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  1. Author's Note: tw for mentions of drugs and alcohol ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Shizuo couldn't remember what had happened the night before. He couldn't remember how he had gotten himself in some secret hideout with his wrists handcuffed to the headboard of the bed he'd woken up in. He couldn't remember a thing aside from how he'd drunk until everything blurred together and slowly faded into black nothingness. And now he regretted it, finding himself nauseous, hungover, and in need of a restroom. None of those things were particularly good, especially when he couldn't even get up. “Shizu-chan.” Of course. Of fucking course. Why wouldn't the informant be responsible for this? He hated the damn flea, and he would have crushed him right there, but with his hangover messing with his body, he would hardly even be able to find the strength to struggle. His whole body felt heavy and his muscles felt stiff. It hurt. “What the hell do you want?” Shizuo snapped back. Izaya was grinning as he sat down at the foot of the bed, one of his hands resting gently on Shizuo's leg. “I just want to play a game with you.” He unscrewed the cap of the water-bottle he had in his other hand. “Water is supposed to help with hangovers and for headaches. You probably have both.” It was true—he definitely did. But the last thing he wanted was to put any more fluids into his body. “I don't want any.” “Eh?” Izaya pressed the water-bottle to Shizuo's lips. He choked once, refusing to swallow. “But Shizu-chan, I'm only trying to help you.” He plugged Shizuo's nose with his free hand. “Drink it or you don't get to breathe.” He had no choice. He downed the bottle as quickly as he could and almost choked again on the breath he drew in immediately afterwards, which sloshed the contents of his bladder in a not so comfortable way. He glared at the informant who was smiling down at him, looking so perfectly innocent. He'd done that on purpose. After the intake of water, he realized just how full his bladder was. His hips shifted and he sucked in a sharp breath, trying to ignore the throbbing coming from his lower abdomen. He needed to get out of his restraints and he wished for once that he actually had his strength. But no—no matter if he pulled, he really couldn't make any progress. “Let me go, Izaya,” he growled, gritting his teeth. “Ah, so your strength really has failed you. Maybe it's the drugs I injected into you, or maybe that was overkill.” Oh, so he had drugs in his system, too? How much and what kind? He pulled as hard as he could at his restraints, wanting nothing more than to snap the damn flea's neck and wipe that smirk off his face. “I'm not kidding, I really— I need to...” “You need to what, Shizu-chan?” The question irritated the blond immensely—he fucking knew what. “I need to piss, dumb-ass. I think I might burst.” “Oh, will you, now?” Izaya chuckled and moved to sit on Shizuo's stomach, just above his too-full bladder, and all Shizuo could do was hope that he didn't decide to settle down a little lower. “You need to learn to control yourself. You'd be nothing more than a child having a little accident. Maybe we need to put you back in training diapers.” “Not if it's your fucking fault.” “Language, Shizu-chan. Children shouldn't be swearing.” Shizuo gave a hiss of frustration and kicked one of his legs, trying to do something, although it did nothing at all aside from shake his bladder a little. There wasn't anything he could do, and he absolutely loathed being in such a state of helplessness, being put completely at Izaya's mercy. But Izaya had no mercy, so he would be spared nothing no matter what he said or did. “And behave yourself.” Izaya scooted back a little, straddling Shizuo's sides as he decided to sit right on the blond's bladder. He couldn't help gasping and pushing his thighs together, gritting his teeth again as he took a sharp, shaky inhale. He wouldn't be able to hold on much longer at this rate. “You're not speaking anymore, Shizu-chan.” His feigned innocence resurfaced, and no one who didn't know better would never guess that it was the face of someone capable of doing the cruel things he was guilty of. But that was one of the things he was good at, looking innocent even as he