#tw piss

[fawnsweetie]

thinking about bunny!reader who is warming up to jackie and is riding him for the first time! however she is still a little nervy around him!!! but he feels so good😵‍💫 so ofc the only appropriate response is to piss herself while riding him!! all her big feelings spilling out <3

YES YES YES BRING ME THERE BRING ME THERE. oh my gosh bby ur brain is so yum. i hope u guys aren’t getting bored of piss tho bc all my requests have been piss based and i’ve been struggling to come up with ideas but yum!!!!!! and oh my goodness i was in the middle of another fic which is also piss but w robby yay! but this would come next chronically and it’s just too good to pass up!!!

poor little bunny sticks close to robby for the first week or so. it’s not her fault she imprinted on him! and he’s just so warm and big and she just loves to rut against his dick. and who is he to deny a pussy job, especially from a bunny who has the wettest cunt hes ever seen.

and yeah, he knows his dick is big. which is why he brings it up to jack that jack should be the first to fuck you.

“brother, what the fuck? are you telling me that my dick is small? because that’s not what you were saying before we got bunny.”

“jack, please. you know that it’d be better if you had bunny first. plus, maybe it could be a point of bonding for the two of you.”

“mike, you want our bonding to be me fucking her? jesus christ, brother. fine. what the fuck anyways”

so now jack has to figure out a way to get closer to you. this begins at bed time. in someways you’re like a cat. you can sleep whenever which works out in robby and jacks favor because they both like to spend time with you. the only thing you need is a nice little orgasm and you’re fast asleep!

jack usually doesn’t do much more than let you grind upon his leg. he worries for you after all! he doesn’t want to frighten you. but after some encouragement from robby, he’s decided to be more engaged.

after robby drops you off at the pitt and jack takes you home, he can tell how sleepy you are. ‘wanna nap now bunny huh? you’re just so sleepy baby, i know’ he sympathizes.

now while you might be a sleepy bunny, you’re not a dumb one. you know that when you’re with jack you’re usually rutting against his thigh and your little feet are thumping against the ground. so this time you prepare yourself to do just that. which is why you’re so suprised when he sits you around on his lap, his thighs hooked behind yours and spread you out.

‘something different and more fun this time, bunny girl’ and you just love fun things! so you nod eagerly along with him. he runs his fingers along your clit and watches as your little nose twitches. your little hands scratch at his forearms when he teases and he tuts and rubs quicker circles.

when you finally cum against his fingers your ears are twitching and your toes are thumping against the floor. you’ve curled into him in a way you’ve never done before and when you murmur ‘more more more please daddy’ he knows he’s got to fuck you.

but, you’re a considerate little bunny! and you know that your daddy was on his feet the whole day, so when he takes you into the bedroom and lays you down, you hop back up and push him down. ‘oh we’re a brave bunny now aren’t we?’ he teases. you don’t take it as such and nod enthusiastically. ‘alright then big girl, come hop on daddy’s cock’

you do just as your daddy says! and line up your wet cunt with his red cock. and usually you’re a little more talkative, but god his cock is so big and it stretches you out so nicely. so you just whimper and whine and thump your feet against the comforter.

and you’ve never felt like this before! never seen anything like your daddy’s head thrown back. never heard anything like the groans and moans that fall from his mouth when you settle fully down onto his cock and he is suffocated by your tight cunt. never felt anything like his rough hands bruising into your thighs!

and you don’t know what to do with this feeling! so when you whimper out a ‘daddy daddy please it’s not the same!’ you just don’t know what to do with yourself! and in your haze of pleasure, you cum more violently than he’s ever seen anyone. your head is thrown back and your eyes are rolling around in your poor little head. your thighs are quivering and your whole body wracks with sobs.

after your orgasm is finished, you think that you’re completely wrung dry. it’s not your fault that you piss all over your daddy’s belly and cock! you just have so many big feeling and you’re just a little baby bunny!

and it’s not his fault when he comes. the hot liquid just adds an level of pleasure and your ashamed little bunny face and twitching nose makes his orgasm imminent. you sit for a minute letting his cum fill you up and feeling his cock soften within your cunt.

the two of you lay there until he worries about eh possibility of you getting a uti in your little bunny pussy and he makes you shower. when you’re all clean and fast asleep, he texts robby at work.

brother, i think we’ve really bonded.

he also attached a picture of your abused cunt which is took after you passed out. robby steps into the bathroom to palm himself. only ten more hours then his shift is over

[queasier]

cw: noncon + piss + captivity + somno

Most nights, Gojo fantasises about doing horrible things to you.

