I have sacrificed EVERYTHING for tumblr. My wife has left me. My children do not recognize my face. I have faced demonic attack, public execution, and erotic ego death, which is like normal ego death but you develop kinks that make Society despise you, like a psychosexual fixation on Kermit the Frog. "I like your shoelaces." THANKS, THEY TETHER ME TO THE GROUND I STAND ON! I AM UNABLE TO LEAVE! I WILL DIE HERE! I WILL DIE IN THIS HOUSE!
How many reblogs does it take to become omo famous bc tumblr is the only social media site where I get 200 likes and think “omg there’s 200 people looking at me”
Maybe it’s because it feels like 200 people are watching me pee? idk
Robot boy who just had a new fluid intake system installed but they forgot to program him to know how to use the bathroom. He gets so confused on why there’s building pressure in his lower abdomen and wonders if something broke inside him. When he asks for help, his creator starts prodding around at his tummy and his bulging bladder, and that forces out a really long spurt. He’s super worried that something went wrong, but the creator is quick to educate him about what it means to pee his pants and how he should probably be more embarrassed by it 💞
Maybe I’m weird for this but I honestly think Satou deserves a backstory and lore in the way the other characters have. Even if it’s something as simple as “cause demons killed my grandma” it would make her seem less cartoonishly evil and like her only purpose is to be hated.
NSFW: The Joker (DC) x Gender Neutral Y/N, Joker Breeding, Clown Cum, Empathetic Joker, Religious Imagery, Brief But Crippling Knowledge That You Are Alone In This World, Implied Jrap On (Joker Strap On)
"Nnng.. hahh... HAHAHAHAHA!" Joker blasts his thick silly string deep into your womb, his signature Maniacal Laughter almost louder than the sound of your wonton, choked-out orgasm.
Almost.
Joker pauses, quivering within your Gender Neutral Hole, listening to the sounds of your pleasure. You can feel the curl of his lips against your ear, clearly pleased with your performance as he twitches inside of you, eliciting yet another wonton moan.
"You're spelling that wrong, you know," he chuckles breathlessly into your ear.
"What?" You gasp, only half listening as your Afformentioned Neutral And All-Reader Inclusive Hole flutters frantically around his member, like a terrified bird might flutter in the hand of someone who catches birds with their hand.
"Wanton: unrestrained, sexually suggestive," he purrs. "Wonton: something you eat."
You cannot hear the difference in the spelling because you have Normal Ears instead of Joker Ears, and because frankly, you are too freaking Turned On to understand a word he says to you. Your mind has been thoroughly fucked, and he seems to sense this, pulling out despite your protests.
"Hush, dear..." he shifts instead to hold you. "I think that's enough. You hardly know your own name anymore," He chuckles darkly.
You frown, because that's stupid, and you literally still know your name. Your name is literally Y/N. Like you could ever forget. Everyone in class always made fun of you for it. It's not even a word, just two letters with a slash in between. That was the beginning of it all: the isolation from your peers, the firm knowledge that you were different from them. That you'd never fit in.
You huff, all kawaii-like, at the memory, and snuggle in closer against your Joker Alpha. You are the little spoon, obviously, and you are more than a little disappointed to feel his c*ck softening behind you. He chuckles, knowingly, as if sensing your distress. God, he's such a freaking empath, it drives you crazy, and then turns you on, and then makes you cry. You've never been seen before like this. It's honestly a little terrifying. You're not sure you deserve this kind of love.
He chuckles sadly in your ear. "Y/N... You're spiraling again, aren't you?" He chuckles patiently. And God, yes, you are. And you're crying too, like some kind of baka. The truth is, you cannot accept any warmth from other people without the gnawing feeling in your stomach that the only reason they've gotten so close is that they just haven't gotten a good look at you yet. They don't see your sharp edges, or your anger, or the horrible desperation that has you clawing at the dirt and screaming "look at me, LOOK AT ME!" at every person stupid enough to give you the time of day. Selfishly, like a child, scooping up greedy handfuls of Eden's soil, cramming it into the cavity between your ribs as if you intend to take the Garden with you. You cannot take it, and it is not your home anymore. It does not accept you. You are too filthy to even be fed to its worms.
The Joker is wiping your tears with the spider-like fingers of his long yaoi hands. He chuckles empathetically behind you, murmuring affirmations to you, silently guiding you through breathing exercises, rubbing small circles onto your back. "Why do you like me?" you mutter miserably into your pillow.
For a moment, you have the horrible sensation that this isn't real. That you're alone in your bed. That you've made it all up. That the Joker is just a fictional character.
Joker squeezes you, tight, chuckling all the thoughts out of your head, planting kisses down the back of your neck and spine. "Maybe you shouldn't be thinking tonight, after all..." His voice is music to you, drowning out your thoughts. "Is that what you need, darling?" Clown fingers trace shapes on your hips. You nod, unable to speak, grateful that he understands.
The Joker chuckles seductively. "How about I breed you again, Y/N? How about we replace all those silly little thoughts by filling you up?"
You moan, wantonly, nodding even more eagerly than before.
The Joker chuckles excitedly. "Well, I have just the toy to make sure you are extra full, my love ♡"
thinking about someone having to piss but needing to get fucked more. person fucking them keeps pausing and asking are you sure you don't need a break but they're just like no, please, i need it, don't stop. and predictably they piss themself but as they're going they're still begging, don't stop, don't stop, fuck, keep going, so the person just fucks the piss out of them until they cum.
Idk if this will sound weird but I don’t think I could ever be into diapers because a core part of my omo fixation is the pee stain/puddle. Watching the dark wetness migrating across somebody’s lap, rivulets tracing lines across their legs, the warmth enveloping their body… just feels like it would be harder to have that with the pee being, ahem, “contained”
Omoblr has shown plenty of love for the term “accident” but imagining a witness saying it is too underrated
“Are you gonna have an accident?”
“Oh, you’re having another accident…”
“Seriously, a potty accident? What’s next, you’re gonna cry about it too?”
Just having someone else say it is the perfect form of teasing because it’s recognizing that you have zero control over something so simple. It’s not just something that happened to you, it’s an active mistake you made that’s creating an ever-cascading consequence that everyone can immediately recognize. Once it’s put into motion, you can’t stop it even if you want to.
I no longer work at Cracker Barrel but being at my new job won’t make me immune from the occasional thought of “hmmm it’s getting busy, imagine if I had a full bladder and zero time for breaks and I had to hope and beg and plead that the growing stain on the front of my black pants wouldn’t stand out and being distracted by my bladder made my trembling hands completely useless and prolonged my suffering by keeping the whole place busy”
Fun fact: the bone "Hikaru" gives to Yoshiki is called the Xiphoid process, meaning sword-shaped. It's one of the reasons you have to be careful when administering CPR, because it can accidentally break off and puncture your internal organs, especially since it's pointy and right above your heart. Also, it starts out as cartilage, but turns into bone as you grow.
Randomly getting notifications from a pee post I made a few months ago uhm glup…
I feel like I should admit that a lot of the freaky fantasies that I have in my mind follow a general format of desperation, wetting, occasionally mild teasing, and aftercare. I love the idea of someone being so embarrassed or teased so much that they can’t stop themselves from sniffling about it and then they need a warm hug and help cleaning up from whoever happens to be around. I feel like my posts haven’t featured enough aftercare/cute stuff so riddle me this:
titsay
baratheonpilled
izzy806
discoholicmusic
andulkaphoto
snowghoul
