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  1. Hey guys! I haven't written on here in maybe two years, I'd be surprised if anybody remembered me, but I felt especially inspired tonight. If my pen game has fallen off, be sure to let me know. If you like the short story, please comment to let me know and I'll feel inclined to get back to writing more! This short story is based off the Ahsoka episode where Sabine is held prisoner, there's minor changes obviously. "On your knees." Sabine growled to the cold, young voice making the order behind her. "I said on your knees, prisoner," Shit Hati growled, a bit more frustration in her monotone voice. "That really isn't necessary, I mean I could just sit - " Before Sabine could complain further, Shin's boot landed on her back, forcing her face to the ground. Sabine looked up to Shin's fierce stance. 'How could such a short girl have so much force behind that?' Sabine thought to herself. "Are you done arguing? I don't want to have to stab you again," Shin knelt down, the words practically melting in Sabine's ears. For how evil and twisted Shin was, Sabine couldn't help but find her kind of.. attractive, in a weird way. A sadistic way. "Yeah, I wouldn't like that either," Sabine stood up on her knees now and looked down at her midsection where Shin had previously stabbed her with a lightsaber. Shin came around front to face Sabine on her knees then crossed her arms with that arrogant half smile she perfected, almost as if to say she thought you were pathetic without having to utter a word. "It's a lot easier when you listen," Shin said, uncrossing her arms as she took a seat on the bench connected to the wall. "I hear that a lot, but like my master would tell you, I'm a really slow learner," Sabine retorted, trying to find a comfortably way to shift her weight. Sabine wouldn't dare admit it, but ever since she was taken prisoner on Peridia, she needed to pee quite badly. Through years of fighting the Empire as a rebel and before that being in the Imperial Academy, Sabine had developed pretty good bladder control. There might've been a couple times she could recall a blaster bolt going over her head causing a minor leak, or maybe a tense space battle, but ultimately Sabine prided herself in her self control and how well she held herself - and she was not going to allow Shin Hati to see her in an embarrassing situation. "Your master is dead," Shin replied matter of factly, "And I don't understand why mine insists on keeping you alive or why I must be the one to guard you," Shit continued, airing out her minor frustration. Sabine cocked her head at Shin's tone and her comment, Shin obviously didn't want to be here. It was a bit difficult to focus on Shin's problems - and comments - when Sabine was having her own. She could feel the pressure mounting in her bladder, she knew time would soon be of the essence. Sabine closed her thighs together while she sat on her heels and held them tightly. She didn't want to move around too much and get Shin's attention. Shin was looking into space - not literally, there were no windows - but quickly turned her head back to Sabine. "What's your issue?" Shin said, softer than usual but still very assertive. 'How does she know there's an issue? Can she sense I have to pee?' Sabine grew concerned, her face giving it away. Shin stood up, looking down on her curious. Shin began to circle her slowly. For a much smaller girl, Shin had a menacing stance, she radiated power. "What's your play, Wren? You know something I don't?" Hati said, now behind Sabine. "There's no play, I just.. don't like being prisoner," Sabine tried to course correct. She turned her head to the left to see Shin behind her out of the corner of her eye, then she turned her head back forwards to avoid angering her. She looked down and noticed that without realizing it, she was rubbing her thighs together now in desperation. Then it came, the ignition of a lightsaber. Sabine let out a soft gasp, looking down to make sure it wasn't stuck through her again, but then the blade came into view - very close into view, right next to her left cheek. She felt the heat radiate off the orange blade and heard the loud hum. It wasn't just warm, it was hot.. and something was wet - Sabine looked down to her horror and realized she'd started peeing, trickling on the ground beneath her. It took everything in her power to stop the stream, but a fair amount of damage had been done to her grey pants - and the tiny puddle between her knees. Shin walked back around front to see Sabine in her compromising position and let her blade dissipate. She brought her hand to her mouth to cover a shocked laughter as she looked down to see Sabine had pissed herself. "That was your problem?" Shin laughed, "I'm not cruel enough that I'd have denied you the restroom," Shin said, holstering her lightsaber and folding her arms over each other. Sabine looked down, cheeks bright red and her pride virtually out of the metaphorical window. "C-Can you take me now?" Sabine muttered, trying to keep what little of her pride remained. Shin looked down, that evil grin returning. "Well, you've already started. You'd leak all over the floor of this ship. You might as well finish what you've started," Shin said in between little bits of laughter. Sabine's head jerked up, a combined look of fear, anger and humiliation all over her face as she began to vocalize her protest. Before she could get a word out, Shin's index finger met her closed lips. "Don't argue with me, prisoner. I can make your stay with us less comfortable than this," Shin said, now knelt down eye level with Sabine. The Mandalorian girl lost it at this, instantly letting warm piss flood her grey pants, widening the puddle to expand around her knees. She hung her head in shame as it soaked the entire front of her pants and pooled around Shin Hati's boots. Shin took a step back to evade the puddle. Sabine peed for what felt like forever, she couldn't believe how much she had held in. As her stream finished and the damage was done, Sabine tried to skirt herself out of the wide piss puddle. She looked up to Shin Hati, almost for mercy now, waiting for some sort of response. Shin wrapped her index finger and thumb around Sabine's jawline, forcing eye contact. "A pretty Mandalorian warrior like you, pissing herself as she's held captive? Maybe this wasn't such a waste of time," Shin grinned once more at Sabine. END.
  2. Hey guys! I wasn’t sure if I should post here or in fanfiction, but I’m trying to commission some paid for fanfic! If you’re interested just DM me and we talk pricing and word count, thanks guys!
