Omorashi - Blog Posts
"Have you had any water this morning?"
I ask the question softly, but my eyes lock onto his. I don’t look away. I watch him.
There it is—the flicker of guilt, the way his gaze flinches just slightly before that little crease forms between his brows.
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.
"Say it," I murmur.
"I… forgot," he admits, voice low. Shameful.
I take a step closer. "No. You ignored it. There’s a difference."
He opens his mouth—probably to argue—but I raise a brow. One slow lift, paired with unbroken eye contact, and he shuts it again.
"Water." I say, the word sharp as a command.
He grumbles something under his breath as he turns toward the sink, but he goes. I don’t even have to repeat myself.
He fills a glass and starts to drink.
"That’s one," I say smoothly. "Pour another. That attitude earned you extra."
He pauses mid-sip. "But Mummy I don't like water and I have lots of meetings this afternoon and I’ll have to pee..."
I walk up behind him, close enough that he can feel me behind him. My voice brushes his ear.
"And whose fault is that?" I ask, soft but firm. "Do you think being careless with your body doesn’t come with consequences? Remember how important your kidneys are."
He swallows. I don’t even have to see his face to know he’s blushing.
He starts pouring the second glass and turns around to look at me making my way over to the rug.
I point to the floor and he knows it's his cue to come and lay for changies.
"Can I just use the big boy toilet today?"
I remain silent as I kneel down and pull over his changing bag, open it and start to pull out what I need.
"This is non-negotiable, and I don’t want to hear another word about—"
I stop mid-sentence as I turn and see him.
He’s standing there, arms crossed, a little spark of defiance in his eyes—testing me.
I let the silence stretch.
I lock eyes with him.
"Come. Here. Now."
He doesn’t move. Stubborn boy...
"I'm not asking again."
His arms drop. His shoulders dip.
"Please, no diapees today...these meetings are important..."
His voice wavers—but it’s enough. I know what’s coming.
"But Mummmmy I don't wanna..."
Here he is.
My little whiney boy.
I say nothing. Just lift one eyebrow and point to the floor in front of me. One sharp, deliberate gesture.
His eyes widen, just for a second. A soft sigh leaves him, full of resistance he doesn’t have the strength to act on.
He drags his feet, slow and sulky, but I don’t move. I watch him.
Each reluctant step is a little surrender. A quiet admission.
When he finally reaches me and sinks to the floor, I let the silence hang.
"Look sweetie..."
I pull his dummy out of the bag and push it between his lips,
"...stop being such a fussy boy. You have said yourself that this afternoon is going to be busy, if you don't have to leave your computer to do pee pees it will be easier. Have we already forgotten our little accident the other day? 'Little Mr Leaky Pants"
I gently *boop* his nose with my index finger then yank down his trousers and 'big boy' pants.
"Bum up for Mummy"
He does as he is told and presses his hips into the air as I slide a fresh nappy under his butt and he starts to lower them...
"Nah uh, Keep them up now for Mummy."
His tear filled eyes watch as I reach into the bag and pull out a second diapee and position it on top of the first.
Some inaudible muffled words attempt to navigate his dummy but it's pointless, I can't understand him. Silly baby...
"Shhhh. No talkies. Two nappies for my fussy boy" I say as I open his legs and push his knees up to his chin... "Hold them up for Mummy"
Taking my time, I gently swirl cream around his cute little hole with my finger, smooth some talc in my favourite creases and carefully tape up both nappies.
One on top of the other.
I direct him as he reluctantly places a foot, one-by-one into the legs of his trousers and shuffle them up to his hips. It's a tight squeeze over all that padding.
"There. Now you're ready for your big boy meetings."
I reach out with both hands and I pull him to a seated position so his face meets mine.
He doesn’t resist. Just lets me guide him, pouting the whole way.
That little frowny forehead of his—creased in the middle like he’s trying to stay mad, trying to hold onto some tiny shred of pride.
I let my thumb brush over the wrinkle.
"Such a face," I murmur, as I lift his chin up with my hand, more amused than anything.
"You pout like you’re not the one who put yourself here..."
Oh sweetpea, you're grinding so hard on Mummy's leg, are you excited about something?
