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pedge-page · 2 months

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Joel Miller x F!Reader - Piss Kink #4

if you're feeling bold, can be read with more Piss kink #1, #2, #3, or alone.

Summary: Joel entices you home with a uniquely fun hommade toy that he's been edging himself with.

Warnings: pisskink! , pill-filled condom, sending nudes ish, nipple play, sub!Joel returns!, male masturbation, mirror masturbation, assisted masturbation, overstimulation, degrading lanauge towards Joel, this one is all about Joel

18+ ONLY

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Work fucking sucks when you’re horny as shit.

While you rot away at a desk 5 days a week, from 9-5 with limited days off, you get a bit envious of Joel’s flexible schedule where he can pick his own contracts, his own projects, and work his own hours at his own fee.

Must be nice to be a solid brick wall of meat.

And he doesn’t make it any better. Having your phone buzz off at your desk literally every 5 seconds with pictures of his scruffy head waking up at 9:57am, his homemade sausage links and pancakes, his feet propped up on the coffee table while sipping away your coffee in your mug that you forgot because you were running late!

You: Fuck off, lazy ass

Joel: come home and I’ll fuck your ass all day :P

You: do you have any real plans today other than being a little shit?

There’s 15 minutes of silence from his end. Enough that you’re pretty far into a project you couldn’t get off the ground, until there’s a new chime vibrating from your phone.

Joel: video attachment

You bite your lips, hovering over the file icon. This could be just another “Joel enjoying his day off” …

or a “Joel enjoying his day off.”

Not risking it, you run to the bathroom and lock yourself in the stall.

The video plays, and you can make out Joel’s big fat blurry fingers blocking half the camera as he angles the phone on the sink vanity, facing himself in the mirror focus sense. He backs away, and unzips his jeans. His cock is only half hard, but that doesn’t deter him from pumping it lazily in his hand, digging in the drawer off camera looking for something.

It’s not until he’s ripping off a condom with his teeth that you’re very intrigued.

“Got a present for ya when you come home,” he smirks into the camera.

He rolls the plastic over his much harder cock now, pulling it tight all the way to the base, stretching it over his thick length.

Joel’s not one to use condoms, so this is—new.

He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling as he pumps his dick with short jerks. His thumb teases over the clear covered tip. there’s some sweet little noises you know you’re missing because the mic doesn’t pick it up, but by the way his brows furrow, his lips part with eyes closed, you know he’s feeling dirty and good.

He lets out a strong groan, and the condom starts inflating quickly as he relives his urine. “FUck—fuck , shit, it’s filling up fast.”

You hold in a gasp because fuck yeah he’s right. The condom expands rapidly as yellow liquid quickly pools in the empty nub at the top before over coming the underside.

“Mmm—ah—ah-ahh-yeahfuck baby—its’ warm. Warm like you,” he grunts, smiling. He tilts his head back and moans, thrusting his hips a bit more like he wants to fuck it.

He breathes shallowly when it’s over. The condom now tightly packed with warm golden piss around his aching length like a thick balloon, not much larger than a short zucchini but still impressively bulging.

He jerks over himself a little bit, watching the liquid bounce with such inertia it takes a moment to even out. It should be disgusting, really, watching him play with himself with his own piss like a pocket pussy, were it not for the tight clench of your thighs and throb between your legs.

“Reminds me of ya tummy when I filled ya full of it the other day.”

He starts to pull his jeans back up, careful to tuck the full package into his crock area before zipping it up cautiously. Two little hops and everything falls into place. He groans as he manages the button over his waist.

He pats his new bulge before winking into the camera and the video ends.

You don’t even realize you were biting your finger nails while sitting on the toilet seat in the stall. Your skirt bunches up over your legs as you spread them. Fuck, you can’t touch yourself at work!

Just as you’re about to write an extremely lengthly curse off to Joel, another image attachment comes in:

Joel lying on the couch with the camera facing down towards his feet, the evident bulge still packed tight in his head with his girth hand gripping at it through his jeans.

Joel: Warm n tight, just like your sweet little cunt :)

Another video comes in, and there’s barely any intuition in you left to ignore it as you’re hitting play so quickly.

