-wetting descriptions: the feeling of anxiety and panic as they realize they aren't gonna make it. maybe they try to minimize the damage by getting somewhere even a tiny bit more secluded, or by getting their clothes out of the way but risk exposing themselves... or maybe their brain goes totally blank as their hold just gives out completely!

sight: the pee spot! I love all types... the little leaks that are only the size of a quarter, the bigger leaks that leave a baseball to dinner plate sized patch, or the rapid leak that immediately runs down their leg... maybe the wet spot grows slow but steady as they gradually pee their pants, which gives it time to mostly travel through the fabric, damp and glistening... or maybe once the seal breaks they just rapidly piss themselves, with pee forcing through the fabric and dribbling off of their butt and knees, making it super obvious that they're having a huge accident right there on the floor.

sound: hissing! pitter pattering! tinkle noises! the sound can tell you so much about how they're wetting and what they're peeing in or on! maybe the noise is the only indication at first... they could be in bed under the covers when suddenly a muffled "pssssssssssssss" catches your ear, and it might even take a moment to realize what you're hearing before you realize it's pee. sound is also important when they've decided to make a toilet out of an unconventional receptacle... is their stream drumming on the inside of a plastic bucket? splattering onto concrete? rattling against tin? and it changes depending on if the stream is close to the material, or far away... that drumming could be louder or quieter, that splattering could change in pitch, and that rattling could become loud hissing... and it's especially good if they're trying not to be found out, but someone hears something weird and goes to investigate. and they aren't even half done!

touch: ohhhhhhh it's so warm! and they can feel wherever their wet spot goes! if they're pressing their legs together, maybe it goes up, wetting their hips, lower tummy, the hem of their shirt... mostly it'll go down though. if they're sitting, maybe it pools around their butt, or if they're standing, it runs down their legs... over their thighs, knees, calves... I especially love when someone wets their jeans enough that it soaks their whole legs, even the outer thighs and stuff, not just the inner part. and if someone has any cause to feel their pee, like a horny partner touching their crotch as they go, or someone unsuspectingly shares a bed with a bedwetter, it'd be hot when it first comes out... maybe even steamy if it's cold outside! but then their heavy wet pants would feel so soggy and clammy once they've finished. maybe a re-wetting would warm them back up?

smell: this one can be so blushy... the faint smell of pee lingering on someone who had to go change their pants feels so childish! it'd be so obvious why they came back wearing different pants... they very obviously peed themselves, even if nobody saw it happen. or if someone pees but it isn't obvious, like if they were wearing snow pants, or sitting with a heavy blanket over their lap... if the smell is how they get found out, and someone has to try and discreetly ask them if they... um... if they, ya know... did something? in their pants...? god, it'd be so hugely embarrassing to admit, but yes, they need help hiding their accident! they didn't mean to pee, it just happened, and now they really don't want anyone to find out!

Oh WOW, so much detail here!!!! You're so right anon, the descriptiveness is the best part, just ALL of this! I think I'm gonna steal some of these for next time I write a fic...

Thanks for the ask!

[princesscandijane]

Cucking Intern (Part III Outline Only)

My intern, still laughing, but confused asked what he was looking at. My wife explained how quick of a shooter I am, about how I have been locked in chastity for so long, me leaking and staining my boxers with cum, and she thought these diapers were a good substitute and seemed more appropriate.  She told him how long I have been coming to work in diapers, and he couldn’t believe no one had noticed.  She explained the deal we have and how I can be removed from chastity.  She turned to me and asked ‘how many minutes do you have to last to not be in chastity? Show me with your fingers how many minutes you have to go without blowing your load,’ I didn’t want to but she said, ‘It's not that big a number, I know you can count that high,’ knowing that behind that sweet voice was a stern warning, I raised my hands up showing all five of my fingers. My intern cracked up at this, could not believe that I was unable to last 5 minutes. She went on to tell him how desperate I was to cum, and how sense they’ve started fucking she has had me do a to-cum list, a list of things before she would unlock me and allow me to cum. This is how she gets me to wear these girly baby clothes to work under my work clothes, and the chores I do, and the other things she has had me do.  He laughed, and asked ‘all this for a couple minutes before cumming?’ My wife responded with a laugh ‘if that.’  She then told me to show him where all my cummies go, telling me to point where all my little messes go, wanting to cry in embarrassment I pointed to my diaper. She was making some point, but I didn’t know what it was. My wife told him about the time she came home after being with him and saw me desperately humping the floor in my diaper while locked in chastity for a while without even noticing her standing there. She turned to me ‘that was for such a long time, did you even cum?’ I gumpely shook my head no. My intern laughed as he said ‘what a pathetic sissy,’ in which my wife joined in his laughter, and I could feel my diaper getting wetter and fuller. My wife told me to get dressed and grab them some food, unless I wanted to stay and watch. Getting dressed my intern gave me his food order just as I have given him mine so many times, only my wife was unbuckling his pants while he ordered. I could see his half erect cock and it put mine to shame, I watched my wife stroke it and kiss, something she quit doing to mine after a couple accidental shots to her face. She told me her order between having his cock in her mouth. I returned with their food, a couple people from the office asking why I didn’t have an intern grab the food. I went into my office and fortunately they were fully clothed. I gave them their food, and realized I forgot to get food for myself. My wife had me back on the floor with my work clothes off, and handed me one of the bottles to drink from while they ate. After they finished eating my wife checked my diaper in front of my intern and said ‘you are a bit wet, did you want a diaper change?’ My face went back to crimson and I shook my head no, not wanting my intern to see me getting a diaper change. ‘Well,’ she said ‘unless you want your intern to change your diaper later,’ before my wife finished the sentence he blurted ‘fuck no I’m not changing a diaper.’ she continued ‘well, looks like it is now or when you get home.  Do you think this diaper is going to make it until you get home?’ Her and I both knew based on the condition of my diaper that it would be leaking before I left the office. Unless I wanted to bring attention to my butt with a massive pee spot I would be getting my diaper changed in front of my intern. When he saw the small plastic pink cage, he couldn’t believe I was small enough to fit in there. Both agreed that there was no way he would even fit in that. In a fresh diaper my wife let me put on my work clothes before she left, giving my intern a long kiss.  My intern flashed me a grin as he left my office.

