Rushing home starting to have an accident I barely made it to the tub. Stream was so hard and fast, now you see why my jeans get so wet when i have an accident!!!
note: sigh, didn’t think i’d write something like this but here i am. self indulgent? maybe. maybe not. who knows
words: 2289
It is no secret that the Fatui Harbingers have absolute authority and are feared by many in Teyvat. It was only recently that for the first time in history that a harbinger has been held accountable for their crimes against the nation. Childe, 11th of the Fatui Harbingers, was arrested late last night.
It was only this morning that you were informed that you had direct orders from your higher-ups that he was your responsibility and yours alone.
“Do whatever you want with him, ” your boss said. “Just watch him, and don't let him out of your sights. He’s a tricky one, that man.”
If you were honest, it just felt like a nuisance. Sure, you were just a mere guard for the prison of Snezhnaya but you knew your way around a weapon -- Multiple weapons. The nation of everlasting winter isn't a particularly dangerous place. The people of the nation are thankful for their lives. But with the harsh climate, people tend to stay indoors lest they freeze to death. It was only rarely that crime rates spiked, people carving each other up for food, using their victim's hides for warmth. The people of Snezhnaya we're good people. And those who were confined in these prison walls were the worst of the worst.
You have seen countless things that have left you shaken. Heard things too grim to repeat but you have never once been afraid of your job.
That didn't change when you walked into work this morning.
The beep of the keycard scanner echoed in the cemented halls. The heavy cell gates slid open allowing you inside. The Harbinger had a special place in the prison, isolation from all the other prisoners.
As I said, you found it to be a nuisance. Having to leave your usual post to walk to the furthest part of the prison, away from everything else. How annoying. All just for a tricky harbinger. Out there he may have authority, respect, and honor. But here. He was nobody. You were the one in charge.
When you approached his cell you saw he was sitting in the center, right on the floor on his knees. His cell had the basic necessities. A very uncomfortable-looking bed with a steel frame. A sink and one shelf for the belongings that he would have to <i>earn.</i>
You looked down at him, not speaking a word. He looked harmless, really. Messy orange hair pointing in every way, obviously no effort into making it look good. A slim frame that you were sure you could easily overpower if it came down to it. And he...smiled. He smiled up at you as you stared down at him unwavering.
You had heard the rumors about him. You were no fool. Youngest of the harbingers but most dangerous. Seeking trouble and danger wherever he goes. Crimes: Attempted mass murder. Attempted murder. Terrorism. Organized crime. Fraud. Manslaughter.
Under the seemingly innocent smile and messy hair was an instrument of war, he was unpredictable and cunning.
He wasn't the worst criminal you've come across. His crimes are anything but innocent, but you've heard worse.
You stood by your post in silence. You were enjoying the quiet. Not having to listen to the incessant whining and complaints from the prisoners on the main floor. Not having to put up with the smacking lips and finger tapping of the other guards.
The silence doesn't last long though. It only took an hour for Childe to speak up.
“Hello,” he said. His voice was youthful, just as you expected.
You didn't answer. Entertaining pretty boy criminals isn't part of the job description.
“I don't suppose I'll be allowed an early bathroom break?” He asked with a smile.
You suppressed a scoff. You weren't supposed to interact with the criminals. You turned your back to him, pressing your back against the bar slammer door. do not speak to him, you reminded yourself.
“Oh, come on. The silent treatment? I'm not like the other criminals here,” he smiled. His hands sat in his lap comfortably. “You can talk to me.”
You didn't turn to look at him as you spoke. “You go during your lunchtime or you don't go at all. You have to earn your privileges here.” You said, stern.
“Oh, that's not going to work,” he squirmed, voice steady regardless of his jittery movements.
You turned to face him, one eyebrow raised. His hands gripped his slacks for a moment, seemingly trying to keep himself from falling apart. “You can piss in the sink if you have to go that bad.” you turned back around.
“Is that what you want me to do?”
You scoffed. He's pulling you in. “I don't care what you do,” you said, gritting your teeth. You're not supposed to speak to him.
He didn't move. He just smiled, squirming in place. He held it.
It wasn't your business. But you found it odd that he asked to use the bathroom but decided to hold it when he was given an option to relieve himself. You tried not to watch him squirm in his seat but his small whimpers made it hard.
He just held it.
Suspicion lit up in your brain as he sat there in silence. What was he getting out of this? Had he just wanted out of his cell? Is that why he was desperately trying to keep himself from falling apart, holding it like some student unallowed to use the restroom until after class? To get you to let him out early? Not going to happen.