did awful things. “Nothing to say.” “Could it be that you're more focused on keeping from wetting yourself? You're putting more concentration into than you are your verbal responses? Because I think that's what's going on.” He bounced once, adding way too much pressure all at once. Shizuo actually whined as a gush of urine dampened his pants, causing both a rush of embarrassment and a rush a fury, though he couldn't tell which of the two was more dominant. “These are the clothes my brother got me.” He was seething now, and he still sounded threatening even as his face was flushed with embarrassment. “Don't make me mess them up.” “Shizu-chaaaan, are you telling me what to do when I could kill you right here and now if I wanted to? Your audacity is stunning.” His innocent smile turned into a smirk and he bounced again, landing harder this time. “Aah— Fuck—” He crossed his legs, feeling more urine escape him. He pressed his thighs together hard, trying to keep from continuing to leak. He really needed to go now, and his whole body was beginning to tremble with the effort it took to keep from completely wetting himself. Still, he had to keep his clothes as clean as possible... Izaya pushed himself down lower, and he could suppress a laugh as he saw that the blond had already begun making a mess of himself. “Wouldn't it be easier just to let go?” “The clothes— I can't—” The informant laughed again. “You're going to lose it one way or another, Shizu-chan. Those precious clothes of yours are going to be drenched in your pee, and there's nothing you can do about it.” It was true. But as much as he wanted just to stop trying, he couldn't help it, and he would probably have another reason to hate himself if he so easily gave into what Izaya wanted. “Let me help.” Izaya pressed his hands against Shizuo's lower abdomen and pushed down hard. Shizuo moaned, unable to keep from losing the control he was trying so hard to hold onto. There was a soft hissing sound as his pants were soaked, wetting the mattress he was lying on as well. His face was flushed deeply and his breaths were unsteady. “Oh, Shizu-chan, are you about to cry?” God, he was, and he hated himself so much. “No.” “All your ugly emotions are just the as any human's, even if you're not allowed to actually be human.” He moved to sit up on the blond's rib-cage, leaning forward so that their faces were inches apart. “You're feeling humiliated enough to want to cry, and I can see the tears beginning to form and threatening to spill down those red cheeks of yours. Your face is burning up because you've completely embarrassed yourself. And you're also absolutely furious with me, but right now, that's a less prominent emotion, stamped out by how disgusted you are with yourself. Ugly, ugly emotions... I love them so much, and in this moment, I love you just as I do my humans.” His body tensed up again, and he did his best to blink back the tears and swallow the knot in his throat. “Shut up.” “You should be grateful, Shizu-chan. I can love you when you're like this.” “I don't fucking want your love.” “Pity...” He stood up and pulled a key from his pocket, unlocking the handcuffs. “Now let's get you cleaned up, shall we?”
  2. Author's Note: uhm? this has sex in it so maybe don't read this if you don't like smut with your omo ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Alistair and Ruby bet on a lot of things, so whenever one of them bet the other couldn't do something, the other wasn't surprised. Not even if the comment came out of the blue, not even if it didn't quite make a lot of sense. That's why maybe Alistair shouldn't have actually choked on his drink when Ruby had placed her most recent bet: “I bet you can't hold it if we had sex. I bet you'd end up wetting all over me.” But he had choked on his drink, and he'd also been completely speechless, not really knowing what he was supposed to say in response. He'd been fidgeting for the past hour and a half but was too comfortable to get up and use the restroom—and now his roommate was taking advantage of that. He really just wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but he always had to take her up on the things she bet. That was just how to two could get one another to do things, always without fail. “I bet I can,” he returned, though he really