someone should stop me

the concept of someone fully crying while leaking is so cute because the panic is really starting to set in. especially if they're not allowed to go for another hour or two, but their poor little bladder is just stretched to the max. can't help it, just dribbling like a puppy while they whine and squirm. their dom touching them would make it so much worse, cupping their damp groin over their pants as they sniffle and try desperately to close their legs.

you! 🫵 piss yourself right now!

The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.

how dare you say we piss on the poor

all hail the 1 million note Piss Post

peeing after robot sex so i dont get an hdmi

a LOT of kink content on tumblr is fantasy and does not reflect what kink should actually be like. it is totally ok to be turned on by these fantasies and it's good to incorporate them into your sex life in safe ways. however a lot of the hot hardcore kink scenarios that make it seem like everything was spontaneous are not necessarily lying to you, but they are leaving out the "before" part. kink requires a LOT of discussion and communication. you should not forsake this part of kink because you wanna get to sex immediately because the before and after of kink are just as important, if not more, than the during.

omo where the desperate person is wearing a belt and they make it to a bathroom, only to have an accident because the pressure of trying to take their belt off by first cinching it a little tighter is too much for their bladder

i am a huge fan of the phrase “i’ve never had to pee this bad in my life” or “i’ve never had to go this bad before or some variation of that. whether they’re just being dramatic or they really do mean it, i love it. just the vocal acknowledgment that this is their worst experience of desperation they’ve ever had is something that gets me everytime

A guy who's afraid of thunderstorms wakes up in the middle of the night because of a loud clap of thunder. His heart pounds in his chest as he tries to catch his breath. When his sleepy mind starts to grasp the situation, he slowly untenses his body– Wait, he really has to pee. He tenses up again and feels how the waistline of his pajama pants is squeezing his bloated bladder. He gently pulls the band away from the bulge to soothe his need a bit. A flash of light followed by a boom makes him startle, and he lets go of his waistband, causing it to snap back and hit his swollen abdomen. He gasps in fear and pure need as he hides under his blanket and holds his penis– only to feel his face heat up as he notices his pajamas have a small, barely noticeable wet spot on them now. He can feel his pee hole quivering as fear weakens his muscles. I'm going to wet the bed. I need to get up. He thinks as he tries to calm his breathing. He sees another flash of light and crosses his legs in anticipation just before the thunder follows. He whimpers under his breath as he hears the wind and rain pick up. He has to go now. He can run to the bathroom before another strike hits! He leaves the safe cocoon of his blanket and reaches to flip the lamp on. No-go. The electricity is down. He feels tears prickle in his eyes at the thought of peeing in the dark, but he has to. He's not a child. He grabs his phone and turns on the flashlight. A shiver jostles his bladder as he steps onto the cold hardwood floor. One hand holding his phone up, one hand grasping his cock, he starts to shuffle towards the bathroom. He can do this. He can make it before the next thunderclap. A sudden vibration and blast of noise from his phone startles him so badly that he drops it. A weather warning lights up the screen. “No, no, no–” He lets out a sob as heat runs down his thighs, his pajamas now clinging to his skin. He bends down to pick up his phone, still peeing, before the puddle can reach it. And he just kneels on the floor as he finishes his accident. Still afraid, he rushes back to his bed when he's done. Piss dripping with every step he takes, he jumps under the covers. He closes his eyes and sniffles as he tries to go back to sleep. The humiliation and anxiety leaving hot streaks of tears on his cheeks. As he finally drifts back to sleep with stuttering breaths, his bladder pushes out a few more trickles of pee onto his sheets. A problem for when the storm passes.

Mutual desperation but one person is very vocal and obvious and the other person doesn’t say a goddamn word and is desperately trying not to even squirm to the point that the other person doesn’t event know they need to go (but they have to go SO bad)

"if you're asexual then why do you keep making sex jokes?" oh i don't know... maybe because sex is a joke to me..?

Stop scrolling your kink blog and drink some water. Slut.

It’s either be yourself or pee yourself dude

it’s really not