Since my wife told me about her affair with my intern she felt like she no longer needed to hide it and he started being a regular at the house. He would see me crawling around the house in a diaper and whatever clothes my wife had me wear, usually something girly. He was the one that thought it was a good idea that my hair be in pigtails. One day he commented on how the place could use a maid, and produced a sexy maids uniform for me to wear while I did chores, and thought I should curtsey to my superiors. My face would always turn an extra shade of red when I curtseyed him acknowledging him as my superior in my home. He was certainly enjoying humiliating the boss. He was even there on the times my wife let me cum.  My wife never watched me, but my intern wanted to see how bad it was and I was forced to hump a pillow in my diaper wearing a little skirt, girly shirt, sucking on a pacifier, my hair in pigtails, while listening to him laugh at me. Somehow even through all of that I lasted only a couple minutes.  When I rolled over on my back after finishing in my diaper, my intern couldn’t believe I was already done, my wife came by, locked me back up and taped me back in my diaper. Another time he wanted to watch me hump my pillow while I was locked. It was feeling so good, I didn’t even care that he was laughing, until I gave up in exhaustion. I was moved to the guest room, as he took over my spot in the bedroom.

At work I quit asking him to do anything, really almost all the interns, I tried to avoid him as much as possible, and I was never able to look him in the eyes. He certainly enjoyed the dynamic change, and would make a point to pass by me to ask ‘how’s that diaper sissy?’ or ‘I can still taste your wife from this morning.’ I was assigned a project and was told to pick one intern to work with on it. Unfortunately everyone at work knew it was my decision, so at home he and my wife both agreed that I should choose him. Without a choice I picked him, he was in my office quite a bit so he suggested I move in and we share the office while working on the project. I asked him where his desk would fit, he said, ‘you mean your desk, I will be using the one that is already there. I figure a little sissy baby like you will be happy on the floor.’ Realizing I didn’t have a choice in this either, I convinced the company to let him to temporarily move into my office during the project despite there only being one desk.  Him and my wife both agreed that while I was at work and it was just the two of us there I should be in my true position and remove my adult clothes and be confined to the floor of my office.  Without a say in the matter I was spending my work days sitting on my floor working, wearing a diaper and some girly baby outfit, sucking on a pacifier, hair in pigtails with ribbons, and a little bow, while my work clothes lay on a chair. With the project we made it to where there was no reason for me to leave the office, he would handle the important meetings, and I would stay in my office and work in my outfit. When leaving the office people would mention how they never see me leave my office during the day, not even to use the bathroom. I would laugh it off and say I was really busy. Which I was, but it started with me teaching him some of the things he needed to know for the project to him taking over more and more of it. I always had to work late, to take care of what would normally be intern work, but he decided it should be my work.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Born to Run

Warnings: dark elements including noncon and rape, fingering, kidnapping, guns, and other explicit content.

This is dark!Frank Castle and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are forced onto the road when an unwanted passenger gets in your backseat.

Note: So I’m gonna tag @allaboardthereadingrailroad​ because I promised them I’d write Frank and I finally got to it and it was loads of fun!

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

You sighed as you rolled to a stop behind the yellow taxi. You craned your neck to try to see around the lines of cars, another deadlock in New York traffic. You couldn’t be surprised as you idled in one spot and leaned your hand on the wheel as you checked the time. 

You heard a siren, saw lights flashing ahead, and heard shouts. Again, not unusual for the city.

You rubbed your forehead as the sun beat down through your window and the humidity built as it leaked in through your open window. You tried not to use the AC too much as it made your old Chrysler overheat in the annual New York heatwave. You shifted in your seat and pulled against the belt as you tried once more to peer past the crowded vehicles.

