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SadisticSoftie

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    Bathroom Control
    Bedwetting
    Hyper wetting
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    Master / Slave
    Pee drinking
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    Tail pulling
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  1. Some gay Ace Attorney shit. This is a bit more focused on the humiliation aspect rather than the desperation/wetting, so a lil different than I typically do. Basically, our lawyer man has a lil accident and his pride is demolished to the point of a mental breakdown. Very humiliation kink indulgent. The bathroom was occupied. This was it. Edgeworth could feel himself loosing control already. Despite his internal pleas not to do something so degrading in front of him, of all people, his body was starting to give out. All the energy he was using to hold back the flow was running out. His hands grasped at his knees and he shot a pitiful look to Phoenix, who just stood and watched in shock as the prosecutors pants began to dampen, his knees buckling beneath him. Not a word was spoken when Miles fell to his hands and knees into his own puddle, exhausted from the, now useless, straining. Not even when he moaned and panted as the flow ceased. Phoenix couldn't see his face. It was pointed down and obscured by his hair, but what he could see, was the mans frame trembling and shrinking into itself. "P-Please...Wright...Leave, now," Edgeworth's breaking voice ended the silence, breaking further with each word, "Please, go..." "Edgeworth...I," Phoenix approached with caution, "Are you hurt? D-Do you need help?" "Ugh! No and no! Just leave!" Miles broke down. Tears streaming down his face as sobs shook his body, "Just go, please! This is mortifying enough!" "Uh-Hey! Hey, wait! It's ok! It's..." Phoenix softened his tone, "...It's ok...Miles," kneeling beside him, he placed a tender hand on his back, ignoring the smell of urine, "It's alright...it's not your fault. It's nothing to be ashamed of, " he began rubbing circles into the others back, "Take some deep breaths." "I'm, so sorry, Wright..." Edgeworth could only cry harder. Phoenix embraced him.
  2. [My first post in a while, now. It's refreshing to be able to put something out after so long! I've gotten really into Obey Me since I last posted on here, so I did this!] =That scene where MC finds Mammon tied up and crying at night but he has to piss really bad. (MC uses they/them)= MC treaded lightly, the whimpering and sniffling seemed to be coming from here...peaking around the edge, Mammon could be seen strung up by his midsection, his arms pinned to either side. He was squirming a fair amount, his legs shuffling and folding over each other indecisively, tears trickling down his face a stifled moan escaped him as he clenched his thighs tightly. MC, feeling pity for the demon, stepped into view, muttering his name. "Ah! MC! P-please, please help me! Y-ya gotta get me down! Hurry, please, please!! I c-can't wait much longer! It's startin' to hurt!" "What's starting to hurt? Can’t wait for what?" MC played dumb, starting to be aroused by Mammon's desperate pleas. Mammon's lower lip trembled. "UUuugghh...please don't make me say it!" Mammon began to cry harder, his body jolting with each sweet sob, "It's too much! Fuck! PLEASE! I'm gonna explode! Just get me down already! I'm not kiddin' around!" Mammon was shaking, thick tears landing on the floor with little plinking sounds. A pang of guilt stabbed through MC and they carefully helped Mammon down from his restraints. The poor thing was groaning and wiggling the whole time, occasionally begging MC to hurry. As soon as Mammon's feet hit the ground, his hands dug between his legs. He stayed like that, panting and shivering. "Are you alright?" MC placed a hand on his back. "I...Can't walk...I'll p-pee," Mammon sniffled, his voice almost down to a whisper, cheeks burning red. MC took him by the shoulders and let him lean on them. "Come on. Let's just take it easy and shuffle to the bathroom. You can do it, Mammon!" "Unnngh! MC...I hate to say this, but It's so full I can barely k-keep it in! It really hurts, ya know! E-even my s-s-sides are startin' to burn..." He gulps and suddenly lurches, "I...I-I'm-!! NOOooo!!" He grabs at their shirt with a free hand and buries his face into their torso as his legs go weak. Letting out a muffled, but still loud grunting moan. Urine patterns down his pants, forcefully gushing through his fingers. With the amount of fluid, MC couldn't imagine the kind of effort it must have taken for those little pinching muscles to hold it all back. Mammon's body was starting to go weak with the sensations of relief. They held him up and continued to let him cry and moan into their chest as the urine forced itself out. "There you go...it's ok. Don't worry about anything. It's dangerous to hold that much, anyways…” "B-but, Lucifer," Mammon hiccuped through