♡ Noah ♡

21 | mature content version of my main, mostly piss stuff ngl

[grandeosegreed]

Hiii, boundaries post!! And stuff!!

~ Please avoid mentioning things I do on here on my main one, I wanna keep them relatively separate.

~ Obviously, this deals with more 18+ content. If I suspect you're younger than 18, I'm gonna block you.

~ Like with my main, please don't mention politics or world issues.

~ Kinkshame, or be a prick, and I'll block you. I'm very loose with my blocking.

That's it, thank you for reading ♡

[grandeosegreed]

I'm sorry but Shinji always felt like the bratty bottom type and I'm tired of pretending he wouldn't want to be fucked into next week instead of DOING the fucking

[livingd333dgrrrl]

someone should write a fanfic about charles because he’s such a cool and hot character :P

[grandeosegreed]

yeah maybe eventually

[questions-about-blorbos]

Would you put your Blorbo in the same situation as the taximaster pee guy?

Yes

No

I have no idea who the taximaster pee guy is

Voting ended onFeb 21

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[grandeosegreed]

This is quite literally what I live for! This is what this entire count was MADE FOR!! it's all that fills my Google docs (minus rp important stuff and character sheets)

[ironingmylung]

I just realized something, where did Simon go if he needed to use the bathroom? The sub isn't exactly spacious or has a bathroom built on so what happened if he had to go take a leak or a shit??

This thought hit me late at night, lol 😆

[grandeosegreed]

I don't have anything normal to say about this, but let it be known that you are NOT the only person to think like this

[grandeosegreed]

I NEED MORE JANKA OMO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE YOU'RE GENUINELY THE ONLY PERSON THAT'S EVER WRITTEN IT

ope

wrowr

thank you? I think? does this mean my writing is good?

[grandeosegreed]

Okay, but...

Imagine Zanka being so sick, so exhausted, that he can barely keep his eyes open. And God forbid he needs to go to the bathroom during that time, having to rely on someone else just to get relief. Something he'd rather deny into hell. He would absolutely rather wet the bed than admit he was even the slightest bit desperate.

Enter: Jabber, a semi decent caretaker but also the exact type to tease and push until Zanka breaks. But there's some things he just does not fuck with.

So when he finds Zanka, likely having been left alone for hours and clearly desperate and suffering, he gently coaxes him into doing it right then and there. He calls it a point to prove, a show of revenge for the neglect. They'll surely change their tune when it comes to him after this. Zanka, that poor suffering bastard, damn nearly lets go right then and there. He still holds relatively strong, though, squirming to the best of his ability and shaking his head like it's going to change how desperate he is. Jabber's hand drifts under the blanket, resting right on his abdomen, gently rubbing little circles into it and damn near making Zanka writhe. The extra bit of pressure finally got him to start leaking. Just that little taste of relief had Zanka wanting more.

"You're already sick, not a good idea to make it worse." Jabber murmurs, being far too sweet for such a situation. Zanka actually whines, squirming against Jabber's hand. He's already not thinking too clearly, but this? This made everything go fuzzy. He never hated it for a second. And Jabber was right, after all. If he got an infection on top of everything.. he'd surely be even more miserable. That's what coaxes Zanka into being willingly dirty. Jabber's sickening sweetness and his mounting desperation.

"Damnit-" The first thing he'd said, ever since he'd gotten sick. Jabber's face lit up at that alone, but Zanka so willingly pissing himself was as sweet as any dessert. As the sheets and his clothes darkened underneath him, Jabber couldn't help but kiss him, his forehead radiating heat in a clear sign of fever.

"Shh. 'S okay. Y'just had to go. That's it." When they were found later, Jabber would most likely be kicked out all over again and blamed for this, which wouldn't be wholly incorrect. But it's not like it was his fault Zanka had gotten into this state to begin with, so really, who was the one to fault for all of this?

[grandeosegreed]

Trans male Zanka. Just some thoughts I had

Him wearing tighter underwear for 'support' but it's really because he's kinda addicted to how it rubs against his clit and it reminds him of Jabber's hands just that tiniest bit.

Him needing to pee pretty badly. Someone saying he should just go in a corner and they'd turn away, and Zanka knowing it just doesn't work like that explicitly due to his anatomy.