You heard heavy footsteps, several sets echoing from all directions. A figure appeared on the other side of your car and the back door was ripped open. The man ducked as he slammed the door behind him and laid across the seat. He rolled down onto the floor, a sudden invasion that shocked you.

“What the fuck--get out of my car!” you snarled.

“Honey, you’re gonna wanna keep it down,” he said as his large body barely fit in the crevice between the seats.

“What--”

He poked a gun up towards you and waved it, “eyes forward,” he said, “hands on the wheel, and turn the music up.”

“I don’t have any money--”

“I don’t want your money now shut up,” he hissed, “now you keep it up and I’ll blow a hole through your seat… pity you’re on the other side.”

Your adrenaline spiked and the pounding in your temples deafened you. You turned the knob of the radio to drown out the pulsing and the man’s ragged breaths. Several others appeared, several dressed as officers and few in civilian clothing. You grasped the wheel and made yourself stare at the license plate ahead of you.

The search party dispersed as they called out to each other and the cab slowly crawled forward. The man squinted up through the window as the cars around you began to move as well.

“Drive,” he said.

“What do you want?” you asked shakily as you pressed lightly on the gas.

“To do what I tell you,” he barked and wiggled uncomfortably on the floor, “you keep driving until you’re out of the city and then maybe we’ll talk.”

“It’s rush hour, that could take ages,” you huffed.

“So take ages,” he growled, “you don’t stop ‘til I tell you, got it?”

You nodded and cleared your throat, “uh huh,” you looked in your rearview as a gunshot rang, “exit?”

“Whatever gets you out of New York now shut up and drive.”

You did as he said. You made your way at a snail’s pace until traffic began to thin out and you turned away from your usual route.

“Tell me what street you’re on when you turn,” he ordered, “don’t fuck around with me.”

You looked at the sign and read it aloud. You followed a silver Civic to the next and again recited the name on the dented sign. You checked the clock again. Your meeting would have already started, that was probably why your bag wouldn’t stop vibrating.

“Give me your phone,” he said. You reached over blindly and grabbed your purse. You dropped it to him and he quickly unzipped it, “roll the window down,” again, you obeyed as you recalled the sight of the gun.

He pulled apart your phone and you glanced back over your shoulder. He had the back of and the battery in his hand. “Hey--”

“Keep your eyes on the road,” he flung the battery out the window and bent the phone in half. He tossed it too and righted his gun to aim over the console, “go on.”

“You can take the car, please… people will look for me,” you pleaded.

“Not for a while,” he laid back and gripped the gun, “now someone sees you arguing with your windshield and they gonna get curious so shut up and enjoy the… is that music?”

You changed the station with a flick of your finger, you barely registered the smoky tones of Springsteen as you focused on steering and reading out the street names. Your veins burned as our blood pumped wildly from your racing heart and the man’s scent tickled your nostrils; he smelled of blood and sweat. You hoped he didn’t add your own to the stains on his jeans.

💀

It was dark as your car dinged. You swore and looked ahead for a sign. You shook your head and blew out a long breath.

“I need gas,” you said to the phantom in the back seat.

He grunted as he pushed himself up from the floor and sat up, “gotta be a station close.”

“And if there isn’t?”

“Then we get out and push,” he scoffed, “stop worrying about ‘if’ and find us a station.”

You rolled your eyes. The man was annoying, even if he was terrifying. You scratched your nose and sat forward with a yawn. “I’d know if you hadn’t destroyed my phone.”

“See, right up there,” he ignored your gripe, “yellow sign just ahead.”

“Christ,” you huffed and blinked at the black road.

“I’m sure you had some real important business,” he grumbled, “but I’m sure the coffee can make itself.”

“Excuse me? Fuck off, I’m not some--”

“You’re gonna miss your turn,” he warned and you flipped your signal on.

You pulled into the station and he scooped up your purse. You shut the car off and unbuckled your belt. You twisted in your seat to watch him search your purse. He pulled out your wallet and counted the bills inside.

“Right, we fill up then we’re back to it,” he opened the door and stepped out.

He uncapped your tank and pulled a hose from the meter. He slid it into the slot and kept a hand lazily on the handle. You slowly opened your door and got out. You looked at him over the top of the car as he scowled at you, it was the first good look you got at him.

His dark hair was shaved on the side but he had about and inch or two up top, his nose was crooked, and his dark eyes were set beneath a forehead that betrayed a frequent grimace. You looked at the lights of the station then back at him.

“I gotta… go pee,” you said.

“You wait,” he said, “I’ll go with you.”

“What?”

“You think I’m stupid?” He released the level and tapped the nozzle as he pulled it out, “hold your horses, I’m comin’.”

He put the hose back in and stomped over to you. You saw the gun tucked into his belt and he pulled his jacket over it. He snatched the keys from you and grabbed your arm and marched you to the blazing door of the station.