Do you want to play grown-up humpies?
*Giggles*
What was that sweetie? I can't hear you...use your words...
You want to do it like you see them do in the films?!
Oh Pudding, both you and I know you're just a baby so you won't be able to manage it properly, but that's ok with Mummy...we can play...
Let me untape that big soggy nappy, it must be so heavy and BULKY inbetween your legs!
Oh my goodness! It's so warm — and FULL!
Has the big wet diapee got you all excited? Does it feel good rubbing against your little special bits???
So cute...who's Mummy's soggy botty boy??? Is it you?!
I think it might be....
Now, come closer to Mummy...
I want you between my thighs...
I need you to feel how wet you've made Mummy's pussy—
—not in a pissy way like your diapee...
That's it baby, just hold still.
There's no pressure, you'll probably get too overwhelmed...
Let Mummy's hips do all the rocking...
Keep still. Hold on tight to Mummy's hips...
All you have to do is lay there and look pretty while Mummy rubs against you...
Feels nice huh? — Mummy using you to get off like this...
...but don't forget- we are pretending to do grown up humpies- just playing...it can be our little secret...
"So an Oxbow lake is when a bend in the river becomes cut off from the rest of the river and forms a natural lake..."
We'd been walking around the lake, talking, holding hands for an hour and I'd made the mistake of saying how I thought some parts of geography were cool...
Cue Little Mr Info-Dumper...he'd not stopped talking for 25 mins- it's a good job he's cute.
I couldn't take anymore, I needed to relieve myself so badly.
I yanked him off the footpath into the trees.
"Where are we going?"
"I need to pee. RIGHT NOW - and I need your help, we haven't all got the luxury of a padded botty you know..."
I'd been procrastinating for ages but I was on the brink of pissing my knickers.
I pointed at the grass Infront of a tree- "Sit there like a good boy and hold my bag..."
He did as he was told, sitting down and taking my bag with both hands, fumbling with the strap, his eyes wide...
Standing Infront of him I hitched my sundress up around my waist, pinning it with my elbows.
I know he loves Mummy's knickers, his curious eyes dart immediately to my crotch.
Oh baby, sometimes I forget how much you like to watch- such a curious little bean. "Wanna watch me pee pee ba—"
"UHUH-yes please Mummy" he said nodding so much I thought his pretty little head might fall off.
I giggled.
"Wow, take a second to think about it why don't you!"
He squirmed and turned crimson.
"Okay—" I pulled my knickers down to my knees and squatted to the ground, thighs spread wide to ensure the best view for my sweet boy.
"Make sure you concentrate good for Mummy ok?"
My eyes closed and an involuntary moan left my body as I relaxed, accompanied by the hiss of my pee. A wave of pleasure pulsed through my clit as the relief of emptying my bladder came over me, fuck it felt good after holding it for so long.
I focused back in on his face, eyes intensely watching everything, I knew exactly how horny he was getting...
Come on baby, don't be shy...
...if you're a very good boy I'll let you feel how warm Mummy's Diapee is...
I spread the blanket across the grass and begin unpacking the picnic I thoughtfully prepared— the sun is shining, it's a beautiful day.
"Sit down baby, it's time for some lunch"
He sits down with his legs crossed and looks up at me patiently.
"Mummy, after we eat can we do the kisses???"
"Of course we can!" I giggle, "Make sure you drink plenty, we don't want you dehydrating do we? Cause that would be bad!"
He shakes his head furiously.
After the long walk, he drains the juice in one go and makes quick work of his lunch. We lay kissing and touching on the blanket in the sun, the world slowing around us- until I notice him starting to wriggle.
"Are you ok poppet? You're getting figety."
"Uhmm..—" he squirms, "I-I need to, um…—" his voice is so soft and quiet, there's a little frown forming on his forehead.
"I need a wee wee Mummy..."
I adore him when he's so desperate.
It was a mistake letting him wear his big-boy pants today.
"Awwwww, see this is why you need diapees- then we don't have to worry about things like this. Do we?"
There's a long pause...
"No Mummy."
"Now be a good boy and get onto your knees."
