Tag: watersports

just another support for jesse filling hanzo up. hot hot piss filling hanzo up suddenly and making him feel warm all the way to his core. maybe jesse just flippantly says “gotta take a leak, sorry hun” and fills him up. small stomach bulging with his bfs piss. good

Hanzo simply is a high maintenance slut. He expects hours of getting dicked and while Jesse is dedicated to the job, he also can’t always time his bathroom breaks to it okey? Hanzo will have to deal with a few… inconveniences if he wants that fat cowboy D

ikkanoodles:

my part of a lil trade with @cyberrat they know whats up they knoW

me humble part of The Forbidden PeePee™ trade. I love Ikku’s pics so much ffffff

Jesse plants his hand on the back of Gabriel’s head to hold him down but before Gabriel can bare his teeth and growl in warning, the other Alpha hesitates, then quickly pulls it back again. He’s sweaty and hot behind him, cock nestled between Gabriel’s cheeks; and he sounds worked up enough as if he’d already fucked for hours instead of just nervously trying to find where he could and couldn’t put his hands.

He’s like a grabby little pup as he slowly, carefully feels Gabriel up, and Gabriel grunts and cushions his head on his arms; lets him go at it as long as he doesn’t try to be the ‘Head-Alpha’ again or whatever shit they called their boss in Deadlock.

His past seems so long gone; Jesse doesn’t even look the part anymore. He filled out something nice. Maybe a little too much even around the middle – his hairy belly softer than one would think with all the training he goes through, but Gabriel secretly really likes it. It is nice to feel him up when he wrestles him down and ruts against his ass – and now it is nice to feel press into the small of his back when McCree leans down and presses a strange, wet little suckling kiss against his shoulder blade.

It feels intimate enough to make Gabriel grunt and lift his head, glancing at Jesse over the swell of his shoulder. Jesse pulls back, mumbling something that probably is supposed to be an apology, but his face looks a little feverish above his scruffy beard, his eyes glassy.

He looks already really into all of this even though he’s not gotten his dick into Gabriel.

Gabriel feels strangely pleased at it.

“C’mon. Don’t got all day, kid. Got a few reports waiting for me.”

“Y…Yes, Sir,” he mumbles, huge hands first cupping Gabriel’s trim waist, then sliding farther down – mapping the swell of his hips to their widest point, blunt thumbs pressing into the tops of his ass; mapping out the grooves there, then sliding down and spreading his cheeks.

Gabriel hears McCree make a sound like a wounded animal, high and punched out and he knows he’s watching his own dick nestled between his commander’s asscheeks.

Gabriel smirks secretly and puts his head back down on his arms, waiting for Jesse to finally get on with it.

.o.

There’s no mistaking it when McCree finally ‘gets on with it’. There is no mistaking that.

Gabriel’s mouth falls open, tongue lolling out with another humping, fast thrust. McCree isn’t even properly pulling out – just fucks Gabriel on a couple inches of his dick, making his rim spread around the widest part just above his knot again and again until tears shoot into his eyes.

Gabriel bites his forearm, tamping down on the low grunts McCree fucks out of him – but he can’t help how he’s lifting his ass into it, braced on the balls of his feet, knees not even touching the ground anymore… and that Jesse has noticed that he can’t ignore. Those big hands have shifted, moved to the backs of his thighs, feeling up the rock hard muscle there as he keeps his hips up in the air. McCree whines like a pup. Every now and then it’s like he can’t help himself, body curling forward, his wet mouth wiping messy kisses against Gabriel’s skin, punctuating the suckling with pathetic mewls that go right through Gabriel’s belly and wrap around his dick.

He can’t believe how hot McCree has got him with his goddamn stupid puppy humping. He can’t believe McCree is even fucking like that still; looking like a goddamn brick house and still to the partner he’s mounting and barely letting Gabriel breathe while he got his meaty arms around his belly and chest, getting a frantic little grope of Gabriel’s pecs in as his hips piston. He feels surrounded by McCree. Like he can taste him on the air with his lolling tongue. Like he can taste his dick in the back of his throat because McCree got a juicy cock and he’s never even looked at it before.

“You… you likin’ it, boss?” He mumbles it right against Gabriel’s ear. He must be able to feel the heat radiating off of Gabriel’s blush. He doesn’t want to answer; maybe just growl and elbow him in the side, but instead he groans low and shifts his head in a way that could be interpreted as a nod – and Jesse sucks in air sharply, whispers “Shit yeah…” and suckles on the tip of Gabriel’s ear until he can manage to roll his shoulders and jostle him off because that’s… that’s… it’s just too much….

But of course Jesse would find ways to make him see his… erroneous ways.

.o.

