#I have a major bladder control kink

[puppy-fish]

Thinking about having to piss really bad and being told to hold it. Being made to grind on someone's boot to help me hold it. Humiliate me by making me piss myself on your boots.

[fakeboyfantasies]

Adrian's Pride Outfit

Words: 1,768 Kinks: FTM misgendering, humiliation, piss, rape, breeding

It had taken weeks for Adrian to talk himself into it. Even now, looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t believe he was soon going to be wearing this in public, even if it was at a pride event with other people wearing even less. 

For the first year ever, Adrian wasn’t wearing his binder to pride. He was barely wearing anything up top at all - a fishnet top did very little to hide his perky B cups, nipples covered up with trans pride flag pasties. He’d stuck a pronoun pin in the gaps of the mesh for good measure. It was a trans inclusive event, and he saw other transmascs topless all the time. Adrian spent an hour before the event doing his makeup, picking out shoes, and fussing over how his butt looked in his tiny shorts, his pronoun pin jingling softly every time a movement made his boobs bounce.

In Adrian’s apartment, he had felt confident and masculine. In his friend Anna’s car, he had felt confident and masculine. Once they got to the parade, he was starting to have second thoughts about his outfit. 

Luckily for him, pride was full of easy distractions. He bought himself a couple of cocktails, and a very nice drag queen gave him an edible after they talked for a few minutes. Adrian was feeling great. The gummy was starting to kick in, and he was drunk enough and had seen enough other trans guys going topless to feel less dysphoric about it. The alcohol was moving through him quickly though, and Adrian excused himself from his friend group, going off to find the bathrooms. 

The park was fucking huge, and he was drunk. It didn’t help that the sun was setting, and the area of the park he was in was totally unlit. That was probably for the best, though. He didn’t want some random jogger or something to see him like this. 

Finally, Adrian found one of the park bathroom structures. He didn’t think it was connected to the pride event, but hopefully it would be empty? He decided to take the risk, going into the men’s room. 

The bathroom was not empty. A guy probably Adrian’s dad’s age, wearing a tool belt and paint stained clothes, was washing his hands, and he gave Adrian a judgemental look up and down. 

“Wrong bathroom, sweetheart. Door to the ladies’ is on the other side.”

Shame curled in Adrian’s gut, behind his bursting bladder. “No, I, uh.” Drunk and inarticulate, he pointed at his pronoun pin. “I’m here with the pride thing?” 

The old man scoffed. “Now, girlie, don’t be silly.”

Adrian had gotten plenty of weird looks in men’s rooms before, but he had never actually had anyone say anything. But he’d spent years planning exactly what he’d say, had tons of pithy remarks and clever comments that he’d been working on for ages. But now that he was really faced with the situation, a man sneering at him, belittling him and misgendering him, Adrian didn’t feel clever or pithy. And when he opened his mouth, his voice came out in a high pitched whine, not a masculine demand. “I really gotta pee,” he pleaded. 

The man’s face broke out in a menacing smile. “You gotta go, princess?” 

Adrian’s face was burning. He pushed down on himself through his shorts with the heel of his hand, wondering if he could just go to the women’s room. A spurt of pee leaked out without his control, soaking into his shorts. “F-fuck you, just lemme use the toilet!” 

The old man grabbed Adrian by the elbow, dragging him into the bathroom stall. “Alright, princess.” He yanked Adrian’s shorts down, clicking his tongue and shaking his head at the wet spot on the crotch. “You had better go, you already had an accident in your pants.”

“What the fuck!” Adrian desperately cupped his crotch with his free hand, not wanting this weird old man to see his pussy. No one had seen his pussy at all since he had hit puberty. His chest did give him some dysphoria, but the major source for him was his bottom dysphoria. Even having to sit to pee made Adrian dysphoric, which could make him hold it for way too long. 

The old man forced Adrian to sit on the toilet. “Stop touching yourself, little girl,” he scolded, grabbing Adrian’s wrists and ripping his skinny arms away. He was standing between Adrian’s legs, preventing him from closing them. 

His overworked bladder gave way almost immediately, and Adrian couldn’t help his moan of relief. “Don’t look!” he squealed. His head felt stuffed full of cotton balls, and he couldn’t believe this was really happening. It was the most humiliating experience of his entire life. Adrian squeezed his eyes shut in shame, and the old man responded with a rough slap across his face. 

“Look at me,” the old man barked. Adrian obeyed, sniffling and looking up at the man as tears dripped down his cheeks, smearing his mascara. 

The old man grabbed Adrian’s pronoun pin, ripping it off and tossing it into the toilet bowl. Adrian let out a weak little ‘no’ of protest, but the old man didn’t care. He shoved Adrian’s top up too, yanking the trans flag pasties off roughly and dropping them into the toilet bowl too. 

“Yeah, that’s where all that faggot shit goes. Feel good pissing on your people, girlie?” 

“You’re a fucking asshole!” Adrian sobbed. His bladder was finally spent, and he struggled in the old man’s grip, trying to get up. The old man just slapped him again, this time hard enough that it left Adrian’s ears ringing. 

“You got such a sexy body, too.” The old man played with Adrian’s tits, his big, calloused hands squeezing and pinching. “Look how big your nipples are.” He twisted one of Adrian’s nipples roughly, making him whimper. “Gonna be real nice for feeding babies one day.”

The thought of being pregnant made Adrian’s skin crawl. It was his worst nightmare. He started to cry again, sobbing weakly as the man played with his tits. 

“You bawl like a fuckin toddler,” the man complained. “Now stop crying.” He yanked Adrian up by the hair, landing a solid smack on his ass. 

Adrian stumbled after the man as he was dragged, drunk, scared, and confused. A nauseating wave of realization hit him when the man pushed him over one of the sinks. “No! No no no!” he squealed, kicking out weakly. The old man spanked him again. 

“Quit whining, girly.” He undid his jeans, taking out his hard dick. Adrian saw it in the mirror, petrified by the length and girth of it. 

“No, please!” Adrian begged. “I can’t take it, I’ve never had anything down there before!” The one or two times Adrian had tried to touch himself like that, he’d barely gotten knuckle deep before feeling too dysphoric. 

“You’re a virgin, princess?” The old man rubbed the head of his cock along Adrian’s slit, making him sob. “Not for long.”

“No- ohh!” Adrian screamed as he was suddenly penetrated. The old man’s cock stretched him painfully, hit a spot inside that made him feel nauseatingly feminine. “No, no, please don’t! You can’t do this, this is rape!”

“I thought you were a man.” The old man pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, moaning at the stretch of Adrian’s tight pussy around his cock. “Men can’t get raped.”

“Let me go!” Adrian insisted. 

To his shock, the man pulled out. “Move a fucking muscle and I’ll whoop you,” he warned severely. Despite how humiliating it was to stand like this, tits dangling below him and his legs spread, wet pussy on display, Adrian knew the old man meant it. 

The old man bent down, grabbing something off the grimy bathroom floor. Adrian’s wet shorts. The old man took Adrian’s phone out of his back pocket, taking his ID out of the card slot on the back of his phone case. 

“Jessica,” the man read out loud. “What a pretty name.”

“That’s not my name,” Adrian blurted. The stranger knowing his deadname felt somehow just as violating as having his dick inside him. 

