florian

hy/hym, he/him. 21 yrs, nsft, minors will be blocked. anti-censorship. some taboo/dark content.

[flowerbitten]

about florian

21 yrs

hy/hym, he/him

minors will be blocked

nsft account

rack + cccc philosophy

profiction, anti-censorship

some taboo/dark content

trans, gay, disabled, etc.

vers switch sadomasochist

dni/immediate block if you

are less than 18 years old.

are an ageless blog.

post racism, misogyny, queerphobia, zionism, antisemitism, saneism, ableism, classism, terf content, swerf content, etc. any sort of bigotry is not welcome.

post about real, non-fictional abuse in a positive light. this includes predatory posts about real living animals or real living children, alongside all other types of abuse.

post shblr or edblr content.

kinkshame or police others.

harass others, including for posting taboo or dark content.

before you follow

i post and reblog nsft content.

at times i will post about taboo kinks, as well as fictional depictions of taboo topics such as incest or abuse. i do not by any means condone these in real life. i will tag my posts accordingly, so topics can be avoided.

fub free; please feel free to unfollow or block me if you don't want to see my content, i will not take it personally.

i block freely; if you got blocked, it probably wasn't personal.

if sending me asks or dms, please treat me as an equal person, and not as your dom or sub.

kinks not mentioned in this post are typically somewhere in neutral territory for me, ranging from a slight interest to slight disinterest.

my preferences

gay. attracted to men, man/masc aligned people, and occasionally agender/third gender/multi gender/gender neutral ppl.

some of my kinks i'm interested in regardless of gender. i may reblog content just for the kink.

dom names i like: my lord, sir, owner.

sub names i like: pet, puppy, mutt, cub, good boy, prince, boytoy, dumb boy, bladder slut, pain slut.

kinks you might see

piss holding, bladder bulges, bladder inflation/plugging (sometimes extreme/superhuman)

belly stuffing, liquid chug belly bloating (sometimes extreme/superhuman)

belly bondage/torture

bellies (all sizes)

big pecs

petplay

leather

collars, bondage

forcemasc

exercise

endurance

sadomasochism, bdsm, impact play

dacryphilia

cnc, somno

brother incest/fauxcest

disabled supremacy, trans supremacy

orgasm control

praise, degradation

choking, breathplay

blades (swords, knives, etc.)

battle/fighting

hands, fingers, wrists

eggpreg, ovipos

monster fucking, robot fucking

vampirism, biting, blood drinking, bloodplay

etc.

content i avoid

(if you post about these regularly you can absolutely still interact, but i most likely won't follow back or interact with your posts)

scat, farting/burping*

vomit/emeto**

pregnancy/birthing***

snuff, necro

vore

live insertions

insect play

prolapse

findom

lolisho

tickling

detrans

parent child incest/fauxcest

blackmail

smegma

*i am somewhat into extreme/prolonged holding of gas or stool, especially in the context of stuffing, but not the release of it.

**i am interested in implied emeto/mentions of "might not be able to keep it down" in stuffing scenarios, but not actual vomiting.

***i am into eggpreg/birthing and ovipos, but not any other preg or birthing scenarios.

[flowerbitten]

me, pre-t: what do you mean people get so wet it gets all over their thighs? that it soaks through their underwear completely? that's very obviously a porn exaggeration. and nobody comes so hard their body shakes involuntarily for several seconds, that's absurd.

me now: ohhhhhhhhhhh no okay that's definitely a thing i just had the wrong hormone lol

(anyway yeah i just think it's hot that i was super dry before and even at my most aroused i maybe got a tiny wet spot at best, and now i can get my actual pants damp through my boxer briefs if i'm not careful, all because of hrt)

[flowerbitten]

- orgasm denial, argument kink? -

after a few days without orgasm i tend to get REALLY irritable and can be pretty mean, which is why i never indulge in my interest in denial

but i keep thinking about a hot guy who i can fight with... who can take my anger and snappiness and give it right back, or turn it around into teasing me for being pent up

someone i can get all of that restless energy out on so i can stay denied for a while without being mean to anyone on accident

bonus points if he can push me around a bit (with my prior consent ofc and carefully bc i'm a bit fragile), maybe pin me down, grab my face, etc.

[regular-brick]

We all want what we can't have

[wildthinginthewoods]

Your belly howls as noodles slide down your throat. The dense clump lands heavy in your packed stomach, and your back arches further as the pressure increases. Deep angry gurgles rumble in your churning gut, the rich pasta sitting unhappily in you. You rub the hot, tight skin of your belly as it juts inches from your form; a heavy taut mound. God you can’t believe it’s so heavy and big, so stuffed with pasta. It’s so tight and full oh god. Your moan is lost in the shoveling of more food into your mouth. Noodles wet with sauce hang from your lips as you scoop handfuls from the pot. Your stomach cries out in groans and wet belches push up past the pasta going down. There’s so little room left but you’re so hungry, so desperate for more. You need so much more.