wasn't sure of it himself. He set down his juice and got to his feet. “I bet I wouldn't.” “Then shall we give that a test?” Her usually expressionless face held a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. She stood up herself and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. Their other roommate likely wouldn't be home for another hour—if not, longer—so they had plenty of time. Ruby locked the door behind them despite the two being home by themselves, and she pushed him up against the wall to kiss him. Her kisses were always heated and intense no matter what, and this wasn't an exception. Her hands wandered up his shirt to his chest, and she pinched his nipples, eliciting a groan from the boy. Arousal twitched in the pit of his stomach, along with an urgent need to relieve himself. He almost excused himself to do just that, but no, that would go against the little game they'd been playing for about a year now. So instead, he just took a deep breath in an attempt to keep his head clear, and he didn't do a thing to stop the girl. Her lips found their way down to his neck and she gave a rough suck. Alistair's shoulders went back and he sucked in a shaky breath. He needed to use the restroom, or else he was definitely going to end up wetting himself. Still, he let her continue, leaving hickeys on his neck. He squirmed beneath Ruby's touch, and his need to use the restroom was only getting more urgent. He probably was going to end up wetting all over her. Which would be a disaster, because then she would be disgusted with him and that wouldn't be good. But he couldn't back out now, could he? Even if he was ready to burst? She got down on her knees and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles. His underwear was stained with a patch of pre-cum, and Ruby let out a small giggle. She teased the head of his cock through the fabric, and he let out a shaky breath. His hips wriggled just a bit, and he really needed to go relieve himself—but he also needed to win the bet. Ruby pulled down his boxers and let them fall down with his pants. He took another shaky breath, trying his hardest to stand still, but his thighs were still beginning to quiver with more than just his arousal. The girl took note of this, and though she remained expressionless as always, there was a twinkle in her eyes that meant she felt satisfied with herself. Maybe she was even teasing him a bit as well. She took off her shirt and her bra, tossing both to the side as she looked up at him. He knew what she was doing, and if he couldn't hold it, he would end up peeing all over her face. How embarrassing! He could feel his cheeks heating up just at the thought of it. After giving his cock a few pumps, she put it between her breasts and began rubbing his dick up and down. He moaned softly, hips jerking slightly at the action. Pleasure coursed through him, tightened in the pit of his stomach along with the need to use the restroom. As she continued, he could feel his release getting closer and closer and he needed to cum just as badly as he needed to pee. “Ah—haah—! I'm...gonna come soon if you...ahn...k-keep going...” “Perfect,” Ruby murmured, and she would be grinning up at him if she kept her emotions displayed on her face. But she didn't, though that didn't suppress the sparkle in her eyes. She sped up her actions, causing him to let out a loud moan and squirm a bit. His hands balled into fists as he came, spurting cum onto her face and her glasses. He almost fell forward and collapsed, but he kept himself standing upright. Before he could do anything to stop it, though, urine came flooding out of him, spattering the girl's face. She closed her eyes and her mouth, and while her face remained blank, he was so certain she was disgusted and wouldn't want anything to do with him for a while. But no, there was a small smile twitching at the corners of her lips as he let out a small whimper and needed to use the wall to hold himself up. He looked down at her, face flushed, and she wiped the urine away from her eyes and mouth before she got to her feet and looked at him. “That must have felt good,” she murmured, giving him a quick peck on her cheek. He nodded, a bit breathless after what had happened, and gave a weak smile. “It did.” “Good. We should do this again sometime.”