The old man sneered at him. “What is your name, then?”

“Adr-” But he didn’t get to finish, because the old man was shoving the tiny shorts into Adrian’s mouth, forcing him to taste his own piss. The old man took a roll of tape from his tool belt, securing a strip over Adrian’s mouth to keep the shorts in place. 

“That’s better. Little girls should be seen and not heard, Jessica.” The man stepped behind him again, grabbing Adrian’s arms and forcing his wrists together behind his back. He taped those in place too before grabbing his dick again, giving it a couple pumps. “Yeah, much better.” He pushed back in, grabbing Adrian’s tits as he did. “Watch yourself get fucked. You look away, I’ll take your ass virginity too, whore.”

Adrian didn’t dare disobey. He watched himself through teary eyes as the man used his cunt. His tits bounced eagerly with each thrust, and his mascara ran streaks down his face to the duct tape. And against all odds, Adrian found himself starting to like it. He felt scared and ashamed, but with every thrust, the old man brushed his never-touched g spot, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Adrian had never been able to cum on his own, no matter how much he abused his clit trying to jerk off like a boy. 

The point of no return came when Jessica did, bearing down on the old man’s dick with a slutty, feminine moan into her gag. The orgasm was so intense, making her collapse against the sink as she squirted over her rapist’s cock and down her thighs. The old man didn’t stop going, fucking the mewling, overstimulated fakeboy until he came deep inside her. “That oughta do it. That’s what all girls like you need, a good hard dicking to get knocked up.” He smacked her ass again. “Now get the fuck out. This bathroom is for men only.” 

Jessica was shoved out of the bathroom, naked except her sneakers and a torn fishnet top, gagged with her arms bound behind her. The old man’s cum leaked out of her as the poor fakeboy stumbled back towards the parade for help. Jessica looked down at her nipples poking through the fishnet top, remembering the old man’s words. Her tits really were going to be good for feeding babies.

[switchysyphus]

Introduction post

Hi! I am Aly and welcome to my blog. I use this mainly to escape reality and dive deeper into fun and pleasure. I am always open to dms and asks so don’t be shy!

Turn ons

* girls I am mostly lesbian but do have the tendency to try and change myself due to religious upbringing or wanting to please men

* bladder control

* edging/denial but I have found that if I go over two weeks denied my mental health goes 👎🏽

* Someone controlling my orgasms/needing permission to cum

* praise I have a major praise kink 😍

* Mantras/hypnosis

* Tickling

* Words like: baby girl, princess, cunt, pleasure button, good girl

Turn offs

* degrading

* rape/CNC

* getting dirty

* scat

* pain

Exploring

* Dumification

* Pet play

* Being tied and teased

* Exposing myself with sluttier clothes

[elliezlils11utt]

Hi hi !!

(I’m just now realizing I haven’t done a into, so here it is !!)

(Pictures not mine)

🍁: Lyla rose/ lyz ! Golden retriever les, she/her, I’m a volleyball player, basketball player, drummer, guitarist, and your favorite local Ellie Williams & abby Anderson lover 🫶🏽

🪐: I have a deep obsession with moths and writing!

🌞: I’m a super open and easy going person and love to talk to my mooties, followers & annons! So if you have a request for any of the characters I write for send it to my inbox! Or even if you just wanna talk! (I beg of you send requests!)

🍃What I will write/requests🪐:

*things from the last of us, life is strange, Detroit become human, and spider verse !

*Smut, fluff, angst, etc.. I write it all!

*pretty much anything u can think of!

*(i write touchy and emotional stuff sometimes, but I will put major warnings in any of my work that is like that!)

🍂What I won’t write🌞:

*weird ass kinks like race play, age play, pet play, piss kink (bladder control not included !🤭)

*rape/noncon of any sorts!

*smut for minors, even aged up!

A/n: In conclusion, talk to me please. I’m lonely asf and want writing prompts🫶🏽

[chrissyroseomo]

Hey everyone 👋 You can call me Chrissy! I discovered I was into omo about a year ago and have been silently lurking around the community since. I’ve done some holds on my own, loving how a full bladder makes me feel, but I recently end up getting bored or lose motivation to keep holding. Not exactly sure where I’m going with this, but I created this blog to keep exploring this side of me and interact with others who enjoy the same things 🙃

I work retail so my schedule is all over the place, but I would love some holding challenges and to have my bladder controlled. At this point, I’m still pretty new to this community, so be a little gentle with me ☺️

Into desperation and bladder control, but not wetting (really don’t like messes).

Major praise kink, but I also enjoy some teasing.

[potatoomorashi]

Impact is what you would call your basic "sweet boy", loving rainbows, acting childish, being happy.

But apart from the show that he shows everyone else, he also has depression, is incredibly dirty minded, and smokes normally.

But apart from that, he has a Major piss kink, omorashi to be exact. He gets turned on simply from having to pee.

Impact also suffers from an extremely small bladder, not being able to hold it for more than a few hours.

Impact has had many close calls accident wise, having to sprint to the bathroom after a test, a scary movie being enough to make him wet.

He also wets the bed a lot, which makes sleep overs a nonfun experience.

But because of his pea sized bladder, and his kinks, he decides to wear diapers.

They're more like a nesisicty, being so desperate out in a mall, the fountain making his brain go crazy.

His giant erection, his diaper pressed against his skin.

He can't hold it.

A spurt of warm liquid jutting into his goodnight, and another, and another, soon a full force stream of urine completely drenching his nether regions.

Impact face immediately flushed pink, turning his head left and right in the mall to see if anyone noticed his accident, but surprisingly enough no one did.

"Mm, you alright baby?" amor asked as he put an arm around impact.

impact Got even redder, suddly more aware of the soaking wet pull up between his legs.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay." impact said as his body stiffened.

"Cmon, I gotta head to the bathroom, come with me." amor said as he grabbed impacts hand and dragged him to the bathroom.

Once there, once the door was locked, and it was just them, amor asked the question.

"Impact, did you have an accident?" he asked.

Impact stood there, his face red. "Uh- m-maybe?"

"Hm." amor said simply as he came up closer to impact, and grabbed his crotch.

"Mm~!" impact moaned quietly.

"Love I can feel how swollen your diaper is just from here.."

Impact stayed silent, secretly hoping that amor wouldn't move his hand.

"I can also feel just how hard you are~" he whispered as he pressed a kiss to impacts neck.

Impact shuddered, his body wanting more.

He wrapped his arms around amor, amor hand tightening on impacts crotch.

"I still have to go~ can you help me?" impact asked, still blushing, embarrassed but also aroused.

Amor smirked and immediately moved down, tugging impacts pants and boots off, leaving him in only his shirt and soaking wet pull up.

Amor sat down on the toilet seat, his legs spread as impact crawled onto his lap, starting to grind himself agasint armor's thigh.

Amor pressed his hands agasint impacts bladder, the force making impact grind harder as he tried to hold it.

Suddenly, a hiss was heard as impact released into his pullup again, his crotch filling with even more warmth then before.

The pullup swelled more, a few drops of pee leaking out of it, as well as a bit of cum.

"You did good doll~" amor said as he kissed the top of impacts head.