Gabriel is not sure he even realized when Jesse came. He’s not sure Jesse even realized it. But there’s a goddamn mess dripping down to the floor and Jesse sounds like he’s about to keel over while he keeps rutting through it, frothing the loads he already deposited up and making the mess squelch loud and obscene enough for Gabriel to almost try and hide his face in his arms.

“No… no style,” he grits out between his teeth, but he can’t do anything about it; he just has to stay right where he is, getting fucked… bred… goddamn fucking bred by another Alpha, his body feeling hot and feverish like a wound, cock hanging between his thighs, belly feeling filled with McCree’s creamy loads even though he knows it’s not possible; not with the amount that has dripped to the floor, but he still feels like…

“Fuck… Gonna… B-Boss…” Jesse jackknifes again, his meaty arms hooked around Gabriel’s belly, holding him secure – not letting him go even when Gabriel’s foggy, fuck-dumb brain realizes what is going to happen. Not that he… not that he wants to go, but… fuck… fuck it is happening; McCree is rutting in deep, letting him feel all of him from the leaking tip that seems so intent of fucking right through Gabriel’s belly button, to the tender little swell of his knot; that swell that quickly stops being small and tender and expands, fattening up, spreading against Gabriel’s walls right behind his rim until his whole body locks against the sensation, muscles tense, mouth hanging open, saliva dripping from the tip of his tongue…

He’s never been… he’s never felt… this…

Dimly, he can hear Jesse’s whining; can even hear the wet smacking of his little loving kisses – because the kid wouldn’t dare bite his Commander, his superior Alpha even when being crosseyed from knotting – and feel the heat crashing in waves through his body; from the tips of his toes up to the back of his neck.

His body is a trembling, locked mess and all he can do is follow McCree along, his eyes rolling up when he hears the splattering of his own release, endorphins rushing through his body, thighs shaking, biceps going loose and pathetic, elbows sliding apart until his cheek is pressed to the floor, shoulders angled down – presenting almost better than any Omega…

And then the smell hits him. The acrid scent of urine that is like a shock to the system, the heavy come loose body atop him jerking as well – both of them realizing in tandem that Gabriel’s release had not quite been what his overworked brain was thinking – that rather than coming like a freight train he was pissing, the puddle widening rapidly, warming up the knees that have slid down to the ground somewhere in between McCree knotting and him letting loose…

“Damn,” McCree whines, his sturdy hips stuttering, jerking forward and trying to pull back; and just managing to jostle his knot and fuck another spurt of piss from his Commander.

“S-Stay still,” Gabriel croaks, hot faced, not even able to stop his submissive wetting because it feels too good; his body is working against him and there is no way he can stop himself; there is no way when he’s stuffed with McCree’s fat, girthy knot and all he wants to do is show the Alpha how he is submitting to him; how he accepts his dominance and the good, deep breeding that came with it, even though McCree fucked like a damned pup.

Or maybe because of it? Because he was so flattered by Jesse’s mindless, needy rutting?

“Stay, stay, stay,” Jesse suddenly mutters. He must have felt the useless fluttering of muscles beneath him and counters it immediately by wrapping around his Commander more insistently; suckling kisses against his spine. He sounds fucking drunk on knotting that tight, warm space and the sharp smell of his piss.

“Stay just like that. Please,” he whimpers – and Gabriel growls, pathetic and weak, but does as he is told, pressing his hot embarrassed cheeks into the crook of his arm.

“You owe me an orgasm, McCree,” he grunts, another dribble of piss coming from him when McCree immediately nods against the dip of his spine; so eager to please his commanding Alpha.

I’ve heard the word a lot, but what does omorashi mean?

yooo Urban Dictionary explains it p well: 

Japanese word meaning “to wet oneself”. A paraphilia involving urinating on oneself but also arousal brought on by having a full bladder, by causing someone to develop a full bladder, or by witnessing someone with a full bladder “relieve” themselves.

now is there a similar word for the exact same thing but with scat? because that’s hot too

offbrandkreuz:

@cyberratting said

*slinks in* omorashi Gabriel with him captured and bound to a chair?

It was just supposed to be a simulation of a kidnapping, but it got a ltitle out of hand

#are yall that deprived of urine or WHAT ( @offbrandkreuz)

listen. LISten.

….

sounds about right tbh

I LOVE THISSSSSS, how they bound his legs to the chair to make them spread x.x simulation kidnapping gone wrong yeaaahh. they knew exactly what they were doing ❤ hnnngh waited until all they had to do was tip him over and the lil scare of it would loosen his iron clad control.