  3. SmolPrince

    Kidnapped

    Author's Note: okay so there's?? not enough enough durarara omorashi so //shrug. i really liked this idea for some reason so,,, ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Izaya was not at all surprised to find himself kidnapped and taken to an abandoned warehouse, forced down on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. The rope bit into his wrists painfully, and he could feel the skin chafing just a bit more with each tiny movement he made. He didn't particularly mind it, if he was being honest—sometimes being kidnapped could be a fun experience. On rare occasions, he even dared to go as far as to describe it as exhilarating. On this particular occasion, however, he wasn't too pleased with the situation. He'd meant to use the restroom before, but he didn't quite manage to before he'd found himself being dragged into the back of a van. Oh well—that just meant he needed to get out sooner than usual, and he couldn't quite take his time. He wasn't quite expecting Masaomi to show up, however, but that's who entered the otherwise empty warehouse. He looked angry, and if it weren't for the gag in his mouth, Izaya would have teased him about directing rage toward himself. But now it was all for Izaya, it seemed, and he wasn't about to make any kind of negotiation. Masaomi untied the yellow scarf that acted as a gag, keeping Izaya from saying anything. He wrinkled his nose when he found it covered in saliva, but he tossed it to the side quickly. “Do you think we could hurry this up?” the informant questioned, voice light and a bit teasing as always. “I have business to attend to.” “Is that so?” Masaomi grit his teeth, grabbing a fistful of Izaya's hair and forcing him to look up. It hurt and his neck popped from the rough action, but he didn't react with anything other than a small chuckle. “What is it that's so important? And just what right do you have to ask me to do anything after everything you've already done to me?” “It's not entirely for my benefit, Kida-kun. I just thought that you'd prefer not having to clean up any kind of mess I might make.” Masaomi didn't seem to understand right away, but after a moment, he wrinkled his nose again, looking disgusted. “You better not piss yourself here.” He brought his foot up to give the informant a hard kick to the side. Izaya's bladder gave a dull throb as he fell, his head hitting the floor. All he could do was smile against the pain, unable to keep himself from wanting to upset Masaomi even further. “I told the driver to pull over to let me use the restroom first, but he didn't listen. Now whatever happens is what will happen, and if you have a problem with that, then I suggest you let me go.” “Don't. Make. A. Mess.” Masaomi brought his foot down on Izaya's chest, causing him to choke on his air for a moment. There was part of Izaya that was a bit tempted to just to spite him, but no—he wasn't willing to go quite that far. He'd prefer not to make a mess of himself, though judging by the fullness of his bladder, he likely wouldn't be able to avoid it. Masaomi gripped a handful of Izaya's hair and yanked him back up to his knees, and the informant couldn't do much else aside from grit his teeth against the pain. “Did you hear me?” “I'm not deaf, Kida-kun.” “...Shut the fuck up.” “You're the one who asked for an answer. I merely gave you what you wanted.” Masaomi glared and brought his foot down on Izaya's crotch. The informant gasped and gave a pained groan, for once not having a smart-ass comment to shoot back at the brunet. Instead, he took what he got, trying to push away both the pain and the need to use the restroom. Masaomi moved his foot up to Izaya's abdomen and pushed down, forcing another groan as his bladder tried to protest. He could feel the smallest bit of urine escape him and he would have spoken up if the brunet hadn't chosen to push harder. It hurt, but more than that, Izaya's bladder was threatening to burst from the applied pressure. He drew his legs closer together, pressing his thighs together in hopes that that would prevent any leaks. “Look at you.” Masaomi pulled Izaya's head up by his hair, balling his hand into a fist. He drew his foot back and instead focused on landing a quick blow—a punch to the face, causing an instant bloody nose. “You're a fucking mess now.” Izaya knew that. He didn't like to actually think about it, but there he was, in need of a restroom, his hair messed up, and now blood dripping from his nose over his lip and down his chin. He really was a mess, but he wouldn't ever acknowledge it. He was just fine. Masaomi put his foot right back where it had been, pressed firmly against Izaya's bladder. Izaya almost whined at the pressure, but he was above that, so he swallowed it back and instead gave a subtle squirm. His hips shifted just the tiniest bit and he couldn't help grinding down on the heel of his shoe. “Kida-kun.” His voice was a little strained, but he spoke as clearly as he could. “You told me not to wet myself, and