"Heh, thanks babe." impact said quietly.

Amor got up, sitting impact on the toilet seat as the drips of pee from the pull up dripped into the toilet bowl.

Amor pulled out 2 things from his bag, a fresh pull up and a remote control vibrator.

"Stand up, let me take care of you hun." said amor as impact stood up, amor tugging the wet pull up off of him and discarding it in the trash.

Amor grabbed the virabtor and fitted it agasint impacts erection, then proceeding to tug the new pull up on.

"Does it feel good to be dry babe?" amor asked as impact proceeded to put his pants back on.

"It does, thanks amor." impact said as he zippered up the zippered on his shorts.

Amor smirked, pressing the on button on the vibrator, having start at a low setting.

Impact blushed madly, his heart racing, his pullup was wet again but not from pee this time.

"Keep from making any noise and I'll help you even more when we're home, got that doll~?" amor said as he leaned in a lightly bit impacts neck before exiting the bathroom.

Impact smirked, feeling all dirty and horny.

It was gonna be a fun day.

[cutiequokka]

Sexy Stray Kids Headcanons

Genre: Smut

Warnings: I mean it's a kink list, so there's a shit ton of stuff in here. Instead of typing them all out, I'll put the main idea of each bullet point at the front of the paragraph so if you wanna skip it, you can!

Summary: This is honestly just an excuse to project my own kinks onto the Stray Kids members, matching them up with what I think they'd like and be into. This is all purely a headcanon, and I am not seriously assuming the sexual activities of any of the members.

A/N: None of this is actually canon in the way of my fanfics, so please don't take it as like "the rule book" of what I write Stray Kids as.

Bang Chan:

Total sub. This man gives his everything to everyone and deserves to be completely taken care of in bed. He'd be such a good boy too, never acting out or breaking rules because he hates disappointing people.

Praise kink. Holy shit just compliment him once during sex and he'll turn into a blushing, shy mess. "Thank you ma'am/sir, just for you." His ears are sensitive too, so if his partner rubs them while commenting on their adorable redness, he simply turns into a trembling puddle.

Shibari. Please tie him up, he adores being made pretty and decorated with delicate knots. Sometimes he sees a new style online and tries to show his partner, but ends up stuttering and getting hard just from trying to explain what he wants to be done to his body.

Lee Minho:

Dom alllllll the way. If anyone tries to make him subby he basically laughs in their face.

Likes bottoming just as much as topping. Dom doesn't always equal top, and Minho loves to switch it up. Whether it's someone with female anatomy being forced to peg him instead of getting their own pleasure or someone with male anatomy fucking into him while he teases them for being desperate, this man adores being filled and is unashamed about it.

Sir/master kink. You CANNOT tell me this man doesn't get off on a good power trip, he's addicted to how pitiful and ego-stroking these titles sound coming from his partner's mouth.

Seo Changbin:

Switch with dom lean. I mean, have you seen this man's smirk?? Like hello???? He loves watching his partner squirm and beg for him, but can also be the one begging as an adorable needy baby when he feels like it.

Omorashi. Alright, this one is a bit self-indulgent admittedly but hear me out! The idea of someone so muscular and well built not having control over the simplest thing like his own bladder is so delicious to imagine. I can see him at practice, borderline desperate as he goes over the choreo, yet he doesn't go to the bathroom because the fullness just feels so good. So he just bites his lip and pushes through it before finally excusing himself when he feels the droplets start to stain his underwear. (Bonus points if his partner beats him to the door and makes him beg to be allowed to go.)

Mutual masturbation. I just get this feeling that Changbin is a heavenly sight when he jerks off, and he knows it, so he uses it to tease his partner during sexual activities. "Touch yourself babe, I wanna see you being so pretty for me."

Hwang Hyunjin:

Switch with sub lean. Hyunjin seems like the kind of guy to start off dominating his partner, then turn into puddy the second they even remotely fight back. "Aww, poor Jinnie couldn't stay in charge for long, hm? Don't worry darling, I'll take care of you."

Impact play. In my mind's eye, I see Hyunjin as a major brat, but not just because of the power dynamic it creates but also the punishments that come with it. He loves being bent over someone's knee and spanked until his eyes are pricked with tears and he's gasping from the mix of pleasure and pain.

Hair pulling. Alright, this one is a bit cliche, I'll admit, but I like to imagine he doesn't do it for the action itself, but rather the satisfaction of his partner frantically gripping at his roots and they receive pleasure. Like if he's eating them out/sucking them off and they grab his head and yank him further down, causing him to moan at the feeling and pride of making them feel so good.

Han Jisung:

Adorable little subby boy. His jeekies are just too precious to be put to waste, so he uses them to look extra cute as he pouts and begs for attention when he's horny.

Make-outs. Jisung is always trying to get kisses from his members, and I like to imagine that if he ever actually got one, he'd just cease to function and laugh awkwardly to hide how much he enjoyed it. He loves when his partner will pin him down and just ravage his lips, leaving him breathless, panting, and painfully hard. I can clearly envision him every once just pouting and begging for kisses, only for his partner to roll their eyes and tell him no. "I know it'll only make you horny, Hannie, and we don't have time for that right now."

Public sex. This man seems like the type that would be needy 24/7, always looking for an opportunity to get off and get his partner off. If this means getting a hurried blow job in a club bathroom, then by all means he's down. He loves the thrill of possibly being caught mixed with the knowledge that his partner is so willing to help him, and the combination makes him cum embarrassingly fast every time.

Lee Felix:

The switchiest switch to ever switch. His duality is insane, and he can go from an adorable, sensitive baby to a grinning, cocky fucker in all of 2 seconds.

Dacryphilia. This one is also pretty self-indulgent, I'll admit. Not to sound creepy, but Felix just looks so pretty when he cries, especially when he wipes the tears and some makeup comes off with it, exposing his freckles. Imagining that but with his pleasure receiving face?? Holy shit I will die on this hill. I feel like he'd love the vulnerability of it, and it shows just how intensely the person is feeling. He'd love to express how good he feels by choking out sobs as he fucks/gets fucked by his partner, the saltiness mixing with the drool leaking from the corners of his mouth.

Edging. Felix may be a softy in real life, but in bed, I have a feeling he's not nearly as nice and forgiving. Just watching his partner tremble and beg to cum does wonders for his dick, and it ties back to the dacryphilia when tears start flowing down their cheeks. He'd kiss them off and smirk, satisfied. "Alright darling, you can cum now, but I don't want to hear any word besides my name come out of that pretty little mouth."

Kim Seungmin:

Doms 98% of the time, but when he subs, he subs HARD. I'm talking non-verbal, completely submerged in subspace, whimpering and making grabby hands to signal he wants something. When that's not happening though, he's a strict, ruthless dom who isn't afraid to push his partner to their limits (with their consent of course!!)

Thigh-riding. I'm not sure why, but something about this man's aura gives me annoyed, couldn't-care-less dom vibes. I'm imagining his partner in his lap, desperately humping his leg and begging to get more stimulation, but Seungmin simply sips his coffee and continues doing work on his laptop. Bonus points if it's a form of punishment. "You've been a brat, baby, you don't deserve any more of my attention. Just keep rubbing against my leg like the needy bitch you are."