I like to think he’s sporting a big wet boner from the relief of it ❤

Ok so I sent you some desperation anons, & im not sure how many of them actually sent before tumblr blocked them, so here’s the full set all together.  Hope you enjoy 🙂 

You wanted to talk about the desperation ideas in my last msg, so here. Sorry if its crap. 😛 My first thought is that maybe Jackson had been slightly late in getting to the lockers before the game and didnt have time to relieve himself of the coffee he had earlier in the day before Coach was rushing him out onto the field. He probably doesnt worry too much at first, planning to slip away during a break, but underestimated how much the movemnt required to play would effect his bladder. A couple different times Coach yells at him from the sidelines because he isnt focusing on the game. At some point he is distracted enough to not quite brace himself enough when he gets tackled by a player from the other team, and momentarily loses control of his bladder, his shorts quickly getting wet. He tries to stop the flow before any noticible damage is done, but the floodgates were opened, and all he can do is lay there for a few seconds as he continues to piss, not noticing Issac nearly trip over his own feet at the sudden smell of his piss. Perhaps he pretends to have gotten slightly hurt, so he can sit the rest of the game out in shame, not needing to look to know that his shorts couldnt have completely hid what he had done. Maybe he whispers something to the other wolfs on the team, telling them to play along with the injury, and not to say a word about what really happened. As some teammates help him over to the bench, he tries to listen to see how many people are talking in disgust about him, but is surprised when none are. Whats more surprising to him is that those that did notice, actually seem slightly aroused by it. He spends the rest of the game on the bench, and by the time the game is over, his shorts are almost completely dry. In thedays that follow, no one makes any comments about the incident, but that doesnt mean that a few people in town didnt think about it when they were jerking off.
For the second one, maybe the Sheriff was trying to escape paperwork when he suggested he and Deputy Parrish have speed trap duty. They probably got some coffee before parking themselves near the highway, taking turns at checking people’s speed throughout the day. They dont usually get too many people speeding, but its still good to be there to remind people to be careful. Perhaps they had brought small lunches with them, for no reason other than so they dont have to go back and do paperwork after eating, so they wouldnt have any reason to call for someone to take over for them. Not too long after eating their lunch, they both are starting to get somewhat desperate, and they both do their best to hide it from the other. They both spend a while considering their options, neither really wanting to leave, and both knowing that it probably wouldnt go well if someone saw them pissing beside the car. It doesnt take them long to start to desperately want to use the empty coffee cups to relieve themselves, but they dont want to do it in front of their partner. Eventually Parrish is the first to quietly ask if it would be ok for him to piss in his cup, John tells him to go ahead, stating that he will give him as much privacy as he can, so long as he returns the favor afterwards when he uses his own cup. John has to grip himself through his pants in order to keep himself from pissing when he hears Jordans stream begin to fill the cup. After a moment, Jordan is finished, and tucks himself back in, being careful not to spill the very full cup of urine, before opening his window and pouring it out. He then tells John that he can go ahead and piss, and looks away as he fumbles to open his cup and unzip at the same time. Soon the sound of pissing fills the patrol car again, seeming to last forever, before it abrubtly stops, and the Sherrif asks for the other cup so he can finish. Without looking, Jordan reaches out with one hand to take the full cup, and holds out the empty one with his other. As the stream starts up again, Jordan thinks about how he never really expected to be holding a cup full of his bosses urine, but now that he is, he almost cant help thinking of it in a somewhat sexual manner. He pushes away those thoughts quickly as John finally finishes pissing, and they empty both cups out the windows. The rest of their shift is probably pretty uneventful, and in the next few days if a copy or two of the dashcam audio get made, no one has to know.
For the third one, I feel like the pack finally convinced Derek to try dating again, and had set him up on a blind date, perhaps making the reservations at the restaurant that Issac works at, just to help him stay comfortable, and if Issac plans to give Derek spiked alcohol, thats just a bonus. Maybe Derek gets there slightly early, ordering a glass or two of wine while he waits. He obviously knows that Issac is spiking it, but it calms his nerves some, so he gladly accepts the occasional refills. After a while, with no sign of his date, the wine is starting to get to him, but he doesnt want to leave the table yet just in case his date shows up. He probably waves Issac over occasionally to refill his glass, not noticing the way each time he comes over, he smells slightly more aroused from Derek’s desperation. Perhaps after a while, it becomes obvious that the date probably wont be showing up, and he orders some food, barely waiting for Issac to return to the kitchen before rushing to the Restroom to get some much needed relief. And if Issac goes a little weak in the knees when he hears Derek’s groan of release, can anyone blame him?

it’s good that you submitted all of them again because a few did not make it into my inbox, actually!

oh goodie, I hadn’t expected someone to indulge me so much ❤ this is so gooooood. I especially love the first one with Jackson. I haven’t even thought about him wetting himself and that’s just too good omg. 

