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"Are you about to piss yourself?"

Incorrect answer: Uhhhh.... N-No I'm not... *They say as they jolt and hold their crotch and then let out a pathetic whimper as a dark wet patch grows in their crotch*

Correct Answer: No Omo. *Proceeds to piss uncontrollably with a straight face. What are you gonna do about it, bitch?*

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Prompt idea: A has a stomach ache and wants to help their partner, B, who has a specific kink get off.

B is playing a video game and A is cuddling up next to them on the couch, relaxing when they get a faint feeling of a stomach ache, and an idea pops up in their head. “Hey B… can you turn of the game for a minute? I want to ask you something.” A asks quietly. “Yea sure hun. What’s up?” B replies. “I’m kinda getting a stomach ache right now. Would it be ok if I did some things you were into?” A asks, blushing lightly. “Are you sure? I might be really embarrassed and I don’t know if you’d fully be comfy doing that right now…” B replies nervously. “You don’t need to worry B. I don’t mind. I like when you have the space to indulge in your interests without judgement. I’m sure it will be fine.” A replies warmly, trying to be understanding. “Ok… but promise you’ll stop me if I get too weird…” B replies, flushed from embarrassment. A then begins to snuggle right next to B, after B gets a vibrator from their bedroom and cuddles A back, looking down at the floor with embarrassment. A starts stroking their lower stomach and looking right into Bs eyes as they lift their right leg and let a hot rumbly fart escape, squinting their eyes and letting a low moan out from relief. “Ahh.. that helped the pain a bit..” A said, blushing. B couldn’t help but slightly moan in satisfaction from how good it was for them to watch them fart. B never liked harping on it too much, but oh they loved hearing A’s relief when they had to go to the bathroom. “Oooh I have a couple really big ones..” A then proceeded to let out 4 really bubbly farts, grunting and moaning after each fart tapers off. “Mmm… there we go..” B says as he slowly begins to really get going, as he uses the vibrator over his underwear. A kept letting out bigger and hotter farts as the time went on, while continuing to rub their belly to make B more excited. A then proceeds to let out a really hot silent fart, squeezing their stomach as it was released. “Sorry if you didn’t hear that one, I have diarrhea.. and I’m gonna poop real soon…” A teased, looking at B seductively. Bs eyes begin to flutter from excitement as they turned the up the vibrator to get closer, while looking at A right in their eyes. “Are you gonna fart some more..?” B asks, as they get closer to an orgasm. A then proceeds to let out a really warm diarrhea fart, as they feel the poop right at the tip of their bottom. “Ugh.. that fart felt so good B… I just want to keep pushing…” A whispered, right by Bs ears. B is practically salivating at the thought of A pooping their pants, and can’t hold themselves back anymore. “Oh god yes… please do.. I wanna see it so bad..” B says, about to cum. A then proceeds to squint their eyes and push out a large wave of diarrhea right on the couch next to B, as sighs and hums of relief escape their breath with each push. “Ughn… fucking finally… that feels way better..” A moans. “Ugh fuck.. I’m cumming..!” B says before orgasming, his eyes fluttering and body shaking from the release.

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imagine fucking your fave’s ass from behind (with a cock or strapon) while they have a full bladder. Halfway through, they gasp that they really have to go. You keep thrusting, leaning to murmur in their ear.

“Piss yourself for me?”

They moan. They’re near bursting. They can’t hold on much longer, and they know it. So they agree, as clearly as they can in their current condition.

Your fave tries to let go, but instinctively clenches up to stop pee from escaping. They’re shaking desperately by now, more aroused then ever, genitals squeezing helplessly, ass tightening up. Just then, the angle shifts and you thrust pushing hard against their bladder. That does it. With a little choked whimper, they let go and piss all over themselves and the bed.

The stream seems to go on forever, with you relentlessly fucking their clenched ass all through. When the piss eventually slows to a trickle and stops, you touch their back softly and whisper about how good they’ve been for you. Then you slip your hand down to their sopping crotch and get them off. They come shuddering in a puddle of their own piss.