Pet play. Oh, how this man would love putting a collar and leash on his partner and making them crawl around in it. Sure the humiliation they get is a nice touch, but the way they just look so submissive and vulnerable on all fours like that. "Aww, look who's the puppy now?"

Yang Jeongin:

Dom. Yes, he's a dom, and no, I do not take criticism because I am simply just spitting pure facts my guy. The new confidence he's gained recently can't be put to waste, so what better way to utilize it than in the bedroom?

Corruption kink. After being babied most of his life and finally breaking out of that mold, Jeongin desperately wants to convert someone to the sinful side along with him. The idea of the seemingly cute, innocent maknae polluting his partner's mind behind closed doors may seem obscene, but that only serves to harden Jeongin's dick further as his rebellious nature sets in.

Marking. I mean come on, this man literally bit Hyunjin's neck during a SKZ-Talker episode, do I really need to explain? He loves showing affection but doesn't always know how to express it, so I imagine marking his partner up is a perfect way for him to demonstrate his love without the need for words. He'd spend forever sucking hickeys into their skin, not stopping until he feels completely satisfied with the red and purple dots littering their chest, neck, and thighs.

[i-live-in-the-kpop-black-hole]

NSFW

Exo ot9 favourite punishments to receive

So, yet another one that is definatly NSFW so once again, there will be no Chen and those under 18 should not read. Enjoy!

Xiumin:

Overall, Xiumin isn’t a huge fan of punishments, particularly any that involve humiliation. He does, however, love to be tied up and overstimulated with your hands or mouth when he’s in a subby mood. Do not try this if he’s feeling at all dominant though because it’s not going to turn out well for you.

Suho:

Suho loves it when you blind fold him so he can’t see what’s happening, tie his arms to the bed post so he can’t touch, and then he’ll wait in anticipation for whatever stimulation you want to give him. Tease him as much as you like, edge him, because he loves it!

Lay:

The form of punishment he likes is when you strip him, sit him in a chair in the corner, and then stand there, fully clothed ass you make him explain why he’s in trouble. He enjoys the vulnerability he feels with you being fully clothed, throwing insults at him as he sits there fully exposed and getting noticibly hard. The humiliation of the whole thing is what really gets him going.

Baekhyun:

This boy is the one who likes to be spanked. He will purposely do things during the day to piss you off, knowing what will happen when you get him home. As soon as you walk in you pull him to the bedroom, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them and his underwear to his knees. You sit on the bed and tell him to lay over you lap, which he does immediately and excitedly. You spank him again and again, making him count with every slap of your hand on his ass cheek. He’ll purposefully lose count so that you start again. By the time you’ve finished, the skin of his butt is bright red and he has cum against the bedsheets from the punishment alone. (And I got carried away, sorry)

Chanyeol:

Chanyeol’s favourite form of punishment is when you force him to wear a butt plug all day. When he upset you the day before, he would be expecting you to take it out on him that night, but you didn’t, waiting to punish him until the next day. In the morning, once he was dressed, you called Chan into the bedroom telling him to pull down his pants, lean over the edge of the bed, and spread his legs. He followed all of your instructions immediately, knowing what was coming. You carefully fingered him open and inserted the lubed up buttplug into his ass, pulled up his underwear and pants before kissing his cheek and telling him he wasn’t allowed to take it out until you got home. Walking around all day with his hole stretched, knowing his little secret while being around so many people made him so hard, and he was super excited when you finally got home. (And another long one. Sorry guys)

Kyungsoo:

Soo loves it when you punish him by using his body to get yourself off while not allowing him his release. Get him to finger you or ride his face. He’s the other member who is slightly more dominant and him being able to get you off, and you wanting him to, actually plays into that dominant part of him. Yes, not letting him cum is a punishment, but he loves getting you off more than anything so he really enjoys this. Just don’t do this to him for too many days in a row or he’s gonna have some major blue balls from being so turned on.

Kai:

Jongin can be majorly submissive and loves when you take full control of him. This is how he found out that he has an omorashi kink, so he loves it when you punish him by making him hold his bladder. When he pisses you off in the morning before he goes to work, you decide he needs to be punished and tell him that he’s not allowed to use the bathroom until you get home to him that night. Being such a good boy, he follows your demand and doesn’t go all day, feeling the pressure build up and up, becoming so painful. By the time you get home, he is lying on the couch, curled up with his hands between his legs as he waits for you to allow him to use the washroom. As soon as you see his pained expression and help him to the bathroom, he’ll let go and feel the absolute pleasure of finally being allowed to release himself, which made all the pain from the day fade away. You praising him for following your instructions also helped. (They always get longer as I go down the list.)

Sehun:

Sehun loves to have your attention fully on him, even when it’s because you are making him do something humiliating and indecent. Therefore, his favourite punishment is when you have him take off all his cloths, finger himself open, and then fuck himself on a dildo that you place on the wooden chair in your bedroom. He loves the look in your eyes as you sit, fully dressed on the bed, and tell him explicit instructions. How you want him to move, where you want him to touch himself, and how loud you want him to be. He’ll be cumming in no time, which will just give you more material to embarrass him with.

Wow, I really got carried away again. I hope y’all enjoyed it! Please feel free to leave a comment or request.

[joshslater]

Wet Dreams

Let’s end the month weird. I’ve never done a diaper story before. Other transformation stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

The first two weeks are the most important, and the first day is crucial. While every new boy is different, I have the process pretty well down by now. The most important thing is to have his mentor at the house already when he arrives. The new arrival is usually a full week before the semester starts, so I have to arrange for the mentor to be a little early as well. The mentor is someone one or two years older that welcomes him and helps him through his first college year. It’s one of the reasons why I get so many interested in renting a room in my house. There are only seven rooms I rent out, although some are big enough to share, but I think privacy is important, at least for the first year or two. That allows for personal, one on one sessions without any interruptions.

The mentor is with the new arrival at all times during the first day. He’s fully indoctrinated by now, but in addition I give him some coaching the day before on how to build trust. Most important is to project a confident, aspirational facade, so the new arrival has someone to look up to, someone they would like to become. Someone they would like to emulate. Someone whose suggestion they would follow. Someone whose opinion matters and information they trust. There is a long list of small gimmicks, like asking to borrow something, repeat words and phrases back to him, and so on. All of them useful later in life to make anyone follow your lead and do what you tell them. But today it is all about getting the new arrival to do one specific thing.

We spend the day setting up the new room, getting to know each other, doing some sightseeing. Lots of situations with liquid in one form or another. “Would you like a soda before you unpack?” and “It’s tea break. Come down to the tea room.” and “This is the best ice cream in town. Let me buy anything you like”. Everything is high in water and low in sodium. It’s soup for dinner, lots of vegetables. High in water and slow to release it. I always insist on having a small wine tasting first evening. “There is so much more to education than what you get from your curriculum. I insist you know something about all the major wine grapes before you graduate”. It’s usually three bottles of red. That way I can pour a little in three different glasses. Then it doesn’t look that much, but still it would be rude of him to not empty it. Not that that has ever been a concern. For some it’s the first time they’ve even had alcohol. Then fruit for dessert.

