#pisskink

- It's so hot out, you better stay hydrated

- But on the off chance you don't at first (🤨), you'll definitely be when you're on bedrest for sun poisoning!

- Towel omo. Ohhhhh my gosh.

- So many opportunities for beach / pool omo, probably lots of people around, in a likely revealing swimsuit that does a bladder bulge no mercy...and I mean, the reminder is everywhere

- You have to try all the fruity drinks at the stand, come on

- General vacation omo: the traveling (car rides, airports, air planes, so many lines, how long until we're at the hotel?)

- Park omo...maybe less people around, maybe it's a playground or just a walking one, no public restrooms totally nearby, and the walk to one is totally out in the open?

- Is it a sweat stain or...

- Summer storm season!!!!!!

- We all love napping in hammocks, but what happens when a bedwetter does it?

I am so sorry for the literal months long wait, Anon, I had so much going on these last few months. I'll make it longer to compensate.

Sniper NSFW Headcanons:

Sniper has always been a bit of an outcast, even among his fellow group of mercenaries, and in turn this lead to him being relatively socially awkward.

Despite being rather aloof, he does find himself craving some forms of personal relations, whether that be some camaraderie, romance, etc. Even some small talk would soothe him, really.

So when the both of you finally realized you shared some common ground and a mutual trust, he was nearly a different person than when you first met. Much more talkative, much more touchy, though he never lost his distant edge. And due to his line of work, this supposed distance could be rather long, longer than both of you wished for.

When he finally gets back home, you can tell he missed you just as much as you missed him. But not just in the emotional sense. He missed every last bit of you. And Mundy was always one to claim what he believes is rightfully his.

He starts off relatively slow, relishing in the softness of your lips, moving a stray strand of hair, gazing into your eyes, sharing a smile with you.

And before you knew it, you were smitten again. But just as he believes he can claim what is rightfully his, he also believes in ravishing every last inch of his muse, preferring to enjoy himself thoroughly.

Expect bite marks and hickies all over the place. Since he's claiming you, expect them to be in places where all can see. From your head to your toes, you will be marked. His favorite spots to mark you are your neck, arms, shoulders, and collarbone.

He also enjoys leaving hickies on the trace of your happy trail.

Whenever he fingers you, don't expect him to show any form of reluctance. You're his, and he's yours. His fingers will forever curve deeply inside your vaginal canal, swishing around as he watches the wetness drip from your tight, swollen hole.

He also enjoys stretching you out with both of his hands, watching the pink internal flesh pulsate, all while leaking with your cum. Do expect him to stick his tongue in very deeply when ravishing you, and he is no stranger to light biting as well.

He'll bury his face deeply inside of your pussy, enjoying the musky scent you emit, occasionally licking and sucking your thighs, leaving many more hickies in the process.

Do expect him to thrust very deeply inside, he'll definitely leave it in much longer than you'd prefer, but he just loves watching your over stimulated face contort into phases of pleasure. Most notably how you go crossed eyed from him deeply hitting your sweet spot.

If you're alright with it, he'll even piss inside of you. There's just something about the musky stench of sex, mixed in with the tangy scent of piss that drives him wild, and it happens to be coming out of you, no less.

Despite all of this, he is one who enjoys aftercare post climax.

If you're too overwhelmed, he'll place your head onto his chest, gently stroking your hair, and whispering strong reassurance into your ears. That thick, raspy, yet soothing Australian accent is a heart shot that sends chills down your spine.

“i want you to try something for daddy, please, ive really wanted to do this with you, i think about it a lot, just get on your knees and open your mouth,”

son obliges confused, he thinks dad wants a blowjob, but-

dad takes his cock out, aims it at his son, pisses directly in his mouth, son brings his mouth closer and bats his pretty eyelashes at daddy,

he takes his cock out and strokes it as he looks at daddy, now covered in his piss, swallows what remains in his mouth like he hasn’t had a drink in weeks,

“i want you to do that again daddy,” he says desperately- daddy’s baby may be grown but he never grew out of that word, he’s never been dad, or father- “aim it at my face, please daddy, like I’m just some nasty cheap faggot”-

daddy aims right for his face, right in the center- pisses on his face, aims down his body, “you want to be daddy’s little faggot urinal?” aims at his cock that’s fucking his own hand- baby boy pumps his cock, now wet with daddy’s piss, leaning in to put daddy’s cock in his mouth,

daddy instructs him to get on his hands and knees and stick his ass up, pulls his pants and underwear off- he has something better than a blowjob, much, much better.

he spits on his baby’s pretty smooth hole, spits on his fingers, shoves them both inside- pretty boy rolls his eyes back; it hurts, it hurts but he knows daddy would never want to hurt him, not on purpose, he only ever wants to steer him in the right direction- he moans and cries out for daddy, who soothes him, rubs his back, “I know baby I know, but it will be worth it, I promise,”

daddy finger fucks his hole until it’s just opened up enough, asks his angel to spread it open so daddy can see it good, spits on it a few more times-

“now you can REALLY be daddy’s personal urinal,” he says, sticks the tip of his cock inside, which makes his baby yelp in a mix of pain and ecstasy, and pisses one last time, that’s all he has left, pisses inside his little boy’s ass, so tight and warm and hot,

he knows it hurts his boy, but he can’t help himself- he forcefully grabs his shoulders, slams himself further and further inside, empties the rest of his bladder out- stays put so his baby can feel his piss plugged inside of him, it feels so warm, so naughty,

“daddy,” he moans, squirming on his cock, “tell me how filthy and disgusting and trashy I am,”

with no self control left, daddy fucks his piss inside his poor baby’s swollen hole, grabs a fistfull of his hair so hard baby’s head rolls back,

“i can’t believe i have such a disgusting slut for a son, so fucking nasty and values himself so little he begs his own father to piss on him,” -he slaps him open handed on the cheek, “that’s all you were born for, to be daddy’s faggot, daddy’s little fuckhole, daddy’s fucking urinal,”

baby boy’s legs are weak, he’s completely spent, piss and snot all over his face- he cries out weekly and dribbles cum onto the floor, ready to pass out-

daddy fucks him harder, harder than he ever has in the past, grunting and choking him- cums deep inside, breeds his boy’s piss filled ass-

he rolls him over, orders him to get up, orders him to lick his cock clean, suck it all off- “I don’t care that it was inside your ass”- orders him to thank him,