tears, shaking as he tried to stop his stream despite the already obvious soaking of his pants and the floor beneath. He struggled to speak through sobs, "a-and he's g-gonna- hff- ugh! Everyone's gonna m-make fun of me, a-a-and it's gonna be r-really e-em-emb-b- arrassing!" "Shhhh, darling. I won't let that happen, alright? I've got you..." MC spoke words of encouragement as his distress continued. He had gotten the flow to stop now, but was still visibly full and desperate, "Hey. Come on, now. Pee, Mammon...Don’t worry about anything else. Just pee..." those words broke Mammon, he finally relaxed all the muscles holding back what was left of the contents of his bladder, moaning as the relief took over his body once more. MC gently eased him to his knees as his body threatened to fall limp, and they rubbed his back as he began to pant. They stayed like that for a moment, letting Mammon fully empty himself. He had to push a bit near the end, but the stream finally slowed to a trickle. Pulling away and seeing all the mess, a whimper began to build in Mammon's throat. Hot tears resumed their flow and he shook with quiet sobs. "P-promise you'll never ever ever tell anyone about this!" He gritted his teeth, "c-cuz if you did...I...I'd never f-forgive you!" "Aww, poor baby, I would never! Come here..." Mammon, face harshly flushed, nuzzled back into MC. The puddle beneath them didn't seem to bother them at all, but Mammon couldn't help but feel ashamed. "I'm so-" he gulped and held back sobs, "I'm so sorry..." his muffled voice was adorable. MC stroked his hair and scratched at his scalp. "Don't be. I don't mind at all. If you need to cry too, go right ahead, ok? Just relax and let everything go." Mammon held on tight and cried hard.
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  4. Please excuse any plot holes and inconsistencies, as well as out of character behaviors. I'm not familiar with this franchise, but, as per request, I decided to give it a shot! He kept his eyes locked on the figure towering over them, sweat dripping down the sides of his face. To his annoyance, he’d have to wait to wipe it off. There were far more important things to deal with right now, but focus on the task at hand was wavering. Today, waiting was something it seemed Levi would have to do a lot of. If not, his straining bladder certainly made him feel like this was the case. He’d ignored the feeling for hours, however, in favor of the safety of the others. In retrospect, it was his own fault he was in this predicament. He huffed. The sudden feeling of his lower belly pressing harder against his belt made him pause briefly. This was a bad standing position. Standing this way, the constant pressure was requiring attention at nearly all times. The small muscles were holding back an obscene amount of urine by now. He considered the very probable outcome of the situation and shuddered internally, dissatisfied with the mere idea of soiling himself, nevermind doing so in front of all the watching eyes of his peers. He shook the thought from his head as he leapt back into action, delivering a quick finishing blow. As his feet hit the ground and the battle was finalized, he felt his body relax, the threat of death no longer imminent, but soon refocused on his need as a wave of desperation hit him. He tensed, not moving from his spot as the panic set in. Levi gritted his teeth. At this rate, he’d be unable to walk without at least leaking. He didn’t dare make eye contact with anyone, the world around him all but disappearing as he tried to come up with anything to remedy the situation. Breath growing uncontrollably heavy, he found himself bending over to discreetly grab himself while his free hand brushed blood and sweat from his face. His tremendous efforts were useless against his tired body. The small muscles gave out, and, despite his grip, urine began to soak into the fabric of his pants. The flow was similar to that of a garden hose and began to flow through his clothing as if it weren’t even there to block its path. The fabric, damp and sticking to his skin, was gravely uncomfortable. He wanted to rid of it as soon as possible, but he couldn’t. Not here. Not with the others watching, growing closer. He gulped, feeling a slight queasiness wash over him, and continued his efforts to remain stone-faced. As the urine began to drip and flood down his front, he dropped to a one-legged kneel, trying to hide the shameful sight from view. Levi felt his heart racing. He could see no way out of this scenario. Keeping his head down and his eyes locked to the ground, he listened to the footsteps growing nearer, deaf to the words being spoken to him. Lost in the fear of his soon-to-be embarrassment. The foul smell of urine and the cooling of his drenched and clinging clothing clouded his thoughts. He felt a hand rest cautiously on his shoulder as he fought the strangest urge to cry. It was too late to say anything. There was nothing he could do to hide it. It was all over now.