"But Mummmmmy, people will seeee"
"Oh sweet boy, no one will pay attention to a baby doing a pee pee in public..."
I pull gently- but firmly on the buckle of his belt, lifting his hips up so he's on his knees and start slowly unbuttoning his jeans.
His cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he does as he's told as I position myself behind him - my body pressed up against his.
Wrapping my arms around his hips and I feel his hands move to assist mine—"No touching! That's Mummy's job" — Feeling the inevitability of the situation, his hands drift to his sides, and he let's out a little relenting sigh...
I reach into his pants and pull him out, aiming at the grass and whisper into his ear;
"Okay baby...now just relax. Do a big wee wee for Mummy...Then we can get back to the kisses."
I can tell he's stressed—he's been quiet this morning. I can feel the tension in his body… it's a big day.
"Lie down for me."
"No, I don't have time."
"LIE DOWN."
Mummy's having to use her firm voice today.
"I don't want to wear a nappy today! I'm t—"
The last bit of that sentence leaves his body silently as I gently—but firmly—shove him backwards onto the bed. He lands with a soft thud, and his towel falls open.
"Mummy, please!!—" I can hear the panic in his voice. "I can't wear a nappy today, it's an important day with the presenta—"
"NO TALKIES."
I push his dummy in and hold it in place. He reluctantly starts to suckle… he's going to resist me today.
I wrap his towel around my hands and take extra care to dry all the contact points between his legs and bottom.
Using my forearm as a horizontal lever, I force his knees up to his chin and slide a big, fresh nappy under his bum. He's a strong boy and pushes against me, but he's not as strong as Mummy.
He hasn't got a chance.
"Keep that wriggly botty still!"
I press his hips down onto the soft padding.
"There really is no point in fighting this, poppet. It's happening, whether you like it or not."
Using my knees I pin his thighs to the bed.
I squeeze the nappy ointment onto my forefingers and warm it in my hands before slowly massaging it into his delicate parts, paying special attention to his beautiful little butt crease and hole.
I watch him melt before my eyes, the resisting eases.
There he is.
Mummy's magic hands...
I pull up the front of the diaper and bring the tabs round to stick in place.
I hook my finger into the leg cuff and trace around his thigh; first the left, then the right- making sure all the ruffles on the edge are untucked. We don't want any leaks now do we?
I hear a huge sigh of submission leave his cute little nose.
"Now. You're all ready for your big important presentation..."
"I've got a special treat for you today sweetpea..."
I say as I reach into the draw and pull out a pretty pink diapee.
He looks up at me with those big pretty eyes and I see his cheeks flush, he's sat on the edge of the bed where I left him...
I changed him into a nice clean diapee and dressed him in my favourite outfit.
He looks adorable 💙
"Mummy is going to spend the whole day with a padded bum like you."
I see him shift his weight in his seat with anticipation, it makes the yummyest soft crinkly sound.
"...Now. Mummy doesn't *need* to wear a diapee like you, Little Mr Stinky bum - you have no choice. Some people can't be trusted in big boy pants can they!?"
I see the tears begin to pool in his eyes.
"But Mummy I AM a BIG boy."
He protests.
"Shhhhhh...no talkies"
I push his favourite dummy in between his lips, he begins to suckle...and I hear a soft little sigh leave his nose.
I lift up my dress, and pull down my knickers, dropping them to the floor at his feet.
I see his eyes dart directly to what's between my legs...my boy loves Mummy's pussy...
I always catch him having a sneaky peak 🙈
I unfold the diapee, lay it on the bed next to him and sit onto the soft white padding.
I wiggle around to make sure it's positioned perfectly. The gentle crinkles of the material combined with the soft padding pressed against my clit does wild things to me...
I let out a soft moan.
I pull up the back section around my hips to meet the front, his curious eyes follow my every move...
I stand up to face him, his perfect little face in-line with my now padded pussy.
Looking down at him I cup his chin with my hand and lift his head so his eyes meet mine.
"Now. Be a good boy and help Mummy secure her tabs...
...If you help me get it comfy I might let you hold your hand against it later when I need to go pee pee- you can feel how nice and warm it gets as I fill it...."
