Sorry, thinking of one-way catheters again... with, like, a flap so liquid can enter really easely but not get out.
Your partner installing one on you, telling you it's for a whole day, and you think it's just a normal catheter to keep you from pissing or even just leaking. Plus, they've been kind enough to let you go empty your bladder before, so you're pretty sure it's going to be easy! Just don't drink too much, and then you'll show them that you're not always squirmy and desperate. So you go on your date, you're mindful of your liquid intake, it's fine.
You go to the restaurant, get a kinda secluded spot. They notice that you're pacing yourself with your drink, and lift an eyebrow. You should not need to pace yourself, you can't leak anyway, that's what the catheter is for, silly! You haven't taken it out, right? They ask to see it, yes, here and now. The table will hide it, don't worry! So, blushing furiously, you slowly get your pants just low enough so they can see it... and suddently, they get a plastic water bottle lined up with the nuzzle, and squeeze it so all the liquid shoots out and hits your bladder at once. You hunch over, gripping the table as the sudden FULLNESS renders you unable to talk. They discard the scrunched-up bottle and smile at the waitress who is coming over your table to get your order. Better get back in those pants quickly!
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@///@ oh my GOSH this is so. 😵💫😵💫😵💫🥴🥴🥴💕
god the shock of a relatively cold water bottle suddenly FILLING my bladder mmmph... I thought I wouldnt be full until later in the day... didnt even consider that things could be pushed up there with this setup... hoo...
im still struggling to think, let alone speak, when the server is coming and I have to fumble with my clothes and cover up despite the sudden fullness and wanting to be gentle with my poor bladder...
I should have known they wanted me to be as full as possible for as long as possible @///@ why else would they help me hold like this...? fuuuck my bladder is gonna be MASSIVE later if they keep insisting on filling it up... hoo
the picture you just reblogged... holy shit thats literally landoscar i gasped so hard when i saw the picture... the skin tone difference, the hand size difference, fuck even oscars long nails omg??? and landos elf ears and landos curly hair and landos bracelets hello??? yeah no wonder oscar is pregnant with their child now, that night in abu dhabi must be crazy... and im also crazy right now i need to take a walk
ikr it’s insaneeee
every detail drives me mad. yes!! nodding SO hard. the bracelets i mean, come on. i’m so thankful op shared it here after finding it bc these lookalikes are the closest we’ll ever get lol
in #mybeautifulmind that’s exactly what went down in that hotel room. also fingers in mouth. mhm
if you ever re-read ch2, i hope you picture this every time their hands touch <3
doesn't look outrageously out of place next to the real thing imo (maybe i'm just crazy too)
I'm so sorry if this has been asked a ton but can I please request a part 2 of gone where the pack discovers the reader? I just discovered you off AO3 and loved your No Control series 🤍
Hi love! Actually, a part 2 hadn't been asked for, surprisingly! I'm really glad you sent this in ask because I haven't touched this world since finishing the series. But I do often think about it. No Control is one of my favorite works and series I've ever done! 🥰
So the request of the pack discovering the reader was a little vague and at first I wasn't sure where I wanted to take it or even how to start it. But eventually I spewed forth some words. I want to apologize beforehand if it's not the direction you wanted to see the part 2 going, but given that the reader does eventually go back to the pack after being kicked out in Lose Control, I thought about spicing it up a bit.
I really hope you like! 💜
Warnings: Dark and depressing, thoughts of death. If this is triggering to you, please skip!
You continued to exist, much to your dismay.
The sun rose another day, and once more you found yourself still on the grimy floor, surrounded by the people you had dared to call friends. And even then you used the word loosely. One of them had a tendency to steal what little food you managed to find and another was constantly leering at you. More than once you had to fight off his advances, though you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep doing it. Just another reason to not want to wake up anymore.
But the universe seemed to love fucking with you and like clockwork, you woke up to watch as the group dispersed for the day - off doing who knows, not that you really cared. You assumed to find food or earn what little change they could get off of people. What a horrible existence to live, but it was their reality. It was your reality.