  5. I'm not familiar with AOT but I could do some reasearch and give it a shot To add to danganronpa characters I'd like to write, since I just finished part 3, pretty much any of the V3 cast. I really liked that bunch.
  6. (Honestly, I was into it, but it definitely wasn't planned) I was on one of those swings that hang from a tree branch and listening to music while chugging down some soda. I was there for a long time, like enough time to listen to all the Jojo openings twice (lol) I decided I was gonna do some holding, and when I was just about done, I challenged myself to standing on the swing while desperate, which was a lot harder to keep balance on than I'd imagined it would be, and I was starting to lose it, but just then, my dad walked out to go to the store, stopping by me to let me know first. I couldn't make a move to hold myself or anything like that, so I had to quickly drop down to hide the leaking. Once he was gone, I figured I could salvage the situation, or, at least, my shorts, so I went inside to use the restroom. It was occupied. I tried to wait, but I was really starting to loose it, so I looked for anywhere private, but since we'd just come back from a vacation, the house had life feed security cameras everywhere in and around it, I could only go to the front yard, as I didn't want to be caught on camera in such a predicament. I began to panic and backed myself against a big tree beside the neighbors fence and our shed and tried to think of a remedy for the situation while I delayed the inevitable, crossing and uncrossing my legs. I really hoped nobody was watching from the houses across the street (or anywhere, for that matter). It wasn't long before I lost control and kind of just let my body fall onto the ground in a crooked sitting 'w' position and pissed in the grass. Still a little in shock, I kind of just sat there in the little puddle thinking of what to do. Defeated and embarrassed, I took the only way out I could think of. I took of my shirt (Which was also pretty humiliating for me, as I've never really taken my shirt off like that outside due to insecurity about my pot belly), wrapped it around my waist, and made my way to the pool in the back yard. I dipped myself in the chlorinated water to mask the accidents look and smell and put my shirt back on before going inside to finally push off the soaked clothing, as the bathroom was open again. What a day!
  7. I haven't written Kira in so long I'm gonna go all out on this one. Kinks upon kinks. Writing tropes. Self indulgent. Self insert. Suspiciously plot convenient stand powers. High intensity. High horny level. Rape/non-con warning Enjoy it if you can. Kira woke up, and was oddly fully clothed and lying on the sidewalk, bathing in sunlight...Wait...On the sidewalk?...Kira quickly sat up, his face burning in shame. How did he get here? and when? He couldn't seem to remember. Quickly picking himself up, he looked around. People were definitely staring. How embarrassing. Kira swallowed hard and looked at the ground as he started on a walk back home. It was only a few steps into his walk that he finally felt it. A sudden and sharp urge to urinate. It hit him like a train and he wasn't ready. He paused all movements, stiffening with his legs pressed close together. He just barely stopped himself from leaking. "No...Not now...not here. " He whispered to himself. It was all happening too fast. He began a cautious shuffle to a familiar small restaurant. It was the only way he'd be able to make it to a restroom, he thought. Kira was sweating bullets. His heavy breathing and rushed mannerisms drawing more attention to himself. He wished people would stop looking at him as he pushed past staff and customers alike. The heavy fullness sloshing inside of him and angrily throbbing with each step was enough to make him drop his pride for a moment to let out a desperate whimper. As soon as he entered the restroom and ensured the door was locked, he let himself double over, holding his groin to regain control. His eyes squeezed shut as his frame trembled. Lettings out a shuttering breath, he opened his eyes again, only to meet the eyes of another man. He fell backward in fear, clutching the wall behind him. His voice was nothing but a pathetic squeak as he found himself unable to speak. It was a miracle the scare hadn't caused a flood in his pants. He locked eyes with the man, who licked his lips and grabbed Kira's face, adoring his incredulous expression. Kira's heart pounded. No matter how hard he tried, Killer Queen wouldn't emerge. Kira was frozen. "Listen to me, pretty kitten..." the mans soft, yet firm voice tickled his ears, his hair was not very interesting in terms of style. Long and straight with swooped bangs. It was the color Kira found his eyes locking onto. It was firetruck red. An intense, yet