He’s positioned the phone in front of him again at the couch, folding laundry causally with his legs spread wide. The bulge in his pants, however, is much bigger. Each uncomfortable shift only elicits a whimper from him, grinding into his palm to adjust the position but only turning him on more. He leans back and unbuttons the pants. The zipper practically falls away on its own to give room to the massive piss filled condom, shaped like a droopy sack, it’s been desperately trying to hold together.

He sighs in relief, jiggling the balloon. It’s now the length of a fat cucumber, sagging to the cushion from the weight.

“Shit. This is a fuckin’ strong ass condom, baby. Feels like I’m bout to burst everywhere.”

He continues to smack it, jerk it, play with it like a silicon boob and not like it’s his own urine filling a condom and drawing his poor dick, still hard as a rock and an angry shade of red infused with the yellow tint of the sloshing liquid. His leg bounces, both of you hypnotized at the way the latex ripple with each wave.

“Can’t wait for you to come home and see how big it’s gonna get in your hand.” He cups his balls underneath while fisting his warm and wet pocket pussy. It jiggles obscenely in his hand, his hips thrusting into it until his tummy tense and he stills. You can just barely see the little air bubble at the top get smaller as he relieves himself more. His eyes roll back, feeling the warmth surround his meat like living inside your cunt.

The video ends, and a second image is waiting for you:

Joel standing with his top belt button undone but the zipper struggling to stay up, holding his fat bulge that now has taken over to drooping down his thighs.

Joel: Fucking Christ baby, you see how fucking tight this is?

You don’t open the last video attachment, as you’re already packing your computer away and telling your manager you’re not feeling well, zipping to your car and speeding home.

Joel’s cock is in a constant state of pain and pleasure all day. For one, his piss is keeping everything so fucking warm, unlike anything he’s felt regularly wrapped around his cock, stuffed in his pants. But on the other hand, his dick has been trapped inside a warm wet fluid substance for over two hours non stop hard, and he’s ready to cum geysers.

He considers whether waiting all day for you to come home for his “present” is going to be worth it when he hears keys being entered into the front entrance.

He’s standing right there the moment you open the door. He can tell you rushed with the state of your wrinkled shirt half untucked, messy hair and even more evident—the ferocious look in your eyes.

You wrap your arms around him and hug him close. He lets out a tiny sigh, feeling your middle press against his crotch tightly. To your delight, it’s still there, all packed tight and warm, crammed so stiffly it could burst with any more pressure. Your hand roughly grabs at the squishy bulge in his jeans and Joel stutters a gasp, then a little moan with his eyes closed in bliss. You can just barely hear the quiet rush of liquid filling into the condom even more.

“Did you just piss some more?” You ask, your hand rubbings soothing circles over the bulge.

He nods, lips parted sinfully with dazed eyes now that you’re here and in charge.

“You’re a naughty boy, sending that shit at work. Making me come home early to take care of this,” you whisper sensually in your honey silk voice that has his veins shivering from excitement and trouble.

“Nnmgg—mmmm, I wanted you here. And you want its too,” he snickers.

You tug the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a harsh kiss. He groans into your month, pulling you closer and grinding himself into your secure body like a horny teen. His body melts in to your touch, more needy to have you here than you were to have him.

Your tongue holds his hostage while you busy your fingers and unbutton his jeans. The piss filled condom spills out of there like it was desperate to breathe.

Joel lets out a pathetic sigh of relief. You continue to palm him while he pants into your mouth, all the pent of pressure finally having room to escape, but still trapping his thick cock. It’s fucking heavy, the weight of his hot urine filling the bag over and over again, latex stretched so tight. “It’s.. s-so heavy—bout to burst,” he rasps, eyes shut into your shoulder as you hold it for him.

You smirk against his lips, continuing your torture in your hand while he shivers.

You reach below the moist cucumber sack and roll his balls in your hand, tugging gently to get him to follow you.

He obeys beautifully. Leaping after you as you massage him, trailing so close that he’s wafting your hair product, twitching in your palm.

“Sit,” you command, pointing to the floor in the bedroom, directly in front of your floor length mirror.