  3. "You know, you can't just drop in on me whenever you feel like it, I have a life," Kate Bishop complained to the very plain-faced looking Yelena standing in front of her. "Kate Bishop, are you not so happy to see me?" Yelena paused to offer a mocking sad expression, an expression that mixed with her slightly broken English had begun to drive Kate fucking insane. "You always do this, you break in my apartment, shatter a window, eat my food, mock my decor - which by the way, who just shows up uninvited and mocks someone's house?" Kate was speaking a mile a minute, frustration mixed with a slight hesitation, she knew Yelena Belova could snap her neck quicker than Kate could say a single syllable to try to stop her. Yelena offered nothing in response. Kate stood defeated, head in her hand. She looked towards the broken window letting cool New York air seep throughout her apartment. "I can pay for the window if it's THAT big of a deal," Yelena sighed, circling around Kate and dropping onto Kate's couch. "You and what money? Aren't you, like, broke?" Kate now crossed her arms, shifting her gaze to Yelena now fully spread eagle on her couch. "I dress as good as this, and you think of me.. broke?" Yelena said, offense in her voice as her hands gestured to her form fitting tan coat, tight black skirt and high heels which she was in the process of kicking off. "I really don't know how you get money, and honestly I don't want to know! Because I don't want to be complicit in whatever.. Black Widow bullshit you're involved in!" Kate's frustration grew. Yelena's head snapped back to meet Kate's eyes, "Black Widow bullshit?" Yelena stood up, her heels now off and revealing how drastically shorter Yelena was than Kate. "I should throw you out the window for saying that," the assassin threatened in a lower tone as she began to break Kate's personal space, causing the young archer to tighten up as Belova circled her. Kate stood completely still, looking over her shoulder as Yelena paused behind Kate. "Bullshit may have been the wrong word," Kate conceded, fear still having a hold over her body. Kate continued to watch Yelena's face over her shoulder, not realizing Yelena had wrapped her arms around Kate's hips until the assassin tightened her hold on Kate. The young archer let out a gasp, her head immediately looking to see how Yelena was holding her. "Y-You don't really have to throw me out the window, your points made," Kate said in lot softer of a tone than she'd used with Yelena ever before. "You don't need to be so scared, Kate Bishop. It's unbecoming of you to look like you're about to wet your pants," Yelena teased, the shorter woman not letting up. Kate took immediate offense, and went on the defensive. "Me? Wet my pants? Yeah, right," Kate rolled her eyes, arrogance flooding her tone. "You're telling me you've never wet your pants, Kate Bishop?" Yelena sounded surprised, "I seriously doubt that," Belova's tone changed to that of playfulness. "Self control, it's all about self control," Kate bragged, starting a little monologue that Yelena immediately tuned out of while she admired how long and dark Kate's hair was as it draped down her back. She loved the way it looked running down her back. She was half tempted to let go of Kate and just sit there and play with her long hair, but she knew Kate was too much of a loud mouth to let her enjoy that. It took Yelena a few seconds to key into the fact that Kate was still monologuing about the importance of self control. Yelena smiled as she adjusted her hand placement, still connected together over Kate's hips until she found the middle of her abdomen - then she pushed down. Instantly, Kate let out a yelp that could've been heard two blocks away, and she followed that with the tightening of her thighs as her knees bent. "So much self control, Kate Bishop," the assassin mocked, confirming her suspicion that Kate's bladder was very full. "Y-You caught me before I could use the bathroom," Kate stuttered, a hint of shame in her voice. Yelena surrendered her grip against Kate, returning her arms to her sides as she backed away from Bishop, admiring her purple archery shirt and how her tight black jeans matched every curve her legs had to offer. Kate spun to Yelena now, about to say something cocky or arrogant most definitely, but Yelena cut her off quickly. "I want you to stand there for me, Kate." A sentence followed by silence. Kate took in the sentence, ran it over in her head a few times, then quickly blurted out, "What the fuck?" Her hand moving black hair out of her face as she looked confused at the older blonde girl. "It's a training exercise I had to do, for 'self control,'" Yelena made sure to surround those two words with air quotes. "You stand there until you can't possibly take it anymore, it's actually really good team building!" Yelena tried to tag on. Kate's curiosity peaked in the wrong way, "How long did you last?" The inquiry caused Yelena to smile. "A lot longer than you'd think. I remember seeing Widow's leave the room with wet pants trying so hard to outlast each other," Yelena smiled, biting her lip at the thought of Kate pissing her pants. "So, you want me to just stand here and hold it?" Kate still sounded unconvinced to participate. "What if I don't want to play this game?" Kate looked slightly concerned. "Then I'll come and wrap my arms around you tighter," Yelena retorted quickly. "This is a really dumb game," Kate rolled her eyes at Yelena, fixing her posture as she got ready to stand.. and wait. Hey guys! If you like this story, please drop a comment and upvote the story so I know if I should write more to it! I generally only really finish stories if people engage with them! Thanks!
  4. Hey, I very seldom post here, but I'm looking for this video from years back on Tumblr and I figure somebody has to have it! It's this video of this girl in tight blue jeans, Fallout Boy t-shirt, brunette hair and I think some streaks, if I remember she used an emoji to block her face at times? Anyways, if anybody has it, please post it here!
