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From the album: Nagito's desperate artwork
As a thank you for all of your support. So Angelica and Monica have a special surprise for you guys. -
Zer0finix has been exposed as a pedophile. And she's now lost a lot of fans. This is her OC Elina, who is now the most hated character ever because of this. She's been rejected from attending a party by her former friends, who won't even let her use the bathroom. So she is forced to squat and pee behind a small bush in the rain, and she's been peeing for 6 minutes now.
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From the album: Nagito's desperate artwork
When Angelica wants to prank Monica who is so scared of ghosts at the most suitable XD -
From the album: Nagito's desperate artwork
Angelica had been holding her pee for nearly three hours and the line at the public restroom showed no signs of easing, So Angie had to find a place to spare for her relief. -
From the album: MagicianOfPee
Fanart of Wattery tan peeing herself -
From the album: Nagito's desperate artwork
When Angelica wants to do a jack o post, but...... -
From the album: Nagito's desperate artwork
Oh no! Angelica has been kidnapped by a mysterious woman XD -
From the album: Nagito's desperate artwork
When Angelica and Monica agree to challenge the game, the loser has to drink a bottle of water and the match goes on until to......-
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From the album: Nagito's desperate artwork
And then the holding race has finally come to an end, who has a stronger bladder? In this drawing I asked my friend to draw his ocs Lilliy maya character to join in this holding contest as Angelica is busy today.-
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From the album: Nagito's desperate artwork
Angelica and Monica with their usual night-
- bedwetting
- wetting
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From the album: A Wolf's Rabbit
Certainly playing a dangerous game holding back that kind of pressure when still adding fuel to the flame. That bladder must be ready to burst by the looks of it, his distended stomach sloshing around with even the slightest movement. A light stream of liquid was already pushing past the blockage, he was definitely ready to blow, all that was left was for her to move her paw. Best get out of the way, or face the flood.© All rights belong to me.
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Hi, This time I drew something different than usually. I drew my pervert persona, her name is Yuri, while she's wetting herself. She's not ashamed like Sunset, cause I made her personality to match mine, so she's enjoys wetting. Yuri is pervo weeb, who has omo fetish just like me. 😅 I hope it's good enought, that was my first time drawing someone horny.
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From the album: Nagito's desperate artwork
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From the album: Nagito's desperate artwork
Happy Valentine Did you get a chocolate from someone yet? Then come get the chocolate from her ......... But eh? ....... She has something strange! -
I am allowing commissions for free, and I am online mainly all day til 9 (weekends) and 3:25-9:00 (weekdays)
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((So I was thinking about posting more fics here. And I'm going to post my oc stuff, since this site is more open to ocs than tumblr or ao3 which are the main sites I use. People just go there to see fandom stuff, and even my fandom stuff isn't that noticed OTL. So, upon the encouragement of people, here is some of my writing. Please critique me. fair disclosure, this contains spanking and a bit of noncon. Only a little wetting. It originally had none, but you know, since this is an omo site, I figured I could add some in. Sorry if it's inconsistent in names, I changed one ocs name.)) Kigh was hanging out at the apartment as usual. Though it was a little misleading to call it the apartment, that made it sound like it was co-owned with him as a part owner. But it was just Mira's apartment, and it was rather nice as well. But it was still usual for him to hang out there, usually on her pristine bed while she stationed herself at the desk. Currently, he was throwing a rubber ball against the far wall and catching it as it bounced off the floor. After a minute, he just let ball fall as he turned on his side to face her. “Hey, Mira, let’s have sex,” She looked up at him with a slight frown, “No. I’m not interested in that. Plus I’m writing a paper. You should do your own work.” He groaned, “Work stresses me out and I’m horny.” “Failing stresses you out too, and I’m not. End of discussion.” “But-” “No