How much pasta did you make? Five boxes? Six? Seven? You didn’t even measure as you made the sauce, dumping ingredients in the huge stock pot in ratios you know by heart.

How much pasta is swirling in you now? The pot still has a quarter left, but your stomach is rebelling. You pant as you clutch at your distended stomach, it’s curves visible where it hangs from your ribs. You can feel the contents sloshing and churning, and you whine through the belches as you massage it. You’re so fucking full, so heavy with pasta and creamy sauce that is so so delicious. You can’t fit anything else but you’re not full yet, there’s still room, you know there must still be room.

You struggle to reach the pot, unable to sit up around the enormous belly hanging off you. You pull it into your lap and shove both your hands deep into the pile of still warm pasta. Your face is flushed the same red as your gut, every inch of you hot with arousal, digestion, and effort. Every swallow makes your stomach tighter, tighter, tighter but you can’t stop yourself. It’s too good, it’s not enough, it’s too much it’s too much. Ohhhhhhmmmmmmm you’re so stuffed but you can’t stop eating. Your belly heaves with the force of every swallow, no stretch left and only pressure. Building pressure, it’s so fucking tight oh god you’re going to burst but it’s still not enough.

The pot is empty and you let it fall to the ground in your desperate scrabble for the nearly untouched liter of soda. Each gulp feels like a shove to get down, but you’re so thirsty. Your stomach shakes with growls and whines, and you moan with it as you drain more into its depths. The skin is shiny and hard and you feel like you swallowed concrete and it’s so gooood. It’s so full, oh god you’re so full, you can’t believe how enormous you are. You gulp desperately. You need to be bigger, heavier, tighter. Ahhhhhmmmmm you’re so tight. Pain lances across your stomach but you keep drinking, the pressure keeps growing, it’s hard to breathe. It’s unbearable but it’s incredible.

The bottle falls to the ground empty. You fall backward to lie flat, shaking and writhing in pleasure and pain and pressure. You can’t fit anything else inside, you’re so full, you’d burst. Your gut is a heavy, angry mass weighing on you. It’s so huge, god it’s huge and heavy and full. The pressure inside is so so high. It’s so good, it’s so tight, it’s so stuffed. All the pasta and sauce and soda that you stuffed inside yourself; you fit so much inside yourself. You’re huge, you can’t reach yourself to touch yourself, you’re tight and stuffed and huge oh god. You’re so full, so full, so full, so full, so full

[flowerbitten]

- bladder control -

leaving a sub on read while he whines over text about how full, aching, swollen, and painful his bladder is sounds really good right now

of course, i've got my hands down my pants the whole time, reading every text and getting off to the thought of how stretched his poor, cramping bladder must be

[voreyeurism]

bladder inflation scribbles

[concretetrash]

Nikolai with a bladder so full he looks pregnant? And the deflation after ^q^

He almost made it home... Almost 😔

[concretetrash]

The date :3

They have names now too! Emmett (the taller one) and Dan (the other one)... They also have a piss kink thank you :3

[concretetrash]

Ig implied piss stuff under the cut I don't know possibly new kink unlocked at this point 😩

They do deserve a little piss kink as a treat tbh :3

[cynthia0mo]

love love LOVING the rapid desperation trope lately.

imagine being in close quarters with a crush/fc of yours. they tell you they've been drinking lots of water lately to improve their hydration. you can instantly tell how much they've been drinking from the amount they're peeing: large, hissy pees every hour or so.

you're sat on the couch, and they go 'surely i don't need to go this bad already?'. they head to the bathroom, and, sure enough, they're gushing into the porcelain bowl, letting their overactive bladder deflate.

they're so used to peeing on the hour at this point, that their desperation when they miss a pee break doesn't come as a surprise to either of you. maybe you're both on a roadtrip, or out and about in town, or just at home watching a movie and are too comfy to move. they just can't stop writhing around, trying to downplay their desperation, telling themselves 'i'm an adult. i can hold my piss for longer than an hour', when, you know that, in this state, they're not making it to the next hour dry.

you think of the ending... do they wet themselves, completely humiliated, a piss larger than their hourly ones soaking through their clothing shamelessly? or do they somehow make it to a toilet for the next hourly pee, and they don't stop talking about their bladder bulge, not knowing that it drives you crazy?

either way, once they're completely relieved, they keep up their habit of overly hydrating, maybe even pushing up their pee frequency to every half an hour. maybe, the next time you await the huge gusher splashing into the toilet, you see them sat with glassy eyes, grinding secretly against a chair, secretly enjoying their increasing desperation?