  5. There she was. She floated like a goddess, she had the powers of one too. Uncontainable in every way possible, yet she folded so perfectly in Lena Luthor's hand. And just as instructed, Supergirl was hovering over Lena's office balcony as per the text Lena sent not less than five, maybe six minutes ago. "Lena?" Kara asked sharply, clearly pretending that this was an inconvenience. Lena looked over her shoulder, as if to say she didn't hear Kara arrive. She stood up from her desk, her long charcoal dress hanging just a few inches under her knees, but was tight enough to show every bit of curvature the Luthor had to offer. Seeing Lena's tight dress changed Kara's expression from one of impatience to one of need. "Is it true, Kara?" Lena toyed with her a little, motioning Kara inside the office as she turned away from her. Unsure of what she meant, Kara landed gracefully, her cape wrapped around her legs a little. "Is what true, Lena?" The Kryptonian inquired, almost scared. Lena faced Kara again, they stood maybe six feet apart now. "Is it true that you belong to me?" Lena said sternly, closing the gap to maybe three feet. Kara's bottom lip dropped for a second as she thought about this. "Did you call me from the other side of the city just to ask me that?" Kara asked, trying to sound confident. The gap closed further. Inches apart now. Lena raised her right hand to meet Kara's cheek, and the Kryptonian immediately lowered her head in Lena's hand. "You know why I wanted you here, Kara," Lena said softly. Kara inched back for a second, stammering over her words. "Lena, I should really - " Kara began, but Lena quickly silenced her with a finger to her lips. This little action made Kara feel so fucking weak, but she loved it. Lena followed up with resting the back of her hand on Kara's shoulder. Kara had done this enough to know what it meant. She slowly got down on her knees in front of Lena. The Luthor brushed messy blonde hair from the Kryptonian's face as she admired her. Kara looked down in defeat. "Do I need to say the words?" Lena inquired, the back of her hand still weighted on Kara's shoulder. Kara shook her head to indicate no. "I like saying them anyways," Lena teased. Kara looked up now, innocent eyes. Lena made eye contact with her. "But I'd like it even better if you said the words this time," Lena advised. Kara's bottom lip quivered. "Okay," Kara thought. "Mistress Luthor, I am your piss slut. I'm helpless without you," Kara said, weakly. Lena grew a mischievous smile. "What do you usually do after that?" Luthor checked, already knowing the answer. Kara looked up surprised, humiliation burnt in her expression. "I-I pee my pants," Kara muttered, but quickly followed up, "But we agreed not in the suit!" Lena took a moment on this, "You agreed not in the suit, but either way, we both know it's machine washable," Lena smiled. "I wouldn't make you hold it all day while fighting crime to let you use the bathroom, would I?" Lena reminded Kara of her all day holding event. Kara couldn't compete with the weight of Lena's hand, her words or how stunning this woman was. Without hesitation, the blue fabric of Kara's Supergirl pantsuit began to soak almost black, her defeat expanding outwards than downwards across her thighs until the warmth pooled around her knees. Kara's breathing heightened, but everything in her body tensed as nearly fifteen hours of piss poured out of her bladder into her suit. Kara looked up from her mess to Lena, who quickly offered Kara her hand to help her on her feet. "Should I expect you at my apartment tonight?" Lena said, devious. "Y-Yeah," Kara offered the shy response. Before the conversation could continue, Kara's enhanced hearing picked up some nearby screaming. "I-I have to go, there's -" Kara started again, "No, go, the world needs Kara Danvers - even if she can't keep her pants dry," Lena interrupted, watching the redness spread on Kara's cheeks before she flew away so quick it was almost as if she teleported. A LIL SOMETHIN I MADE UP COMPLETELY ON THE FLY! There's like so many comic book characters I want to dive back into writing about now. I might do a Jessica Jones training Kate Bishop thing, but the age difference makes it a little weird, and that's a comic book deep cut. Also considering more Black Widow & Scarlet Witch stories, because Nat and Wanda totally fight for dominance. The Harcourt character from Peacemaker might be a good one too. Give me some suggestions in the comments!
  6. Dude! Please tell me this is still happening? I’ll invest. 😂
  7. THE INEVITABLE PART II This is but isn't a part two! It's more like Part 1.5? It's a little fun piece, full of teasing, wetting, flirting. But yeah. I'm still gauging if people are enjoying this series or not - I write this stuff for you guys, I personally can't read my own writing, it just upsets me and I'll sit here and edit for hours and hours, then it'll never come out. So here's a fun little piece. If you enjoy it, be sure to comment on the thread with ideas, opinions, etc! Thanks, guys. A/U set a few months post Hawkeye Finale "So, you're Hawkeye now, Kate Bishop?" Yelena said, a hint of doubt in her voice. Kate glanced back at her across the table, almost trying to emanate the fact that she felt insulted instead of saying it. "You invite me to this greasy coffee shop just to insult me, Yelena?" Kate finally spoke up. "I missed you! We didn't really get the chance to say goodbye, Kate Bishop!" Yelena insisted now, going a little defensive. "Okay, but, let's not forget that you borderline broke my ribs with that one punch," Kate said back, a little frustrated. "Oh - you know what, Kate, if you're going to cry about it - " Yelena was cut short. "I'm not crying!" Kate interjected. "Fine, you're not crying, but I will say... I really like the new suit, I wasn't able to take it all in when I kicked your ass in the hallway, but look at this! Is that leather?" Yelena kind of marveled at Kate's suit. "Y-Yeah, it's leather. It's nice, right?" Kate got a little shy. "So... After the pee-pants incident, we're cool, right?" Yelena said, a hint of sarcasm in her Russian accent. "I don't want to talk about that," Kate hid half her face with her hand. "Talk about what? It's perfectly natural, Kate Bishop!" The Black Widow tried to defend Kate. "Then you pee yourself," Kate retorted. "Me? No, no, no - that is now your funniest joke, Kate Bishop!" Yelena laughed. Kate raised an eye at Yelena. "You're not joking, Kate Bishop?" Yelena now looked a little concerned. "I'm full on for-realzies." Kate folded her arms. "There's over five hundred reasons why I would never in a million years consider - " Yelena was cut off once again. "So you're scared?" Kate interjected again, this time more fiercely. She was picking up confidence over Yelena. She watched Yelena's cheeks go a little red as the girl got flustered. "I am not scared," Yelena pulled herself together. "Yes, you're scared, Yelena Belova," Kate mocked her Russian accent, letting out her full name. "What is wrong with you?" Yelena crossed her arms, trying to keep composure. "It's really simply, Yelena Belova, I figured out your kink," Kate said a little too confident. Yelena struggled with this realization for a minute. Kate Bishop knew her kink? She stewed on this for a second - but it made sense, after that interaction in Kate's apartment, Yelena should have known how obvious she made it. "I prefer it the other way around," Yelena said to Kate, biting her lip as she looked at Kate's new suit and the way it hugged her body. "If you ever want to see that again, then piss yourself, right there," Kate said, kicking back in her seat with her arms still crossed. Ideas ran through Yelena's head as her face flushed up once again. "You're lucky that there's nobody here," Yelena whispered, looking down at her black jeans. "What are you waiting for, Yelena Belova?" Kate mocked again. Yelena took a second, double checking when she looked around to make sure nobody was in sight. "I'm going to kill you for this, Kate Bishop," Yelena said as she released whatever she had in her bladder - which was more than she thought. The crotch of her jeans grew darker than they already were as a puddle expanded it's way between her thighs until it was raining on the floor beneath her. Kate kept steady eye contact with Yelena, an evil grin on her face. Yelena sat back in her pee-puddle. "So, Kate Bishop, what were your plans for tonight again?"