“You have one minute before I come in and drag you out, pants down or not,” he tore open the door and shoved you through.

You curled your lip as he took a few sticks of jerky from a display and approached the counter. As you got to the sign over the restroom, you looked back as he stared at you. He raised a thick brow and tapped his wrist as if he wore a watch; he did not.

You went into the bathroom and locked the heavy door behind you. You looked around the grimy room and shuddered at the stained toilet bowl. You stepped up on the seat and looked out the small window above. It might be big enough if you suck in.

You stepped on the pipe beside the handle and pushed on the pain. It was just as gross as the rest of the room. The pane finally popped out and you hauled yourself over the high ledge. The glass didn’t quite open wide enough so you had to bend as you wiggled through. You had a high chance of landing on your head but you really didn’t want to chance worse with that man.

You kicked as you were lodged halfway through the window and a knock came at the door, “better pull your pants up,” your abductor called through the door.

You struggled to force yourself through as you tried to angle your hips past the frame. The door burst open with a frightening kick and you flailed your legs as you tried to hit the man blindly and keep him away. He caught your ankles and pulled you back. You cried out and grabbed the window frame so that you didn’t crash down into the toilet.

“Hey, let me go,” you tried to kick him again and he batted away your foot.

“You do that again and you won’t have a safe landing,” he tugged again and you nearly lost your grip on the ledge, “now come on.”

“You got my wallet, my keys, everything, so why don’t you just leave me--”

“Don’t make me count,” he sounded like a father.

“Count? Oh, come on, what am I gonna do? Just let me go.”

“Three,” he swung you just a little, “two,” he gripped your legs firmly, “O--”

“Okay!” you shouted, “okay, just-- let me down.”

Cautiously he bent and put your feet on the floor. He stood and you pushed yourself straight. He grabbed your arm and spun you to face him. He bent and rammed his shoulder into your stomach as he scooped you up. You yiped and pounded on his back as he turned and carried you out of the restroom.

As he strutted down the aisle, the clerk stared at you in confusion. The man reached the door and paused, “on her rag, she gets a bit pissy.” He left the store with a chime and carried you across the lot, “you want the trunk or are you gonna be good?”

You pulled on the back of his jacket and gritted your teeth, “would you put me down?”

“I won’t ask again so either you choose or I do,” he said as he neared the car.

“Alright, alright,” you snarled as he popped the trunk, “I’ll be good just don’t-- not in there.”

He harrumphed and walked around to close the trunk. He brought you up to the passenger side and dropped you on your feet. Dizzy, you grabbed onto the car and he ripped the door open, narrowly missing you with it.

“In,” he pointed to the seat.

You glared at him and stepped under his arm. You sat and he closed the door with a snap. He rounded the hood and the car dipped as he sat in the driver’s seat. He fumbled with keys and shoved them in the slot. He turned the ignition and shifted in the seat.

He took a stick of jerky from his pocket and peeled the plastic. He took a bite as he put the car in drive. He pulled out with one hand on the wheel and chewed noisily and he siphoned through the radio station with his greasy finger. You buckled your seatbelt out of habit and crossed your arms. 

“Get some shut-eye,” he gristled, “you’ll be drivin’ once the sun comes up.”

“Where the fuck are you taking me?” you groaned.

“Dunno, far,” he answered bluntly, “no talk, just sleep.”

“I’m not a dog,” you muttered.

“Keep actin’ like one and I’ll get you a leash,” he snorted.

“I really don’t get why you don’t just take the car--”

“As useless as I’d agree you are, you’ve seen my face and the longer I keep you from running back and snitching, the better chance I got,” he adjusted the seat as he chewed the last of the salted meat, “but there is another option?”

“There is?” you asked.

“Yeah, I could kill you,” he chuckled.

You swallowed and exhaled as you leaned your head back heavily. You peeked over at him as he focused on the road and as much as you wanted to leap from the moving car, you knew that would be just as fatal. So you huddled down and closed your eyes.

“Would you turn that down?” you nodded at the radio.

“You askin’ me to turn down a classic?” he turned the knob and Robert Plant’s voice whined from the speakers, “a nice little lullaby for you.”

You closed your eyes and turned in the seat so that you faced the door, the belt strained against you awkwardly but you didn’t care. You crossed your legs and tried to drown out the music. Even without the racket, you wouldn’t sleep easy.

💀

You woke after hours of uncomfortable sleep in the car seat. The car was still as you yawned and groaned as your stiff muscles rebelled. You sat up as you heard the sound of water hitting the dirt. The man was just outside with his back to you, pissing on the side of the road.

You looked to the ignition but the keys weren’t there. He finished up and zipped up noisily. He opened the door and bent to look at you. He kept his hand on the door as his eyes met yours.

“Get out, stretch your legs, you gotta piss, there’s a bush,” he jabbed his other thumb behind him.

“Really?”

“Or you can keep holding it,” he shrugged and closed the door. He walked around the front of the car and pushed an arm over his head to stretch his shoulder. You took a breath as your irritation bubbled and reached for the door handle.