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When you're fucking someone that has to piss, hearing them whine about how they can't hold it, each thrust hitting right up against their poor aching bladder

But you don't stop, oh no, hearing the broken moans only spur you on, pounding into them harder and harder until you hear that final embarrassed squeak leave their lips as the first spurt comes out

They try so hard to stop, their muscles tightening and fluttering as much as they can but it's not enough when you're hammering into them mercilessly, small spurts turning into a stream, and a stream turning to a gush as they moan and finally relieve all that pent up pressure

They're so lost in the relief that they don't realize how close they are, their hips bucking back onto you further until suddenly they're cumming around you, the climax hitting them like a ton of bricks. You follow suit soon after, stilling your hips and burying yourself deep inside them, filling them up nice and full

Then, of course, there are lots of cuddles and aftercare as you fall asleep in each other's arms😩❤️

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Oh no, who thoughts all that water would have consequences 😔 I was bored and wanted to draw a bit so here, have an oc that pisses themelf. 😌 (don't worry they're enjoing themselves mouhahaha) And some close ups :

Any way, good day to everyone pissing passing by :D

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the Prince sat at the head of the table listening to the councilors of the kingdom. At least he pretended to listen. He had at the beginning of the council session, he really had, but that had been hours ago. The men had droned on and on about expenditures and taxes and all the while the Prince’s bladder had swollen inside of him.

Now all he could do was try nodded his head as he focused on not squirming in his seat. Fuck. He had to piss. He shouldn’t have drunken so much of the water. Throughout the meeting his loyal cupbearer had been quick to never let his goblet fall empty, and with each monotoned analysis on tariffs with the neighboring kingdom, the prince had absent kindly took one sip after another till he had filled his bladder to bursting.

the Prince grimaced. It felt like a massive wine skin was balancing in his lap. The pressure was agonizing. The Prince’s breaths took up a swallower beat as he bounced the balls of his feet. His legs shook and beneath the table his legs twists around one another. Ahh. Fuck. He was a grown man darn it. He could hold it, he just had to make it through this meeting. There was no way he was going to excuse himself like a child. He winced as his bladder seized. His fist tightened against the table.

“Does Your Highness not approve of the canal expansion?” Asked one of the councilor, misinterpreting the Prince’s desperation for anger at whatever proposal he had just submitted.

“Sire, If I may, the expansion of the canal would be vital to the kingdom, particularly the lower wetlands.”

The Prince squeezed his eyes stuck. The Word wetlands sloshed around in his head. Despite himself he grounded his knees together.

“Right now the canal allows only a trickle of trade, but with a bigger wider passage of water , we could flood the lower wetland with all kind of goods, and with all the gold we’d have enough to fill the palace fountains with wine, I assure you the waters are are our key to success. If we do this results will come gushing in—“

“Alright!” The Prince snapped, a whimper in his throat, as he found himself ready to plead with the man to stop talking. Every word had been like a squeeze on his bladder. The images of rushing waters, of fountains spraying arch’s, AahH! It was all too much, the prince whimpered, jamming a hand between his legs, looking at the councilors who looked back at him in confusion. The prince let out is gasp as some of his piss squirted out, leaking into his underwear, spraying the material with his hot golden pee before he clamped down on his crotch, stopping bit. A dark wet spot, small the size of a prince formed on his trousers.

“I-I agree with the c-canal expansion ,” the prince said hastily, desperate, in more ways than one, to end the meeting. “Is that all?”

“Thank you sire, that is a wise decision-“

The Prince bit back a moan shifting in his seat. Slamming a fist against the table. He could feel the volume of piss bearing down his shaft, hitting the floodgates of his bladder like a besieging arm, it slammed into wave after wave. He wasn’t sure how many waves he could enduring. He fidgeted. “I said is that all?”