Your body ached as you climbed to your feet, dusting yourself off, not that it helped your appearance any. Your clothes were worn with age, sporting a few rips and tears in various places, but you only had so many outfits to cycle though. It also wasn’t like you had the luxury of washing them or hanging them up in a closet. No, they got stuffed into one of the two bags you had and about every week you would make a trip to a nearby fountain to wash them. Always at night, so you wouldn’t get caught by the police. Today you didn’t really have a plan, but you knew just laying around wasn’t going to make you feel any better. Not like walking around the city made you feel any better either, but at least you had a change of scenery. Gathering your belongings, you shoulder your two bags - because you certainly weren’t going to leave them behind to be stolen - and started walking.
By noon you had made it to the heart of the city, taking a seat on one of the public benches to just watch as people passed by. It fascinated you, how they could just go about their lives, never sparing you a second glance. Why would they? They had places to go, people to meet. Things to do and a home to return to; everything you wished you still had. It was crazy to think how quickly you lost not one, but two homes for things that weren’t your fault. How could you control the fact you were a shifter living in a hunter village? And you certainly didn’t try to kill Jisung!
Jisung…
There wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t think of him, wondering if he was still alive. A part of you really hoped he was, that the pack got him help in time. But another part of you wasn’t so sure. Why else would Minho have threatened you the way he had if Jisung’s survival was at the very least a 50% possibility. No… you were almost certain he hadn’t survived and that thought made your heart break even more.
You weren’t sure how long you sat on the bench, it felt like hours but it could have only been a couple of minutes, when an all too familiar scent filled your nose. Familiar in a way that you knew you had smelled it before, but it took your brain a hot second to actually pinpoint what the scent was and who it belonged to. Eucalyptus and Mint. You darted up, eyes scanning the crowds as fear coursed through your veins. Why was Minho nearby? Was he there to make good on his threat? As much as you had been longing for death's kiss, you didn’t want to experience it at his hand because you were certain it would be slow and very painful. When you finally spotted him, to your horror, your eyes locked and you could see the look of recognition cross his face.
In a split second decision, you took off running, leaving your belongings behind in your haste. You had no idea where you were going, but all you knew was that you needed to run. You needed to get out of there and find a place to hide. There were plenty of options, the city was littered with deserted little alleyways you could duck into, and you did just that, taking refuge behind a large blue dumpster. You were used to the ick and the grime at this point, so kneeling in a puddle of dirty water didn’t disgust you as much as it probably should have. You were pretty sure you could make out little tiny floating carcasses of bugs.
Hidden away, you listened and waited. Footsteps came closer before retreating as person after person walked past the opening. You waited with baited breath, but no one so much as even faltered in their steps. You did it, you had escaped. Letting out a breath, you slowly relaxed, leaving heavily against the dumpster with your forehead pressed against the cold metal. “I should probably just leave the city,” you found yourself muttering. The thought had crossed your mind a few times, but you never gave it any serious thought until now. It was inevitable you would have eventually run into one of them and if it had been anyone else, you probably wouldn’t have panicked like you had. But it was Minho - an alpha that you knew had a vendetta against you. Your mind went down the path to Jisung again and his death, bringing tears to your eyes once again.
“Fuck.”
“Y/n.”
You jumped back, flinging yourself from the dumpster and up against the stoned wall of the building beside you. You hadn’t heard Minho approach, hadn’t even smelled him - granted you couldn’t really smell much of anything but the rotting garbage. “Please.” Your voice trembled as fear seized your heart. “I didn’t do it. I didn’t…please don’t kill me.” You begged, because there was no other reason for him to be there but to take your life.
He frowned, brows drawn tightly together as he looked you over. He didn’t seem ready to kill you, nor did you detect any murderous glint in his eyes. Odd. Was he not there to get his revenge?
“Why would I kill you?”
“Because….Jisung?” That was about as coherent of a sentence that you could possibly come up with.
“Jisung? Why would I kill you because of Ji-” You were pretty sure you saw the figurative lightbulb going off above Minho’s face quickly morphed to one of sadness, features softening. “Jisung’s fine. Y/n, I’m so sorry I said that. I never-” he stopped himself but you got the idea of what he was going to say.
“He’s alive? So then he told you the truth, right?” Surely the other had cleared your name once he learned what happened.
“Yeah. We are so sorry we did that to you.” Minho apologized. “But you have to understand, he had the locket and you weren’t around so we just assumed.”