  8. A little A/U about Hawkeye Episode 5. Not really any spoilers for the episode, and you should be able to understand what's happening even if you haven't watched the show. This was so much fun to write! Please comment if you want more. 🙂 "What would you do for the bathroom right now, Kate Bishop?" Yelena Belova taunted, standing over the poor girl who was sat down on her knees. "Y-Yelena, we can talk about this!" Kate tried to bargain, unsuccessfully. "The only thing I want to talk about is the location of Clint Barton, Kate Bishop," Yelena said back, a little more cold and less teasingly. "Yelena, it's been hours, I don't know where Barton went!" Kate paused, then continued: "-And can you please stop saying my name like that?" "Like what?" Yelena tried to hold back a smile. "Like what, Kate Bishop?" Yelena repeated quickly, kneeling down in front of the desperate Kate Bishop. Kate's thighs squirmed, her hands tied behind her back. Yelena had broken into her apartment, and after a scary borderline interrogation, put Kate in this humiliating situation. "Like that! You know what you're doing, I don't have to explain it to you," Kate said, the struggle in her eyes and body language turning to frustration. "What's wrong, Kate Bishop? We were having so much fun, I even made you food," Yelena taunted again, standing up straight as she circled Kate, her desperate weakness starting to show back up in her body language. "I told you, Yelena.. I don't know where Barton is," Kate repeated, hanging her head while she closed her thighs tight. Yelena stopped behind Kate. "You know that I am a Black Widow assassin, Kate Bishop?" Yelena said, the emotion drained from her voice. She kept switching her tone from teasing to serious, and the effect it had on Kate was worth the performance Yelena had to put on. "Y-Yes, I know," Kate said, her black hair covering her face as she looked down. She turned her head to her shoulder, where Yelena laid her palm. Just the weight of Yelena's palm frightened Kate as a little shiver ran down her spine. Yelena kneeled down again, still behind Kate. She could feel Yelena's warm breath invade her personal space as the assassin approached her ear. "Do I scare you, Kate Bishop?" That sentence alone was enough for Kate. She felt her bladder tighten before it gave out for a few seconds - warmth flooding her panties, her black jeans now dripping on the floor. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kate whispered as she struggled to regain her control. Yelena stood up again, seeing the tiny puddle in between Kate's knees. "That answers that." Yelena paused, noticing Kate was now hanging her head again. She brought her index finger to the girls chin, raising her eyes up to her own. Yelena brushed the hair out of Kate's face, and hiding behind that dense black hair were bright red cheeks. "You know, it's completely natural to have accidents, Kate Bishop," Yelena teased, breaking a smile. "C-Can I just go use the bathroom? I've told you everyth-" Kate was cut off. "No, you cannot. Because you lied to me, and besides, you've already started to pee your pants, you might as well finish," Yelena said, looking deep in Kate's eyes. Kate looked down at her already semi-wet jeans, then back up to Yelena's face, who was giving her a silent look of approval. Kate bit her lip, then looked down, getting ready to unleash the floodgates - but Yelena grabbed her chin. "I want you to look me in the eyes while you piss yourself, Kate Bishop," Yelena said seriously. That broke Kate. And it broke Kate's bladder. She was uncontrollably soaking her jeans, the wetness rapidly spreading down her thighs, on the back of her ass, and puddling between her two knees. And Kate couldn't break eye contact with Yelena - she couldn't even blink. She just sat there with the surprised expression on her face which featured a bright red blush. "You're adorable," Yelena teased, letting go of Kate's chin. Kate quickly looked down to her mess. She peed so much that the puddle engulfed Yelena's shoes. "Normally, I'd make you pay for my shoes, but I think you've paid enough tonight, Kate Bishop," Yelena said, giving her a sarcastic look. "Untie my hands, Yelena! I did what you wanted!" Kate protested, the cold starting to set in on her wet thighs. "What did you do, Kate Bishop? I want you to say it to me," Yelena said, seeing the bright red on Kate's cheeks grow even brighter and redder. "I-I peed my pants," Kate whispered in shame. "You're a smart girl, you can figure out how to untie your hands. I'll leave you to it. Let this be a lesson, Kate Bishop, don't get in my way again," Yelena said, checking out Kate from her puddle around her knees to her humiliated eyes. Kate continued to protest about Yelena untying her while the Black Widow walked to the shattered window of Kate's apartment, disappearing into the night.