[cynthia0mo]

imagine a reality where peeing isn't a multiple times daily endeavour, more like a once a week occurrence. people's bladder capacity increase massively, meaning that holds last more than just a few hours... more like a few weeks.

now imagine someone who has been holding for a month or so now, they've lost count of the days by now. they've either been forced by a lover who just wants to see their vulnerability in its rawest form, or maybe a little twisted wire in their brain makes the feeling of an overly full bladder pleasurable for themselves.

each day is almost torturous for them. they've always been known to have a huge bladder capacity — peeing is a very rare occurance for them — however, this is a whole new story. their bladder bulges out, almost like a shelf, making them look pregnant. because of this, they have to wear dresses/trousers with loose waistbands, fearing that even the slightest bit of pressure around their full abdomen will cause the ocean of pee to hiss out of them.

their peehole aches needily, fluttering each time they sit and push on their bladder accidentally. daily tasks like showering, cleaning, exercising have become agonising, even leaving tiny (and unrelieving) wet spots on their clothing closer to the end of the month.

with the scenario of a lover forcing them to do this... they press on their bladder "accidentally", poking and prodding the dense and tough ball of hot liquid in their lower abdomen. towards the inevitable end of the hold, each poke causes a leak to gush into their clothes, but no matter what pained noise leaves their lips, their lover denies them relief.

now imagine the end of the hold. maybe the person's out somewhere: shopping, university, a friend's house, public transport. they can tell that they're nearing the end of their hold. although the pride they feel when their bladder bulge is praised/compared to a pregnancy bump, they know that their body will give out at any point. the worst thing is... due to the low frequency that people use the bathroom in this reality, they're not readily available anywhere. and they can tell that they're going to lose it any second.

peehole fluttering, leaks gushing out into their clothes every few seconds, the person's reduced to a shaking, blushing mess, knees buckling with the weight of their overfilled bladder. they either miraculously find a quiet corner where they can peacefully let out a whole month's worth of urine (and are soon found by onlookers of the huge puddle of pee that's slowly making its way into the public, revealing the person's sick interests).

...or, their bladder's had enough. pain shoots up through them with every attempt of a step forward towards a quiet corner... it's useless. the month's worth of urine is coming out now, no matter if they try to stop it or not. they crouch down, gallons and gallons of hot piss hissing out onto the linoleum floors of a mall/university classroom, or they put their head into their hands as they gush helplessly into the plush seating of a friends' bed/couch or a seat on public transport.

they are soaked, bladder aching once they're finally empty for the first time that month. it took damn near 10 minutes of gushing wherever they may be to void their bladder, and, although they're a blushy, embarrassed mess, they can't deny the feeling of satisfaction and desire they feel once they see their mess, no matter how many onlookers were there to see their moment of weakness.

[flowerbitten]

- belly stuffing, pee holding -

considering doing stuffing and a hold later tbh... i'll probably end up not in the end, but i keep daydreaming about it, trying to decide what i could eat, and how much i think i could drink, and how long i could hold... i really need to train my bladder more. i really wanna get my belly and bladder to be huge and swollen, hnggg

[flowerbitten]

- belly stuffing -

i'm pretty full from lunch. not yet overfull, it isn't uncomfortable at all, but full enough that i feel pretty round or heavy. just the kind of fullness that comes with having a pretty big meal, the kind you wanna nap after, but no tummyache or discomfort.

but... i really would like to be fuller. i want someone to give me another big meal, maybe pasta or ramen. i'd probably be pretty uncomfortable at that point, if not already having a tummyache. maybe i'd take something for the nausea if there is any. but then i'd wanna be stuffed even more. i can imagine being given way too much to eat, and to drink as well. forcing down more and more until the top of my stomach is all hard and swollen, and it really hurts... yeah. i'd really like that right now. just being stuffed to the brim and then laying in bed until i fall asleep.

[coffee-discussions]

Me: you have a safeword and I won’t stop until you use it

Also me: *proceeds to stop every 5 seconds anyway to make sure you’re ok*

[vampire-catboy]

Thinking about cockwarming a guy for hours, just gettin comfy on his lap using him as my chair while I play games on my switch. Maybe I'm playing animal crossing or a pokemon game. Every time I mess up in game I squeeze around his cock but he's not allowed to cum today. So I just ignore him in favor of my game, no mater how hard and leaky he is inside me, he wants to be good for me. If he lasts all day I might let him piss in me, you know, since he hasn't been able to get up from being used as my seat. But that would be his only reward, he'd still half to painfully piss though a stiff weeping cock. Oh well.

[gaytiredtboy]

I love when I get so hard I can shift from rubbing my tdick like a clit to stroking it like a cock