somehow charming contrast to his black and white checkered suit. The next word snapped him out of his trance, "We don't want any trouble now, do we? Get on your knees, bitch." the man grinned. the scene was all too familiar. Kira felt tears burning in the corners of his eyes. Was he really about to get face-fucked in a restaurant bathroom? To his surprise, he was mistaken. after dropping to his knees, another command was given, "Ass to your heels. I want you to get real comfortable before I step on your weak little tummy." Kira couldn't help but blush at this comment, and having no other option, he obliged. The man leaned into his face, grabbing it by the chin, "I'm gonna give you a little choice here...What turns you on more, men or women?" His smug grin dropped into a glare, "Don't lie to me, piss kitty..." the mans lips moved dangerously close to his own. Kira struggled to get any words out. "I...prefer women..." he gulped. "You prefer women?" The man pulled away and scoffed, pushing Kira's head down. When Kira lifted his head up, he was stunned. the man in front of him was...well, he was actually a she now. Her curvy figure and delicate hands gave it away immediately, not to mention her chest pushing outward against her suit. She pulled the suit open, freeing her chest just enough to slot his face between her breasts "Say it right, kitty boy," her sultry voice sent shivers down Kira's spine. He gazes into her violet eyes with lust, "you like this, huh? How about this?" she plunged her fingers into his soft lips. He immediately got to work on suckling the digits, tracing over the texture over and over with his tongue as if he was mapping her fingerprints with it. His bladder was suddenly overcome with desperation and he leaked a bit into his boxers. He moaned at the taste of relief and she pulled away, slapping his face, "Now answer the question, kitty. What turns you on more?" she caressed his chest through his suit before working to undo it. "Women...woman turn me on...And since you want to hear me be so crude, I suppose you'd delight to know that I'm hard right now, thanks to you. I just wanted to use the restroom, you dirty bitch." Kira's lower lip extended in a pout. It was quickly wiped out with another slap. He moaned at this. "You've got some balls talking to me like that, piss kitty." she pressed her heel into Kira's bladder. He let out a strained groan. Piss began soaking his pants from the center of his hard bulge, "You know...You're gonna have to cum before you can empty that cute little bladder..." she placed a hand over Kira's eyes, and once he was allowed to see again, the person before him was, once again, a man, "I wonder if I can still make you cum as a man, hmm?" His fingers teased Kira's nipples. He lifted one of Kira's hands and licked at the palm for a while, loosing himself in it. He pulled away and chuckled, "Apologies, I lost myself..." "Shut up..." Kira muttered, not sure himself why he was even so bothered such a mild provocation. This earned him a firm slap. This was notably much more deliberate than the previous, and with his thick, masculine hands, much more jarring. "Don't talk to me like that, bitch. Unless you wanna be my slave for more than just today. Now, get up." He slapped his face again, leaving a red mark. Kira complied, looking away as tears began to fall from is face. The woman was back again. "Oh, you poor, poor baby. You wanna cry? Go ahead and cry, my pretty little piss kitty," She caressed his body, licking his face and neck and undressing him slowly as he cried, his bladder aching. Before he knew it, the woman was a man again. "Hands on the wall," he demanded. Kira pressed his palms to the wall, bracing himself for what he knew was about to happen. Just as expected, the man entered him from behind. It was dry and painful, but the man didn't seem to care, he just pounded into him until he was wet with his own arousal. Kira's whole body was a shaking, sweating mess as the mans cock repeatedly pushed against his bladder and prostate. He cried out several times, no longer worried about his pride. It hurt, and it was just too many sensations at once. Eventually, his body gives in to the sensations, lurching violently as it decides to release both cum and piss at once, doing so with urgent force and messy direction. Kira nearly screamed out. He would have if it weren't for the man pushing a palm to his mouth, "Shhh...we've already spent so much time here...Wouldn't wanna get caught like this, would we?" Kira looked on wordlessly at the cum and urine that now painted the wall before him. He just wanted to cry his throat sore, "Now, put your clothes back on, my pretty little piss kitty." It was the last he heard of the strange, shapeshifting being before they seemed to vanish just as mysteriously as they had appeared. Kira complied.