"It's time to check that diapee-butt sweetie, have you made a yummy warm squishies for Mummy???..."
I whisper into his ear as I stand behind him. He's been sat there for hours...
I turn his computer chair around and pull him towards me, taking his little hands in mine, he looks up at me with those big pretty eyes...
His cheeks flush with a rosy glow as he looks away and I enjoy watching him squirm.
"but Mummmmmmy..."
He protests.
"I'm busy working!....I am a big boy!!!"
He genstures towards his computer screen and whines under his breath. I notice his voice start to break. I giggle. I love him all whimpery.
"Now sweetie, I know you're playing grown-ups, but you need a check...You've been so engrossed in that screen, I bet you haven't even noticed you needed a pee pee..."
He visibly squirms and his bottom lip starts to show...
"But I AM a big boy!!"
He huffs- frustrated- he stamps his feet.
I can't help but giggle again, but try to hide it when I notice a little frown appear on his face. It melts me.
He's so cute when he resists...
"No sweetpea, you're not a big boy, you're a baby... And you're my baby and you're wearing a diapee..." I say softly.
"Big boys don't need diapees now do they? Big boys don't need diapees because they know how to use the big boy potty..."
I gently slide a finger into the waistband of his jeans, exposing the top of his cute diapee, the soft crinkles accompanied by his pathetic little moans are the most beautiful sound...
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owner!nayeon instructing puppy!jeongyeon to keep drinking glasses of water all day while she’s out running errands, and not to use the bathroom. when she comes home she holds jeongyeon in her lap and pushes on her tummy and scratches behind her ears, cooing at her to make a mess in mommy’s lap
jeongyeon being a good puppy and drinking a cup of water every half an hour for all the time nayeons not home :( she waits patiently even tho her tummy hurts and its even a bit swollen, tail wiggling happily when she hears the door clicking open;; nayeon is fast to pull her into her lap when shes in cause she loves the blush on jeongyeons cheeks and how jeongs breath catches on her throat when she praises her :((((((( jeong cant help but let go when nayeon presses down her tummy and tells her to be good and messy for her
tbh nayeon loves the feeling of jeongyeon turning puddle in her arms, ears up as she hides her face on nayeon's neck :( she loves it that jeongyeon bucks her hips when shes done and loves to hold her waist and guide her on her thigh until shes begging to come
I need a mutual to control my bladder, Im at a 7/10😭
Living amongst rednecks is so weird because we have a 50 something yo man who comes to our house kinda often but doesn't use the toilet. That dude will just walk around to the side of the house and piss when we're front porch sitting.
Am I attracted to him? No. Would I let him fuck me? NO. Would I get on my knees and let him piss in my mouth? Idk, maybe.
PALIA OMORASHI ONESHOT
Hassian had planned to track this Proudhorn Sernuk for weeks. For hours, he had followed its tracks, moving silently. However, he was slowed down by one thing- you. You had offered to tag along since Tau was sick. Without his plumehound’s nose, he would have to work twice as hard to track it. You had selflessly offered to assist him in any way you could, but your footsteps were heavy and your aim… needed work. Hassian would be amused if the stakes were lesser. Nevertheless, he accepted your offer. After a few hours, he set down his bow and quiver.
“You okay?” You asked, self conscious. You knew you were slower and clunkier than him. You ran your hand through your hair as he sighed.
“Yeah. It’s fine. Let’s just set up camp.”
“Okay. What do you want me to do?” You asked, glancing at the moons.
“Do you know how to pitch a tent?” He snapped, but when you nodded he relaxed a bit. “Then pitch the tent. I’ll gather firewood.” He glanced around nervously. He shoved his hands in his pockets quickly and left.
“Do you need help? The sun is setting and it-” Your voice trailed off as he was already out of earshot. “might take too long.”