buts. We’re done talking about this,” she looked back at her work and started typing away again. He let out another groan, “Fine, I’ll just rub one out,” with that, he unzipped his pants. “Don’t you dare,” she warned, not looking up from her laptop. “Too late,” he teased in a singsong voice, palming himself through his boxers, “Don’t pretend this doesn’t interest you,” With a soft sigh, she pushed the rolling chair away from the desk and turned to him. Not moving the chair, she grab his hand and pulled him to his feet. He stumbled, confused at her actions. But as soon as she tugged down his pants and boxers, he smirked, “Oh I see, you can’t re-” he was cut off by being pulled over her lap. “Mira?" his voice got softer. She brought her hand down, smacking his ass abruptly, “You’re being rude and disrespectful.” That was the only explanation she gave before bringing her hand down again. He yelped at the skin on skin contact and tried to get out of her grasp. “M-Mira” He managed to stammer out, squirming in her grasp. “Stop! Please stop,” A sob managed to escape his mouth. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor. It wasn’t that Mira abruptly stood up, causing him to tumble out of her lap and onto the floor. No, she helped him down. He drew his knees up and buried his face in them, all too aware of the tears quickly gathering in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” Mira's voice had gone soft again. He expected her to reach out and run her fingers through his dark wavy hair, but she didn’t. There was no hair playing, or back rub, or even a reassuring hand on his. She always did that when apologizing. But there was no touch other than his naked ass on the carpet. He took a shuddering breath in, unaware of how badly he was shaking. She wasn’t apologizing then. If she wasn’t comforting him, she wasn’t apologizing for spanking him. That meant she was probably apologizing for something else and no longer cared about him, oh god she was leaving him and she was making a lame apology before she kicked him out and never saw him again and he would have to be alone forever because he’s a piece of shit, why else would he get his ass handed to him by a girl who was about to break up with him? “Kigh honey, I need you to calm down.” Her concern tinged voice broke his thoughts causing him to look up slightly, still breathing hard with tears rolling down his cheeks as he shook. She gave a soft smile at him, though it didn’t reach her eyes. He knew it was just to get him to calm down, and that really didn’t help. “Kigh, let’s get you to bed. Come here,” She took his hand and helped him to his feet, pulling up his pants. “Do you want to take the bed while I sleep on the couch?” It took him a while to respond, “I’m not going home?” His voice was raspy, meaning he had been screaming. That’s what he hated about panic attacks, he had no idea what happened during them. But according to Mira, he shook and hyperventilated then just started screaming. That was probably when he started over thinking. Usually after the screaming, he would pass out from stress and lack of breathing. “No, you’re not going home. I don’t really trust you to make it home in this state. I know you’re freaked out, but is a couple rooms’ distance good enough for one night?” Oh god it was true, she was kicking him out in the morning. Her face flashed concern, and indicator that he was getting worked up again. “Okay. What do you want me to do?” “S-stay,” He managed to stutter out, quickly looking at the floor instead of her. There was a beat of silence before Mira hugged him. “All right, that’s not what I expected, but okay.” He nodded slightly before Mira pulled him onto the bed and kissed his cheek, “Sorry for overstepping boundaries.” He shrugged, “It’s fine, it just startled me.” The two fell asleep in eachothers. The next morning, the bed wasn't as comfortable. No, instead it was wet and cold. Luckily, Kigh was the first one to wake up, noticing the puddle's center was his own crutch. Had he been alone, he would have cleaned it up. But it didn't look like it was going to work out that way. With a bit of a whine, he sat up and shook Mira to wake her. When she came to, she blinked her grey eyes at him, trying to process her surroundings. Eventually, she addressed the tan boy sitting in a puddle, biting his lips. "Had an accident? It's probably just because of last night, don't worry, go take a shower, I'll clean up here then join you." She reached up to run her fingers through his almost curly hair. Relieved, he let himself smile, "Okay. Shower sex?" She rolled her eyes but smiled with a short laugh anyway. "Sure." With the promise of sex, Kigh scrambled out of bed and went to shower.