He tries to fight it — really, he does — but it's gotten bad lately. Used to be he couldn't sleep without jerking off to the thought of you, down on your knees as you throat his cock. He'd let himself imagine some rope around your wrists, maybe a collar around your neck, but it was all mainstream BDSM shit. Taboo, maybe, but excusable.

But then he started wondering how you'd fight back, were he to push you too far. If he forced his cock deep enough into your mouth and pissed down your throat just to feel it tighten as you gag and splutter. Would you pull away, spit it onto the floor beneath your bruised knees? The subsequent image of him forcing you face-down into whatever mess you make, like a dog being taught not to piss on the floor, fuels his nightly fantasies for a week.

He falls down a rabbit hole of depraved thoughts. What he used to be unable to sleep without, he now can't even cum without. Every time he fucks his fist, the scene in his head gets worse. You're dehumanised and objectified worse and worse with each chase of release.

He knows he's horrible for it. He doesn't deserve you, and he's fucking sick for fantasising about turning such a pretty thing into a sleeve to use and reuse. But he's good at reasoning, coming up with ways to excuse these bad thoughts of his.

Like, he might've been masturbating to the thought of breaking into your house at night and jerking off into the crotch of whatever panties you had laid out to wear the next day. But it was just a fantasy, and the key he had cut for your front door had gone untouched on his desk for weeks. That was so good of him!

And when he finally gave in and let himself into your home in the dead of night, at least that was all he did. Sure, he stood at the end of your bed with your panties in one hand and his cock in the other. And he came twice, once into your underwear and another onto the sheets you sleep in. But he only fantasised about smothering you with that soft pillow you rest your head on, taking you home with him to keep safe and locked up in a dog crate.

And okay, he went through with it on his third visit, but he exercised restraint up until then. Plus, he's only doing what's best for you now.

And he hasn't touched you like that since bringing you home. You haven't looked at him, or spoken to him outside of begging to be set free, and he hasn't even pulled you out and fucked your ass for being so ungrateful. He's being so good.

So good, in fact, that when he stands just outside the bars of your crate, stroking his cock frantically and babbling on about how much he loves his pretty little pet, he only goes as far as shooting his load all over your face from outside. He doesn't reach in and pull you out for what he's been slowly building up to.

Not yet, at least.

[oncam]

nanami kento and his “secretary”

cw : piss — bladder control, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, public play. based on this request <3

The air in the room feels suffocatingly hot, leading you to question if the air conditioning that is constantly on has malfunctioned. You're staring blankly up at the vent on the ceiling, as if you'll be able to see if air is flowing from it or not. The conversation around you has faded into background noise despite your responsibility to pay attention.

This meeting has been dragging on for an unnecessarily long time, you swear the clock is ticking more slowly than normal. 

"Are you getting this?" Nanami's looking at you with a stern expression. So well practiced. Not a single twitch of his lips or flit of his eyes could give away the fact that there's an entire silent conversation happening between you two. 

You can feel the sweat starting to bead across your upper lip as you cross one leg over the other. A glass of water sits untouched on the corner of your desk, taunting you. Your mouth is so fucking dry and the constant swallowing and licking your lips is doing nothing to help, but you can't risk taking another sip. 

"Yes—" you clear your throat, "yes sir. I am." 

Nanami nods once before looking away, returning his attention to his colleagues so he can continue his presentation.

He made you drink all that water this morning, acting all coy and refusing to disclose what his plans were for you later. And now you're stuck in this conference room full of men who have no idea of the pain you're in.