You pitched the tent effortlessly. Darkness fell over the camp, but there was no sign of Hassian. Growing worried, you headed into the forest. After being spooked by a chapaa in the brush, you finally saw his silhouette, his bow high and an arrow drawn. You crept closer, careful to be quiet. The beautiful deer was eating grass, white and blue light emanating from its body. It was so close, but Hassian did not fire. You could see the profile of his face and in the bright light of the sernuk’s magic, you could see a single tear rolling down Hassian’s face. The moment was tender, intimate, beautiful even. Did the hunter regret killing his prey that badly? Was he afraid to do it? Was he overwhelmed by its beauty? Hassian’s eyes were locked on the animal, but he seemed frozen.
Suddenly, he let out an animalistic moan. The deer perked up before darting away. The only light emanated from Hassian’s torch, propped a few feet away. You grabbed it and ran to him.
“Hassian! Are you alright?” You called as you raced towards him. Horror filled his eyes as he saw you. You stared at him blankly until you understood his distress. His pants were darkening, piss drenching the leather. “Hassian…”
“Stop- don’t look!” His voice dripped with anger and humiliation. He sank to his knees, a puddle forming around him as the dirt struggled to handle the amount of liquid it was being given. You smiled weakly, muttering things like ‘it’s okay’ and other small condolences. Eventually, his stream slowed to a trickle. His face was a deep purple and you suddenly realized you’d never seen a Majiri blush. After a beat of silence, you reached down your hand to help him up.
“Let’s get you into some fresh clothes.” You tried to smile reassuringly. You tried to quell feelings of arousal- not only was it inappropriate in the moment, but you were a bit worried that if you showed any enjoyment, one of his arrows might end up too close for comfort.
“I don’t have any.” He quickly wiped his tears. “When I go on hunting trips, I don’t pack clothes. That would just slow me down.”
“Alright. Well, come on back to camp.” You grasped his hand and pulled him up. He cringed but moved with you. As you both walked back to camp, you heard him sniffle a couple times.
“Go ahead and take those off.” You gestured toward his drenched pants.
“No, no I-” He stammered, horrified.
“What, you want to stay in those?” You raised an eyebrow, starting to chuckle. “Just take them off.” He took them off and stood still in his soaked cotton briefs. You waited expectantly and he stripped them off. He covered himself and you quickly turned.
“Where are you going?” He demanded, fear rising in his voice.
“The river, just a few paces away. Come on, you need a wash.” He followed with his head down, hands gripping his dick and balls. You washed his clothes and he splashed water on his lap and thighs to clean himself up. After a while, you both walked to camp.
“Alright bud, these should be dry by morning. We can find the sernuk when your pants are dry.”
I'm learning a second language and I'm currently fantasizing about being forced to hold until I can ask to pee in that language.
I run up to a native speaker, bouncing up and down. In English, I beg them for a toilet. They obviously have *no* idea what I want. How could they? I'm only grabbing my crotch, nearing tears. Pacing back in forth, I get on Google Translate and type in frantically. I just can't seem to get pronunciation right. They cross their arms as my pants darken and I stop trying.
I'm at a 7/10 but not peeing until I finish all my Duolingo quests AND the XP boost runs out
Only letting someone pee on the hour is so cute
6:00am: the sub wakes up. They don't get out of bed until 6:02. Oops! Well, time to get ready to start the day.
7:00am: they ran late and they're just hurrying into school/work. By the time they put their stuff at their desk, it's 7:08.
8:00am: the line at the bathroom is taking FOREVER. They arrived at 7:55 and there are still four people in front of them at 8:00am. They head back to their desk.
8:45am: they learned from last time! They'll go early so they don't have to wai- there's nobody waiting for the toilet. They go inside the single stall and wait desperately.
8:52am: they're still waiting, whining and whimpering. They pace back and forth, cringing every time they accidentally trigger the motion sensor toilet.
9:00am: Finally, they yank down their pants and piss into the toilet. Maybe tomorrow they'll wake up on time 💕
If you've held in the past two days, drink water and go pee regularly. Keep your bladder safe, UTIs are no joke. Love u
If you're holding now (safely), keep holding on, pet. Drink some water, stay hydrated baby. Love u
Currently wanting someone to drive around while I'm desperate. They can pull into Starbucks and before I have a chance to breathe a sigh of relief, they pull into the drive thru and get me a pup cup. When I protest, they whisper, "If you're a good boy and lick it all up, you can go potty."