He sinks to the group, staring at his reflection. So pretty and small beneath you. You slide right behind him, hands slowly tracing along his inner thighs, making him involuntarily man spread.

You grasp the urine condom and start tugging, jerking it in your hand as you pinch his nipples under his shirt with your free hand.

“You look like a fucking pervert and a whore.”

He whimpers and melts into your touch. Tense in his cock and chest but relaxed everywhere else. Despite the mass of the man in front of you, practically blocking your view of his beautiful twitching body, you perch over his arm to watch.

His eyes keep drifting back, pleasure consuming him after edging all day. But he keeps snapping forward to look at how you’re tearing him apart.

“Only fucking disgusting boys do this type of shit, Joel. Is that what you are?”

He nods vigorously, hips cantering forward.

The sloshing of liquid grows louder as you pump over the slimy sack faster. His shirt rides up, his soft belly flexing with each painful breath he forces going in and out.

“Can you fill this up some more? While I’l jerking you off? Don’t cum yet. Want more of your foul liquid to fill this thing. It’s so fucking big, Joel. see how much we can pack into here before it explodes!” You laugh.

He grits his teeth, and you still your movement. With a few assisted tugs wrapped around your own hand, he’s moaning out pornographically, and you can see through the latex the extra stream of gold forced out of the tip of his dick and expanding the hot condom. It’s big enough now that you need Joel to help wrap his other hand around it. The two of you jacking him off together.

“Such a fucking good boy, Miller. My piss hungry boy.”

If you weren’t so fucking turned on by your whimpering mess of a boyfriend you’d be cringing so hard. But Joel just somehow always manages to bring that side out of you.

“Arrgghhhhh--aahhh—oh—ohh—ohf—oh fuck! Fuck it baby, yeah—YEAH—unfff I’m—I’m gonna—“ he’s blabbering incoherently, nodding and shaking his head, overstimulated and yet so close to getting what his whole body is begging for. The condom bounces along as the two of you fall out of rhythm, smashing against his pelvis and balls, his tip stretching across the clear seal before being drowned in a vacuum of piss.

You accidentally pinch the condom as you pull it close to him again. Coupled with being filled to its limit, the entire thing snaps in a giant explosion of the piss damn breaking, ursting all over Joel’s torso and thighs and the floor.

The impact of it all has his hips thrusting forward, his jaw dropping open in a surprised gasp when he cums into the free air—ropes of it shooting so far onto the mirror. You don’t stop, despite the wet mess all over him and tattered condom shred still clinging between your digits, jerking his wet cock to completion and tilting his hips up so that his creamy spend shoots on his pouty lower lip.

He licks away the salty tang of his orgasm, breathing down from his high. You both observe him in the mirror: clothes drenched from chest to knee, splatters of of his spend adorning him and the mirror like overly-excited icing on a tres-leches soaked cake.

He’s shaking from the aftershock. So overly whipped and leaning further back against you for support. You hold his cock, now finally able to breathe, as you kiss along his jaw and neck. “You’re so gross, I fucking love it,” you tease, nipping at his ear.

He smiles with you, sighing up to the ceiling with blissful sedation.

He stays pliant in your arms, head resting against your breasts. It’s quiet, minus the love sucks you’re dressing all over his face with your lipstick.

He opens his eyes. “How about a hug after such a loooooong day at work, baby?”

You stop kissing him and lean away, shaking your head.

“No? Are you sure? I think you need it,” he hums, a devious look in his eyes as he starts to turn on you.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” You warn. You immediately scramble to your feet and try to run out the door, but Joel’s caught up in no time, bear hugging you from behind.

“Awwwww, isn’t this soooo nice, baby?”

“Gross, gross, gross!” You laugh, wiggling unsuccessfully as you feel his urine seeping from his clothes to your beautiful white blouse and ironed skirt. You shiver at the warm, disgusting feeling of it all.

“Fucking nasty perverted piss boy.”

He giggles into your hair as you admin defeat, swaying with him in a tight embrace.

“With my fucking nasty perverted piss girl.”