Just assumed. They just assumed you would attack someone you loved and cared about. Someone you had such a strong connection with because why? They knew about your past, about being disowned by your village. You couldn’t understand their thought process. Not at all.
“But I don’t.” you whispered. “I don’t understand. Why would you think I would hurt him? I love him!” Your confession seemed to shock Minho but why? Was it not obvious how much you loved Jisung? How much you loved all of them? “And you just kicked me out! Why should I understand?!”
“I-I-” Minho seemed to fumble for his words, lost on what he should say or do. And that emboldened you. The fear you once felt vanished.
“I have nothing! You left me to fend for myself - to survive for months with nowhere to leave, or money to buy food! All because you assumed that I was the one who attacked Jisung, and you were wrong! None of you even gave me the chance to explain, so why should I give you the same courtesy and just ‘understand’.” You spat at him. He took a few steps back, stunned by your outburst.
“Y/n please, we didn’t…we’re sorry and we just want you to come home.” You had to say, begging was actually a good look on the once cool and collected alpha. And you gave pause to the request because you wanted to go back. You wanted so desperately to be back with the pack. But why? When it was clear how quickly they would turn on you when one of their own was hurt in some way. They didn’t love you. They didn’t care about you. You weren’t a part of their pack, you never were. If anyone had been lying, it had been them all along.
“No.” You whispered and looked away.
“Y/-”
“I said, no. I won’t go back. Please, just leave me alone.” It killed you to say that, but for months you had survived on your own, you could continue to survive on your own. You didn’t need them. You didn’t need anyone. You held steadfast in your decision and eventually Minho retreated, steps long and slow as if waiting for you to change your mind. You wouldn’t. And eventually he was gone and you were alone once more.
6. What’s your lucky number? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 88. What do your parents do? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?
welcome home, cheater ♡
Lucky number: 6
What was your last dream about?: creo que fue una cuestión media calentona xD tuvo weno el cumpleaño
What talents do you have?: pico idea ... cocino super rico y me memorizo diálogos enteros de películas o series
Are you a good judge of character?: pillo muy fácil las pifias de la gente y tengo muy poca tolerancia, así que yo creo que si y no... soy excelente atribuyendo culpas, pésima dando sentencias
Do you have much of an ego?: no, lo justo y necesario
Are you a gossip?: a mi niégame la comida, niégame el agua, pero no me niegues el chisme xD me gusta enterarme de cagüines y repartirlos si son irrelevantes pero sabrosos
Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?: La Princesa Mononoke
What do your parents do?: nada xD mi viejo trabajaba en construcción, mi madre en una revista, ahora ninguno trabaja... mi taita ve tele y cuida a mis abuelos y le gusta ir a la playa, y mi madre... uf, mi madre... usa mucho redes sociales
Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?: mifepristona y misotrol xD me gustan mucho los nombres Leon, Arturo, Alicia y Cloe
every time you post about it i fantasize about being throat deep inside you and pissing, watching your eyes widen in shock as you realize i'm not filling you with cum but something else, your slight struggle against my firm hands, your little gags as you reflexively try to push up my cock, and finally your quick surrender as the feeling of your stomach swelling and growing tight only makes you wetter and more compliant, quickly surrendering to being used as a toilet
xx
hmkfnshfbdh 😵💫😵💫😵💫💕 fuck this sounds sooo good omg... automatically fighting only bc it was natural, instinct, but then im quickly submitting to it and maybe even gagging a lil harder on ur cock just so u can better fill me~ fuuuck feeling my stomach swell with the contents of ur bladder knowing that im just a toilet now... 😵💫🥴 fuuuck that sounds so fucking nice, knowing im drinking ur piss and providing a bathroom for u~ feeling my stomach stretched with how full I am now~ I wonder if it could continue to be ur toilet for the rest of the day, getting on my knees every time u said you needed me, and not letting me piss bc I gotta be a good toilet and hold all of urs 😵💫 thank youuu~
god, keeping you as my perfectly overstuffed human toilet, filling you and playing with your body as you take on all my piss. and now knowing you wouldn't mind it in your stomach either opens up so many fun possibilities. starting you empty, massaging your empty bladder as i coo gently into your ear that im going to make you so full. showing you the gallons of water im going to be drinking to fill you up. filling myself up quickly, over and over just for the intense pleasure of getting to release my piss inside my perfect human toilet. showing you every big bottle before i drink it, rubbing our bulging bladders together before telling you how good it will feel for me to empty. reveling in your moans as i massage and palpate your full tummy, bladder hard as a rock under my probing hands. feeling you clench uncontrollably, body overwhelmed with fullness but filled with so much pleasure. when your bladder becomes too full, too close to your body's limits, ill let you finally piss. but only while i'm filling up your stomach. plugging your ass while i play with your bladder rubbing and pressing and patting as you squirm before finally pushing down hard, forcing my piss out of you in a hard stream. your bladder is so full that despite the force you'll be releasing for a while and i gently grab the back of your neck, pushing down your throat and pissing into your stomach. your eyes hazy and crossed with pleasure. you're still pissing uncontrollably, my pee flowing out between your legs as you shudder softly, but even as you lose my piss i'm giving you more, straight to you stomach so it can get to your bladder as soon as possible. both of us pissing, and pissing, and pissing, for such a long time. you shaking and moaning around my cock, my perfect toilet taking all my piss and keeping it inside. when i'm done your bladder is empty but your stomach stretched full. and you can watch half dizzy as i start to chug more water, intent on refilling your bladder again. my stuffed little toilet.