“y-yes, sire—“

“Then go! You have my orders, go, go!” The prince waved for the councilors to leave, feeling his own words squeeze his bladder. He had to go. Gahh! Fuck he had to go so bad! He need a chamber bot. He needed one now! He’s Al even settle for that blasted pitcher of water! Anything, anything at all he could empty his aching overfull bladder. Anywhere but in his pants!

The gods it seemed had other plans for him. The moment the last of the councilors was out of the room, the Prince lost all sense of decorum. He had to pee! The fierce mannered prince was hon, replaced with a prince on the verge of tears in his desperation to pee. He moaned, jamming both his hands between his legs, squirming and writhing in his chair with abandon, his faces turning red as he moaned and whimpered like a slut as he desperately tried to hold back his impending accident.

“No! No-nnononono!” Cried the Prince has he crossed his legs, bouncing desperately in his seat. He couldn’t get up! His bladder was so full, so heavy, he knew the instant he tried to stand it would all come gushing out! “Fuck! No! This can’t be happening! Please, Please! Gaahhh!” The Prince felt another squirt shoot out into his underwear. He was losing control. “Please! Don’t let me piss myself! Fuck! I-I can’t! Hold it!”

“Your Highness?”

the Prince was for a moment taken out of his seated potty dance as he looked up, realizing that while the councilors were gone, he was not yet alone. There was the cupbearer, eyes wide as he stared at the state of his prince, and there, in his hands, frozen in shock, was that damn water pitcher.

The Prince lost all control over his bodily functions as his bladder burst, and a surge of hot golden piss came surge out of his cockhead. His mouth opened as he moaned in ecstasy as he gave up and piss his pants, feeling the gushing torrent of pee quickly overwhelm his underwear and soak through his pants. He pants, whimpering bad pee gushed and gush and GUSHED out of him, floodingbhis pants and the seat between his legs. It pour out like a golden river, pooling beneath him, soaking his trousers and turn the thin fabric see through. Yet she was still peeing. He shudder, gasping and moaning as more piss rushed out of him, emptying his bladder with avengement. Soon the chair could not contain its and it filled up, pouring over the sides and cascading down to the floor like a fountain. The prince dropped his head down to the table, embarrassment and humiliation filling him as his bladder emptied all over the floor, running in rivulets down his legs and over the sides of the chair till the prince was left sitting in a lake of his own piss.

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hey! I seen your most recent fic and was wondering if you potentially had any interest in roleplaying? Just wanted to check here before I shot a DM!

yeah, totally

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brain: so u have a new fav i see

me: ye

brain: imagine them pissing themselves

me: god dammit god uf ckig n dammi t

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Ser Bron Omo headcanons (Game of Thrones)

Does he show when he needs to go?

He's been a knight for so long that he's mastered hiding when he's uncomfortable or in pain. It's almost impossible to tell unless you're really paying attention.

Is he shy about it?

Fuck no. Even before he was a knight, he never had any problem announcing that he needs to relieve himself and walk off. If he even walks off. He has no shame. He's fairly vocal about it too and usually tells anyone around him when he needs to go.

Would he piss outside?

Absolutely because he doesn't have a choice. He has probably peed outside more than inside. He usually opts to go behind a tree or a bush.

How does he phrase it?

"Make waters", "take a piss"

How does he hold it?

When he starts to get really really desperate, he'll cross his legs and stand bent over slightly at the waist. He also bounces his legs and shifts from foot to foot.

Has he had accidents before?

Yes. Why do you think he prefers less armor? Part of the reason is because it's hard to get it off when you're dying for a piss. There were many accidents where he would have made it if it weren't for his armor getting in the way.

Is he embarrassed?

No. Bron is so respected that he knows no one is going to think less of him for having an accident. He would write it off as "shit happens" and move on.

How often does he get desperate?

Somewhat often. He often gets carried away with drinking wine and putting off his need because he's confident in his ability to hold it.

What does he do when he has an accident?

He brushes it off or laughs it off. He's not embarrassed in the slightest. He's seen enough men wet themselves to be desensitized to it. He tries to change clothes as soon as he can though because he doesn't enjoy walking around in his own piss.