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homo-rashi · 7 months

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My (unofficial) Omovember Prompt List!

hello everyone~

Next month is Omovember!!!! and I decided to make my own prompt list by combining prompts I have seen on tumblr + some classics + some prompts from past years lists. I will be using this as my prompt list but invite others to join me as well!

It took me 8 months to finish omovember last year...But hopefully this year ill be able to complete it within the 30 days! if you use this prompt list please lmk because I wanna read eveyones fics!

xoxo,

Grayson <3

#omovember 2023 #omovember promp list #omovember 2023 prompt list #fictomo #omorashi #omocute #male omorashi #piss fic #pisskink

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sixstringpansy · 1 year

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don’t let gerard see this

#mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #my chem #mcr return #pisskink gerard #callie.txt #highlights #1k

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pissedhispants · 10 months

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#pisskink #gaypiss #maleomo #peedhispants #wethimself #wetspot #wethispants #pissedhispants #pissedhimself #pissedjeans #gayomo #pisseddrunk

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robertseanleonardthinker · 7 months

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what's with the amount of piss scenes in house? what was going on in the writer's room? what was in the water? piss? were the writers drinking piss? might as well call this show piss md.

#the whole episode abt house being unable to pee hello #house and wilson regularly having full scenes where they're both peeing.#why #pisskink md #house md #hate crimes md #who on the writing staff had the piss kink

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cannymaroon · 2 months

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I want a cute tguy to tell me he wants to watch me piss myself but I'm too embarassed to Actually piss even though im desperate so he gets me to kneel for him and pisses on my crotch so it looks like I already wet myself so when I finally let go its just adding to the mess that was already there 😵‍💫

#lets be real i just want a guy to piss on my crotch.#this is just an elaborate scenario to facilitate cute guy pissing on my crotch #cannyposting #bladder desperation #full bladder #pants wetting #pisskink #p1ss k1nk #omo wetting #desperation wetting #piss desperation #omo

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ashenpumpkin · 9 months

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CW: pee play. petplay

Making your pet pee in the backyard (private) like the little puppy they are, maybe puppies with a leg raised to give everyone present a good view.

Making your pet hold their pee for a long period of time, because you can't take them on a walk yet and they can only go outside, and if they wet themselves punishing them like the bad little pets they are.

#k!nk #topposting #domposting #hornyposting #nsft #bi nsft #bisexual nsft #petpl@y #bd/sm owner #bd/sm post #bd/sm kink #peeplay #pee play #hardcore kink #pisskink #pissposting

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barleyo · 9 months

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shigaraki piss plsplspls

Caught.

Shigaraki X Fem! Reader (smut)

Warning: Don't like? Don't read! I know this topic/fetish is a little uncomfortable for some, but that's no excuse to shame others! Scroll on by if you do not wish to read this, and have a great day!

A/N: Ask and you shall receive, my dear anon. I’m truly sorry for the wait, and I know, it’s been an unacceptably long one, perhaps even a full year! I hope you don’t mind that I made it a female reader, or that it’s a little short. Thank you for the request.

Wordcount: 1.1K

Tags: Panty stealing, degradation, MESSY oral sex, humiliation, teasing, slight dub-con, piss play, water sports, smut, male masturbation, oral (m receiving), delayed/no orgasm, panty fucking, slight piss drinking, porn without plot.

As she was standing outside Shigaraki’s door, she could hear the lewd groans leaving his mouth. Cracking the door, she took in the sight of him burrowing his cock into a pair of her underwear. She could only see his lower half, pants at his knees, as he desperately pumped at his cock, forcing the lacey material up and down.

The sight of him defiling her unmentionables excited her, and she wanted to see more. She slowly cracked the door, just enough to reveal his face. His eyes were clouded and lust filled. Beads of sweat glided down his scarred face. She squeezed her thighs together, containing the heat festering between her legs. (Y/N)’s face got hotter the longer she watched him.

She noticed he was close to climaxing, his chest heaved and his pumps became sporadic and rough. She pushed the door a little further, desperate to see even more of him. The door squeaked as she pushed it, and he quickly threw a blanket over his crotch.