  9. Seriously, if someone has the tan shorts video, they'd be a hero
  10. That there was a violation.. *round of applause*
  11. Beyond the knowledge of our everyday society are outside forces helping shape the political climate we live in. These forces are not soldiers, politicians, mercenaries or whatever label you could try to force on them - they are, as the Director refers to them, weapons. That being said - Katya didn't feel like a weapon. Although to her knowledge, she was born and will probably die in the Blackwater Program, she had interests and whatnot outside of killing bad guys, or whoever she was told were the bad guys. But to have dreams in the program was practically to lie to yourself - kind of dark, right? Either way - Katya, or as her comrades called her simply "Kat," was an optimist. We'll see soon enough if that pays off for her. - THE MISSION BRIEF ROOM, BLACKWATER COMPLEX "Miss Petrov, are you paying attention?" Asked the soft spoken male voice of the mission brief. Kat looked around the room to see the other women looking at her. "Fully, sir," she replied hesitantly. Kat was top of the program, but she struggled with these mission briefs - what was so simple to her, just didn't always click to everybody else in the room. Kat stretched in her grade school styled desk, letting her long black hair down from her bun, now giving her attention back to the briefer. "Would you like to repeat the mission as we've gone over it, Miss Petrov?" He replied, slightly sarcastically back to Kat. It took all of her willpower not to roll her eyes at this man. "Yes, sir. The first target is in the top floor of the Klinox Building. My team will perform a high altitude drop onto the roof while the secondary team will enter from the underground garage to secure their target," Kat replied, looking at the documents and building blueprints in front of her on her desk. "That's an incredibly daft version of what I've spent the past two hours explaining, but acceptable nonetheless," the man replied, still soft spoken. "I need you all to remember that this is an Alpha Level Mission - the Director expects the best out of all you, that's why he handpicked these teams." Kat's imagination started to drift again. She had to fucking piss, but she wasn't about to stop the mission brief to excuse herself. Part of being top of the program was composure, elegance and efficiency. All these things Katya thrived in. Her eyes drifted to the blonde in the front row. She knew every girl in the room from birth, trained with them, considered them family, but Kat didn't really know them. She kept to herself too much. The girl she was thinking of was Alexis - they'd never done a mission together before, but had seen each other around the program complex ever since they were kids. She was gorgeous - the kind of girl to melt your heart, but also the kind of girl to slide a knife in your throat while it melted. Kat loved it. Alexis looked back to meet Kat's side eye, and Kat immediately focused her attention to the briefer. "That wraps up this mission brief, prepare your gear, the operation is again set to begin at eighteen-hundred on the dot," the man said, picking up his documents and exiting the room. All the women stood up simultaneously, packing their notes and whatnot to leave. Katya shoved an empty scribbler into her backpack. "You don't take notes?" Kat looked towards the voice speaking to her. It was Alexis. She had to think fast, say something smooth. "Only when it matters," Kat said, her Eastern European accent nearly covering up a little voice crack. "I like my team leader to be prepared," Alexis said, a little cold. Kat wasn't sure if she should be offended or slightly aroused. Kat clenched her thighs a bit as a little wave of desperation hit her. But then it also hit her - Alexis was on her team? She missed that. "Are you saying I'm unprepared? Have you seen the Director's ranking board?" Kat teased. Alexis looked her up and down. "I did see the ranking board - I think I expected more from #1 Katya Petrov," Alexis said, just a hint of playfulness in her voice. "First things first, I haven't been called by my full name since we were in grade school here, second thing, are you challenging me, Alexis?" Kat shot back. "Challenge you? I'd hate to take your #1 away from you, you might cry," Alexis hit back before she followed the other women out of the briefing room. I swear to God, I'm going to - Kat's thoughts were cut short by a short wave of desperation, forcing her to wrap her legs around each other. She hurried out of the room towards the long corridor. The complex was the only thing Kat knew as a home, but sometimes it's size still overwhelmed her. She watched all the other girls go their separate ways, including Alexis. Kat rushed down the corridor towards the housing block of the complex. It was a good 6 or 7 minute walk, and Kat cursed herself every step of the way for letting her need to pee get this bad. Kat struggled to hold her composure as she walked by other agents in the hallway - she was a very well known face due to her being #1 on the Director's leaderboard. She brushed her thick black hair out of her face, controlling her pace and disallowing herself to either squirm or hold herself as she rushed to her quarters door - to which she finally arrived, after what felt like years of walking. "Key card, key card, where's my fucking keycard?" Kat went over her many pockets of her tight, dark grey jumpsuit. At this point, she couldn't hold her composure too much, she'd had to pee since she left her quarters two and a half hours ago - her roommate hogged the bathroom to the point where Kat was going to be late, so she had to leave without peeing this morning. Kat squirmed while she struggled to find the small keycard, and finally she found it in a pocket she swore she checked three times. Kat whipped it out, pressing it to the reader on the door, and the door unlocked. Kat rushed inside - her roommate nowhere to be seen, and a closed bathroom door across the room. "Fuck," Kat said frustrated under her breath. "Brooklyn, are you going to be long?" Kat shouted, knocking on the door. Who the fuck was she kidding? Brooklyn had a weird complex about talking while she was in the bathroom, so she didn't reply. Kat sat down on the bottom bunk of their bunk bed, wrapping her legs and pressing her thighs together while she was going over the mission details in her head to keep herself occupied. Kat and Brooklyn's room was an absolute mess - Brooklyn was another agent, a lot lower on the scoreboard than Kat, hence why she wasn't in the brief. She also doubled as Katya's best friend. Brooklyn exited the bathroom, looking at Kat on the bottom bunk. "Can you please not sit on MY bunk? You know it's a personal space thing for me," Brooklyn smiled as Kat pushed past her to get into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Immediately, Kat