You had to pee before the meeting even started and it's been going on about an hour now, the ache in your bladder getting stronger by the minute. You've been begging your boss through furrowed brows and silent mouthings of his favorite word, but even 'please' won't save you today.

It makes you wonder if you did something to upset him, though nothing suggested he was in a bad mood. But really, Nanami is just like this.

It was communicated in your interview, the kinds of things he'd put you through as his new ‘secretary’. You thought you could handle him but this is new territory.

The notes you tried to take are smudged, the ink blurred from your damp hands passing over the paper. 

"Sir?" Your voice wavers as your stomach cramps. You have to tense every muscle in your body to keep yourself from having an accident right here in your seat. 

Silence ensues for a moment as Nanami pauses in the middle of his sentence to stare at you. The sight alone makes his cock throb. You look like you're unraveling. 

Your skin is glossy and your eyes look wild, your leg won't stop bouncing under the desk. He can even see the way your chest is heaving in that blouse you chose—such a pretty one too, it's unfortunate that it's become wrinkled and wet from your nervous sweats.

"What is it?" 

"May I be excused for a moment?" The sentence comes out broken and strained from the effort it's taking you to control your bladder.

"No, we're almost done here. Then you'll be free to go." 

Dickhead.

And of course it's a lie. Fifteen minutes later and the meeting doesn't even seem to be close to wrapping up, all the men laughing and talking amongst themselves, straying far from the original topic. Though you can't pay them any attention because you've now got your head in your hands, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth.

You're not going to make it.

You look through your fingers and meet Nanami's piercing gaze. The intensity makes your stomach swirl and when his focus trails down to where your legs are clamped together, your situation no longer feels so bad—he makes you feel better.

You know he’s lingering, watching you closely because he's waiting.

You're relaxing under his eye before you even realize it. And then there's a distinct warmth that's spreading, starting at the apex of your thighs and trickling down. It's seeping into your clothes and onto the seat beneath you, but you can't even be bothered to care about the uncomfortable wetness when the relief feels so fucking good.

A quiet sigh slips past your lips as your eyelids flutter, and Nanami is now fully hard inside his slacks. Part of him wasn't sure if you'd actually do it—piss yourself here in the office, surrounded by your boss and coworkers. 

And they don't even have a clue. Though some seem confused when you don't stand to shake their hands when the meeting concludes, they simply shrug your behavior off when you start aimlessly organizing your desk.

"You surprised me today," Nanami muses, shutting the door behind the last of his attendees. He palms at his crotch, adjusting himself as he stalks over to you. "Let me see you." 

You slide back in your chair, turning to face him before gingerly spreading your legs apart. The grey fabric of your skirt is darkened with urine and although your tights are black you can feel how they're clinging to your skin.

Nanami clicks his tongue at you, shaking his head lightly. "Look at you… you made a mess of yourself, huh?" 

"I know, I—I'm sorry, sir." 

He leans over you with a hand on an arm of your chair, caging you in as he slips his other hand between your thighs. Prodding at you, Nanami feels the wetness of your ruined clothes beneath his fingertips, the corners of his lips quirking up before he pulls them back down. 

You're squirming in your seat, avoiding his gaze as he cups your sex. His hand is warm against you, the feeling of his touch lighting a spark low in your belly which causes you to lift your hips slightly, grinding against his palm.

"You did well today." Nanami huddles in closer to you, his lips brushing against the curve of your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. His hand presses harder, rubbing up and down your clothed pussy. "Even though you're completely soiled… how disgusting." 

Your breath hitches each time he slides over your clit, applying even more pressure when he notices how sensitive you already are for him. "You’re disgusting, aren't you?" 

Leaning your head to the side, you give him more access to your neck and goosebumps pepper your skin when Nanami runs his tongue along the column of it.

"I am," you breathe, the words sounding more like a soft whine. "I'm disgusting I know. I'm so sorry, sir." 

You feel him smile against you, but then he's pulling away. "Filthy bitch," he spits, his tone harsh before softening. "You're going to make it up to me, right?" 