“What the fuck, dude,” he turned around, “(Y/N)? God, I thought you were one of the others, like, recording me or some shit. Come in,” he tossed his blanket off and threw (Y/N)‘s panties beside him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a creep—,” She quickly walked around his couch, looking away from him.

“Whatever, I don’t care.” He stuck his leg out and tripped her, landing her right between his legs, “You can take these back, by the way,” he grabbed her panties and held them out in front of her.

She pushed herself up to her knees and snatched them, still embarrassed. He rolled his eyes and started tracing the tip of his dick, collecting the precum around it. He rolled the wetness around his fingers, staring down at her with a bored expression. (Y/N) looked up at him, wordlessly asking if she could touch him.

“There you go.” Shigaraki shoved his wet fingers into her mouth, gliding them in and out. “You can work on these before you do.”

She ran her tongue over the pads of his two fingers, savoring the leftover precum stuck on them. She gripped onto his pant leg and nuzzled her head on his thigh, keeping herself in place while he pushed his digits deeper into her mouth. Spurts of dribble ran down his fingers onto his lap.

Shigaraki pushed his fingers farther down, feeling her throat constrict around his fingers. He brought them back, almost out of her mouth, before forcing them back down, gagging (Y/N) with them.

“Alright, enough.” He removed his fingers from her mouth, wiping the excess wetness off on her cheeks while her drool stained her chin.

He placed his thumb on her bottom lip, urging her to open her mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ messy. Always makin’ a mess for me to clean up.” he wiped the spit off her chin, and tilted her head up. “How ‘bout I make a mess for you this time?”

She nodded, eyes clouded with her pricked tears.

“Yeah, open up then.”

He tapped his tip on the flat of her tongue. A thin strip of pre covered her tongue, and he rubbed it in with the head of his cock.

(Y/N) wriggled her tongue around the length, starting at the base and traveling up the underside to the tip, where she wrapped her lips around it and sunk down, filling her mouth with as much of his dick that she could manage.

“You can take more of it than that,” he said, rolling his eyes.

Shigaraki placed a tight grip on the back of (Y/N)‘s head and guided it down. He pushed the swollen tip of his cock past her lips, slowly bobbing her head up and down. The salted taste of skin filled her mouth while she was wrapped around his length. Sinking down all the way, she squirmed in discomfort as his cock’s tip rested at the back of her throat, bumping into it with shallow thrusts.

“Ah, you’re fine, stop gagging like that.” He brought his hips up harshly, burrowing into the tightness of her throat even further. “And stop— mhm… stop moving.”

A grumble erupted from his chest. His face flushed warmly, and his eyebrows came together in a tight knit.

(Y/N)’s head became dizzy as she struggled to breathe through her nose with the pressure of his cock in her throat. She coughed over his length, feeling herself choke on him.

He pulled her off, giving her a second to catch her breath.

“Are you done with the dramatics?” he asked, panting while his chest heaved.

“Yeah, ‘m sorry,” (Y/N) said, voice hoarse and thin. “Ready.”

“Mm. Got a different idea now,” he said, face blank except for a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Hold still this time.”

She furrowed her brows, confused but willing to go along with him. She positioned her mouth over his cock again, feeling his hand grab the back of her head again.

Shigaraki barely pushed her head down this time, merely holding her in place while he stroked her hair.

“I did say it’s time I make a mess, yeah?”

“Hmph?” She tried to speak back, but she was muffled. Her eyes darted up to meet his.

“Swallow, (Y/N).”

Her eyes widened as a bitter, salty taste flooded her mouth. She gagged and sputtered, causing some of it to trail down her throat.

“There you go, all of it now.”

She felt her mouth get filled with the piss. She forced herself to swallow more of it, refusing to let it build up and stay in her mouth.

“Yeah, swall– swallow, yeah, so good,” he cooed, drinking in the panicked look on her face.

Shigaraki released the back of her head and let her pull off. She spit what was left out of her mouth, letting it dribble down his cock and pool into his lap.

“What the fuck?!” she coughed out, hacking and spitting the taste out of her mouth and back onto his crotch.