You got out and held in a grunt. You walked around the back of the car and glanced around. The bush was small and poor cover. Even so, you really had to go as you spent your only opportunity trying to sneak out of the station. You looked at him and neared the leafy bunch. He blinked at you and turned his back.

“I hear any funny business,” he said over his shoulder, “you can piss your pants instead.”

You shoved your pants down and squatted. You let out a steady stream and almost sighed as the pressure left your pelvis. When you finished, you waited until you were relatively dry and pulled your pants back up.

“All done,” you said as you went back to the car. He shook his head and pointed you to his side.

“You drive, sign says there’s a motel about an hour down the road,” he opened the driver’s door.

You got in and he snapped the door shut before he went to the other side. He settled in the seat and slid the keys into the ignition, turning it until the engine rumbled. He leaned back and pushed his fingers back against his palm.

“Right, let’s go.”

You sniffed and pulled back onto the empty highway. You’d never been down that one before, an old country road with sparse exits. He pushed on his jaw until his neck snapped and you winced. You hated the noise.

“So, what do I call you then?” you asked.

He was silent and you felt him watching you, “like you care.”

“I don’t but looks like I’m stuck with you, so…”

“Mmm,” he pulled out some more jerky, “Frank.”

You nodded and stared at the endless road ahead. He said your name before you could.

“Saw it in your wallet,” he explained.

You drove in silence from there until he flipped the radio on. He chose a country station and you silently cursed his taste. You followed the signs and he pointed you to the old motel as you approached it. You thought of hitting the gas but that would do nothing but piss him off and probably get you hurt. Worse, you’d be stuck in the car with him for who knew how long.

You steered into the lot and he yanked the keys out of the ignition before you could. You mirrored him as he got out but he stomped over to your side. He leaned in as he lowered his voice.

“You can play along,” he pushed his jacket open and showed the butt of his gun, “or there’s still room in the trunk.”

“Fine,” you muttered.

“I mean it, you try anything,” he rested his hand on the gun, “you really wanna get someone else hurt?”

You nodded and chewed your lip, “I get it, okay?”

He pulled his jacket closed again and took your elbow, ushering you up to the front of the motel. You wriggled away as you reached the door and entered ahead of him. He drew you back as he followed you through the door and cleared his throat. The woman at the front desk looked up over her glasses and set aside the novel with a shirtless man on the cover.

“Good afternoon,” she sang as she swiveled in her chair, “how can I help you two today?”

“We need a room,” Frank said as he pulled out a wad of money.

“Deposit’s three-hundred, sir,” the woman replied, “can I get a name?”

“Ben Tacker,” he lied smoothly as he counted out the money.

“Alright, and a piece of ID?” she asked.

“Funny thing,” he peeled a fifty free and held it over the desk to her, “I lost it.”

She stared at him and slowly took the bill. She shoved it in her pocket and counted the rest out. She handed him a paper to sign and he scribbled without caring. She handed him the key and he thanked her in the same gruff voice.

“You two have fun,” she called after him as he swung open the door and waved you out.

He chuckled and shook his head, “sure will,” he said before the door shut again.

He looked at the number on the tag and led you to the door with the same. He unlocked it and waited for you to enter. The lock clicked as he trailed you and brushed past you as he went to the closet. You watched in confusion as he pulled out a stack of extra bedding and shared shredding the tinged top sheet.

He took one of the strips as he neared you. You backed up against the door and he wrenched you away as he pulled the single chair up behind you. He sat you down and held your wrist against the narrow arm of the chair. As he began to wind the strip around your wrist, you twisted and he squeezed so hard your fingers went numb.

“Can’t trust ya but I gotta get some sleep,” he growled as he finished tying your first hand. He went back and took another strip of linen, he repeated the process on your other arm and both your legs.

“And what if I have to pee?” you pulled against the bounds but only added to your discomfort.

“Hold it,” he shrugged and took the remote. He flipped on the television and pushed the control into your hand, “there. I don’t wanna hear another word.”

“You’re not serious? You’re just gonna leave me like this?”

“I coulda left you in the trunk,” he turned and walked around the foot of the bed, he plopped down with a sigh, “you should be thanking me?”

He untied his boots and kicked them off. He pulled off his jacket and tossed it over the far side of the bed. He set the gun on the table beside the lamp and stretched his arms behind his head. As he laid back, he shifted awkwardly and dug in his pocket, he tossed your credit card up onto the table with a flick.

“Now, don’t go pullin’ shit or we won’t get that deposit back,” he groaned as he wiggled to get comfortable, “not my money so I don’t really care either way.”

“You… asshole,” you huffed and he smirked.

“I think an asshole woulda just taken the car,” he said, “and left you with a hole in your head.”

You clamped your lips together and shook your head. You hit a button and searched through the channels. You didn’t really care what you watched, you wouldn’t be able to pay attention anyway. You stopped at an old episode of NewsRadio and let the remote rest on the end of the arm.