Nanami retracts his hand and you whimper at the loss. Lifting the limb to his nose, he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your arousal and piss. You're watching expectantly for a reaction, curious as to what he'll think but he doesn't let on much. Instead, he brings his fingers to your lips and forces them into your mouth.

The bitter taste lands on your tongue as you swirl it around his digits, earning a low groan from your boss before he pushes them further. You gag around him when his knuckles hit your teeth.

Tugging down on your jaw, he makes you to nod for him. "Yeah… of course you will, my good girl." 

[superhoeva]

fauxcest, age gap (20s and late 40s), piss/watersports!!! (including that reader holds it while he pees), daddy/"dad" kink, handjob, john calls reader "kid"

almost dad!john can not help but think about how much of a weirdo you can be. his weirdo, of course, but yeah. a weirdo. even still, he just sighs and appreciates the delighted glint in your eyes.

"remember what i said, yeah? keep it steady. 'n no games unless ya feel like mopping up piss, kid."

you huff a small laugh, gripping john's cock–soft but still thick and a nice weight–angling it accordingly over the open toilet. part of you is buzzing at the fact he'd finally said yes. after all your puppy dog eyes and promises to be good, john just nodded for you to follow him down the hall and to his bathroom.

he has to gulp at the gasp you let out when he releases, the slow dribble switching to a thick, streaming surge. you're doing as you were told even though he can tell you're itching to do something. stroke him. stick your thumb onto his head and see what kind of noise he makes. maybe even hurry to your knees to catch the last few drops.

when he's done, you smile at him so prettily that he has to lean and peck your forehead. "s'a good dove. still like dad even when 'm soft, hm?"

your head bobs with a drunk nod, still clutching him and giving him a ghost of a squeeze. "gonna let me taste it next time?"

john tucks his chin to his chest, shrugging through the way his cock jumps against the soft of your palm.

"dunno. keep tugging me like that, 'n we'll see," he rumbles, flicking his stare down to your hand as his arm wraps at your shoulders to hug you closer. his hands snakes to cup your neck, not bothering to grit his teeth when a small groan leave him.

he squeezes the skin at the back of your neck in the same pattern you slick down along his tip. his brain filling with a nice feeling fog at the thought of his pee splashing against the pink of your tongue.

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚 | want more almost dad!price? check out the TAG!

[5yzygy]

sum. you're both drunk and have to pee

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ cw. piss play, cumplay?, pussy slapping, mild exhibition, reader is unshaved because i SAID SO (bush propaganda), inebriation...really idk what to say except that they get weird and sukuna's being gross

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ an. i really don't have an excuse for this i'm sorry.

Alcohol's a diuretic — which is probably why after a particularly lively night out drinking with Sukuna, the pressure on your bladder is sudden and intense. A signal from your brain that lets you know that your body needs to go, and now.

You've barely made it to his apartment just to find out that he needs to go immediately as well.

Except that the apartment has exactly one toilet.

"I'm going first—" you tell him.

"No, wait."

You're already opening the lavatory, hand on the doorknob when he stops you.

"Sukuna…"

You try to protest, but the ethanol in your veins blurs everything into a warm haze.

Makes you feel lighter and less like anything you do matters.

"We can go," he pushes the door open, guiding you in, "together."

"Together?"

"Mhm."

Unfortunately, simply seeing the toilet triggers the need to pee with a renewed urgency.

You have no idea what he's talking about, and there's really only one thing that you care about right now, which is emptying your bladder.

"Fucking—ugh—" you mutter under your breath, already hiking your dress up till your navel.

If you were sober you'd probably be snapping at him and shoving him out the door to get some privacy — mind still fuzzy, you're already slipping your panties down.

You sit down just to find his dick is out, held in one hand as he peers down at you — a lopsided smirk on his lips that reveals he's still very much not sober yet either.

"The fuck?" you half-giggle.

Sukuna hums, nudging your legs further apart as your stream starts to flow — and even in this state you pick up that he's watching.