This is what it has all lead up to. He has a new friend who he looks up to and trust. He’s more hydrated than ever before in his life, not just with straight-up water, but also with water-soluble vegetable fibers, and he is tipsy from the dinner beverages. This is were I ask him to get to his room and get ready.

They go to his room and his mentor tells him the secret, well-rehearsed of course. He talks about how great this place is, what a great support I am, and how every parent is proud to have their child selected. It’s just that I have a small little weird kink, the reason why I run this house to begin with. I don’t have any children so I want to treat the new arrivals as such. It’s just some harmless play.

The new arrival is anxious by this point, wondering what sick perversion I have that he is clearly getting pressured into. The mentor then reveals I want him to put on nappies and read a bedtime story for him. The new arrival sighs of relief. He was worried he would have to call home to his parents and ask them to drive back half a state and pick him up. He’s heard of much worse hazings at frat houses. “Is the bedtime story a euphemism?”, he asks. No, it isn’t. “Do I have to pee and shit the diapers?”. Only if you want to, he answers laughing.

The mentor shows him the items in his bathroom, and tells him how to put the nappy on. Once done, and the new arrival is tucked in bed, I show up with a children’s book and a pacifier. I act as if it is the most natural thing in the world to put a pacifier in the mouth of a teenager. I sit down and read a short story while he falls asleep.

The mentor wakes him up the morning after and asked how he slept. There is no way he hasn’t wet his nappy during the night, so the job of the mentor is to dismiss it as inconsequential. Of course he wet himself, he was drunk from all the wine! Some people wet themselves when they are stressed or have anxiety, like moving away from home, entering a new school. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you even had nappies on, so no damage done. Throw it in the trash, take a shower and none is the wiser.

This works as a segue for having a morning swim in the lake a short walk away. I have basic swimming as a requirement for all applications, under the guise that the house is so close to the lake, and I don’t want to have a drowned student. In practice 30 minutes of swimming is how all the boys start their mornings. It’s bonding, it’s cardio, it’s slimming, and most important of all, it is in water. It’s the only exercise they do, save for some light weights in our tiny home gym, but they do it diligently.

I welcome them back with breakfast. Tea, orange juice, oatmeal porridge, watermelon, boiled eggs, avocado. Nutritious, and rich in protein and water-soluble fibers. Then I leave them to explore the city on their own. This is more or less the template for the entire week. They start out with swimming and breakfast. Then I’m hands off until the evening, letting them visit friends, the campus, shop books and equipment, and whatever else they need to do to prepare for the new school year. Then I serve up dinner. I’m not as extreme as the first day, but I try to keep water content high and sodium low, and showcase a few new types of wine. When it’s bedtime he puts on his nappy, goes to bed. I give him the pacifier and read a little story.

I bring a freshly coated pacifier every evening. The binding agent looks and feels just like rubber, but slowly dissolves during the night, releasing the sedative and psycopharma mixed into it. First night is all about strong sedative, to fall asleep quickly, relax the muscles and not wake up to relieve the bladder. The sedative part is then slowly dialed back to low enough dose to just create an addiction, while more focus is given to the psycopharma and some of the physiological effects. The vibration sensors in the bed can roughly track what part of the sleep cycle the boy is in, so that the right track can start to play in the speaker at the right time.

I want him to feel good and safe, so that is always the first thing he hears. How he is loved by me and his brothers, how good he feels to be here with us, how nice it is to fall asleep in his bed in this house. How this is a safe place, both for him and any secrets he may have. No one will know what he does here, unless he tells them. He can relax, mind, body, and soul. Get that deep rest that lets everything that happened during the day sink in and be part of him. Let his mind relax fully and let go of all worries for the night. All brothers are loyal to each other. Let his body relax fully, let go of all stress and become rested. Listen carefully and remember everything that is being taught to him. Let his bladder relax fully and let go. He is safe and secure, wearing his nappies. No one will know.

The pacifier and nappy is completely normalized within days, and compulsively needed to even fall asleep within two weeks. He doesn’t even notice that it happens, and with all the other boys back for school it all feels normal. He doesn’t have his parents around, no other friends, no classmates yet. It’s just a bunch of well mannered, good looking, A-students that he lives with. And every morning they put on bathrobes and run to the lake, all of them wearing their night nappy. They throw it in the bin by the shore, and swim naked for half an hour.

The rest is easy. Step by step, one more once the previous is fully accepted and incorporated. I have a barber they can go to for free, but only if I chose their hairstyle. They can go somewhere else if they want to, but they all take me up on my offer. It’s free, and they’ll look like the other boys staying here. It’s not even peer pressure, but a longing to belong. I have an esthetician show up once a month helping them with pimples, skincare, and massage, if they wish. No one has ever said no to free massage, especially not if everyone else tells you how amazing it is. She’ll give them all the lotions they need to keep their skin looking prepubescent. They are eager to learn how to take care of their skin. The voices at night have made it so.

It takes them different time, but always well before Christmas break he is unable to control his bladder even awake. It’s an important milestone, and it would be such a hard transition if he didn’t have the support of his brothers. They show him how it’s not a big deal. The day nappies are slim fitting and don’t show under normal clothes. They tell him how he doesn’t have to worry about bathroom breaks. They tell him that while he won’t be partying out, they are here to study after all. They are in this together. They tell him it will all be fine.

Christmas is the real test, and the new ones are concerned about if they should tell their parents, or if they should keep it a secret. They all go for keeping it a secret, if nothing else to be loyal to their brothers. It’s such a great joy when they return, because they both feel accomplished making it through Christmas, but happy they can be themselves again. It creates a mental breaking with the past.

It’s that feeling of belonging that propels them through the final push. They get subtle hints all around to keep their body smooth. It’s what swimmers do, and you’re a swimmer aren’t you? It makes it so much hygienic when wearing nappies. I’ve made it easy for them to make the decision on their own. Just talk to their esthetician. I never raise the question of laser hair removal. It’s like a mini graduation that they have to work up the urge themselves to ask me about it. I happily pay for it, of course.

Once we reach this milestone, usually before the first summer break, but never far after, having lived through a sweaty summer with itchy stubble all over, I make no more changes. Subtle adjustments perhaps, but by large I want them to feel stability, to really make these changes their own. I don’t mean just in the psychological sense, but have their bodies adapt. Lush, youthful skin that stays that way for decades. Lean, nutritious habits that lead to lean, lithe bodies. Constantly keeping a bottle near to always hydrate, and constantly filling their nappy, until the kidneys know nothing else.

The real reward comes later, after they have graduated, whenever I see an alumnus on TV. The leader of a think tank, or the CEO of a traded company, my boys tend to do well. The reward is to see them agitate on TV or give their expert opinion, and know that below that crisp suit is a body smooth as a soap and a cute little nappy.

[motleymoose]

Homecoming Pt. 1: Astray, Ch. 1

Chapter 1

Stranded With Banthas

Fandom: The Mandalorian Characters:  The Mandalorian (Din Djarin), Gender-neutral Reader Words: 2.8k+ Warnings: ??? Angst???

Summary:

Stranded on a bantha-filled, Imperial-controlled moon on the outer reaches of the galaxy, I would do anything to get off-world. But even the best-laid plans can go awry, and I have to settle for second-best, a living reminder of my childhood.