  8. This has way more sexual frustration/desperation than I originally intended lol. This is a very horny fic. "Yes, Yoshikage...I want you to indulge yourself to the fullest. I want you to enjoy this. I wish to show you experiences that you would have never guessed you would derive pleasure from." The words flowed from Diavolos lips like a soothing stream, peaking the blonde's curiosity. "You intend to arouse me? A man?" he scoffed and smiled, "I've never once in my life been aroused by a male, nevermind by any of his unusual fetishes, " he threw himself onto his bed, "You interest me. I'm not sure what motive you carry, but my curiosity gets the better of me. Let's see what you've got for me." Kira locked eyes on the man's hands as they began undoing his shirt, teasing the skin underneath, "May I ask a question?" "It depends..." "How do you know so much about me?" "Yoshikage...you reek of arousal. How could I not follow such an enticing scent? I am alone in this world, Yoshikage. I have not a single companion. I will fail to obtain pleasure if I don't seek it out." "Ah..." Kira's face flushes, feelings of vulnerability washing over him "Is it...Is it really so obvious?" "No, no...Not to the average passerby. Now, ease your fretful mind," Diavolo ran his palm along the side of Kira's face, "I took great care of my hands for you, Yoshikage '' they would delight to feel the caress of your tongue. Now clean my paws, you dirty cat~" He heard Kira's breath hitch nervously. The man below him hesitated, then parted his lips ever so slightly. "You...somehow, your hands, " his voice trembled, eyes half closed, "They're so...p-perfect, " he shuddered and grasped Diavolos hand before lapping at it with unorthodox lust. It wasn't long before he had the fingers crammed into his mouth to the knuckles, drool trailing down his chin. "Dirty, cat...Slurping and moaning with no shame? Just a moment ago, you were doubting that a man could possess the ability to arouse you. If only you could see yourself now...Is there ever a moment that you aren't a horny little bastard? Diavolo laughed," In fact...You're always looking to get yourself off, aren't you? You've based your whole lifestyle around it. Every single kill...every life you've taken...it was for that needy little prick of yours'' he spat those last words harshly, "how endearing~" “Fuck off.” Kira panted, freeing himself from his pants and boxers. Diavolo grabbed him by the wrists and pinned him, “Ugh…you…What is this? What are you doing to me?” fear clouded his eyes. “Relax. I just don’t want you touching it yet. Don’t make me tie you up, now.” “Your name…I never got your name…” Kira gulped. Pink hair formed a curtain around his face as hot breath drew closer. “Call me Boss,” his chin was grasped, and before he knew it, he was kissing the man he’d just met. Suddenly, a pressure made itself known just above his beltline. Diavolos hand was resting over his bladder. It was only now that he realized his need for a restroom. His lips still locked to the other, he groaned and thrashed his head. The man on top of him pulled back, “What is it now, little kitty?” “I could kill you at any moment, you know…” He glared. “Yet you haven’t done so…I wonder why that is~” “Grrr…Forget it! You know what you’re doing. Cut it out.” Kira grit his teeth, glaring at Diavolo. “Why now? We’re just getting started. I’ve been wanting to show you this for a long time, Yoshikage…Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind…” “You want…Y-you want to toy with my bladder? Is that really what gets you going?” a spike of pressure vanquished Kiras glare, replacing it with a whiney moan. He bit his lip and turned his head, flustered. Why did it feel so good when his bladder was tortured like that? “Why not? It seems like you’re enjoying it!” Diavolo pushed Kiras bladder and kept the pressure held down, making the blonde squirm and moan dramatically. “Please, let me use my hands, B-boss! My body c-can’t do it alone!” Kira gripped the sheets. “Wow~ how obedient! I didn’t even have to ask you to beg! Go ahead kitty~” Diavolo grinned. Kira gripped his cock with haste, squeezing to block the flow. Diavolos' hand only pressed harder, eliciting a yelp from him. Kira began to tremble, tears pooling in his eyes. “Boss…P-please have mercy…it feels so good, but it’s starting to hurt. I really really need to go…” his voice wavered heavily as he was on the brink of losing control, his body quaking with effort to hold it alone. “Look at you…so delicate…so afraid…You don’t even know if you’ll be able to hold it anymore with each passing moment. With every new second, you half expect to burst. Am I correct?” “Urk- Y-yes Boss!” Kira strained, then gasped as the pressure eased. He took a moment to catch his breath, no longer hurting quite as much. Diavolos' hand had lifted from his sensitive bladder bulge. He could no longer resist the urge to pump his throbbing manhood and he did just so with feverishness, not afraid to moan. He was utterly lost in pleasure. Diavolo sloppily kissed Kira's head, prodding at the pisshole with his tongue. Kira suddenly let out a particularly pitchy moan before Diavolo felt his mouth filling with liquid. He nearly choked trying to swallow it all. When Kira was finally emptied and his breathing had steadied, Diavolo kissed him once more, transferring the taste. “See…I did all of this for you. Now you owe me, Yoshikage…Please…I beg of you,” Diavolos' demeanor changed completely. He clung to Kira's face with pleading eyes, “I…I haven’t had a proper orgasm in ages, Yoshikage, “His voice shook as if he were about to cry, “I can’t take it anymore…Please…help me…” “Hmph…and you teased me for being horny?” Kira could only smile.