Him having to find somewhere mostly private to relieve himself so he doesn't risk getting caught only for Jabber to find him right as he's squatting. Not that the other didn't know already.. but there was something extra intimate about being caught in such a position. Besides, the relief is adorable in its own right.

Him trying not to completely come undone under Jabber's touch, his inner walls clenching around his fingers as he rides him to completion.

[ohmyrashi]

back in the day there used to be an omovember meme that included the prompt “Tortured by running water” which is one of my fave tropes and i would eagerly await the new art but then it got replaced by omovember memes that did not include that prompt and i was very sad 😭

actually hey, open invitation for folks to do perhaps a bonus or free choice day for that prompt this month!! i could ever write a little something to get the ball rolling….

[ohmyrashi]

ok here's my contribution to my own meme! too lazy to do Actual Fiction still but here's a fun scenario i was daydreaming about:

a barista who works at a small cafe gets stuck on the floor all by themself one morning. maybe their beloved coworker has to run out for a personal emergency and our stalwart hero promises to cover for them. of course only after their coworker is out the door do they realize they probably should have asked them to wait for a minute while they ran to the bathroom first.

oh well! it's a slow day, they'll get a chance to sneak off for a couple of minutes at some point, right? except it's just busy enough that every time they try, a customer walks in the door or needs their help with something, and the last thing they want is a bad review saying there was no one behind the counter to give them and their coworker away. before they know it it's a couple hours later and they STILL haven't peed and it feels like all the free coffee (curse you, employee discount) they drank this morning is sitting in their swollen bladder.

and the worst part? everywhere they look, they see liquid. and even if they don't see it, they hear it.

customers sipping lattes and swishing around the ice in their lemonades. espresso drip-dripping out of the machine and coffee trickling and hissing into the pot. someone spills their water and they have to get down on their knees and wipe up the spill with a towel while more water is still dripping off the edge of the table and into the puddle. when they rinse out the frothing pitcher with a jet of water they have to press their legs together and do a little frustrated bounce in place to keep from leaking--

wait! now's their chance! they can run to the employee bathroom in the back and undo their belt and rip down their zipper and FINALLY empty all the fluid out of their aching, long-suffering bladder--

"excuse me. i asked for this to be unsweetened."

fuck me. still, they turn around with a bright smile. "oh no, i'm so sorry, sir. let me make you a new one right away."

which of course means pouring a fresh iced tea. a stream of arcing gold. a hand slips behind the cover of their apron to give themselves a quick squeeze.

maybe there's a regular who come in most weeks and who our hero has a friendly, even perhaps flirtatious rapport with. they come in and definitely notice something off. maybe after the regular gets their drink they just sit there idly watching the barista until the barista notices. "what?"

"oh nothing. unrelated, just curious, aren't you legally entitled to regular bathroom breaks?" our hero is bright pink in the face, realizing how much they've been openly squirming. "look, smartass, it's a long story."

"you have nothing to lose but your chains, comrade." regular toasts them with their coffee and has a looong, noisy sip. barista can't help but smile even as they give a little groan and bob.

half an hour later, things are coming to a head. our hero is officially desperate, verging on frantic. they literally haven't peed all day and it's all they can think about, to the point that they can hardly stand still at the register to take orders and hardly think straight enough to make drinks. endless. fucking. drinks. all that pouring, gurgling, tinkling liquid.

when no matter how much they shift and sway and dance, they're leaking in their underwear, that's when they realize they're cooked.

the apron hits the regular full on in the face. voice as brittle as glass. "cover for me. i owe you one." before the regular can even react, our hero is making a beeline straight to the back of the store, every movement stiff, already undoing their belt, if they stop moving for even a second they're gonna piss their pants.

cut to regular standing behind the counter, apron tied on crookedly, clearly flustered as hell. customer comes to the register. "hi, can i have a cappuccino please?" regular: "uh. well. actually. i'm, new?" customer: "oh?" regular: "yeah. first day, you know how it is haha!! my manager should be back any second now! ... any second now..." cut back to our hero mid-moan as they take the hugest, gushing-est, most orgasmic piss they can ever remember taking. there's pee all over the floor and toilet seat and they're gonna have to mop it up later and it'll be soooo embarrassing knowing they pissed all over the bathroom at work, but for now they couldn't possibly care less. because the pouring stream of liquid is FINALLY theirs <333

[grandeosegreed]

Using a particular song as motivation for a pet play/piss thing for Janka has got to be insanity.