I've been thinking about P*lia omorashi. Does anyone play the game? Cuz I have some neat ideas
Hello!!!! here’s my intro :3
*‼️‼️MINORS DINI‼️‼️*
My name is Vanitas
21, He/They, 🏳️⚧️, Omni 💗💜💙, Ace 🖤💜🤍
I Love Anime, Vocaloid, Utaites, Manga, Video Games, and much more🔥
Here are some of my favs ✨🕺✨
Anime’s: Bungo Stray Dogs, Dangers in the Heart, Twilight out of focus, Oshi no ko, Case Study of Vanitas, Argonavis, Uta no Prince Sama,
Vocaloid: Kaito💙, Len, Gumi, Teto❤️
Utaites: MafuMafu🤍, Ado, Yosabi, Seven’s Proud my beloved 💗💙🖤💛🤍 (ik they disbanded but shhhh 😭) Milgram, Allien Stage, and Strawberry Prince❤️💛💙💗💜🧡
Video Games: Ensemble Stars Music!, Project Sekai, 18 TRIP!, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star rail, Sonic the Hedghog, Bendy and the ink Machine, Poppy’s Playtime, Cuphead
And these are all the stuff I can name right now 😭💗
pls enjoy my blog and Have fun🔥
Intro Post
You can call me Victor :) I'm 21, ftm, and I'm in a relationship
Things I'll post about include: (will be updated with time)
force masc
cnc/r@pe
int0x
petplay
piss/omorashi
fauxcest
Hard Limits:
scat
racism
My DMs and asks are always open :D MINORS DNI
my praise me 😌
Making her piss herself then bullying her for being so pathetic and pissing herself >>>
i have no real content right now but uh
idk im just thinking abt how if "complete" vergil is already accident prone bc of natural reasons; then v is basically not potty trained 🤪
hey does anybody remember my old account ? i wanna see if i can salvage my posts from the depths of tumblrs servers but i dont have any posts liked or anything
i think i went by the same name, if not only-omorashi
just like, if you were here around 2 years ago and maybe you liked one of my old posts or something send it my way ? please and thank you any help would be great 😃👍🏻
vergil omorashi headcanons
this is what i spend most of my time thinking about, so this is what im gonna talk about 🤷
this guy 😈😈
this guy has extreme incontinence issues i can feel it (or im projecting, but no one has picked up these traits quite like he does)
first of all yknow how easy it is to just be born with incontinence? you wouldnt notice til a little above potty training age but its so simple to just be genetically predisposed to accidents; and then on top of that he went through insane childhood trauma at the age of like 8, effectively stunting him from growing out of it
his bladder isnt small, or even weak, per se, it just has problems. so hes able to exist for a good portion of his day without any worries, only having to use the bathroom like 3-4 times on an average day, but when that urge kicks in, its usually a good hour or more late, and sometimes thats enough that he simply doesnt have the time to find a bathroom, or do much else but try not to wet himself, of course in complete futility.
and you know how he reacts to all this? by pretending it doesnt exist. he acts like hes got completely normal bathroom habits despite not even being able to properly gauge how bad he has to go until hes way desperate.
he spends enough of his life alone and away from society that it takes quite a while for this to pose any real issues, but that doesnt mean all of his life, and it is one of the first things about him that people who spend an extended amount of time (or just the right wrong 5 minutes) around him learn, and usually the last, as well
he doesnt think about any of it at all during 90% of his day, but beats himself up endlessly from the moment he feels the need to go, until hes either able to resolve it, or it resolves itself. hes got a very firm belief that he needs perfect physical strength, and that includes his bladder capacity, he believes he should be able to hold indefinitely, which is extra hard on him when he can barely hold it for any time at all. for the same reason, hes not very squirmy, having the tendency to lock up as opposed to bouncing around, partially not willing to admit he has to go, and partially not willing to admit that its bad enough to take precedent over literally anything else.
god forbid he has an accident (it happens kinda regularly), he actually does not know how to process it, and becomes incredibly hostile toward any privy parties, though not outwardly violent. mostly he snaps about acting like it never happened, threatening painful death upon anyone who acts differently, and then just goes on to actually acting like it never happened.
