OCTANE LETS GOOOOOOOO Ive Been Playing Apex A Bit Too Much Lately Ngllll

Cute boy 💕

lessons of gentlemanly education from Pocket😎🎩

he's in the third dimension now

BUFF BIKER BUTTERS !!!!

Here's a funny little doodle-comic-thingy I made after a friend gave me the idea that adult butters would be fucking built 💗💗

A bit late to Valentine’s Day

smol confused boi wip.

Stuck in the Middle

You’re stuck between him and a hard place. 

Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao x Reader

A/N: I’m not going to post this weekend so here is a little something that I finished before I got sick heheh I can’t remember where I got this idea from but I wanted to try writing it

SMUT // NSFW 

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Can you draw Stan Marsh hugging a huge Orca Plushie, please?

i wanna be forced to drink endless glasses of water and hold so long that i start begging to be allowed the privilege of relief. in any way, dropping to my knees clutching myself and crying, please just let me piss, even let me piss myself if it’s what you want, i can’t be this desperate much longer, i’ll do anything…

desperate enough that when i hear another mean “no, stop asking” i burst into tears. hearing them laugh and press their boot down on my bladder, laughing harder when i buckle over trying not to piss myself. hearing “aw, baby, it’s supposed to be hard. it’s supposed to feel like this. you’re supposed to feel like this. now thank me for not allowing you to piss, come give me head while you’re at it”

i’d still be crying, crawling over to them, my thighs pressed together and trembling. trying to make them cum as fast as possible bc maybe they’ll let me go after. getting my dumb teary face slapped for bouncing desperately in place trying not to piss myself instead of giving them a better rhythm. barely able to focus on using my mouth because all i can think about is my need, the overwhelming ache in my stretched bladder, how tightly im clenched trying not to leak.

i make them cum, and my reward is a few more sips of water, and them tossing down some balled up towels. “don’t get excited,” they say when i look hopeful. “this is just for you to hump. you’re squirming all over the place, you must be so horny! so let me watch you grind your cunt on these, aren’t i so nice? …. what do you mean, you won’t be able to cum without pissing yourself? that doesn’t sound right, you haven’t even had that much to drink. don’t be silly. stop arguing and ride these.”

it’d be so miserable, feeling my bladder slosh with the rock of my hips, clenching desperately, sobbing harder when they tell me i’m going too slow. if i want to get to use the bathroom i better be a good girl and put on a show, play with my tits and grind my swollen wet cunt on the towels (“see, i knew you were enjoying this, your cunt doesn’t lie. if you really had to piss that badly you wouldn’t be enjoying it so much”) and crying even harder when they press their boot down on my bladder again and tell me to keep humping

of course every time i started to feel good i’d almost leak. it’d be so obvious when i finally do, a spot appearing on the towel and me gasping and clutching for myself. “i didn’t say you could stop humping, and i didn’t say you could piss, either,” they’d tell me. “are you really going to piss yourself humping some towels like a dog? i guess i need to buy a puppy pad for you. keep going”

of course i’d reach my limit. it would feel too good, and i’d leak, and try to stop, but my body would just… fail. lose control. i’d moan like a whore as i let go, the vulnerability of my bladder bursting beyond my control and the relief and warmth soaking the towels. i’d piss for so long, unable to stop, my eyes rolled up with pleasure and rutting my cunt on piss soaked towels and whimpering with relief when i finished and my bladder throbbed with an empty ache.

of course the goal all along was to make me cry and push me to the point of losing control completely. they’d either tease me with sweet mock praise, telling me good girl for holding so long and to thank them for testing and pushing me… or be mean, laugh at me and remind me that i didn’t have permission and pissed myself like a stupid disobedient animal. either way they’d make me keep humping the piss soaked towels and beg to cum.

and then, after cleaning up, they give me another glass of water… this is training, after all, so now i should be able to drink even more and hold even longer this time, and the goals will keep increasing each time or else i’ll be punished… and i’m almost grateful to start drinking and be kept under such complete humiliating control