“Lunchtime,” you grumbled, moving to unlock his cell door. The cuff you’d put on him hung on your belt, ready to be locked onto his wrists. “You can take your piss on the way there, but these cuffs,” you pulled them from your belt. “--are staying on.”
“I know about you,” he said, holding out his wrists for you obediently. His squirming became more and more constant. “Y/n L/n.”
You eyed him. How he knew your name was none of your business. You were sort of well known outside of the prison. Having helped in the vision hunt decree, many vision barriers became carry of you and your name. Since Childe was one and a former resident of Snezhnaya, it only made sense he knew of you.
You locked the cuff on his wrists, hesitant to let go of your grasp on him in case he tried to pull something.
“I know about your family too,” Childe said coolly. “and about your sister-“
You grabbed the chains of his cuffs, pulling his arms above his head. Slamming him into the wall of his cell, you stared into his unwavering face. He seemed amused by the whole situation.
You held his body against the wall, firm. You held his wrists with one hand while the other moved to grab his face roughly. “You don't know shit about my family.” you bit. Your hands held his jaw in place with a burning touch.
He squirmed and to keep him in place, you pressed your knee between his legs, pressing into his abdomen. Your movements only stuttered when Childe let out a low moan. If it wasn't for the smile on his face, you would have thought he was in pain. He sucked in a breath, head leaning against the wall.
“Is that so?” he asked, breathlessly.
It was only then that you realized he was still holding it. Curiosity lit up in your eyes as you pressed your knee lower. His face flushed pink as he held back another moan. You released his face, dropping your hand.
The bastard was enjoying this.
Everything in your mind was telling you to pull away. Move your knee and take him down to lunch. Forget about the small moans and flushed cheeks, but you shouldn't. You stayed there, holding his wrists above his head, knee pressing lower and lower, inching toward his bladder.
It must have been minutes of you staring into his flushed face until you spoke up.
“Wanna tell me what else you know?” You asked, now moving your freehand to replace your knee.
Childe smirked. “I know you're enjoying this as much as I am.” You pressed your hand down in response. He moaned. “You're a nasty little thing, aren't you?” he continued.
Now it was your turn to flush. Your face grew hot at his words. Were you enjoying this? You couldn't tell, but you knew you didn't want to pull away.
Childe bit into his bottom lip. The desperation of the whole situation was making his cock throb. The fullness he felt, the pressure of your hands on him. He wasn't going to make any attempts to stop it. But still, he pushed to tease you. Wanting you to be angry, wanting you to be rough with him once again.
“Fuck, how disgusting.” he degraded. “Getting handsy with an inmate? What would your fellow guards think, hm?”
You whimpered in response, your dominating aura melting away at his degrading words. That's when he knew he had you wrapped around his pinky. That easily, you were his.
“You like that?” he asked. You pushed your hand down once more earning a low moan from him. He gasped when he felt himself leak into his pants. “Y-you like being degraded? Put in your place?”
You smirked. “Bold words from someone pinned against the wall trying not to piss his pants.”
“Then take these cuffs off me and we’ll see who's really in charge.” He suggested.
You studied him for a moment, genuinely taking his words into consideration. The cell block was empty aside from you and him, him being the only inmate on this floor. But still, the place was open. For whatever reason, anyone could walk in and <i>see.</i> The thought sent a twang of excitement through your body. You shouldn't. You really shouldn't.
But alas, your horny brain got the best of you. You pulled the keys from your belt and unlocked the cuffs.
Immediately, Childe broke free from your grasp. Taking the cuffs in his own hands. He rubbed his wrists mindlessly, stalking past you nonchalantly.
“On your knees,” he said, pointing to the ground. His tone was different from moments before. No longer submissive and shuttering, but now dominating and stern. “Don't keep me waiting. We don't have all day. I still need to pee.”
You don't know what came over you. Uncuffing him was already a terrible idea. Hell, even talking to him was a bad idea. But now, it seems you were full of bad ideas, not wanting to break the streak. You got to your knees in an instant, kneeling before him, desperate to obey.
The dynamic became a complete 180 in a matter of seconds. Now it was you who was shuttering due to his presence.
He spun the cuffs around his finger, shuffling in place. You had concluded that he enjoyed holding it. The desperation, the pressure in his bladder. The thrill of feeling it leak, only to tighten his muscles to keep himself from doing so. Your face flushed hot.
“What shall I do with you?” he asked, shuffling in place. His face was still pink despite his newly found dominating stance.
You whimpered.
“Hands behind your back,” he said.