He grabbed her quickly and pulled her into his soaked lap, having her straddle him. She tried to keep an angry expression, but could not hold it while she saw how he looked at her. His eyes were half-lidded and his mouth curled into a small grin.

“Did you enjoy cleaning up my mess this time?”

(Y/N) sighed and stuck her tongue out at him. Shigaraki pulled her forward and placed his lips against hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth, exploring the taste he left in it. When he was satisfied, he pulled back and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face into her chest.

“Did you just kiss me?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so fucking gross, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, snickering. “I know.”

#barleyxnighteye #fanfiction #smutfic #smut #fanfic #bnha shigaraki #smutty smut smut #bnha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #x female reader #piss fic #pisskink #piss kink

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ameliora-j · 2 years

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Butter Churner😣 w piss kink😉-🎴

𐐪𐑂 Eddie Munson: he has more of a holding kink. it’s all about the humiliation for him. he likes to laugh when you cry and whine about how you gotta go real bad as he presses down on your tummy. laughs even harder when you inevitably make a mess of yourself and him. grabs your throat and grunts “now fucking clean it up, slut.”

𐐪𐑂 Ron Weasley: “open your mouth” he’ll grunt out, beginning to piss all down your chest. writes the filthiest obscenities on your body. “urinal” across your chest. “piss whore” along your abdomen. he’s a sick, sick man.

𐐪𐑂 Jasper Hale: bruh he just fucking looks!!!! he loves to feel how humiliated you’ll get. he’ll drag you into the living room of the home and force practically gallons of water down your throat. when you try to go and relieve yourself, he grabs you and cements you to your spot, growling a “let them watch.” forces a sense of calm over you untill you piss all over the floor, then shoves you down onto the floor and makes you lick up your mess.

𐐪𐑂 Bruce Banner: he has a mixture. he loves making you hold it and then forcing you to piss yourself, but he also loves pissing all over your chest and calling you his own personal urinal. or a filthy piss slut. he’ll go relieve himself and then call you to come clean up the small remnants from the head of his cock.

𐐪𐑂 Jonathan Byers: He’s a stalker now c’mon y’all… He has cameras set up in your bathroom to watch you pee. Forces practically a gallon of water down your throat and then sits you on his face and fucks your cunt with his tongue untill you can’t tell the difference between your orgasm and your piss. “filthy slut pissed all over my fucking face. now clean it up and maybe i won’t punish you even though you deserve it” he taunts. still punishes you tho 😖

#🎴 my angel 👼🏽#fanmail 💌#nsfw.nani #nani’s nasty 19 #pisskink!#eddie munson #jasper hale #bruce banner #jonathan byers #ron weasley

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sammeth · 1 year

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warning: piss kink, mommy, sub!eddie, etc I’m lazy today

inexperienced eddie accidentally calling you mommy. he’s embarrassed about it at first because his dick is in your mouth and you’re swallowing every little drop of piss that leaves it, unable to respond right away. he pulls off and gulps, looking down at the floor.

“I’m sorry.”

you pull him up onto the bed, shoving the comforter away so you have room to lower yourself down onto him again. you feel his warm liquids start dribbling inside of you and it makes you moan against his lips as you kiss him.

“say it again, slut.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #hellfire club #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddiemusonsmut #stranger things smut #eddie munson piss kink #pisskink

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pedge-page · 2 months

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omg imagine PK x Plushies i love you so much girl you are amazing

Plushies x Piss Kink Crossover - Joel Miller x F!Reader

Notes: The crossover that was bound to happen and its HEREREEEEEEEE. This is more Plushies!verse setting and they discover a lil piss kink.

Warnings: PissKink, Plushies humping, yes we are peeing on the plush, premature ejaculation, assisted male masturbation, crying, jealous!Joel, and a HINT (just a bit) of sub!Joel at the end

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“What’s this one? Benny the Buffalo?” Joel asks, staring down at the brown fuzzy stuffed animal in his hands.

“No, dummy, that’s Biscuit, the Bison,” you retort, not even looking at him as you continue reading.

The two of you are lying down on your new “shared” bed, and Joel has decided its time he get to know his roommates on first name basis.