struggled with the back zipper of the tight grey jumpsuit that every agent wore. "This fucking zipper! Why the fuck do they make it like this?" Kat yelled from the bathroom. "Need help?" Brooklyn yelled outside the shut door. Kat rolled her eyes, opening the door. "Just fucking zip it down, can you?" Kat said partially defeated. "Ask nicely, Kat," Brooklyn teased. Kat let out an audible groan. "Please?" She surrendered. Brooklyn let down the back zipper, and Kat slammed the door in her face, just making it to the toilet to finally piss. Kat tried to quiet herself as she let out a loud sigh of relief. Thank God. Kat exited the bathroom to see Brooklyn now laying on the bottom bunk. "How'd your big important brief go?" Brooklyn asked, a little uninterested. "You know, same shit, different bad guys," Kat said, sliding the top of her jumpsuit down, tying it around her waist. She brushed her long black hair out of her face again. "A little bird told me that you finally have a mission with Alexis," Brooklyn said, a little more interested now. "Okay, and?" Kat replied, occupying herself by taking apart her sidearm on her desk to clean it. "And, I know you've been crushing on her since we were, what, seventeen? That's five years of crushing Kat, zero moves made," Brooklyn said, frustrated for Kat. "We're not here to make moves, Brook, we're here to - " Brooklyn cut Katya off, " - to the make the world a better place, I know, I know - but don't we get to enjoy the world at all?" Brooklyn inquired to Kat, which made her pause. "Then why don't you make any moves?" Kat said, awkwardly, it was unusual for her to last this long on this subject. "Because the only dick here is the Director and that briefer guy, both are definitely over the age of sixty," Brooklyn joked, sitting up. "I'm not lucky enough to find anybody with a pair of tits attractive, like you," Brooklyn teased, picking up a ball on the ground, tossing it against the wall. Kat laughed at her remark, still cleaning her sidearm. "What about that one janitor? He's max forty, seems like a nice guy," Kat lightened up a bit. "I don't even think he's a real person, knowing the Director, he's like a Terminator wearing a human skin suit," Brooklyn joked while she continued tossing the ball against the wall. "Human skin wearing robot versus your hair bru-" Kat got cut off, "Shut the fuck up and don't finish that sentence," Brooklyn shot back, pointing her finger at Kat. Katya just laughed, reassembling her gun. "I'm going down to the range, want to come?" Kat offered. "I need to repress the imagery you just put in my head with a long nap," Brooklyn struck her down. "Okay - I'll be back," Kat imitated the Terminator line. "I really wish you wouldn't," Brooklyn replied. - CUT TO THE RANGE, BLACKWATER COMPLEX Kat expected to see more people at the range today - or, anybody for that matter, but it was empty. There was a lot of ongoing missions, and the program had 85 agents - an agent Kat didn't know too well was just recently killed in action, which meant they were going to begin trials to pull from student pool. The sidearm Kat had just cleaned sat tightly in her thigh holster while she set up a paper target, sending it about twenty five feet back on the conveyer. Kat drew out her pistol, placing it on the little table in front of her. She checked her gun, making sure her clip was loaded. She took the gun off safety, cocked it and fired a shot. She hit the target square in the chest. "Good shot," she heard the voice behind her. Kat spun around. Alexis. "You know you're not supposed to sneak up on somebody with a gun, right?" Kat said, raising an eyebrow at Alexis. "Are you really going to be a stickler for rules?" Alexis teased, removing her own gun from her holster. Kat couldn't help but look at the way Alexis' jumpsuit wrapped around her curves, and the way her long blonde hair transitioned from bright and vibrant from the roots to darker at the tips. "I-" Kat stuttered, "I guess not," she replied, firing off another shot as she regained her focus at the target. Alexis checked her gun, aiming, firing off her own shot - which hit Kat's target square in the head. Kat looked over, "There's dividers her for a reason, that's my target!" She got a little upset. "Cry about it, #1," Alexis teased. Pissed off, Kat put her gun down, and got in Alexis' face. "I-" Kat started, but was cut off as Alexis pushed Kat back, then pushed her back again until Kat was up against the wall. "You what?" Alexis said, holstering her pistol. "You know, I noticed you were about to piss yourself during the brief today," Alexis laughed. "I was not going to fucking piss myself!" Kat refuted, trying to push Alexis off, but the blonde was taller by a few inches, and both her hands leaned her against the wall, making her tower over Kat. "You were making the same face you are now, the 'poor Katya has to go potty' face," Alexis smiled a little deviously, lowering one hand to grab Kat's thigh. Kat's nerves swelled up, it was as if Alexis' words had just single handedly filled her bladder. Kat instantly had to pee. It wasn't urgent, it wasn't even a feeling of desperation, but she just knew that her bladder was not empty. "No words for me, Team Leader?" Alexis teased, gripping Kat's thigh tighter. Kat only looked back, shock in her eyes, her mouth hanging open a little with the tiniest quiver on her bottom lip. Alexis' devious smile turned to a look of seriousness. Kat's eyes followed hers as Alexis' lips moved toward Kat's left ear. She could feel her warm breath almost saturating her ear. It sent shivers down Katya's spine. "Piss yourself, Team Leader," Alexis whispered. And with that, twenty two years of training and experience were flushed down the toilet as Kat begin to soak her jumpsuit in piss. She couldn't even control it. Alexis' words simply owned her in this moment. Kat's eyes glistened as Alexis never broke eye contact with her. The blonde started to stand back as Katya formed her own little puddle around her black combat boots. Alexis just smiled at her. Kat couldn't find words. "Remember - we're leaving at eighteen-hundred. That gives you.. twenty minutes or so to clean up," Alexis said, checking her wrist watch before she left the room. Kat looked down at her wet legs in defeat, confusion, some weird sense of arousal and most of all, shame. "I'm going to fucking kill her." HEY GUYS! I haven't wrote anything in almost a year, I kind of lost my spark for a bit, but I'm really hoping this can be turned into some kind of series. It was heavily inspired by Red versus Blue and Black Widow, but all the characters are original! I hope you guys enjoy, there's bound to be some grammatical mistakes in here and all that, and I think some parts are definitely a little rushed, but I'm going to really flesh this story out if it continues. If you want this story to continue, please leave a like and a comment! Thanks guys, M.E.L.