You listened despite every red light going off in your brain. It was a bad idea. All of it was, but you didn't want to stop. Not while he was towering over you like this, making you feel small under his gaze. Not while his pretty face was flushed pink, desperate to relieve the pressure in his bladder. Not while his cock poked through his pants. Not while the wet spot on his crotch was at eye level. You didn't want to put a stop to any of it.
He slapped the cuffs on you before you could protest. Now, more than ever, you were at his mercy.
He grabbed your chin, pinching it between his index and thumb. “Open,”
You whined, knowing what was coming. You wanted it. Opening your mouth, you watched as he pulled his cock from his pants. The tip was an angry red, hard and pleading. Your mouth watered, wanting to lick up the long vein that decorated it.
You closed your eyes as he pushed the tip of his cock to your lips.
“Ah, ah ah,” he tisked. “Open your eyes and watch.”
You obeyed once again, opening your eyes and watching his face. He bit his lip and emptied his bladder. He threw his head back with a moan as you moved to catch all of it in your mouth. It dripped down your face, soaking your clothes.
Piss dribbled down your chin as he kept going, a seemingly never-ending stream onto your face. Humiliation swelled in your gut as you found yourself enjoying this more than you should. Your hands strained against the cuff, desperate to reach out and touch him.
Once he was done, he tucked himself back into his pants much to your dismay. You held his piss in your mouth, not daring to swallow until he instructed you to, if he instructed you to at all.
Then, an idea popped into your head.
Before you could think twice or give him time to order you back to your knees, you shot up and pressed your salty lips against his. Your hands remained cuffed behind your back as you shipped your tongue across his lips, trying not to let a drop fall from your mouth.
Surprised, he gasped, opening his mouth for you. With that, you spat the hot salty liquid into his mouth.
He isn't huge into the kink but he loves ended a really intense scene with you on your knees and pissing onto your chest as a way of claiming you. So Katsuki's piss KINK is tied in with his marking KINK more than it is a stand alone.
Eijiro
He is obsessed with the way your skin looks covered in a combination of his cum and piss so every couple of weeks he'll set up the living room and lay you over a special bench he got just for this. He'll praise you for being such a good girl as he JERKS off on your ass. Then as he gets back his breathe he'll promise you a deep satisfying fuck after he cleans you up. Then he pisses all over your cum covered ass moaning at the sight.
Hanta
He is entirely about the piss KINK and you have full scenes devoted to it. Has you sit on his lap cock warming him as you hold it for as long as you can. He pushes on your stomach licking your neck as he does before whispering dirty things in your ear. Your bladder is so full and he loves the whimpers you make as he tries to get you to let go. When you finally do let go and piss in his lap covering Both your thighs and his as well as his cock he groans and growls at how hot it feels before slowly lifting you off and standing above you with his cock in hand as you lay flat on your back. Then he slowly coveres every inch of you from your neck to your toes in his hot piss.
Denki
He loves to have you degrade him as you peg him. It's his favorite thing but he also discovered that you continuing to fuck him after he cums will make him piss himself. The added bit of humiliation always gives him the stimulation he needs to dry orgasm. So he started asking for different scenes and positions that would have him pissing all over like the little bitch baby he loves to be. He gets so turned on by it that he starts begging for you to dominate him and piss on him before pressing on his stomach while he has a plug in to bully him into pissing himself while covered. The humiliation and degradation tied in with the piss KINK has made him even more horny than before.
I am trying my damnedest to post a video to make up for being gone for so long but Tumblr flat out REFUSES to let me have any fun so y'all will simply have to follow my Twitter @/SunSolo8 if you want to see me pissing uncontrollably through an STP and all over my pants sighhhh . I'll try again with another video but no promises
Earlier in the day, he had barely noticed his need to piss. Glass after glass of water had passed through his hands, as he worked tirelessly - sorting through emails, leading marketing sessions, doing other odds and ends for his job, as the CEO of AquaCycle, one of the companies that pioneered the cities first low impact water based cycling class. Of course, that meant he was surrounded by the sounds of splashing water each and every day. Whether that meant sitting in on classes, watching and approving promotional videos, or simply passing through the lobby, Francis was constantly exposed to splashing, flowing, trickling water.
Today of all days, of course, he was acutely aware of just how loud the water was, as he shuffled frantically down the hallway to the elevators that would lead him to the lobby. The need to go had made itself aware just as soon as he had stood up to leave for the day, and now, as he hurried along, it was steadily growing worse. After all, he hadn’t had the chance to go at all. Meeting after meeting, each droning on for eternity, had caused him to simply be too busy to even pay any mind to his bladder.