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"So we are sure that we got everything we need?" Jake raised his eyebrow a little...he had his doubts. Normally he wasn`t the kind of person to be picky – but he was also lazy and has zero interest in going to the shop again once they were home, just because they forgot something. Plus, the store will close anyway in twenty minutes...so we couldn`t just come back... Well, not legally anyway... "Thats why I made a list, smartass! Because you always forget half of the shit we need!" Also, stop saying "we" if you`re only talking about yourself... Sometimes he wondered how someone as unorganized and planless as Jake could even exist. That alone wouldn`t even be that bad – but his so-called boyfriend there also had the tendency to make it look like he was the one with the bad memory. Of course Juan didn`t even need to look at the small piece of paper in his pocket – memorizing a mere six things wasn`t exactly a challenge. "Okay, so lets check..." The olive-skinned boy quickly grabbed the bag from Jakes hand and glared inside. "Right, so there are the paper towels – check..." And hell, we`ll need them later... "Semi-frozen pizza, four boxes – check..." Right now, he felt like he could at least eat three of them by himself... "Water – check, Potato chips – check, Beer..." Juan paused for a moment, wondering on how they were even supposed on smuggeling that out of the store...but for now he resumed with their grocery list. "...check! And...strawberry-flavor lube..." A faint blush appeared on his cheeks – this was akward...but he loved that stuff. And of course it made the whole thing a lot more pleasant. He was just about to hand their groceries back to Jake, as they approached the checkout counter – when he noticed something else in there. "The hell is this?" "Looks like hair dye to me..." Jake replied in the most neutral tone he could come up with. "You know I dye my hair, so whats the problem?" Oh great – that again... "Well first – this isn`t on the list. See? That`s why you can`t even tell if we got everything, because you always throw in some extra junk. And second..." Juan rolled his eyes. "...twelve tubes? I repeat: twelve! You plan on opening a hair salon?" "Man, leave me alone! I only want to make sure I always got enough in case it starts to wash out..." As they passed by a mirror, Jake used the opportunity to brush his hand through his pitch-black hair, nervously checking for any signs of his...natural hair color. Thankfully it was all fine.. "Pffft. Whatever. Fine – keep your hair dye then. Don`t want to trigger the apocalypse if someone finds out your`re actually-" "Sssssh, not in public!" "You really got issues there. Alright, I just think it then.." ...blonde! "There we go!" "You`re a bitch!" "Look who`s talking..." Juan paused for a moment as also took a moment to check his appearance in the mirror. Only he wasn`t paranoid about his hair color. He liked his dark hazel curls the way they were. "...anyway, I wanted to ask that before.." He lowered his voice, not too eager in letting anyone else know about that...issue "How do you plan on getting the beer past the cashier? Please tell me you`re not using that fake drivers license..." Oh sweet mother of mercy, I beg you not to use that damn thing! Even a blind person could see it`s fake... "Hey, it says I`m nineteen on here! Whats your problem?" Jake tapped at the imprinted birthdate with a dead serious look on his face. "And it`s not fake as long no one notices my photo is just glued to the surface...or the overflowing glue...or that it expired in 1992..." Still a completely serious look... "You...just..." Oh no. He wasn`t going to choke his boyfriend. Not in public at least. "Stop trolling me! Whats your real plan?" "This is my real plan!" Shit, I don`t think I can keep this up much longer. But looking at Juans face made it all worth it. No situation was too dumb to be turned into a joke. He wanted to grab Jakes skinny ass. Smack him so hard it would look like ten hours of rough pounding. Unfortunately, he was too damn shy to do this...not while he was sober at least. You are fifteen bitch! And even that is sometimes hard to believe! Why can`t you be serious at least sometimes?! Nope. Too shy to openly yell that either. Damn it! "I give up...you are too much for me..." "Okay, okay...I will use plan P...happy?" "I really...really can´t believe I`m saying this but: thanks for just messing with me." Also, the sheer fact that he would ever be happy about his friend using that plan instead was...mind-boggling.