Notes:

***1ST CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED***

Hello! Thanks for stumbling upon my fic!! A few things before we get started: *I've never really been a fan of Star Wars (until the Mandalorian, that is) *I've only done a basic amount of research (please let me know if the stellar charts don't align or I've completely flub any major parts of the lore!) *If you're here for romance, this is probably not the fic you seek This fic is going to span several parts, so don't be disappointed if the chapter count is short. There is more, I promise! I have two more chapters in this part, plus half a dozen others waiting the wings for their time to shine. That being said, this is all lightly edited and more than likely contains several blaring mistakes I am currently blind to.

Thank you for hanging with me this far. I hope you enjoy it!

Homecoming Masterlist

I was hot, bored and out of credits.

Having been stranded on an Imperial-held outpost, stars away from almost any sort of proper civilization, it wasn’t exactly the worst thing that could’ve happened to me. I could’ve lost my hands or what little possessions I had, even been executed, but instead the captain and crew of the Momentum decided it was a fitting punishment to desert me on a moon positively crawling with Imps and bucketheads.

Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t luck that saved me. I was the unluckiest person in the galaxy. Having lost my family to a Rebel airstrike and then been abandoned by my caretaker at a young age, I’d had to fight tooth and claw for survival. I was a mechanic by trade, and a good one at that. My ability to fix things also gave me the knowledge to break them, and coupling that with my disregard to fighting fair, I could be one sticky situation to get rid of.

Not to say the crew hadn’t thought of ways to dispose of me. On more than one occasion, I’d had large, heavy objects barely miss my head as I puttered around below-decks or in the engineering pit. It was more often than I thought average for a mechanic to be almost killed by falling crates and crewmates, and after mentioning it to the captain, everyone agreed it was best if I just left the ship instead of continuing on as their blackthumb.

I’m not sure what exactly brought on their ire. There had been that bunkmate with whom I’d had a tumble or two, but as we both had agreed to part ways as distant friends. I didn’t see her as being a begrudging type, but there was a first for everything, and I wasn’t about to question the crew’s alliance when freedom seemed so close.

Maybe it would have been better to just poison everyone on the ship and abscond with the loot, but I wasn’t a pirate - or, actually, I wasn’t usually a pirate - and murdering everyone just because they pissed me off wasn’t on my list of fun activities.

Playing through the events that led me to the dusty rock I currently resided, I couldn’t help but kick myself for not getting the rest of my pay before being unceremoniously dumped in the dirt and bantha dung. I shifted uncomfortably on my perch of sweet-smelling hay bales in an attempt to not itch. It was impossible, as I had been settled on the bales since mid-afternoon, and there was hay in places I didn’t even want to think about.

I stared at the door of the single cantina, squashed between a rocky outcropping and the ruins of a Rebel-held base. Most of the regulars had found their way in, but I was more interested in the one that stood out from all the rest of the Imp sympathizers and bantha ranchers; a Mandalorian in full, shining beskar had landed in my neck of the woods, and I wanted to find out why.

If he was looking for me, well. I was going to have a hard time explaining the reasons I stole a slave ship from my boss and then let them loose on a newly-colonized moon on the Outer Rim. It wasn’t a good story, and I didn’t come out of it unscathed, but I did the best for those people with the tools I was given and I wouldn’t do anything to change the fact that I gave them freedom.

My boss didn’t look at it that way, and before I knew it, I was on all the wanted lists in the ruled galaxy. Which is why being on a no-named moon, surrounded by bantha pastures, was the least worst thing that could've happened.

Grumbling under my breath, I wriggled further into my little shelter. The sun was setting behind me, and the light cast an eerie rosy glow on the people closing up their shops for the night. The village was small compared to most, and smaller still for the amount of Stormtroopers and Imperial officials lurking about in groups of three or better. They patrolled the streets after dark in a guise of keeping peace and order, but everyone knew that they were planning something. No one knew what it was, but word had spread from neighboring moons that the Imps were flocking to the area. Nowhere was safe from the Empire’s reach, even when they were defeated and in shambles.

Once the sun went down all the way, the humid, oppressive heat would dissipate, leaving behind a damp chill that would last until the next dawn. Pulling a couple of loose flakes of hay on top of me for warmth, I propped my chin in my hands and waited impatiently for the Mandalorian to show himself again.

Near dawn, not long after many of the bantha ranchers had tramped from the warmth of their beds and to the ramshackle collection of barns and sheds out near the landing field - and thus downwind from the most of the community - the Mandalorian made his appearance.

Broad, square and sturdy, the warrior looked the part of the fearsome legends. His beskar was shiny, with barely a dent to be seen. The cloak he wore, although tattered and full of blaster holes, looked well-made, and the weapons he carried - a Westar-34 and an amban rifle - were clean and in good repair. Without a look back, he strode through the quiet thoroughfare and disappeared down an alley.

Well frag.

Other than just to quench my curiosity, what I wanted more than anything was a ride off this Imp haven. The Mandalorian would have a ship that could take me off-moon, and even if I was his quarry, it was better than rotting amongst the bantha kung. Stiffly vaulting from the stack of hay, I shook the kinks from my joints and sped after the Mandalorian.

Following the same route I saw him take, I trailed the warrior to a set of squat, ovoid huts. He’d disappeared inside, and once more I waited impatiently, but this time in the shadows of a woodshed. From time to time, I touched the amulet hanging from the thin silver chain at the base of my throat, reassuring myself the body-warmed pendant was still there. This Mando wasn’t the first one I’d ever laid eyes on, as my caretaker had been of the Way. He had taught me what he could before he left me, a solid, steady protector fleeing into the night. The thought of him still hurt, but it had been years ago, many parsecs in the past, and it was easier to push down and out of the way of more important emotions.

My nerves ticked upwards when I caught sight of the warrior in the window of the foremost hut. Heart fluttering and stomach in my throat, I took slow, smooth steps farther back into the shed until I was pressed up against a mouldering wood pile. I watched, caged and frozen as the Mandalorian stayed in the frame of the opening for a few more minutes. Head spinning, I released a hiss of a sigh and began to take slow, deep breaths to calm myself. I wasn’t going to do myself any favors by passing out before I could find out where the Mando was headed.

As the minutes dragged on, I continued my deep, even breath until the blanket covering the hut opening twitched and the Mandalorian stepped out. I took a few more breaths, biding my time to make sure he had a head start on me. ------ It was a long ambling walk to the outer reaches of the small farming village. My nose was clogged from the stench of moofs, and I’m pretty sure that was bantha droppings and not mud I’d stepped in a while back, but I kept my pace to a casual walk. From the looks of things, the Mandalorian was headed for the shipyard. Not a surprise, but I figured he’d’ve stayed a little longer. Either way, I was going to get a ride on his ship. Eagerness gnawed at my guts and my legs, but rushing would call attention to me, and I didn't really want to be noticed.

At the last set of farm buildings before the vast openness of the docking ports, I paused to watch a group of younglings chase an aired up moof bladder. There was a skirmish, a pile of small wriggling bodies, and then a shriek of triumph as a tiny Trandoshan Ingling held the dusty bladder above its broad scaly head. It hissed a shrill challenge at its companions, and they all fell about the place giggling and scrabbling for the champion.