here you are doing this. Is it that you actually want me to? Kiiiida-kun, could it be that you're a pervert, and that would turn you on?” The brunet grit his teeth and pushed his foot against the informant harder. He groaned and leaned forward, hissing through his teeth and squirming a little more. He needed to use the restroom, and he needed to go now. “Ah— Kida-kun, you really are a pervert. I bet you're going to get off on this.” “Shut the fuck up!” Masaomi drew his foot back and drove it back down hard. Izaya couldn't help moaning as he felt a spurt of urine escape, enough to soak through the crotch of his pants. The boy narrowed his eyes and took a knee, palming the informant a few times before giving an exaggerated gag. “Disgusting. You're actually starting to piss yourself.” Izaya grinned at him. “Getting handsy now, are we? Feel free to touch.” The boy was very obviously repulsed, eyebrows knitting further. “You're the one getting turned on by this. You were getting hard, weren't you? Damn pervert.” “I'm getting hard because I need to use the facilities, Kida-kun.” “Sucks to be you, then.” He pushed his foot down harder, hands balling into trembling fists. Izaya couldn't suppress a whimper, and he let out a heavy breath as warmth spilled to his thighs. God, maybe he was a little turned on by that. “I can't—” “I can see that.” There was no more reason left to try to keep himself under control. He gave a soft moan as he completely let go, soaking his pants and creating a puddle beneath himself. He gave a breathy sigh when he was finished, his face faintly flushed with just a hint of arousal. “You're still hard, huh?” Masaomi moved his foot down to Izaya's crotch, rubbing against his erection through his piss-soaked pants. The informant let out a shaky breath, rocking his hips upward to get more friction. It was at that moment that Masaomi pulled his foot away. “If you like it that much, to the work yourself.” There was no shame. In fact, the man named Izaya Orihara had no idea what that word even meant, because it was nonexistent in his vocabulary. He managed to get himself forward a few inches, and the brunet slid his foot forward a little. Izaya had no problem with straddling Masaomi's foot and grinding down on it, breaths getting heavier as he got closer to release. But Masaomi took a step back just as he was about to cum, and he smiled down at him with the most innocent look he could manage. He held two fingers up for a peace sign and stuck out his tongue. “I'll have someone untie you later. For now, sit tight, since there are places I need to be.” This would be a problem.
  4. “Hey, pull over at the next fast food restaurant!” a young woman called to her driver, fidgeting a bit. “Don't listen to Kaylee,” countered her close friend, who was sitting with her in the back of their van. He grinned at the girl, poking her in the stomach. “How about we have a contest instead?” “What are you talking about, Alan?” Alan moved to sit beside his best friend and pushed his palm against her abdomen. It was hard, difficult to press down on. She yelped and slapped at his hand, which caused him to pull his arm back. He had a grin plastered on his face and he was very obviously amused. “Alan!” she squealed. “I'm going to pee if you do that!” “That's why we shouldn't pull over!” He lifted up his hoodie and the shirt beneath it to show how his abdomen was slightly swollen. “I have to use the bathroom, too. Let's see who can hold it longer.” It was probably a terrible idea, but it was thrilling all the same. They would both hold it until they absolutely couldn't anymore, and then they would burst, spilling urine into the carpet of the back of the van... But Kaylee was a rich girl and could waste some money to get it cleaned, so there was no real damage done. As long as the anime and manga collection they kept in the vehicle wasn't damaged, it would actually be quite fun. “Actually, don't pull over!” she agreed, smiling over at the driver, who shook his head and sighed at the two in the back. He was always finished with their antics before they even started up, and this was clearly no exception. Alan ran his fingers through his bleached blond hair before reaching over to the ice chest they kept with them, pulling out two cans of soda. He handed one to Kaylee as he sat back down. The can fizzed as he opened it, and he made a motion for his friend to open hers as well. “It's more fun if you're drinking something.” “It's more fun? You've done this before?” He shrugged. “I didn't have anything better to do with my time, so sure.” That meant he knew for a fact this was fun, right? So then there was even less harm done in trying it. Their interests aligned with one another perfectly, and everything one was interested in, so was the other—so the theoretical probability of her enjoying a holding contest was one hundred percent, wasn't it? She squirmed a little as she took a drink of her soda, hips wiggling as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her. Alan must have been