#bathroom desperation

[vvvoxal]

For Pit (part 5), thank you for the generous ko-fi tip! Here is the final part to your requests. I've combined the remaining 3 requests into an omorashi-centered strip.

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[vvvoxal]

I've got this neat idea that popped into my head: a group collaboration for a kinkfic titled The 5 Times Vox Had Gotten Desperate, and the 1 Time Val Had. Each chapter would consist of a different time and kink that involved Vox getting desperate in some way.

Chapter 1) Desperate to eat and fill his empty stomach as Val teases him.

Chapter 2) Desperate to take a piss, much to Val's amusement.

Chapter 3) Desperate to find a restroom to "expell his insides" (from whichever end the writer prefers), yet again to the amusement of Val.

Chapter 4) Desperate to have his belly rubbed by Val while his stomach aches with indigestion.

Chapter 5) Desperate to leave the meeting he's in to go "bump it spicy-style" with Val who keeps s3xting him.

Chapter 6) Val is desperate to cum but Vox keeps denying him.

The thing is, though, I'm not a writer, I write when I feel like it and that's honestly not often. So instead I would be collaborating with other people that write kink-centered fics, and each person writes a chapter in their own way. It'd only really work if each writer works on a chapter that corresponds with the kink they already possess. Of course someone with a piss or omorashi kink should be in charge of chapter 2. Someone into 0rgasm control should have full creative control of chapter 6. I'd probably do chapter 1 or 3 or 4, since those are my cup of tea, but i'd only be choosing one of them so that someone else can do whichever they prefer.

This is all just an idea and I don't have plans to actually do it, so I'll hold a poll and see if anyone else sounds interested in this collab idea.

Does this VoxVal kinkfic collaboration sound like something you'd be interested in participating?

Yes!

No thanks

I am interested but only to observe, not to participate

I am interested in the idea, but not in VoxVal

Voting ended onNov 7, 2025

[desperatetogonow]

I’m curious what kind of upset belly stuff you’re into?

Anything where someone eats something that doesn’t agree with them! And what comes with that like belly noises/gurgles, holding, desperation.

[cyberrat]

91st Batch Of Fics: 16th Fill

Tim Drake/OC – Milky Verse – Gotham Timeline – Part 90 – humiliation kink; (bathroom) desperation kink; no scat – Tim is helpless. They can do whatever they want.

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“Oh my… aren’t you a poor little thing?” Milk Man croons. He pulls a cart along with him, coming closer until Jason’s head snaps up and he growls at him, pulling his lips back to bear his teeth. His skin is glistening with sweat as it rolls off of him, dripping from the tip of his nose and his chin. His eyes look glassy and feverish, but he still obviously has the need to keep Milk Man at bay.

Rocking back against the toy more desperately, he keeps the other in his gaze, distrustful and nervous. Milk man chuckles softly, staying right where he is for the moment.

“That’s alright. I wouldn’t hurt you. I’m here to help, remember? Jay? You’re a good boy, aren’t you? Yes, you are. I can see you struggle a lot with your fuck hunger. You poor little thing. Your life must have been hard with these intense needs… Nobody there to help you make sense of it. It’s no wonder you are the way you are now, is it? Mmhh hm.”

He turns toward the cart and takes some folded, white towels off the top of it. “I have some cool, wet towels here. Don’t you want me to help you? Easy now. You can keep right on going. I’ll just work around it. I wouldn’t dream of depriving a sweet calf like yourself. Poor thing. Shattered into so many little pieces, aren’t you?”

He just keeps on babbling as he carefully advances. This time he’s ignoring Jason’s growling and posturing. Either he’s an idiot or he can see something that is not apparent on the video, but Jason does not actually lash out and break him apart limb from limb once he gets within range of his arms.

And Tim can… he can understand it. He can feel himself being lulled into complacency by the crooning, low voice; by the gentle understanding radiating off of him. Jason does not have to understand what the other is saying in order to get the gist of it. He is not being punished. He is being helped.

