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comfort character? no, im the one whos gonna give them comfort. come here, lets get you some proper love and affection

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honestly think im pansexual and homoromantic ngl !

#razzramblez

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hii piss tumblr how r we :3

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when the function got uti omo

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character A is sick with a UTI. it's bad, and so their friend/partner character B has been taking care of them, helping them through it.

B lets A rest in their bed and goes out to run some errands, promising to be back soon. a very sick A is left behind.

quickly, the familiar need for the bathroom starts to crawl up on them- and it hurts. perhaps they even start to cry, depending on the character. it burns, and the more they hold it in, the worse it gets- but they're too ill to get up.

they curl in on themselves and their eyes are brimming with tears. all they want is some relief- so... after a few more moments of pain, unable to think even straight, they push. hard.

they force out in big, big spurts what feels like gallons of urine, a warm wetness quickly spreading across their butt and across the sheets. their pajama pants are growing soaked- but they don't care. it feels so good.

the stream comes to a stop, and they take a moment to come to their senses, laying in a puddle of their own mess. they eventually realize the extent of what they've done, and their face flushes red as they let out an embarrassed sob.

they wet B's bed on purpose.

disgusted with themselves, they lay there, wallowing in their self depreciation until B comes home. B heads upstairs to check on them, only to find them quietly crying to themselves. they rush over, gently asking what happened, and A has to explain the situation.

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Wishing I was desperate!

sounds like it's time to drink up!!

#omorashi #omo

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pee tumblr how are we doing lately !!

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thinking about when i controlled my partner’s bladder in person and ….damn.

it started about mid-day i think; i was still at home, so over text. i told him when to start holding good and early so that when i’d get to his place that evening, he’d already be nice and desperate. we went back and forth all day texting, with me telling him to drink more water and reminding him how far away his relief was going to be, him updating me how bad it was getting with every hour. i got to his place maybe around seven that night, he’d been holding for a good four hours by then i think — he has a notoriously small bladder, which i tease him for often, so this was quite a feat already. once i got there, the real torment could start. he was already asking me for relief , while also being desperately horny for it. he was constantly kissing me, touching me, hoping maybe that would sway me to let him go. of course, that wasn’t happening.

about an hour later, i had to pee. i’d been drinking electrolytes for a while, which always go right through me. i told him multiple times that i was starting to feel an urge, though it wasn’t terrible, how good it was going to feel when i got to piss and he didn’t. it was driving him crazy. i enjoyed that for a bit while building up my own need. eventually, i told him to get in the bathtub, leaving on just his underwear. i stripped down and climbed on top of him. his dick was so hard with anticipation. he’d been begging me to pee on him for days. i straddled his lap, grinding on him a little just to tease him. Then right over his dick, i started pissing. i was so turned on, it took some effort to get going, but quickly i pissed all over his lap while he whimpered and clung onto me. i told him he better keep holding—though i was sure feeling my warm piss soaking into his underwear was making it so much worse. and it was. i told him to get up and rinse off. the water from the shower head was even more torture. for a second, his legs buckled and i was sure he was about to lose it. but instead, a huge drop of pre-cum dribbled out instead, sliding from the tip of his hard cock down his leg. i praised him for that; my pussy was throbbing.

i made him dry off and get redressed. i had him wearing gray sweatpants, obviously, so any leaks would be nice and obvious. we laid down in his bed, and i got on top of him again, kissing him hard and putting all my weight on his bladder. he kept squirming and groaning, struggling to even kiss me back while he was this desperate. it was so adorable. i kept this up for a while, and to my surprise, he still hadn’t leaked. at this point, it was far past how long he’d ever held before. we moved to the couch, along the way i forced him to fill up his water bottle so he could keep drinking. just the sound of the water from the rap rushing into the bottle had him pressing his legs together and begging me to let it end. of course i wasn’t going to. i reminded him, “you know i’m not going to let you piss voluntarily. you’re going to hold it until you absolutely can’t anymore.”

we sat back on the couch together, and i alternated climbing over him to press into his bladder with all my body weight, and sitting beside him stroking his dick through his pants. every once in a while, for good measure, i’d press down hard on his bladder with both hands and he’d cry out in pain. by this point, he was nearly beyond words. bordering delirious, he could barely put a sentence together. he was still trying to beg me to let him piss, but the question kept falling short as he could only laugh and grind his teeth. he finished another full water bottle. i was so impressed.