“Course. And this?” He snatches the white rabbit next. “BunBun?”

“Carrot.”

“Appropriate. How about Ghosty over here?”

“Casper.”

“How original. Aaaannnddd....?” He shoves the next one in your face to get your attention: a fat baby chick with an enormous orange bill.

“Mr Quakers,” you answer matter-of-factly.

“I bet he’s loads of fun on that little nub of yours,” he snickers. He tosses the poor chick like a free-throw basketball across the room.

He grabs the next one, buried waaaay in the back of your bed under all the rest. “Alright, Let me guess… Hammy the Hamster.”

“No that��s—“ you take one look at the one currently in his palms: a medium sized hamster with bitty hands and a large head as big as his squat body. Quickly hiding your shocked expressions, you go back to your book and say very casually, “Um…that’s… Frank.”

“Frank?”

“Mhm.”

“Just Frank.”

“Yup.”

“Frank the Hamster. How does that make sense?”

“Well I didn’t name him.”

“And who did?"

You swallow, wondering why Joel’s got so many goddamn questions about the naming conventions of your stuffed animals. “Um … Frank did…”

“Stuck up fella, naming the thing after him. Who was this “Frank” then. Your uncle? Was he as perverted as me?”

“No. Frank’s… my ex.”

Your face feels hot, avoiding his gaze and trying to look anywhere but at him.

Joel stares at you with an unreadable expression, then back to the fisted squishy hamster plush. He contemplates for what feels like an eternity. There’s an uneasy silence hanging in the air, and your heart is beating out of your chest, wondering what he may be thinking about those word resonating in his ears.

He clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth into diamonds while looking at something so extremely soft and huggable. You hope maybe he’ll just dropkick it out the window at worst, but instead:

“Hands and knees on the floor. We’re fucking Frankie the Hamster tonight.”

There was no “we”. What he really meant was YOU are fucking Frank the Hamster tonight, and he is pinning you down and forcing you to grind on it harder.

“Joel—that—feels… uncomfortable.”

He’s not rubbing his cock along your ass, or nudging your clit or kissing you. Instead, he’s caged you between the thick mass of his sold body and the hamster on the floor, your legs spread out with his knees along the inside of your calves to keep them open.

He keeps rubbing along your pelvis, palm digging into the squishy part right below your belly, pressing hard against your bladder.

“Joel,” you warn again. Your legs quiver with the rapid build, too afraid to push him off entirely. He’s steaming, that’s for sure, but why torture you above the little helpless guy?

“S’matter? You don’t like rubbing your slutty pussy over your ex’s face?”

“It’s just a stuffed animal—ow!” You cry as Joel pinches your nipple through your shirt.

“You grind on Frankie’s face before?”

“N-no. Never,” you swear.

“Mmm. Not sure I believe you, sweet pea. Kept him all these years, didn’t ya?”

You shake your head, too afraid to face him. You really hadn’t been grinding on the hamster ever. In fact, you nearly forgetting of his existence until Joel fished him up while asking everyone’s name.

He forces your back to arch even more drastically, putting more pressure between your naked cunt and the soft squish bellow you. You furrow your brows, fear creeping between your spread legs, unable to clench against something to brush off the mounting pressure in you.

“Joel please—I really need to go...” you didn't want to finish the sentences. He wasn't pleasuring with his hands you in the right places so much as building pressure in the wrong one.

“Go where? I’m all you need. Right. Here.” His fingers dig possessively into your side while his other hand pushes into your lower belly.

You shake your head again. Heart racing now that you no longer care about your pleasure and are more concerned with the mess of forbidden bodily fluids you’re about to rain all over your poor Frankie—

It hits you with burning desire mixed with an irksome bile. You gasp out angrily.

This. Mother. Fucking. Asshole.

Joel smirks into your neck behind you, as if reading your mind figuring out his evil little plan.

“S’wrong, angel? Would you rather be doing this with any of MY plushies I’ve spoiled you with?”

“I—you—“ you grit your teeth, eyes closing as a wave of panic washes deep through your core. You’re desperate not to make a mess, a fool of yourself to tame his sadistic need to own every inch of control over you.