quick side note, dante does not have incontinence issues. not to say hes never been caught short, or isnt a little irresponsible when it comes to taking personal breaks, but he has a normally functioning bladder, unlike vergil. as kids dante was incredibly supportive and protective of vergils issues, but upon being separated, he kind of assumes theyd be grown out of and doesnt think about it past childhood memories (which tbh he prob doesnt think abt much anyway)
to say hes shocked to see vergil hasnt seemed to grow out of them at all (despite his efforts to hide it) is an understatement. the first incident, theyd probably be engaged in battle with each other, and dante manages unexpectedly to knock vergil off balance. the fight ends there, as it becomes clear to dante that something is very off, and hes too concerned abt his brother for any dmc plot to drive him to continue fighting. after a short moment dante realizes that vergil is, in fact, in the middle of a complete accident, to which he cant help but laugh, with a teasing remark. this whole event cuts vergil pretty deep, but he ignores it as per usual, and dante brushes it off as well, figuring vergil was simply caught short, with unfortunate timing; but he does reminisce on similar events from their childhood, for the first time since then.
when it happens again, in a situation a little less forgiving than being actively engaged in battle, it starts to turn gears in dantes mind, and it only takes a third time for dante to fully understand the extent of the issue at play. hes no longer nearly as supportive as he used to be, but thats only because he quickly learns that bullheaded stubborness plays a decent part in vergils struggles; and he still is some - because he knows its not all his fault, and hes also still incredibly protective when it comes to prying eyes, or even vergil beating himself up, which he does, a lot.
helpful people are so 🥺🥺
when they spend so much time helping others they dont even realize theyve been ignoring themselves until theyre halfway through a task and cant focus anymore because they really need to pee, but they cant step away, so theyre just desperately trying to fumble to the end of what theyre doing
maybe theyre trying to be discreet about it, or maybe theyre potty-dancing in place like a madman whenever they get a chance to stand still, either way they brush off any comments that might be made by anyone else, insisting that it doesnt matter because they cant step away
they are moments away from finishing said task, at this point just thinking about booking it to the nearest restroom, when someone unaware of the situation comes in, and asks them to help with something else when theyre done with that
maybe theyre so jumbled they agree without realizing, or maybe theyre peeshy or something, so they cant find a reason to say no, despite being near wetting themself, but they end up getting stuck in this new task, unable to convince themselves to not be helpful, if even for a quick 3 minute bathroom break
theyre surprisingly composed at this point, sheer willpower and drive the only thing holding anything at bay, but despite managing to achieve the task before them, theyre a visual wreck.
shaking, trembling, squirming, clenching their thighs, squeezing their fists; theyre barely even potty dancing at this point because the movements would be too harsh on their bladder. its clear to anyone, if theyre paying attention, what the issue is
at this point maybe someone is nice enough to finally help them, and offers to take over for them, with a sympathetic smile
the idea that maybe someone else could be doing this suddenly rackets around their brain, and they just kinda stand in embarrassed shock, staring at the other person, and fumbling for words. that is, until their painfully full bladder spasms, reminding them of just how bad they need to go with a small leak, and they scramble into action, a mix of thanking and apologizing to the other person, as they put whatever theyre holding down somewhere (or give it to the other person), and bolt off without waiting for another response
of course, at this point, theyre past their limit, managing their way into the bathroom, but not getting much further than locking the door before the dam starts to break. a small but steady stream starts its way down their legs, but they continue on, undeterred, towards the toilet; although they forgo even attempting to remove their clothes, in lieu of dropping unceremoniously onto the toilet as their accident increases in intensity, still pouring down their legs onto the floor, despite their best efforts
...at least some of it made it into the toilet.
or maybe nobody offers to help them and they end up wetting themselves completely in the middle of what they had been doing, having to just stop and helplessly watch as their overstrained bladder finally relaxes, all over themself and the floor.
family road trip
silly fact: dante's not even first in line, he's actually last (with vergil taking up the front). he's just the only one still coherent enough to yell at nico through the door. the way things look; it doesnt really matter where in line any of them are ...