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  13. Does anybody have the video where I think she has blue-ish hair and is wetting tight blue jeans?
  14. Hey everybody! Haven't wrote in a while due to some real life stuff, so excuse me if this story doesn't seem up to par with my past work! I did a story not long ago that didn't really go anywhere, it seemed like people weren't interested, and I don't really write fics for myself, I actually hate reading my own fics lol. But everybody really enjoys my CW stuff, so I thought I'd do another Supergirl story, but with a twist this time. Hope you guys enjoy! -- Kara Danvers had not been dating Lena Luthor longer than a few weeks when Lena finally came clean about her domination kink. Kara herself was pretty tame, and the whole thing was just a lot for her, but Lena could make anything attractive, and Kara herself couldn't take the lead in sexual situations. It was one of the rare times in her life where even though should lift a bus and throw it a few hundred feet, she felt absolutely weak. Lena had been pleading for weeks to Kara to just try submitting, but Kara was really shy about the whole situation. It may have also had to do with her own pride, but mostly shyness. That being said, as of late, Kara had become more and more accepting of the idea. One thing Lena was really good at was breaking her down, she knew just the right buttons to push and when to push them. It was 10:00 P.M. when Kara had wrapped her nightly patrol around National City. It had been a long day for her, but that was just the territory of her job. She floated high over the skyline, almost in a 'job-well-done' kind of pose as she used her enhanced hearing to hear what she could hear in the streets, and for once it was calm. The calmness put a smile on her face, but a slight realization began to set in - she really had to pee. Kara had been so busy for the past few hours that she had never had a few minutes to use the bathroom. You would think with her Kryptonian muscles that her bladder alone could bench press a plane, but even by human standards Kara had somewhat weaker bladder. Before Kara could even react to her bladder, her phone went off. She whipped it out of a small pocket on her tight Supergirl costume and saw a text from Lena; L Corp. My office. Now. The serious sounding nature of the text shocked Kara, and she jolted from her place in the clouds to outside Lena's balcony in seconds. She landed softly on the balcony, but nothing appeared to be happening or in danger. Kara suspiciously walked in Lena's office and saw her sitting at her desk pretty casually. Lena smiled over at Kara, a little menacingly. "That text sounded pretty serious, are you okay?" Kara said a bit concerned yet relieved to Lena. Lena stood up from her desk, her tight skirt dancing around her knees as she walked to Kara, "I'm fine, just wanted to see how fast I could make you come," Lena teased. Kara rolled her eyes, "That's not funny, I thought you were actually in trouble." Lena came up to Kara, tracing her finger over Kara's chest, which her suit fit so perfectly in Lena's opinion. Kara tried not to react, mostly for the sake of her own pride, but she couldn't help but tremble just a little to Lena's touch - mixed in with the fact she had to pee relatively bad. "What if you're the one in trouble, Supergirl?" Lena said, as she circled around Kara. "Lena, I don't think I -" Kara was interrupted as Lena spanked her from behind, "Lena!" Kara continued in a playfully frustrated way. "Something wrong, Supergirl?" Lena teased, now putting both her hands on Kara's shoulders, massaging them a little roughly. Kara couldn't help but squirm a bit in place as she struggled to find a reply. "You need to pee, don't you?" Lena interjected, suddenly stopping the massage but keeping her soft hands resting on Kara's shoulders. The Kryptonian remained silent trying to protect her dignity, but Lena just smiled that evil, pretty smile she always had. Sharp fingers dug back into Kara's shoulders as she stood there, still slightly squirming. She could feel the mental pressure from Lena making her want to break her silence. She knew Lena was really taking control this time and that not only did Kara want this, but it was turning her on. Finally after what felt like an eternity, between her bladder, the fingers in her shoulder and the awkward silence, Kara broke her silence. "Yes," Kara nodded, avoiding eye contact as she looked down at her red boots. She felt Lena's fingers relax as she stepped back in front of Kara, placing a finger under her chin and making Kara look up in her gorgeous eyes. This alone sent shivers down Kara's spine. "Tell me what you need," Lena said starting with a smile that turned to a look of pure dominance. "I need to pee," Kara replied quietly and obediently, trying to hold it all together. "I know you do," Lena said back, smiling as she continued her piercing eye contact. Lena stepped back from Kara, who was now full on squirming, to admire her girlfriend. Kara stood there, thighs pressed tightly together and a cute-nervous expression on her face as her gaze went back down to her boots. Lena bit her lip looking at Supergirl in such an embarrassing situation, her girlfriend in such an embarrassing situation. She stepped back closer to the squirming Kara, just crossing the threshold of being close enough to intimidate. Kara looked up at her, her usually perfect blonde hair slightly messy for once. It was the small details like that that did it for Lena. Lena moved her head close to Kara's ear as Kara nervously bit her lip, looking over her shoulder. "Get on your knees, Supergirl," Lena whispered mercilessly. It was that easy for Kara, her knees became wobbly and she practically fell to them. She knew for weeks that this would happen, and that's partly why she tried to prolong it. But at this point, even Supergirl couldn't deny how much she wanted to submit for her girlfriend. "Yes, mistress," Kara replied shyly, now on her knees. Every millisecond that Lena's lips remained closed was torture for Kara. The curiosity, maybe slight fear, but mostly curiosity of what Lena might make her do next was absolutely killing