And of course, today, he got out late. Which meant that he hadn’t had time to stop to piss before his driver got there. Francis was not a man who appreciated being held up, and so he was sure to uphold that with the people who provided their services to him as well. As he climbed into the back of the car, he fought back the urge to moan - his bladder had convulsed with the movement.
“Good evening, sir. Just back home?” The driver asked cheerfully, as he was blissfully unaware of how badly his passenger needed the toilet.
“Yes, thank you very much.” Francis said through gritted teeth, hoping he didn’t sound annoyed. In reality, he was very, very annoyed, but only with himself for getting into this situation in the first place. Each bump they hit, each sudden stop, was torturous. He was just thankful that he was able to hold his crotch as much as he needed in the backseat.
Thankfully, the ride back to his apartment building was quick. He tipped the driver, then scrambled from the car to the entrance. Each moment was crucial, in his mind, to making it to the toilet. His shaking hands could barely push the door open as he was buzzed in. Once again, his bladder convulsed - and then, to his horror, a spurt flew from him and into his boxers.
“Shit, shit, shit!” He whispered to himself, leaving dignity behind as he ran to the elevator, rushing inside and pressing the button to get to the top floor desperately. Every second he was faced with the building pressure in his bladder, no longer a throb, but a heat that felt nearly unbearable. When he finally reached his floor, he had to shuffle once again at a slow pace to hold it all in. He could see salvation soon, he was so close. Just a few more steps. Except he wasn’t anticipating that he wouldn’t be able to remove his hands from his crotch.
Francis was frozen in place in front of his apartment door, unable to move his hands in fear he would soak the floor and his own pants in the process. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes as he stared at the wood in front of him, wishing he could will it open with his mind. He whimpered loudly, shifting from foot to foot in an effort to alleviate the pressure.
Then, his luck seemed to turn. The door opened and in front of him stood his boyfriend, Tucker.
Tucker was shocked to see his usually stoic boyfriend in such a precarious state. His eyes drank up the sight: Francis’ body, contorted like a pretzel, hands shoved between his legs as he potty-danced in front of the door.
“Oh? Does puppy need to go potty?” He asked coyly, as he pulled his whimpering boyfriend inside.
“Yes, yes, I need to go! Ive had to go since this morning and I just couldnt, and now it hurts and I feel like im going to burst!” Francis cried out, stamping his foot in emphasis.
Tucker could see how desperate his poor puppy was, and decided to at least be merciful on him - this time. “Well, okay. Do you think you can make it to the toilet?” He asked softly. When he received no response from Francis, he realized that he was simply too full to even focus on words. Looking around, he tried to find a container that could hold the waters of his large bladdered boyfriend. After a moment, his eyes landed on the large vase beside the door that they used to hold umbrellas. “Okay, puppy. You’re going to pee in this vase.” He gestured to it.
“Cant… Cant.” Francis sobbed. “Cant move…”
Tuckers eyes widened as his lover cried out. He wondered just how busy Francis had been to let it get to this point. “Oh, my puppy, let me help.” He cooed, standing behind him. “Im going to move your hands away, puppy. You have to hold it for just one second while I unbutton your pants and pull you out.” He cooed.
“Cant hold it…” Came another cry from Francis.
“Yes, you can. Im going to help.” Tucker reassured him, as he pried his lovers hands away. He carefully unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his already dripping member and aiming it at the vase. He looked away to give him privacy, but, slowly realized that he heard no splattering sounds. “Francis? Whats the…” His eyes drifted to his lovers face, which was contorted in agony.
“Cant pee in front of you…” He wailed, his body fighting itself.
“Oh, puppy… Come on, now. Its alright.” He used his other hand to massage the bulge that protruded from his bladder. Then, in one swift motion, he pushed down hard. The sounds that erupted from Francis’ mouth were practically guttural, a fountain of piss erupted from him. Tucker watched as his lover became undone, crying from relief and embarrassment. Two long minutes and a shake later, he was soothing him back onto the couch.
“Sorry…” Francis cried softly, unable to look Tucker in the eyes.
“It’s alright, puppy. It was just an accident.” He cooed, hugging him tightly. “You’re going to be alright. Just lay down and let me take care of you.” He ran a hand over his cheek, wiping his tears away. “My good, sweet puppy.”
The moans a boy makes when he has to go so so so bad. And the groans of relief once the piss starts pouring out of his cock. I want him to tell me how fucking good it feels to finally pee. That. That right there is what I wanna cum to.
tangentwithtanner
areudirty
2087