The laugh track filled the interminable silence and after some time, low snores rose from the bed. You peeked over at Frank, his arm slung over his face as his chest rose and fell steadily. He might be irritating but you had enough sense to be afraid of him. If you had to guess, he was ex-military and judging by your inopportune meeting, he was also a wanted man.

You fidgeted as much as you could in the chair and turned back to the screen. It was as if the recorded guffaws were at your expense. You slumped as the cotton chafed around your wrists and yawned. Your back was still stiff from your nap in the car and the chair was little better with its thin pleather cushioning and short back.

💀

You didn’t remember falling asleep, not until you woke up in terrible pain. Your head hung over as you were nearly folded over your lap entirely, your bound arms holding you just above. You groaned as you pushed yourself up and it sent a pang up your neck. You heard the rattle of pipes and looked over at the empty bed.

You let out a strained breath and moved your head side to side, just slightly as the pain lingered and throbbed with each pivot. You balled your hands in fists and tried to twist your arms against the linen. You flexed your legs too, wiggling your feet as you tried to loosen the ties.

The chair began to rock as you fought against your restraints. The remote fell to the floor and the television kept blaring. As you were sure you just needed a little more, the chair tipped and you bounced off the side of the bed as it crashed down onto its side. The impact had your head spinning and shower faucet squeaked off.

You kept moving your arms and legs, desperate to free yourself before he could discover you. There was no hiding your intent anymore. The bathroom door opened and your heart swelled. Shit. You hissed as you heard his footsteps and looked up as his shadow loomed over you.

Frank stood in nothing but a towel, his thickly muscles torso still damp as he glared down at you. You cringed and tried not to see more than you wanted.

“I gotta take a leak,” you lied, well, not exactly untrue.

“Uh huh,” he hummed doubtfully and grabbed the chair. 

He hauled you back up and planted the chair back in place. He shook his head at you and retreated. He pulled one of the white robes from the hook on the wall and pulled it over the towel. He tied the belt tightly and dropped the other layer before he disappeared back into the bathroom.

When he emerged again, you watched him dully, “I really do have to go,” you said.

He ignored you and checked his gun. He slid open the drawer and set it inside.

“Well,” he came around the bed, “I got some bad news for you, There’s no window in there,” he grabbed the strip around your left wrist and unknotted it, “so, I’ll give you two minutes.”

He untied you and watched as you rubbed your wrists. You stood with a wince as your legs ached but he didn’t back up. You sidled past him and he turned to keep his dark eyes on you as you approached the bathroom. You swung the door shut and nearly collapsed on the other side.

The bathroom smelled of the gardenia scented soap that came with the room and there was still moisture in the air. You relieved yourself quickly and stood to gaze into the mirror. You looked awful, you felt awful. You splashed your face with cold water and leaned heavily on the porcelain. 

Whether you listened to that man or not, you were fairly certain the result would be the same. You could see it now, the black barrel of the gun, his finger on the trigger. You shuddered and shook out your hands as if to get rid of your nerves. You stood straight and groaned as you stretched out the knots in your limbs and back.

You went back into the hotel room as you rubbed your neck, the needling pain still buried at the base of your skull.

“Tell you what,” he said as he sat on the bed and aimed the remote at the screen, “I can tie you up again or you can make both our lives easier and just lay down.”

“Is there a third option?” you winced as another jolt went through your spine.

He snickered and pointed to the pillows, “we’re leavin’ early,” he said, “so you can sleep now or sleep in the car.”

You gave no response as you went around the other side of the bed. You eased yourself down against the pillow and let out an unwitting groan. It felt good to lay down. You turned onto your side, your face away from him, and he finally stopped switching stations.

You closed your eyes and hugged yourself as his weight rested at the bottom of the bed. It wasn’t hard to drift off as the pain chased you into unconsciousness and the stress of the last day shrouded your mind. You only hoped he wasn’t waiting for you in your dreams.

💀

The night's stay was taken out of the deposit and you were back on the road to nowhere. The man gave you gruff directions as he closed his eyes in the passenger seat. At night, you switched and you grew complacent as the endless travel wore on your wits. You didn't know why he wouldn't just let you go. He could take the car and the last of your money and just leave you alone. Likely the separation would be preferable to both parties. 

Another motel after a week of driving and you were thankful to be standing still. You were asleep on your feet as you dragged your feet behind your grumpy captor and as you leaned on the front desk and bid farewell to even more of your cash, you barely processed the conversation happening around you.

Frank's arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you close. You flinched and sneered at him. You felt so gross, you didn’t want to be touched, let alone by him. The desk clerk handed him a key and chuckled.

“It’s been a long trip,” Frank said, “think we just need some R and R.”

You blinked at him stupidly as he turned you around and swept you out the door. Outside, you shoved him away and stumbled as he laughed at your pathetic effort.

“What the fuck was that about?” you scowled.