her. She looked up to Lena, her wide eyes begging harder than she ever could. "How badly do you need to piss, Supergirl?" Lena asked, her voice a mix of genuine curiosity and arrogance. Kara bit her lip as she was still squeezing her thighs tightly together, the tight blue suit with red detailing hugging her thighs and calves. Almost like muscle memory and without noticing, Kara was now holding her crotch in front of Lena. She couldn't lie to her, for one: the answer was too obvious, and for two: she couldn't deal with a punishment. "Badly, mistress," Kara replied, a shake in her voice as she looked away from Lena in shame. "Stand up, Kara," Lena said in an empathetic tone, making Kara feel for the first time since she arrived that it was possible she might be getting to use the bathroom. Kara quickly stood up, dusting off the knees of her suit, but the standing did horrors for her bladder as she quickly doubled over, desperately holding herself and wrapping her legs around each other. Lena studied her stance with a smile on her face. "Stay still for five minutes and you can use my personal bathroom," Lena declared. "That means legs apart, no holding, in fact - do that pose that you like to do, where your hands are kind of on your sides, where you look like a real superhero? You know the one," Lena followed up. For the first time all night, Kara protested, "Please, mistress, I... " Kara paused, saying the next part of the sentence very quietly, "I'll pee my pants." Lena tried to keep back her smile from just hearing Kara admit she'd piss herself, "Would you rather I just order you to piss yourself on spot?" Lena retorted. Kara's eyes widened, "No! Okay, I'll accept the five minutes, I can do the five minutes," she replied only semi-confidently. Lena mockingly gave a little twirl of her finger as if to say 'begin' and Kara put her hands on her sides in her infamous superhero pose. Her foot stance widened and her body clenched tight. Lena moved back a few feet to watch her girlfriend imitate a mannequin. She pulled out her cellphone, bringing up a countdown from actually six minutes - just incase. For Kara, this was what torture felt like. She felt like she could piss an entire ocean, and having to stand in this pose in front of her girlfriend almost made her rethink if she'd ever actually do it again. She could feel her bladder literally bursting at the seams, and Lena's intensive stare only made things a hundred times worse. She had successfully stayed dry with no leaks up until this point, but she was only barely a minute in - and she could feel it coming. Opposite of Kara, Lena stood quite casually. She could see in the fake confident expression Kara was wearing that Kara was going to lose it. She could really read her like a book, it was one of Lena's many talents. Lena knew her stare made Kara nervous, and when Kara got nervous, whether she'd admit it or not, her bladder would fill - so Lena decided she wouldn't break eye contact with Kara for more than a few seconds at a time, but Kara looked so amazing in her suit that it became hard to focus. Lena's eyes drifted down from her face to her chest, the giant "S" logo looked so regal, and the gold belt only complimented that. Lena's eyes drifted further down Kara's body to her hips as she imagined everything she wanted to do to Kara when they wrapped this - but suddenly a distraction. Something caught her eye... a wet spot. Kara gasped, trying not to move her body as a wet spot began to form on the front of her suit. The material glistened with piss as the wetness traveled halfway down her thigh. Kara's expression had now changed from fake confident to full on panic mode. 'I just peed my fucking pants in front of Lena,' was the only thought running through her head as she struggled to keep the rest in. She wasn't even taking in her surroundings anymore, her entire focus became holding in the rest of her piss for the next three or so minutes. Her distraction completely allowed her to miss Lena coming up to her until Lena was directly in her face. Kara's nerves set in as her body tensed up harder, still remaining still. Lena cupped Kara's wet crotch with her hand as she moved her lips to Kara's, softly kissing her girlfriend. The kiss nearly broke Kara, and she couldn't help but leak just a bit. Lena felt the warmth and wetness of Kara's crotch just barely expand. Kara whimpered under the soft kissing with Lena, knowing she was losing it again - but Lena didn't care. Lena wanted Kara Danvers to pee her pants. Lena was making Kara Danvers pee her pants. And now, Kara Danvers was desperately leaking in her suit. Lena knew all it would take was two words to make Kara lose it. It was just her natural 'good girl' demeanor. Even with a two minutes remaining on her countdown, Lena still decided to cheat. With barely a lick of hesitation, for the final time Lena put her mouth close to Kara's ear. "Piss your pants," Lena whispered, even more mercilessly. But for Kara, once again that's all it took. Hot warmth spread across Lena's hand and engulfed it as Kara relaxed her bladder. She felt it travel down her thighs, around her knees, to her shins and pool around her heels in her boots. Kara practically peed forever. The relief was orgasmic for Kara, her head rolled back and her eyes closed as a soft smile formed from her lips contrasting her glowing red cheeks. The warmth felt amazing, the relief felt amazing, and even the humiliation for her girlfriend... oddly felt amazing. Kara couldn't believe that her first submission started like this, and frankly neither could Lena, but it turned out to be a pretty great way to start. Finally, after what felt like years of pissing but was actually nearly two minutes, Kara's bladder completely emptied. The entire bottom half of her suit was glistening wet and her boots had provided a piss catcher preventing any puddles. Kara lightly stepped back and quickly realized she had turned her boots to galoshes as she took squishy steps. Lena could only laugh at that, but the rest turned her on. She was going to treat Kara like she'd never been treated before, and she was going to do it now.
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