I want the pack to just mercilessly tease and humiliate him when they’re all alone with no outside world there. that little posh boy really needs it ❤

but also all the others. Sheriff pissing like a race horse ❤ Jordan totes turned on by it ❤ ❤ and of course Derek would be such a goober omg. I bet he even had his hands in his crotch like a little boy when he finally had the nerves to run to the bathroom.

ramifleiss
replied to your post “so I’ve been thinking a bit about watersports and bladder desperation……”

Chris wanting to pee and Josh locking the room just to watch him peeing himself… just sayin…

Josh didn’t take the chance to get ahead of Chris while he fumbled to the side to get something to drink only because he was so focused on how Chris drained the glass in sloppy sips, spilling a little down his chin in his haste to put it back down and shoot the red shell he’d been holding for half a lap and with Daisy’s name on it.

After the race, Josh carefully-casually reached to the side and filled Chris’ glass back up again. His own mouth felt dry with excitement.

.o.

“Dude, wait a sec, I gotta take a leak- Josh!” Chris quickly fell back down on his butt and took the controller back because Josh already queued up the next race, heart thumping.

.o.

He could get away with it exactly three more times before Chris didn’t care about his score anymore and really wanted to get out – only that he couldn’t.

“Why’s it locked? Where’s the key, dude?”

Josh could feel the tips of his ears burning even as he affected cool negligence. He leaned back and shrugged his shoulders, watching how Chris shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to the other. It was giving him excited tingles in his belly and he hoped Chris didn’t see how he loved seeing his friend’s unease.

“No idea. You know my sisters think it’s funny to lock the door on us. Just wait until they get cold feet.”

Chris flushed a little. He looked nervous and unhappy but he nodded and stiffly sat back down. Josh could feel his balls throb as he watched how very carefully Chris sat down.

It only took another fifteen minutes until Chris stood back up again and tried the door once more, frustration in every line of his body.

“Fuck, dude, I gotta piss like a horse,” he whined, hands flexing into fists.

“Sorry, man. That sucks.”

Josh could feel his mouth dropping open a little as he saw Chris honest-to-god reach into his crotch and pressing his hands against his dick like that would make the desperation ease off.

“Come and play. To get your mind off it, okay?” He patted the ground next to him. There was no carpet where they were sitting and Josh wondered whether Chris had even noticed him dragging it and the low table to the side to make more room for them – for what he had planned.

Chris nodded, a fine sheen of perspiration on his upper lip, and sat back down.

He managed another half-hour, knees bouncing increasingly fast, and a little, desperate song whispered under his breath, until he suddenly threw the controller down halfway through the lap they were doing and jumped up.

The door was still locked and Josh watched with wide eyes and mouth hanging open as Chris started banging on it with one hand, while the other one was jammed between his thighs. He looked almost endearingly innocent like that and Josh’s own hand started creeping into his lap, slithering beneath the elastic band of his pants.

“Josh. Josh, I can’t hold it anymore, dude. Fuck.”

“I’m sorry,” Josh said slowly, watching as Chris wiggled from one foot to the other. He was hunched over a little, hands against his abdomen and face red with the strain to hold on. “I don’t have anything for you to…y’know….”

And then, as if he had just thought of it, he quickly got up. “I could give you clothes of mine, you know. You could just… uh… let nature take it’s course and I’d give you some?”

Chris’ face scrunched up in disbelief, the denial obviously on his lips – only that Josh ‘stumbled’ and fell into him, and the sudden shift of attention from holding his bladder to sticking his arms out and catching his best friend, made him loose it after all.

Josh could see the exact moment Chris realized what was happening – the way his face just fell and his eyes went big, mouth dropping open in an ‘o’ of surprise, then closing as he dug his teeth into his lower lip in something that looked surprisingly chagrined and relieved at the same time.

For his part, Josh could only stare as Chris pissed himself; how he even shuffled his feet apart a little bit in order to strengthen his stance as he let go of all the lemonade Josh had been filling him up with. He felt like Chris was even bending a little in his knees for it; almost squatting like a girl as it streamed out of him and formed a quickly growing puddle between his feet.

“Oh god,” Chris groaned half way through, and Josh couldn’t believe how hot all of this was. Couldn’t help but reach for his cock and give it an almost vicious squeeze. “This is so… I’m so fucking sorry, dude,” Chris said – sobbed, and Josh felt a little bad for it, only that he loved seeing this. Seeing how distressed and humiliated Chris was.

He would come clean with his whole plan. Later. Chris would understand it. Maybe even like it? But for the time being…

“No problem, Cochise…” he whispered, fingers jerking his cock, and coming as he saw how Chris noticed and understanding filled his face.