feeling the effect of it, too, as he ground his crotch just a bit against the heel of his shoe. Still, he took a big gulp of it, grinning as he moved the can away from his lips. His gaze was taunting, as if he already knew beforehand that he was going to win the contest and she was going to lose. But she had a chance at beating him, right? Maybe his desperation would be worse than hers in the end. “I bet I'm gonna definitely beat you at this,” he teased, setting his drink down and getting on his hands and knees to get in Kaylee's face. He raised one of his hands to poke her stomach before going up to tickle the crook of her neck. She yelped and kicked at him, nailing him in hip and forcing him to fall backwards. The desperation was suddenly worse, and she jammed a hand between her legs to keep from letting anything spurt out. After a moment of squirming and gritting her teeth, she finally got herself under control and kicked the boy again. “Not fair! You can't do things like that.” He grinned again, taking another drink of his soda and looking at Kaylee triumphantly. “Who said there was rules? I bet you almost just lost it!” he chirped in a singsong tone, happily flapping his left hand a few times. “I did! Not faaaaiiiir!” She was wailing now, flailing in Alan's general direction. She huffed, but she still took another sip. She was taking smaller drinks than her friend, which probably wasn't fair, but with the move he just pulled, she couldn't find it in her to feel any guilt. Besides, if he kept drinking like he was, he was going to end up bursting long before her. “You're going too slow.” It was almost like he read her mind, motioning to the soda can in her hand. “In three, we're both gonna chug the whole thing. ...One, two, three.” She couldn't really argue with him, since she had agreed to partake in this little contest that her friend had come up with. She tipped her head back and downed her beverage without taking in a single breath before the container was empty. It left a sickish feeling in her stomach, but more than that, she really needed to use the restroom. Her hand went to her crotch and she crossed her legs, thighs pressing together tightly. Alan seemed to be struggling now as well, sitting on his foot to grind down on the heel of his shoe. His thighs were trembling as he leaned forward, teeth clenched and both hands at his slightly bulging abdomen. They seemed to be at the exact same point, and who would tip over the edge first was completely unknown. It could be either or at this point—they were both having trouble and they were both ready to burst. Desperation hit the girl hard, and she felt a bit of warmth dampen her fingertips and her palms. She must have been leaking already! Her face went red with embarrassment, and Alan definitely took note. He gave her a teasing smile, though it looked forced, like he needed to put plenty of effort into it—which he probably did, considering the state he was in. “Does that mean you've lost?” he asked, an edge of false innocence to his voice. Kaylee refused to admit defeat, but another spurt of urine gushed out and spilled through her fingers, dampening the carpet that covered the back of the van. She definitely had lost, and there was no doubt there. She even let a moan slip as more piss spurted out of her and hit the floor. “You did lose!” He ground down harder on his shoe, letting out a soft whimper as she noticed a wet patch darken the front of his pants. A heavy breath passed his lips as he leaned down even further, a moan coming from his throat. “I'm the winner, it looks like. But I bet I can last even longer! I won't...ahh...won't break until you wet yourself all the way...!” He was struggling to speak properly, but then Kaylee had nothing to say, since she was trembling and too overwhelmed by the sensation to even manage to speak. She couldn't hold on anymore, and it all came spilling out. She squeaked as urine soaked her dress and her thighs, and soaked into the carpet. It felt so good to let go, and she slumped down against the side of the vehicle once her bladder was empty. Alan, who was still trying to maintain his control, finally relaxed. He moaned loudly as piss drenched his pants and his shoe, and he seemed perfectly content sitting in a puddle of his own urine afterwards. Kaylee couldn't help giving a breathless laugh when she heard the driver mutter something about those damn kids, but he was just going to have to get used to it—she got the feeling that she and Alan were going to have plenty more “contests” in the future.
  5. hi there! my name is tetra and i'm the local pretty boy anime prince. i use it/its or he/him pronouns. i'm kind of a complete mess but i'm doing my best. i love to write! i write all the time and i'm actually currently working on a novel. i'll likely make lots of written contributions to this site. i don't really have much of a personality so there's little to say! but i don't think that's necessarily a bad thing, right?
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