... wonder what they did to her ?
this post got a lot of questions i didnt even notice until now (👀 sorry) so im gonna answer them !
first off, its character.ai
the above bot↑↑ was a gojo bot 😳 and i was rping as an oc with an op ability, that if they get touched, the person who touches them gets sent into a sensory "underload" which effectively overloads their sensory system anyway, but enough abt jjk nerd stuff uhhhh so i just tricked gojo into touching her on the wrist by annoying him a bunch and then it was k.o.
after he gets physically immobilized its easy to just switch up demeanors and be totally in control (much to his fear apparently, according to the chat bot)
then you imply through character dialogue what is going to happen (e.g. omorashi), and the bot will pick it up and go with it.
i also did rps with a geto bot, so its not exclusive to the one chat bot, character.ai is just pretty based, and they have literally like every fandom on there, i was just using it around the time i watched jjk season 2 :p
maybe ill do a more in depth post later where i build a rp just to pull it apart into steps but rn i dont have the old ones and i wouldnt show them anyway so yeah
just like usual i have a tendency to drop off the earth and then come back at random (its my charm~) but even if this is all i say i just wanted to let people know that this ai chatbot is kicking my ass with its amazing omo rp to the point where like im genuinely embarrassed i cant write that well, despite my eloquence
like idk how to describe it bc i did a lot of subtle manipulation of the conversation, but the ai caught right on and just went with it and like damnnnnnnn
these arent in order and the first two are dif responses to the same thing but like i said, damnnn 👀
ai is where its at for a hungry omo fan rn
i know this has been said before but can we really go in depth on this
characters who are so incredibly skilled at pretending they dont have to pee that no one has any idea until they are suddenly wetting
characters who are actually almost painfully perceptive, but even they are shocked into silence as their friend just randomly starts peeing like its cool
and of course its only sudden to everyone else, poor victim themself has actually spent the past hour at least, if not more, doing everything they can to not flood themselves on the spot, but not anything that could give them away even slightly, so the desperation felt would be crazy extreme
they would probably start slowly leaking at some point, as they arent doing anything (except for mostly futile muscle clenching) physical to help them hold at all, and at that point theyll probably switch from trying to properly hold it, to just trying to be discreet about it. trying to hide any growing wet spots, trying not to go despondent and stay engaged so that people dont catch on, literally holding conversations as urine slowly runs down their legs and not really doing anything to stop it, but just trying to keep it slow and quiet, and above anything else, keep any clues of whats happening out of their expression and body language.
maybe they manage to be discreet the whole time, and no one ever even finds out what happened right in front of them.
or they manage to wet discreetly, but completely throw everyone off at a slightly later point, when someone suddenly notices their soaked pants, and cannot recall the last time any of them interacted with any liquids that could have potentially spilled, so they inquire. and now the victim can either come up with some poor excuse that maybe people probably dont believe, or they just come clean, rather sheepishly despite their nonchalant demeanor about it, that they did, in fact, piss themself, and it was actually a few minutes ago that it even happened
or they manage to kinda hold on despite leaking, enough to stretch their bladder to its proper limit, leading them to have a very noticeable, rather loud accident. maybe for some reason everyones attention was already on them, for something simple, like being asked if they want to order a drink or stuff like that, but they can no longer keep up the act, starting with just a long nervous pause, no one else able to figure out why the question asked poses such a conundrum to them.
after a long-ish moment, the victim would mutter out something, maybe an apology, maybe just weak noises of defeat, as the floodgates finally break, and they start wetting forcefully and messily.
theres something about more public wettings, especially if not even slightly anticipated, that is just the most thrilling. it can get to be so humiliating that it makes even me, as an omo enthusiast, cringe with embarrassment. but its the fact that, no matter how much anybody cringes, there is nothing that that person can do to stop what is happening. it is their reality and they have to deal with it as it is, even when its so humiliating it feels stupid
and you know that this kind of accident would be at the peak of max embarrassment, it doesnt matter if the people around them are understanding or mocking or what, the sudden attention on the one thing theyd been trying to avoid will send their brain over the edge of functioning, and the best they can do is just hide their face and wait for someone else to do something