He hears the little staggered pants from your lips. “Do it,” he commands softly but with finality, laced with a sadistic “win” for him.

A tear slips down your cheek as you moan sadly, your stomach giving up and unclenching as the walls of your bladder breaks, and hot urine spills into the stuffed animal’s face currently wedged so tightly against your entrance.

“Shhhhhh,” he coos, finally grinding himself against your ass. He can hear the feint rushing liquid of your piss splatting into the cotton.

He presses you further into its plush softness, suffocating every inch of your crotch so that it absorbs all the nasty warm juice squeezing out of you like a lemon. Your legs quiver violently as you can’t help but release more and more, flowing out as if by his demand and feeling the poor plush get heavy with the rush filling its cotton innards up.

"Naughty girl, am I making you piss all over your ex's face? Little Frankie doesn't deserve that does he?" He taunts, fully well intending for this to exactly happen as he wanred.

There’s so much, and another tear slips passed you, but this one because it feels so—relieving. It’s gross and nasty, embarrassing and heartbreaking all at once, and it makes you hump against him and the dampened hamster even more.

Joel feel the quickened breaths coming out desperately from your nose as you grind down on the defiled thing all soaked up with your own piss. Your hips are frantic, smothering your cunt with the piss-logged plush desperately, as if you were trying to...

“Shit—are you…?”

You cry out in response, mouth agape with satisfied groans when you clit catches along the wet seams just right and you find yourself cumming on the sad wet thing drowned below you.

Joel clears his throat in surprise. His cock pulses on its own and floods the inside of his pants in white strings of his seed.

Did he think you would probably cry? Yes.

Did he want you to pee and destroy your ex’s little gift to you? Yes.

Did he expect you to fucking cum from it? Um.

Did he know HE would cum from it??? No. Definitely not.

His teeth grind against one another trying not to think about how perverted he is, pulling away from you so you can’t feel his sticky spent through his trousers and on to your back.

The squishy lump below you begins seeping the now cooled piss into the floor boards. You sigh deeply, not sure what to do now that your little punishment has turned into—something wilder.

You feel a gentle kiss along your cheek, his thumb caressing away your tears.

“That was hot,” He admits plainly.

You cover your face to hide your smile. It’s gross. It really is. Should be embarrassing. You don’t even want to think about the hamster on the floor, the memories you’ve just soddened with your own fucking piss.

He helps you off the floor. Your thighs still shake, the uncomfortable feeling hanging there in disgust now that you’re mentally sober again.

He guides you to the shower where you both wash up quietly.

“Um—listen I didn’t… I don’t know why you would keep your ex’s stuff but…I mean I’m reasonably… it doesn’t make me feel great, so ya can’t blame me, for getting jealous—“

You shut him up but tugging against his half hard cock.

“First of all,” you say, the sudden boldness in your voice blanking his mind into submission under your touch.

“That plush, was from my first boyfriend—in high school. We dated for 2 months,” you continued, your fingers gripping his base with a gentle squeeze, feeling him swell to full mass, “and then he realized he liked boys. That was it. We laughed about it and stayed good friends. He gave me the stuffed animal as a parting gift to college for helping him through it all.”

You stop rubbing his cock and Joel opens his eyes. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“So…Frank’s just… a friend…”

You kiss his collarbone. “Just a friend,” you repeat.

The water coats his back soothingly. An ache that had formed in his muscles, the strain of aggression tickling his brain from the minute he heard you had a stuffed animal named after your ex, still in your bed after years, had suddenly vanished.

“Why—why would you say hes your ex and not just your old friend? Why'd ya let me make you do that to it?” He asks, concerned now that he’s ruined something sentimental to you over his quickness to jealousy.

“Because—“ you nip along the swell of his chest, both hands working along his hardened cock. “You wanted it.” Your thumb swipes along his tip, the precum feeling sticky despite the shower water drenching you.

He moans, head falling into your shoulder as he thrusts his length into your palm.

As your wrist continues to jerk him off, your lips ghost the shell of his ear with a deadly, lascivious whisper:

“And I’m too crazy for you to say no.”

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