  9. (Self-indulgent self insert warning) "Shhhhhhh...Now, darling." I whisper, "I want you to be my submissive little pet for the day," I caress his face, "Purr for me like a good kitty, now," I instruct, scratching underneath his chin. He chuckles through his gag and proceeds to let out a gurgled groan, "Oh, how cute you sound making noises like that...Purring just for me~" I can't contain my laughter as I massage along his jawline, my heart racing with excitement. I sit on top of him just below the chest and he grunts, almost struggling to breathe under my weight, "tell me..." I begin tying his wrists to the bed posts, "How much tea did you drink earlier? If I remember correctly...You served yourself two cups..." I tighten the rope until he moans, "After that...I gave you five more..." I tighten the other rope, "Seven cups? Wow...your pretty little body can hold a lot~" I slide my body down to put my weight over his visibly overextended bladder and he nearly sobs, a tear trickling down his face, "Oh, poor baby~ You really need to go, huh?" I can feel him squirming beneath me and tugging against the ropes with lust in his eyes. He's enjoying this as much as I am. I lick the tear from his face and start bouncing myself over his bladder rhythmically. He tries to hold back his whimpers, but gives in when I increase the pressure, whining and squeaking with need and pleasure equally, "Can you hold it, darling?" he stares deeply into my eyes. By the look he's giving me, I can tell he can barely hold it. I grin and lift myself off of him and he pants heavily, writhing in needy bliss, "Hey...it's alright...you can let it out now. I know you need to...We wouldn't want it to start hurting." I kiss his neck, "Darling kitten~ Will you purr for me again when you relieve yourself?" I begin rubbing his bladder in gentle circles, causing him to leak in his pants. I watch the urine dribble down and form a small puddle below him. He purrs and moans before fully letting go. A strong rush of fluid bursts from the fabric of his pants. He gasps and lets out a particularly erotic moan as the relief takes over his body. It seems that at that same moment, he'd reached orgasm, as the urine was mixed with thick white in the rapidly growing puddle. I push into his bladder to make sure he fully empties it before giving him a moment to calm his rapid breathing, "So cute...you're shaking...Feel better?" He looks at me, sighs, and snuggles up to me before closing his eyes. I hold him and stroke his hair until he's fast asleep. I'll get him washed up when he wakes.
  10. Sorry. This is just me fantasizing in a very self-indulgent way. Thought I'd post in case anyone else happens to like Korekiyo. (He's so pretty) I can't stop thinking about scenarios with Korekiyo (age 19 by the way). Like how he would act if he was really desperate. Would he tear up? Would he make cute noises? Whimpering and grunting? Would he fidget or would he freeze up? Shudder and tremble? And just imagine tying him up in his favorite rope while he desperate. I wonder if he'd enjoy something like that. I'd love to watch him squirm and tell him to beg for permission to piss himself. That would be so amazing. He probably looks so damn pretty when he's embarrassed or crying. I wonder if he'd let me massage his bladder while he lets it out. Or maybe massage his jawline and look him dead in the eyes while wets himself on top of me and it just soaks into our clothing. I would kill (not really) to hear his breathing getting heavy and uneven the more desperate he gets. I wonder if he'd be the type to moan under the intensity of relief after a long or heavy holding. I wanna draw him wetting so bad but he looks so damn hard to draw, especially in the positions that I'd want to draw him in. I can just imagine him on his knees with his hands between his legs and his head down to hide his shame. Or his arms crossed tightly over his chest while he stiffens up with the effort to hold back and his legs are just barely crossed. Maybe even him getting himself off while desperate... God, desperate Kiyo would be so fucking good. *internal screaming*
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