xx
God this ask is SO fucking hot @///@
starting out so horribly empty, and you touching me and promising to fill me... shivering with anticipation and anxiety and need under your fingers...
fuck, would you hold the gallons up to my body? try to make me estimate just how full I'll get? how heavy my belly and bladder will feel? I've only ever stuffed myself with a couple liters at a time @///@ the concept of you giving me GALLONS...
hhh it's so hot too that you *like* pissing in me... not just like, *intensely* like, to the point that you'll chug and hold so so much water just to get to fill me up... fuck, fuck, I gotta be such a good toilet for you just for how much you like it and make me feel good... getting to see your bladder so full, letting me know that i get to hold on to what's in it soon, and that I won't be feeling any relief anytime soon... >///< slowly feeling my bladder swell bc the piss in my guts has to go *somewhere...* maybe I'll even get to feel you throb inside me as I clench and as you piss, making me into the perfect toilet @///@
I would whine when my bladder was finally stretched to its most limits... I want to hold on to every drop, be the best toilet for you, know that I've been gifted with so much liquid, but I'd also know i was aching and desperate to pee... the fact that I'd be going so long you'd have time to leisurely get up and shove your cock down my throat after pressing me to start @///@
and fuck, softly gagging around you, and feeling you push down to where I can't possibly do anything but accept it, feeling the warmth pouring down my throat as I finally relieve my bladder but I know it's only a matter of time before I'm filling up again, especially as my stomach sloshes with your piss
fuck, I wanna be such a good toilet for you, my stomach so heavy and full and whimpering and moaning every time you touch it, and all I do is bend over to let you relieve yourself whenever you want and id thank you for it... thank you for turning me into a toilet with a gurgling heavy belly and straining hard bladder and sloshing stomach... thank you...
^ Also saw this vid and instantly thought of the wag oscar tag on ur fic haha… <3 they look so domestic in this vid lol
revisiting that scene reminded me why i’m writing this in the first place 🙈 i’ve been so focused on the “serious stuff they need to take care of,” that i almost forgot the main reason i started this was for the tooth-rotting, domestic fluff 😩
we’ll get there, i promise. just a bit more, almost there… <3
oh my god!! wag!oscar writes itself, you don’t even need me!! (honestly perfect timing ‘cos my barbie doll ehc versions of them are traveling soon lol). this probably sounds insane, but i’m also getting some inspo from tom//daya (i.e., how they are in public).
What do you think’s hotter? Making you drink piss from my cock while you’re bursting to pee, or me pissing through a portal directly into your overflowing bladder?
ohhh my god o/////o definitely the latter bc that has my legs TREMBLING just thinking about it... fuuuck I was just thinking about someone using my bladder as a bathroom, did you read my mind or something~?
I think my favorite thing about the portal is my inability to fight back or prepare. your piss is going straight into my already overstuffed bladder and I better just deal with it or else risk an accident 💖
plsss just use some portal as a urinal that links DIRECTLY to my bladder so it can keep getting stuffed~