I smiled at their innocence, watching for a minute longer as the group split into predetermined teams, and the game began again. Pivoting away from the revelry, I dodged between two outbuildings, bantha barns from the smell of them. Looking over my shoulder one last time, I turned to stroll down the empty alley.

That’s when I ran into the Mandalorian. Or, more correctly, his outstretched arm.

The breath knocked out of me, a bruise blooming across my chest, I lay in the dust with the trash and the dung at the feet of the Mandalorian. Staring up dazedly, I gasped painfully and brought a shaky hand up to rub the grime from my face. My other hand palmed the short dagger tucked into the straps of my cuisses. The plan was to stow away on the ship, but plans changed, and getting clotheslined in a dirty alleyway happened to change those plans for the worse.

“I don’t want to have to kill you,” I finally hissed. My chest felt heavy and my breathing was short as I brought the palmed dagger up to my chest, next to the pendant. “But I will if you ever do that again.”

The helmeted head angled sideways and the Mandalorian took me in. “I am ordered by the Guild to bring you in,” he rasped, tossing a puck onto my stomach. A hologram image smiled goofily back at me, all of my identities, crimes and locations printed plainly underneath.

Raising my head up to look at it, I grimaced and fell back into the dirt. “Frag.”

The neat scroll under my beaming hologram face told anyone who knew how to read that I was a notorious pirate who’d stolen a cargo-full of indentured servants from an innocent merchant to sell on the slave market.

Not completely untrue, but just enough so that it made me angry.

“It’s kinda hard to be a pirate of any sort when I don’t even have a ship, much less one full of supposed indentured servants,” I muttered to no one in particular. “I’ll accept the charges of stealing that ship and rescuing the people on it, but I’m drawing a line at ‘pirate’ and ‘slaver’ and ‘innocent merchant’s indentured servants.’ My boss is anything but blameless, and the servants were innocents tricked into slavery. I couldn’t not help them.”

The Mandalorian grunted solemnly and bumped my shoulder with the steel toe of his boot.

“Alright, alright. I’m getting up,” I replied, deftly sliding the tiny dagger into the sleeve of my tunic before holding my hands up and getting to my knees. The law was not on my side, never had been. But there was a small chance I could talk, or fight, my way out of this. I bowed my head, wishing mightily that I knew a little more about hand-to-hand combat. I’m okay with knives, but when I only had a small dagger to start a fight with, even I knew that I was no match for a fully-geared Mando.

I took a bit longer than necessary, slumped on my knees with my head down, silently assessing the situation at hand. More than likely, my two-timing bantha fodder boss Mihcas put out a bounty. And it wouldn’t surprise me if he’d indicated he’d rather have me dead than alive; I’d freed a bunch of his cargo on a rebel-held moon, completely destroying both of our reputations and saving the lives of a dozen people destined for hard labor on one of the Imperial exo-planets. Half of them had been children, for Force’s sake. It didn’t sit right with me to send a bunch of younglings to their subsequent deaths when their biggest crime was existing. So when I had the chance to make a difference, I took it by the balls and jumped into hyperdrive right across the nose of my boss’s ship. It was reckless, but the scream of rage that came on the radio before I left him behind was priceless.

Any idea I had for escape flew from my head when the Mandalorian picked me up by the neck and shoved me into the mudbrick barn’s wall. My head banged painfully against the reddish yellow stone, and I felt the tiny dagger slip from my sleeve to clatter harmlessly to the ground. The hand crushing my windpipe flexed in irritation, and I found myself lifted off my feet. The newly-risen sun gleamed an angry red off the bounty hunter’s helmet. I couldn’t help but squint as I scrabbled for purchase against the wall, fingertips and knuckles bloodied and raw when I finally brought them around to grasp his wrist.

A blaster appeared suddenly, digging into my ribs, its quiet hum letting me know it was charged and loaded. Not that I could do anything about it. Black spots danced in my vision from the lack of oxygen going to my brain, so it was easy for me to ignore little things like a gun shoved in my belly in favor of more pressing issues. Like not losing consciousness.

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold,” the Mandalorian threatened, fingers tightening around my throat.

Opening my mouth, I tried to form words, but my brain had a difficult time remembering even the most basic tasks. The bounty hunter squeezed his fingers one more time before letting go. I landed on my knees, panting open mouthed. It took a moment for me to regain all the proper motor functions, allowing the oxygen stinging my damaged throat to resaturate my bloodstream and sharpen my addled brain. The Mandalorian stood a few feet away from me, left hand resting on his belt buckle while the other held the blaster at his side. He seemed relaxed under all that armor, but the fingers of his left hand tapped an impatient tattoo on his belt.

Sucking in all the air I could before it went out of style, I closed my eyes and concentrated on steadying my racing heart.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out.

The Mandalorian cleared his throat.

Right. That.

In a false attempt to stand, I stumbled against the barn wall and fell back to my hands and knees in the dust, landing hard and awkward so’s not to alert him to anything fishy. Like retrieving my knife. It was stealthily tucked into one of the many pockets on the leg of my jumpsuit before I actually tried to stand.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. This hunter had less patience than me, which was saying something. Straightening upright, I pushed off the wall one-handed until I was face-to-face with the bounty hunter. I pasted the most innocent grin on my face I could conjure up at the moment, spreading my hands wide in front of me, palms out to show that I harbored no ill-will or weapons.

“I am not the pirate you seek.” I widened my eyes in what I hoped was a trustful look.

“Hands. Now.”

“I guess you did take my breath away, but don’t you think it’s a little soon to walk out in public together?” I teased humorlessly before complying. Hands out, wrists together, don’t make any sudden moves or relax any muscles. “Would it help if I told you my evil twin made me do it?” Not exactly a lie, since half the things I did were under the influence in one form or the other. “I’m by no means innocent of some of the things you're accusing me of, but more than half of that is made up or exaggerated beyond belief.”

The cuffs were roughly locked into place, and I flexed my hands experimentally. They were tight, but not so much so that I’d lose feeling in my hands later. It’s a small thing to be glad that this bounty hunter showed a little kindness with my bonds.

“Move,” the bounty hunter said, jabbing me in the ribs again with the blaster.

The hot, boiling rage that had built up over the last few weeks bubbled up the back of my wounded throat. I swallowed it loudly. “I don’t know where you want me to go.” Not exactly the truth, but he didn’t need to know that.

Sighing heavily, the Mando put a gloved hand on my shoulder, shoving me none too gently in the direction of the docks.

Cursing my luck, I looked blankly at my original destination. “More than one way to skin a womp-rat, I guess,” I muttered under my breath, and began the uphill trek to a ship that would hopefully make good on its promise to get me the frag out of here.

[subloganrights]

A list of prompts...

...from the asks of my old sanders sides smut blog that I will never get around to writing for one reason or another, so, feel free to take them and use them in whatever way you want. (And feel free to tag me too)

[Sorry if any of these prompts are yours, yes some are very old, but I’ve either had no inspiration for them, dislike the ship for it now (in the case of prinxiety prompts), I simply have been unable to write them, or I’ve got something very similar already in the works]

prompt: patton x virgil with a daddy kink and some spanking? maybe patton punishing him for being bad or talking back-- or for teasing him to much. (i love the headcanons where patton is secretly kinky and that his entire personality changes in bed--) this is my first time asking for a prompt on a smut blog so sorry if its to kinky (or not kinky enough-- )

Prompt: Virgil taking care of Patton, not necessarily because Patton needs it, but because Virgil wants to. Virgil kissing, cuddling, praising, and loving on Patton (NSFW). Maybe body worship?