“do you want me to-to fill it up again?” he managed to ask. of course i did.

standing up from the couch almost pushed him over the edge as the gravity shift hit him. he had to stand still with his legs crossed to regain control before we could go back to the kitchen. but again, to my surprise, he made it. i praised him for how good he was being, and that had him even more whimpering and delirious. it was so deliciously pathetic, i was losing my mind. he filled up the bottle again, each painful second of the water flowing made him beg me more and more. when he straightened back up, even that slight shift had him falling apart. this is when he started to lose it.

he stood in the kitchen—and i say “stood” generously. he was constantly moving back and forth, alternating feet and crossing his legs over and over again while he told me he wasn’t going to last much longer. finally, to my absolute pleasure, a leak hit. it was enough to soak a little wet spot through the front of his pants. he begged harder—he couldn’t be still at all, and now that the first leak had come out, i knew there was no way he’d last much longer.

but still, i blocked the path to the bathroom. he begged more, and another spurt burst out. it slid down his leg, and though it was a faint enough stream to not show its path, i could see it darken the cuff of his pants around his ankle. i let him move to the bathroom, and he shuffled carefully along, leaking a bit more with every step.

“we may be in the tub now, but you better keep holding,” i told him as i pushed him against the wall of the bathtub. he groaned, falling back against the wall and barely able to hold himself up. i leaned my body fully into his, pressing on his bladder as i slid my leg between his.

his head fell onto my shoulder; his body was so run down he couldn’t support himself anymore. a bigger spurt jetted out, pouring directly onto my leg. he moaned and kept on begging. finally, right against his ear, i told him he could let go.

the floodgates opened immediately. he started pissing full force. the hot stream ran down both of our legs where i kept my thigh pressed between his. he must’ve pissed for a minute while he clung desperately to me, both arms hugged tight around me. i was the only thing holding him upright at this point; his legs were giving out beneath him, but i had him pinned to the wall firmly enough he couldn’t fall. once all the piss was drained from his body, he couldn’t stop thanking me. he was still completely delirious, but now from relief rather than desperation.

i gave him a minute to come back, just holding him like that while i savored the feeling of his soaked pants on my skin. when he was able to speak sentences again, he told me how orgasmic had felt to let go. he said it felt so good, he didn’t even need to come after that. we rinsed off, and i took him back to bed to cuddle and praise him for what a good boy he’d been for me.

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Hm hmm òwó

A character who's extremely polite needing to use the bathroom but gets stuck holding the door and- oops. No available stalls...

Or they feel compelled to let more and more people go ahead of them. Elderly people, or people with little kids, etc... it gets to the point where they're nearly squirming and hopping foot to foot but they so badly don't want to be rude to people!!

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Some of you haven't been to the darkest depths of ao3 and it shows

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I'm late, still holding? Curious tbh

yepppp

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mmmmmm gotta pee someone tell me to hold it and tell me to drink more

#omorashi #omo #pee kink #piss kink #bladder holding #bladder desperation #omo hold #bladder control

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holding tn 🤗🤗

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i really love the idea of publicly holding in places where there's nowhere to go. i picture a cute boy desperate to pee and barely holding it back while he's stuck on the bus waiting for his stop and i melt

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I just love when men wiggle around and squeeze their thighs together so harshly, in an attempt to hold back themselves and not let any spurt of the hot liquid escape. Their hands oftenly shoving into their pockets, moving around so desperately that they can't let go now. They won't even dare to look you in the face, too scared that you'd make a fool out of them if you catch a glimpse of their truly desperate expression. They just stand there, too afraid and nervous to ask you again for permission, after an already negative response. But then, it just happens. At first, they try to hold back and a gasp escapes from their mouth in the process, but as they notice it won't stop they get gushed by the relaxing sensation of finally relieving after a risky and long hold. So, they just give up and let themselves get absorbed into it. A last stream could be seen coming from beneath their pants and trailing down on their already soaked leg, just helping the puddle from underneath themselves enlarge. They are now even more embarrassed and nervous, and all they can do is let their lips quiver and feel a tear drip down on their cheek.

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one day pregnant and the baby craves men peeing themselves then crying about it 😊🙏

#/j #omorashi #omo #pee kink #piss kink #male omorashi

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OMO BRAINROT IS BACK EXPECT THE WORST FROM ME.

#omorashi #omo #razz is insane