Tim whimpers and squirms. His insides are fire and Ned is slowly but surely massaging the cum out of him in a creeping, mind numbing orgasm. It’s just… dribbling from him; warming his toes and leaving a devastating heat in its wake, his muscles trembling and weak and everything feeling like it is folding in on itself, burying himself beneath his own being.

On the screen, Milk Man is gently wiping Jason down as he keeps up his low, soothing croons. “It’s alright. I can help you. I’ll make sure you get what you deserve. What all you poor little half-baked cows deserve. You only want it to make sense, don’t you? You only want it to serve a purpose. This deep, clawing need in your belly.”

As he says that, he lowers one hand to underneath Jason, pressing his palm against his stomach without a damp towel between them. Jason’s breath hitches, his fingers flexing against the ground, trying to claw at the tile but only helplessly sliding off. He turns his head, for the first time depicting something like his own, free will as he looks directly at Milk Man.

Milk Man pauses then, sitting on his haunches. Due to the camera angle his face is hidden, but his voice dips a little lower, a little more intimate as he reaches out for Jason’s face and gently touches one of his cheeks.

“You are not alone,” Milk man says in that low, intimate voice. “I will help you become what you need to be. Your body already knows what it needs. I’ll just help it along a little, hmn?”

Tim’s mouth falls open, a wheedling whine slithering from his throat. He is aware of Milk Man’s attention immediately falling on him. He is aware of the slow, smile that he cracks, but he can’t help it. He can’t help making the sounds, he can’t help trying to thrust back, he can’t help drooling and whimpering and chewing helplessly on the silicone cock pressing against his tongue as he is getting fucked into insanity.

If Jason can be swayed by Milk Man than it wouldn’t be horrible if he were to give in as well, would it?

If someone like Jason, who has been good enough to work together with Batman, to survive whatever it was that happened to him could rub his face into Milk Man’s hand like a kitten and let him slowly but surely twist him up into a happy bundle of delirious need – then it would be okay for Tim to just let go as well, right?

Someone better, stronger, smarter than him folded for this piece of shit. Nobody would blame him if he were to do the same. Batman surely wouldn’t be disappointed if he saw Tim-

Not that Batman had any idea who Tim was-

He surely didn’t remember-

He should thank Ned, he supposes, for pulling him out of his moment of weakness. It’s nothing big he does; just him slowly starting pull the hose out of Tim’s body which has his stomach gurgling and his eyes widen in sudden alarm.

“No!” he exclaims, or… tries to. It’s just a garbled shout with the gag hindering his speech but his new agitation has both Milk Man and Ned pausing, eying each other over the box Tim has been strapped into.

The hose slides out a little further. Tim clenches his hands into tight fists, his stomach once again gurgling, a pressure building in his guts. He feels the now hot, prickling liquid slide down, filling the space that is no longer occupied by the hose that had been stoppering him up.

A humiliated heat sweeps through him, taking the soft fog of arousal from his mind and filling him with panic and, more concerning, a vengeful lust. His cock flexes. His balls ache.

The sounds from the video are lapping at his brain, and stupid little thoughts of ‘that’s what Jason Todd sounds when he’s in pleasure’ flit through Tim’s head. He tries to thrash in his bindings, calling out again and again for Ned to stop what he is doing.

His demands turn into pleas; drooling, whimpering little pleas, tears stinging his eyes, chest heaving as he clenches down on the very tip of the nozzle, trying to keep it in; trying to preserve himself some little shred of dignity.

It’s his big reaction that has the others all looking at him; watching as he struggles and pleads. Tim turns his head away in an attempt to just not look as after just another achingly long second of nothing happening, Ned pulls the nozzle free completely.

Tim groans with the horrified realization that he won’t be able to stop what is going to happen now.

[jack-globus]

There is no better vocal expression of bathroom desperation than someone saying, “I’m dying for a toilet.”

That, right there, is the perfect expression of just how badly someone needs to relieve themselves. Their bladder is on the verge of releasing a flood tide down their legs. Their bowels are about on the cusp of erupting into the seat of their pants.

Dying for a toilet.

Yes.