What are subtle signs that he needs to go?

He starts to get really quiet and withdraws himself. If he's on a horse, he'll press his crotch against the saddle horn to help hold it or fidget in the saddle to relieve some pressure.

I love making these headcanons honestly, they're so fun.

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Another nerd comes begging to be exposed as a whitey tighty beta as he hangs by his own little undies 😂

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not sure how we feel about wedgies on this account but ive been thinking of receiving a hanging wedgie while needing to take a big shit sooooo much lately… being surrounded by a group of bullies and being laughed at while you’re grunting and pushing out massive logs into your cute tighty whities, just leaving them to rest against your ass.. maybe when they FINALLY let you down, they press the dirty undies right up to your face and make you take a biiiiiiig sniff 🩷

this is SOO good anon my god.. them pointing and giggling as you squirm, unable to do nything but pant and whine as you dangle in the air and can’t hold it anymore. can’t do anything but unload into your panties for all their viewing pleasure. the audible crackling noises as your adorable tighty whities start to sag. the sounds of phone cameras flashing nd howling laughter before they finally let u down, making you sniff the steaming, soggy thing as if ur not humiliated enough already🥴 and they’ve got it alllll on tape, too. just in case they ever need someone else’s dirty underwear for u to sniff and lick.

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Making someone wrap their legs around you while their desperate is so underated. All squirmy and they can't even cross their legs, grinding themselves into you just to hold it in a little longer. And when they finally loose control and have an accident, you get too tease them about pissing all over you. Yes please.

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you should make tboys pee their pants btw. its enrichment for them

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The Prince and the Knight

“oh— Mhmm!” The prince moaned as he hurried as much as he could through the castle halls, his gloved right hand jammed between his legs. He really needed to piss! The prince moaned again as he turned the corner and caught sight of his private chamber, his knight standing guard before the door.

“Everything all right sir?” Asked the knight as the prince approached, forcing himself to stand up straight. The prince looked up at the bigger man, and opened his mouth to tell him to get out of the way. His bladder felt like an over stuffed water skin and threatened to burst at the seems. A few small leaks had escaped the prince, leaving small stains on his underwear but he still had time. Rapidly dwindling time. Gah! He screamed in his head. He couldn’t wait to stand over the chamber pot and whip out his cock and spray it.

The prince tensed as his bladder spasmed and sent a torrent of per straight down his shaft. The prince let out a slutty moan as he again was forced to jam his hands between his legs grabbing his crotch in a tight grip. He bent and folded in on himself, whimpering as he stood up on the tips of his toes. Fuck! Fuck! Ahh!

“what’s wrong?” Asked the knight, rushing to the Prince’s side. “Are you hurt?”

the prince shook his head, his face blushing red. How could he tell him that he was seconds away from pissing his pants? Ahh! The Prince pushed the knight away and stumbled to the door before stopping.

“ahhAHHH!” The prince half shouted and half moaned as he reached for the door handle. “I-I-I c-can’t hold it! I am gonna piss myself!”

“oh no!” The knight moved to grab the prince, ready to carry him to the chamber pot— but alas— he was too slow and too late.

HSSSSSSS!

The sound of a pipe springing a leak was deafening in the corridor as the dam holding back the Prince’s bladder broke! The prince let out a gasp and a high pitch squeal as hot warm gold piss invaded his pants, flooding his underwear. It gushed out like a river, soaking the fabric and running down in rivulets over his hands that remained weakly cupping his leaking crotch. A dark stain spread out afrom his crotch on the royal’s fine garments. Before twin gold cascades of the Prince’s pee fell down his legs. A massive puddle forced in the Prince���s boots and on the stone floor.

The prince moaned as he as he slammed a fist against the bed chamber door, his body relaxing as he gave up. A second wave of piss poured out of him shoot straight through the over saturated underwear and trousers to arc downward to the floor. The Prince’s face was flushed red with embarrassment while the knight watched his charge wet himself.

the prince continued to pee his pants for what felt like forever till finally the stream stop and he was left bent over standing in a puddle of his own urine. The prince shimmered as he turned to the knight.