"Ohmygod, do you have a piss k—"

Hot liquid hits your pussy — and it's definitely not your own.

You squeal, about to snap your legs shut, but a knee in between stops you.

"Oh shit—" he groans, low and filthy — then trying to coax you, "Spread those pussylips a bit baby."

For whatever reason, your hand's already doing it — parting your lips with two fingers so he can get a good view of the stream through hazy, lidded eyes.

And his grin widens. "You like this, don't you?"

Then he tilts his dick to piss directly on your clit.

You make some feeble, incoherent sound at the sensation — his flow still going strong even though yours is starting to taper off.

"Dirty girl," he purrs, "Can't believe you're actually letting me do this."

Finally there's no more, and by now his dick is already swelling up.

Piss drips down your folds and there's a second before you actually regain a little bit of shame and yank your hand away from between your legs, wrenching your thighs closed.

"You're so weird, get out I'm washing this shit off—"

"Oh come on, it was kinda hot," he murmurs with a smug smirk, slowly stroking his cock to its full, hardened size. "Open 'em again, I'm not done yet."

Fuck this stupid alcohol — once again you're spreading yourself despite how filthy this all feels.

"Mm, perfect, just hold it like that," he breathes, tugging his cock faster.

Your head is swimming, displaying your piss-soaked cunt just for him to jerk off to.

It doesn't take long at all — with another few quickening pumps and a low, throaty curse, he cums.

His aim is a bit off so the first white ropes catch in the strands of hair on your pubis like cobwebs.

He adjusts, angling the spray lower and between the lips.

"God, I fucking— love making a mess out of your pussy—" he bites out, milking out every single last drop to catch on your folds.

By the time he's done, you do indeed feel like a mess — defiled with all the fluids dripping from your sex…which now includes your own arousal as well.

"Sukuna…" you finally find your voice, blinking and whining when he reaches forward to rub his cum into your folds and hair like moisturizer. "Ugh. This is so gross—"

He lets out a low, amused laugh before slapping your pussy once to make you jerk.

But his cock's still halfway erect when he wraps his hand around it again.

"Knees," he orders you flatly.

You cringe at the feel of your cunt all sticky and damp — but with a glare, you do sink off the seat and onto your knees.

He hums in approval, slapping his dick on your cheek. "You're obedient tonight…I like it."

Before you can say anything, he's tapping the tip on your lips as you look up at him with round eyes. "Use your mouth and clean it."

You swallow and stick your tongue out to swipe it against the slit — it tastes fainty salty from cum, and a little bitter from what you assume is urine.

"That's it," he whispers, other hand coming to rest firmly on your head. You suckle the tip a little and he shudders, likely still at least a bit sensitive.

Finally he pulls you off, the tip glistening with your spit, laughing under his breath. "Really licked it clean."

There may be alcohol in your system but this is enough for you to frown, rising to your feet. "Get out so I can wash off."

He grins, tucks himself back in and casually exits the lavatory to wash his hands.

"…And we're both going to pretend this never happened after tonight," you call out after him.

"Whatever you say, baby."

[pervile]

CW - PISS. DEGRADATION. SEXISM + MISOGYNY.

sukuna likes to degrade you in more ways than just sex.

having him on top of you during sex simply isn't enough. the mean words and name calling don't do it anymore, you were unaware of the monster you'd created when you let him take it further. if you give an inch, sukuna is the kind of man to take a mile.

he forced you onto your knees what feels like hours ago, the cold floor etches into your skin and it hurts. interrupted you in the middle of your cleaning to make you throat his cocks. air is sparse in your lungs, your open mouth is forced around both of sukuna's cocks, your nose meanly plugged by his fingers. he doesn't want you to breathe, so you won't.

you cry and sputter and gag around him, begging for a breath, for a moment of mercy. how stupid you must be to think sukuna is able to grant mercy on anyone, especially the woman who gets on her knees to clean for him. the woman who submits to him in every form, has the ring around her finger to prove it, too. he barely respects you, let alone is nice to you.

