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back back back again with a rebrand because i want to interact with some omo/watersports folks on here off anon

• this blog is 18+, under 18s dni

• name: Jester

• age: mid 20s

• omo ao3 is CitrusRot ;) (i have another 2 for rpf and non rpf but they’re my little secret for now)

• currently focused on f1 so if you’re against rpf please ignore (also into like so many fandoms like fuck me im in them all)

• i will post about not just piss promise

• i’ll try not abandon this blog again

#my asks #<-for whatever bad bangers i’ve taunted others with #heated rivalry #<- gets its own tag fuck if

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Louis Pointe Du Lac was having a rough time since he started his vampire transformation. He was surprised to learn that he didn’t suddenly become a vampire the moment Lestat had bit him and made Louis drink the vampire’s own blood. Instead the physical transformation was a slow but very uncomfortable process.

Louis felt cramping in his legs and his stomach. The cramping wasn’t the only thing that was making the dark haired vampire feel uncomfortable. His bladder had suddenly grown very heavy and he couldn’t remember another time in his life when he had to piss so badly.

He was quite a ways away from the privy behind his manor or the chamber pot in his bedroom. Louis crossed his legs and attempted to cover his crotch to hopefully not leak into his breeches.

Lestat, witnessing this absurdity, let out a small chuckle. “Part of your transformation is to rid your body of your human wastes,” The blonde vampire explained as the dark haired vampire let out a small moan from discomfort , “Go into that secluded area of the swamp, and don’t come back until you are empty,” Lestat pointed to a nearby secluded area with cypress trees that were covered in Spanish moss.

Louis obediently headed towards the stretch of bayou. His bladder felt like it was going to burst and his stomach cramps were making him feel all the worse. By the time he was out of view of any prying eyes the dark hair vampire was practically crawling across the ground from the pain.

While Louis would have normally preferred to piss standing up, he did not have the energy to do that at the moment. He pulled his breeches and drawers down and assumed a squatting position. As soon as he got into position the floodgates opened. The large stream of urine that was leaving the new vampire’s body started to create a large puddle. He prayed that the piss puddle didn’t touch his leather shoes. He hadn’t been able to dig a hole first. Which he would have preferred to do for a cleaner and classier nature tinkling experience.

After he finished the biggest piss of his life Louis’s body had other functions demanding his attention…

Louis’s body was finally empty. Unfortunately he had to sacrifice his handkerchief to clean himself up. He reminded himself that he would never have to piss or shit ever again. He would never be in this situation again in his unlife. Losing a handkerchief would be a small sacrifice in the long run. Louis pulled his drawers and breeches back up and began to leave the bayou.

He still felt weak, but the dark haired vampire felt much better with an empty bladder, intestines and stomach. He headed back up the steps of the mansion. Lestat was there to greet him. “Quickly we need to get to my coffin before the sun comes up,”

As the two vampires walked through the parlor Louis had a bad realization, he wasn’t as empty as he thought he was and his bladder was making him know that he had to pee again.

“Before we get in the coffin I have to take a piss,” The dark haired vampire admitted.

Lestat was horrified, “I told you to completely empty yourself,”

Louis looked a little sheepish, “I thought I had, but I have to go before I am closed up in a coffin for hours.”

Lestat let out a sigh. The two vampires stopped by Louis’s bedroom. The blonde vampire stood in the doorway, while Louis pulled the chamber pot from underneath his bed. The dark haired vampire undid the front of his breeches and stood in front of the pot and started to pee.

Lestat could hear the tinkling sound of Louis’s urine hitting the inside of the chamberpot. Lestat realized that Louis Hadn't been lying about how much he had to go.

When Louis finally finished his piss he headed to the wash basin to wash his hands and to pull a new handkerchief from his dresser drawer.

“We need to hurry to the coffin now,” Lestat ordered, “we can’t risk being exposed to sunlight,”

When they got to the coffin in Lestat’s bedroom, Lestat started to strip his clothing off until he was only wearing his pair of drawers. Louis, who was much more modest than Lestat was, changed into his nightshirt.

With the two of them now tightly packed into the dark coffin, Louis was so grateful that his bladder was emptied first or this would have been so much more uncomfortable for him.

feralboo-the-weirdo

I think one of the wildest parts about discovering you're asexual is realizing almost everyone else isn't.

defensivemidfielders

men's sports rpf is ethical because i'm making that man significantly more empathetic and emotionally intelligent, and with a much richer inner world. he should be thanking me, actually

hanquality

Have you seen Lando fidgeting in his seat and pinching the crotch of his trousers while speaking onstage https://www.instagram.com/reel/DavYEmbqBmm/?igsh=cGZxeHhsMmxldTR0

he does look extra tense and squirmy here oooh

glitterylivery

looking through the Le Mans 24h drivers is like opening your middle school yearbook. what do you mean dani juncadella, kmag, stoffel vandoorne, doriane pin, jack doohan, logan sargeant, nyck de vries and robert kubica all in the same race???