Prompt: Virgil accidentally bursting out to Roman: "I just had the weirdest dream about you and now i can’t stop imagining what you’d look like naked"

“Tie my jacket around your waist? Gross-! Just because you couldn’t hold it doesn’t mean I have to get my clothes soiled, too.” Virgil is the one who pissed himself, he washing his jacket or something already so he asked for Roman's jacket.

Prompt: “If you hadn’t drank so much everytime we go somewhere, you wouldn’t have had this problem…” if you’re up for it maybe Princiety? Thank you! I love your writing so much ❤️

Prompt: Sugardaddy au, Moxiety - Virgil is an art major at college and he wants to become an art teacher, but it's really hard for him because of his anxiety. He has a job that doesn't pay too well, but it's okay and he does art commissions for money, but he doesn't sleep or eat enough and is constantly stressed. So when he meets Patton and they get to know each other, Patton offers to be his Sugardaddy, but Virgil refuses. He always has been always will be. Patton continues to insist.

oneshot: virgil goes to see roman in a show and roman sneaks him backstage and dresses him in a costume and fucks virgil in it and makes him cum multiple times

Prompt: so Idk if you've looked at the omorashi tag recently put there us a post ralking about 'voodoo bladder control' and I was wondering if you could write a fic witg roman controlling virgil's bladder all day and V just losing it because "oh my God roman pleaseeee" but he can't do anything cause the group is spending time together and virgil is so embarrassed. I hope this makes sense, also love your blog btw it's amazing💙💙

Prompt: Three of the Sides tied down, vibrating cock rings on each of them. The one Side not tied up is dominating them all, teasing them further and further till all of them are begging messes. Each one tied down trying to please the dom the most so that they could finally cum.

Plz write a fic (or hc you choose fam) of the dom pat wanting sub Virge to scream for him. I beg💜

Fic prompt: strong Patton and needy verge. Virgil's a jittery mess and he needs something but getting off alone isn't helping. Que Pat walking in on the writhing whining mess that is virgil on the bed and just instantly picks him up. Of course this causes him to wrap his legs around the elder side. Long story short pat fucking him hard up against the wall is exactly what he needs 💜

Prompt: Remy and a side of your choosing indulging in some mild bondage and somnopholia

Prompt anon here sorry I haven't been online until now. I'm used to people /wanting/ vague prompts so I'm sorry for that. Maybe some moxiety with Virgil asking/begging Patton to do something and getting told to do it himself. (I.e., wanting to be fucked and ending up riding Patton and doing the work etc)

Prinxiety Prompt: "You look so helpless. How does it feel not having the upper hand?" When Virgil decides that he's gonna top Roman, and Roman talks a big game about how Virgil don't break him but uhh...... He breaks

Hello again! I’m the somnophilia Logince anon. Okay so maybe Logan and Roman are cuddling and then Roman ‘falls asleep’ and somehow tells (maybe Morse code or something) Logan that he wants to do this so Logan just sucks roman off and whispering ‘please don’t wake up’

Can you do a fic where Patton makes Virgil wear a vibrator and has a control for it and loves to set it off at random times?... Sometimes even in public. He does it when he doesn't listen to him. Virgil tries not to be turned on or react buuuut it doesn't work.

OH OKAY basically Logan and Roman are arguing about who can do things better and it goes from “i can make decisions better than you” to “at least I’m better at kissing” and then all the way to “i ride dick better than anyone” and it’s very sexually and frustration charged but ends happily post orgasms

prompt: Patton taking Virgil's virginity and it just being really soft and sweet 💕

Then could you do some logince knifeplay? Like power bottom Logan riding Roman who’s tied up and he’s using the (dull sided) knife and saying stuff like “Be still, we wouldn’t want to cut up that pretty face of yours.” And “How defenseless you look, a daring prince in the face of danger, moaning and whining for more.”

Omo prinx anon - I just really like the idea of Virgil flipping it around on usually dom roman, both of them surprised at how much they enjoy it. I’m new to omo? So I’m not sure. But maybe some light restraints? Praise/degradation? Roman being the bigger stronger one but Virgil is still completely in control?

Virgil and Patton go out to the mall, and Virgil waits too long to go to the bathroom, and the nearest one is out of order.

Fic: Patton making Virgil his pretty kitty, complete with a tail, ears, and a collar.

Prompt: Logan stressed out by school/finals/homework that one of the others fuck him to relax him enough to sleep.

Hcs or Prompt. Roman and Vergil sharing ice cream. Vergil flicks a spoonful of ice cream on Roman's shirt. say "Guess we gotta remove that shirt." Roman then smears a spoonful of ice cream down Vergil's cheek and across his shoulder. He then licks and sucks his way back up to vergil's mouth.

Yee! A few I have: Virgil gets scared/anxious and doesn’t realize it but he wets himself out of fear? (Could also work for Patton too) Or, on a lighter note, Roman or Patton giggling so hard they wet themselves. :3 (I blame my friend for that last one). Do with them what you wish my pal. -DA

If requests are open, is it possible for you to write a fake-rape prinxiety fic? Consensual non consent or whatever, with dom Virgil? ~ 💛

So um I'm not a fan of omo but prompt: Patton reminding everyone to stay hydrated and when they don't listen, Patton going all Dom on them forcing them to drink water and then things get messy and omo ensues

Logince and some accidental bondage + some sleepy sex (waking up to a blowjob and being so tangled in the sheets that they're technically restrained)

I'd die for some Remy getting recked, probably by Roman after he was done of the other's pettiness. Basically the prince trying to tame the brat (?) - Cal

when you have a chance could you do something with virgil getting wrecked, maybe by deciet and sleep, maybe have him cry alittle? Thanks you

Prompt: Roman and Logan deciding to shop online and the first thing to pop up on Romans computer is porn. Graphic porn. They decide to... recreate it - new ask sender whom you can call Louise

roman having a collar that says property of virgil or summin, and virgil finds it and ro is embarrassed but virge loves it!! also like. us petplay enthused fanders are having a field week

Prompt: Roman in a skirt in a train, Logan is with him. Ends up fucking him in public while on the train with a few people here and there in the car.

It's slightly odd but like, reverse daddy kink where Virgil is the one who likes being called "Daddy", along with bondage and a Pat being very loud and whimpery. You can choose the situation

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hold on a little longer

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by darkisthelight

Ben and Rey are involved online. He controls her bladder 24/7. One day, she misses her last chance for a bathroom break. Oops.

Words: 3074, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of reylo wet fics

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars)

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Wetting, Omorashi, Watersports, Holding, bladder desperation, Bladder torture, Daddy Kink, no abdl but a lot of daddy talk, Control, Online Play, fetish lifestyle, Safeword Play, everyone is enthusiastic af even if theyre yelling noooo, this is piss porn, You Have Been Warned, Light pain play I guess, BDSM Vibes

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