“C-Could you fetch me some new pants?”

“of course”

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i have this fantasy of someone putting their cock in my ass while i’m desperate to piss myself and them emptying their bladder inside of me, filling my ass with hot piss with a ragged groan of relief. i have to hold it as long as i can while still holding my own piss too. then i’m pushed against a wall and choked while they press hard against my bladder. imagining holding both their piss and my piss inside me. but i’m so full and so close to bursting. they growl in my ear, demanding i hold while they alternate between fingering my pussy and pressing so hard against my bladder until…. i’m just gushing, desperate and crying in relief and embarrassment. not only is my own piss bursting from my swollen pussy, but i begin leaking from my ass too, the ring of muscle so stretched out and abused, I can’t hold their piss anymore and i let it all out with a humiliating fart.

hope someone enjoys that 😈

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Working at a gas station has it perks. For example, when a hunky guy pulls over and walks in, already looking distressed and uncomfortable in his skin tight jeans. 

He asks me where the restrooms are. I try not to smile when I point to them with a gesture of my head. The door is locked, the little sign indicating they’re being cleaned hanging from the knob. “You think they’ll be done soon?” he asks me. “Probably a couple of minutes,” I reply.

He doesn’t waste time and goes to wait right in front of the men’s room’s door. I can tell he’s trying to appear calm, but he’s not being too succesful. He just can’t stand still, constantly shifting his weight on his feet and running a hand over his face, whipping the sweat on his forehead.

Someone else walks in and orders a coffee. Just perfect. The coffee gushes out loudly from the machine and I can hear him whispering ‘fuck!’ as he turns his back at me, most likely trying to ignore the sound. 

He squeezes his crotch and looks at the time on his watch, probably calculating how long he’s been waiting already. It’s hardly been a minute and I can almost hear the alarms going off in his brain. WARNING: BLADDER OVERLOAD.

His body can’t wait any longer. It needs relief. He knocks on the door, hastily. “Hello?” He calls for the cleaning staff inside, “I need to come in right now, please!” 

He gets no response.

He tries again. Knocking on harder, almost shouting. “Please! Let me in!” The door doesn’t open. Some heads turn towards him, some quiet laughs can be heard. 

“Fuck!” He screams, his hand dashing to his crotch, “No!” 

It’s too late. He takes his hand away for a brief moment to inspect the damage. I can see it too. A wet spot has appeared and its growing fast. Frantic, he tries to force the door open, without luck.

“Goddamit!” he shouts as he storms off. I can follow his movements on the security cam’s screen. Holding his wet groin constantly, he runs to the back of the store, looks around, pulls out his cock -nice and big -and starts pissing like a race horse. So much fucking piss. Even I am surprised.

I’m quickly distracted by another customer. A handsome beefy guy in a business suit. He’s holding his own toilet paper roll.

“Excuse me. Where’s the bathroom?” he asks me.

“Over there,” I grin, “They’re cleaning them now, though.”

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finding your blog randomly was wack as hell because I too am a masc 19 year old virgin verse/switch

Anyways weird clone things aside:

thoughts on sub knights/dom royalty? I mean, I get it, I get the appeal of sub princes and the role being seem as more dainty and less harsh than a knight

but think about it, Knights swore to serve. They’re there to kneel at their ruler’s feet and do as they command. Sure, they can be rough and they’re fighters and they’re meant to be all strong, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be subs. Doesn’t even mean they need to top either, maybe bottoming is good for them, it’s like reinforcing good behavior with a treat

YES. I LOVE THIS. SO MUCH. I don't know if it's technically role reversal or subversion, but that is SO my thing.

This is so hot. They are their prince's, after all. They're loyal to them, and will do anything for them. They can take off their armor and hang their swords up, and be their love's toy for a night.