Dude, When I Watch Porn, I Always See Little Thumbs Downs On The Videos. What Sad Little Person Clicks

I know I'm reblogging on my kink page, but this is genuinely so beautiful and lovely

Yoooo I just saw such a good prompt.

A witch with one of those peeing statues in the courtyard, but it's actually not just a statue, it's a person who wronged her. She cursed them to be the statue for her. Forever full. Forever desperate. Forever peeing, even hearing their own water sounds hitting the bottom of the fountain, stuck in a state of permanent desperation because it's never enough.

The witch takes the person into her home, pumping them full of water, making them drink and drink and drink, making them watch the fountain until they're on the brink of bursting. No amount of begging gets anywhere, they're forced to hold until their bladder cant even take it anymore, and only then, they're turned to stone. And that stone statue is hoisted up into the middle of the fountain, forever locked in their most desperate state.

The only way to break the curse is if someone wrongs the witch even worse, relieving (ha) her previous statue of their job, bringing in the new culprit.

The old statue, of course, is turned back from stone and their entire bladder is rippling full. Who knows how long it will take to break the habit of peeing whenever they feel the urge, though.

(Low key I kinda wanna make OCs like this fhhfhdb)

I'm learning a second language and I'm currently fantasizing about being forced to hold until I can ask to pee in that language.

I run up to a native speaker, bouncing up and down. In English, I beg them for a toilet. They obviously have *no* idea what I want. How could they? I'm only grabbing my crotch, nearing tears. Pacing back in forth, I get on Google Translate and type in frantically. I just can't seem to get pronunciation right. They cross their arms as my pants darken and I stop trying.

What do I have to do for someone to flood my asks with the humiliating things they would to do me.

Pleaseeee. I’m such a desperate whore. Humiliate and degrade me in my asks

I've been thinking about P*lia omorashi. Does anyone play the game? Cuz I have some neat ideas

Dude, I had no idea that Omo•org was so controversial? I've been on there a good few times, but for certain fics and vids, not browsing.

Love to hear y'all popping off! 🎉

The sexualization of minors in the omo community is so unnecessary and disgusting. Even if it's a theoretical situation where all the characters are 18+ but it takes place in a high school with minor characters involved? EW! Do a college class or studying at the library or something.

It happens so often but nobody says anything (probably bc they're mid-yoink, but still)

PALIA OMORASHI ONESHOT

Hassian had planned to track this Proudhorn Sernuk for weeks. For hours, he had followed its tracks, moving silently. However, he was slowed down by one thing- you. You had offered to tag along since Tau was sick. Without his plumehound’s nose, he would have to work twice as hard to track it. You had selflessly offered to assist him in any way you could, but your footsteps were heavy and your aim… needed work. Hassian would be amused if the stakes were lesser. Nevertheless, he accepted your offer. After a few hours, he set down his bow and quiver.

“You okay?” You asked, self conscious. You knew you were slower and clunkier than him. You ran your hand through your hair as he sighed.

“Yeah. It’s fine. Let’s just set up camp.”

“Okay. What do you want me to do?” You asked, glancing at the moons.

“Do you know how to pitch a tent?” He snapped, but when you nodded he relaxed a bit. “Then pitch the tent. I’ll gather firewood.” He glanced around nervously. He shoved his hands in his pockets quickly and left.

“Do you need help? The sun is setting and it-” Your voice trailed off as he was already out of earshot. “might take too long.”

You pitched the tent effortlessly. Darkness fell over the camp, but there was no sign of Hassian. Growing worried, you headed into the forest. After being spooked by a chapaa in the brush, you finally saw his silhouette, his bow high and an arrow drawn. You crept closer, careful to be quiet. The beautiful deer was eating grass, white and blue light emanating from its body. It was so close, but Hassian did not fire. You could see the profile of his face and in the bright light of the sernuk’s magic, you could see a single tear rolling down Hassian’s face. The moment was tender, intimate, beautiful even. Did the hunter regret killing his prey that badly? Was he afraid to do it? Was he overwhelmed by its beauty? Hassian’s eyes were locked on the animal, but he seemed frozen.

Suddenly, he let out an animalistic moan. The deer perked up before darting away. The only light emanated from Hassian’s torch, propped a few feet away. You grabbed it and ran to him.

“Hassian! Are you alright?” You called as you raced towards him. Horror filled his eyes as he saw you. You stared at him blankly until you understood his distress. His pants were darkening, piss drenching the leather. “Hassian…”

“Stop- don’t look!” His voice dripped with anger and humiliation. He sank to his knees, a puddle forming around him as the dirt struggled to handle the amount of liquid it was being given. You smiled weakly, muttering things like ‘it’s okay’ and other small condolences. Eventually, his stream slowed to a trickle. His face was a deep purple and you suddenly realized you’d never seen a Majiri blush. After a beat of silence, you reached down your hand to help him up.

“Let’s get you into some fresh clothes.” You tried to smile reassuringly. You tried to quell feelings of arousal- not only was it inappropriate in the moment, but you were a bit worried that if you showed any enjoyment, one of his arrows might end up too close for comfort.

“I don’t have any.” He quickly wiped his tears. “When I go on hunting trips, I don’t pack clothes. That would just slow me down.”

“Alright. Well, come on back to camp.” You grasped his hand and pulled him up. He cringed but moved with you. As you both walked back to camp, you heard him sniffle a couple times.

“Go ahead and take those off.” You gestured toward his drenched pants.

“No, no I-” He stammered, horrified.

“What, you want to stay in those?” You raised an eyebrow, starting to chuckle. “Just take them off.” He took them off and stood still in his soaked cotton briefs. You waited expectantly and he stripped them off. He covered himself and you quickly turned.

“Where are you going?” He demanded, fear rising in his voice.

“The river, just a few paces away. Come on, you need a wash.” He followed with his head down, hands gripping his dick and balls. You washed his clothes and he splashed water on his lap and thighs to clean himself up. After a while, you both walked to camp.

“Alright bud, these should be dry by morning. We can find the sernuk when your pants are dry.”

Girls just want to tease someone desperate till they lose control and have an accident in their pants it’s me I’m girls

Literally

more people should be pissing themselves in my inbox. holding until their about to cum and letting go all over their sheets and then reporting back to me about how embarrassed they are. How they looked down at how wet they were between their legs and shivered, how the thought now makes them throb and how much they wanna do it again.

Living amongst rednecks is so weird because we have a 50 something yo man who comes to our house kinda often but doesn't use the toilet. That dude will just walk around to the side of the house and piss when we're front porch sitting.

Am I attracted to him? No. Would I let him fuck me? NO. Would I get on my knees and let him piss in my mouth? Idk, maybe.