“Well, you looked like you were about to keel over, just tryna keep you on your feet,” he jingled the keys and led you up to the second level.

“Don’t do that again,” you mumbled as you waited for him to unlock the door.

“Sure, honey,” he said mockingly as he slid the key out and kicked the door open, “come on.”

Just like last time, he locked the door and you looked around at the small room, a single queen and another rickety chair. 

“Please, don’t,” you said as you crossed the room, “I’ll stay, just don’t tie me up. I need to lay down.”

“You need to wash the road off ya,” he quipped as he peeked into the bathroom, “ladies first.”

You stared at him and tilted your head. He might have kept you alive so far but you could hardly trust him. After all, you weren’t exactly there by choice. You tiptoed forward, warily eyeing him as you got closer. He stepped back and crossed his arms.

“You might not be able to smell ya but I can,” he nodded through the door, “ten minutes.”

You stepped inside and he snapped the door shut behind you. You sat on the toilet and rubbed your eyes. You looked down at your clothes, rumpled and stained with sweat and filth. You took a moment and stood to strip off the layers one at a time. 

You cranked on the shower and stepped under the stream. The shower curtain rang as you pulled it around the tub and you basked in the hot water. It felt good and your muscles relaxed as rivulets trailed down your skin. You scrubbed with the vague floral scented soap and scrubbed until you felt a little more like yourself.

Reluctantly, you turned the faucet off and reached for the towel on the bar. You lowered your foot onto the tile and patted yourself as you stared at your blurred silhouette in the steamy mirror. A knock sounded at the door and had you wrapping yourself in the white cotton.

“Ay, they got some machines here,” his voice scratched, “should probably wash those rags up while we’re here.”

You tucked the towel in at the top and gathered up your clothes. You neared the door hesitantly and cracked it open. You peeked out at him as he watched you impatiently.

“Figure you can’t run naked… well, if you try, it won’t be so easy,” he remarked. You shoved your clothes through wordlessly, “there’s some robes out here when you’re done with your sauna, princess.”

You rolled your eyes and shut the door. You heard him chuckle and move around the room as he grumbled under his breath. You waited for the other door to open and close before you emerged. 

You took the robe folded over the bottom of the bed and tied the belt tight around your waist. You sat on the bed, your back to the frame and switched on the television. You thought of running but he was right, even if you eluded him, you doubted there were many who wouldn’t do worse to a barely clothed woman, not out there in the middle of nowhere.

He returned shortly and dropped a haul of processed foods on the bed from the vending machines. He wore a robe as well but it was smaller on him and the flimsy white slippers provided with the room. He shuffled through his trove of salt and sugar. 

He took the two cups and placed them on the small round table and filled the kettle from the bathroom sink. He plugged it in and flipped the switch. “Hope you like chicken noodle,” he said.

You read the guide on the TV and punched in the channel playing re-runs of Law and Order. It was a grim choice but you just needed to disassociate from the dingy motel. The kettle clicked and his shadow flickered in your peripheral. Frank sat and the mattress dipped beside you. He held out a steaming cup with a plastic spoon sticking out of it.

“Thanks,” you took it and leaned back as you stirred the boiling soup.

“We’ll grab some burgers at the next stop,” he grizzled, “Fuckin’ starvin’.”

You said nothing and stared at the lawyers arguing on screen with the detectives. They were trying to figure out how a woman ended up in a motel with marks around her neck; dead. A chill went through you and you slowly glanced over at the man beside you.

He squinted and returned your gaze. His mouth slanted and he shook his head, “really?” he challenged nonchalantly.

You took a deep breath and turned back to the screen. You sipped at the hot broth and scooped up noodles as you tried not to think about being strangled to death on the bathroom floor. 

When you finished, you set the empty cup aside and slid under the covers as the afterglow of the shower weighed down your limbs. You just wanted to sleep. If he did decide to kill you then, you wouldn’t even know the difference.

He grabbed a candy bar from the mess and sat back, jarring the whole bed as he did. You rolled onto your side and pulled a pillow over your head. You squeezed your eyelids shut and tuned out the old tube television and the chewing of the man behind you. Sleep crept up on you in haze, half-aware of the muffled voices and the movement on the other side of the bed.

You pushed the pillow away as it grew warm beneath and sleepily pulled it under your head. You heard the distant noise of the pipes. Groggy, you sank back into a shallow sleep as the constant noise lulled you.

You were disturbed again when you were jostled and the television shut off. You felt him behind you and wiggled closer to the edge. He barely seemed bothered as he stretched out and you felt the heat radiating from his body. You drifted off once more, dreaming about the eternal highway and Frank’s bristly orders.

You snorted awake, this time from a haze so deep it felt as if you’d been drowning. You felt the arm over the middle, heavy and firm, and the hot breath on your neck. Your lashes fluttered, threatening to close again, but your adrenaline forced your eyes open. 

He was flush to your back, his hard body against your back as his hand was slid into the opening of your robe. His rough fingertips rested against your soft torso, just beneath your breast.