when sukuna gives you a moment to pull away, you retract so quickly, throw your head back so hard it almost bashes against the side of the porcelain tub. the way you look up at sukuna is so pathetic. big, pleading eyes, bloodshot and so, so wet with tears. you are not asking to be embarrassed more, nor degraded, or anything of the sort. you know that inside your head, you just want it to end, have him leave you alone so you can go back to whatever time-consuming task you were doing beforehand.

sukuna does not see that, not like he cares, anyway. try as you might to crawl away from him, and he's dragging you by the roots, brusing you to the bone with the porcelain of the tub as he pushes you over the side. he thinks he is being nice, so you won't have to clean up this mess straight from the floor. sukuna could make this a lot worse if he wanted to.

you whine and try to pull his hand away from you, struggling against the unhuman strength the man above you exudes. four arms, two faces, two cocks—he is a huge, overbearing piece of man. sukuna makes that known every time he interacts with you. he is above you in every way, looking down into your watery, petrified eyes, and you just look so terrified of what's next. truly, a sight to behold—sukuna wishes he could have a portrait painted of your face in this moment, one that encapsulates every etch and wrinkle, because this is his favorite look to recieve.

it is hard to read sukuna like this. you sit there, unmoving from how sukuna laid you in the tub, like pathetic roadkill, freshly hit and not shriveled up. he pumps both of his cocks with one hand, keeping the blood rushing to the organs, and he points them at you, in a way. something he has done before when he cums all over your face, covering your features in thick, milky white.

but you know all too well he's not even near finished. with that shitty blowjob, how could you expect him to even come close to the cusp of an orgasm with that? sukuna wants to laugh when your face drops, realization coming over your features before he lets the streams of piss layer atop them.

you are too quick to cower away from it, disgusted as he releases all over you. it's coming from both cocks, you notice, making twice the mess of what would've been. one of sukuna's lower arms comes to your face, shoving two fingers into your mouth and hooking them down harshly, opening your mouth and bringing you closer.

his fingers on your tongue hurt, not allowing the muscle to move and push out whatever piss trickles down into your mouth. the warm liquid covers all of you, seeps into your hair and your clothes, darkening the fabric wherever it lands. there is so much even a good amount of excess spills into the drain, long forgotten along with your dignity, as if you had any more left this far into your marriage.

the minute it takes sukuna to empty his bladder feels closer to an hour. you go back to sputtering and gagging and gargling, a retched noise that sukuna hates from you. not because he feels bad, but more so because it is the equvalent of nails on a chalkboard to any normal human.

as soon as his fingers leave your mouth, you spit as much piss out of your mouth as you can, the disgusting taste already burned into your tastebuds. sukuna looks displeased, you can feel it, imagine the frown he carries like armor as he glares down at you.

you feel degraded to the lowest form like this, human filth, contorted that way by the hands of your husband. what a mean, mean man.

a/n: inspired by this ask, thank you

[minhoetaur]

somewhere out there, there's a monster who doesn't understand the bodily functions of human beings but still likes the way you squirm and whine at him that you need to do something called pee. he waits until your eyes are full of tears before laying on your back and pushes your legs apart. his face is mere inches from your center as you finally release the fluid with a strong stream and sound he wants to hear again. you don't notice his tongue sneaking out of his mouth to taste you until he's licking all over you while you're still pissing, and you squeal at the feeling of him lapping with loud gulps.

"i want more," he grumbles once you're finished. "make more. please."

[str4wbsstuff]

imagine jack pushing down on your stomach while he fucks you..maybe you whine about bein unable to hold it any longer. how you really don’t wanna wet the bed..or him. and he just hums and presses harder saying its okay. cock still thrusting in and out of you steadily.

you just look so cute, eyes watery lip trembling as you gaze up at him. knees drawing to your chest in a feeble attempt at helping your muscles to tense.

the pressure from his hand and his movements make your concentration break for a mere second and that’s all it takes for you to spill all over him.

“go on babydoll..let it all out. hurts to hold it, doesn’t it?”