“Frank,” you rasped and tugged on his wrist, “the fuck are you doing?”

He groaned and shushed you as he nestled closer. You went rigid as you felt a prod against your ass. You grabbed him more firmly but could not move his hand as he squeezed you tighter. His hand glided up against your resistance and he cupped your chest. You gasped and pulled at his long fingers.

“Frank, get your fuckin’ hands off of me--”

He ignored you and rolled his thumb over your nipple. Your breath caught in your throat and tried to push yourself up. He held you down as he snaked his other arm beneath your.

“Honey, just relax,” he said drowsily, “I ain’t hurtin’ ya.”

“Get off!” you slapped the back of his hand.

“Mmmm,” he purred and nuzzled the back of your head, “you smell like flowers.”

“Frank--”

“What else are we gonna do, honey?” he asked and his breath tickled your ear, “hmmm.”

He nibbled at your lobe and a chill went through you. You pressed your hands to his and knew he could feel the frantic beating of your heart. You shivered as his arousal poked against you again. You gulped and gasped as suddenly rolled onto his back and pulled you up onto him.

Your robe fell loose as you laid atop him, your back to his hard torso as his other hand roved lower. You squirmed and grasped at his wrists. He easily ignored you as he kneaded your tit and his other hand slid along your vee. You held your breath and pushed your legs together.

“That’s your problem, you just need to let go,” he hummed and brushed his fingertips down the line of your leg, “come on and open up for me.”

You shook your head against his shoulder and he pinched your thigh. You yelped and he did it again. You hit his hand and he laughed, a deep rumble that flowed through you. He dug his nails into your flesh as he continued to fondle your chest with his other hand. 

You whimpered as he threatened to break the skin and let your legs fall open around his. He slid his fingers between your folds and over your clit. You gasped and he swirled his fingertips, sending a bolt of electricity through you. You gripped his thick wrist and gritted your teeth as you tried to resist the fire in your core.

“What d’ya think you’re still around for, huh?” he slithered as he poked around your cunt, pressing his fingers to your entrance.

You murmured a weak protest as your eyes rolled up and you stared at the wall above the bed. You huffed between your teeth as he shoved two fingers inside you. You clenched around them and your nerves rippled with the wave of pleasure.

His palm rubbed against your clit as he rocked his hand slowly and you shook your head, fighting the unwelcome thrumming as it pulsed deep within you.

His fingers slipped easily in and out of you as you slickened and reached back unthinkingly to curl your fingers into his sides. He moved his hand faster, the friction building to a spark. You closed your eyes as your nails pressed against his muscles and your legs bent around his.

You spasmed as you came, your surrender declared with a pathetic squeak. He didn’t stop until you were panting uncontrollably, your head lolling on his shoulder as you bit the tip of your tongue. When he pulled his fingers out, you whined at the sudden emptiness.

He rubbed his wet fingers along your cunt and spread your lips as he snaked his other hand beneath your leg. He tore open the tails of his robe and angled his tip against your opening. He urged you onto him, sliding you down his body until your back arched to accept him. You moaned as he entered you and the overwhelming fullness fueled your helpless voice.

“Hmm, honey,” her purred as his hot breath touched your scalp, “just what you needed, isn’t it?”

You sputtered as he moved his hips beneath you, rocking into you from below as he planted his feet in the mattress. He lifted you carefully and kept an arm around your middle as his other toyed with your sensitive bud. His thick breaths clouded around you as he moved your body in time with his.

He hooked his arm around around your left leg and pulled it higher, doing the same with your right as he fucked you harder. He reached from below to keep his thumb on your clit, your legs folded against your chest. He growled in your ear and bit the lobe again. You clawed at the blanket below him as he used you so easily, your shame smothered by your pleasure.

You orgasmed again and as your walls clenched around him, he groaned and his legs slipped down straight. He turned onto his side and quickly rolled you onto your stomach as he forced your legs down. He pinned you beneath him, weaving his arm through yours as he pulled them back as his twined his fingers behind your head.

He kept you pinned beneath him as his flesh clapped against yours loudly. You moans seeped into the pillow and his animalistic grunts punctuated each thrust. The bed shook beneath your bodies and he pushed his thigh up around yours. He sat up, still bucking his hips as he pulled your arms back and forced you to arch with him.

He gripped your elbows as he hammered into you. Your moans turned to whines as he pounded your walls and you gulped down air desperately. He growled and you felt his body tense as his hold on you broke. He shoved your head down against the pillow, almost suffocating you as he once more sped up.

He snarled and his motion grew spasmodic. He slowed and his hips jolted into you in jagged thrust. He emptied himself into you as his long fingers stretched over your scalp. Finally, he stopped, still straddling you as he heaved a shaky sigh. He sniffed and trembled as he ran his hand down your back.

“Really makes me happy I didn’t put a bullet in ya,” he rasped, “real…” he squeezed your hips and pushed in as deep as he could go, “happy.”