Anyways I'm naming it "Trickle Down and Down"

[grandeosegreed]

NSFW. No piss this time. This is apparently also the writing piece where I figure out how to italicize stuff on Tumblr

Mercury writhes under their own touch, back arching as they bury his fingers deep inside himself. Fantasies of their beloved queen swarmed their mind, influencing even the smallest shift in his body. His moans crackle and warp, sounding like they came right out of an old radio show.

"Venus.. Venus.." Each crackling name was uttered like a prayer. In some way, Mercury was truly begging for his dragonfly to replace their fingers. Whether it be her own, or something a lot more appetizing, they didn't truly care. He just wanted her, every part of it. Anything she would offer, he would take in stride.

"Having fun?" Her voice settles into Mercury in waves. They can only moan, nodding feebly in what they intend to be agreement, shifting his fingers as deep as he can. It's not enough. It's never going to be enough.

"Aw~ How cute. Lemme join ya." Like they could've dared to say no. Like they would've fathomed such a thing.

"Please."

Got a bit lazy sorry 🫠

[grandeosegreed]

Piss content, as usual. My usual antics. Also very vaguely nsfw

Writing Mercury as bladder shy due to his extreme (?) paranoia towards himself and perception of himself has gotta be the smartest thing ever, especially for what I'm writing. They're never going to be truly alone, and they know that, especially with Venus by their side.

Not that he wants to be alone, when she's right there. Maybe, every now and then, he can set his problems aside just for her.

[sleepingandsmiling]

mhm mhm mhm very valid takes here.

I'm not gonna tag them this time but I'm sure they'll agree (he's sleeping :3)

[sleepingandsuffering]

Venus. I swear. You and Noah are going to kill me.

[grandeosegreed]

WAHAHAHAHA

[grandeosegreed]

Piss content, as usual. My usual antics. Also very vaguely nsfw

Writing Mercury as bladder shy due to his extreme (?) paranoia towards himself and perception of himself has gotta be the smartest thing ever, especially for what I'm writing. They're never going to be truly alone, and they know that, especially with Venus by their side.

Not that he wants to be alone, when she's right there. Maybe, every now and then, he can set his problems aside just for her.

[grandeosegreed]

Getting into one fandom and then diving deep into an old one is so jarring.

Anyways, psychopomp talk!! obviously NSFW and me up to my usual antics, with some twists

I've been slowly planning a thing where Venus and Mercury (very loving wife and spouse (I hc mercury as nonbinary using he/they pronouns shh)) get trapped in the backrooms somehow. And I pull the "they're gods" logic to avoid following floor travel stuff properly

But the biggest thing about this insanity fest is how many times I can make these two cute fucks desperate. Mercury whimpering when Venus presses into their bladder, him getting hard over her pissing herself, the two of them enjoying the contents of a particular nightclub and the aftermath (them going at it in the bathroom and it getting far too messy)... The possibilities are frankly endless. It's exciting. This project might be a bitch, but god it's so exciting

[grandeosegreed]

I never talked about him once (not even on my main) but like... Takigi has great omo potential. Well, anyone in fire force does, but we don't really know a lot about how strict the Tokyo Army is.

I'm thinking more specifically into the nether stuff, where his dumbass dug into fire force business with a broken arm. That alone would've proven a slight challenge, but in a situation where he can't afford to break away from the others? Showing weakness around a man he absolutely despises?

Silent suffering my beloved. :)

[grandeosegreed]

Would be so happy if I could be bent over a table by Hinawa ngl

Idk something about men (or women) with glasses drives me insane

[greedshysteria]

Anyways since I'm talking about Justin again:

He's 100% the type of person to push his own needs/wants to the back burner in order to either:

Be a good follower of Death, always ready to help (even when he isn't)

In favor of literally everyone else on the planet

This man does not ever take care of himself when working. Not once ever. There is a specific context I'm thinking of when it comes to this (that I might reblog elsewhere...) but I'm not specifying on this blog. Those aren't thoughts for this specific blog.

[grandeosegreed]

The sacred repost (pee stuff under the cut, not inherently sexualized but I only post this kinda stuff on this blog so I'm tagging it with stuff)

Because of this, Justin has 100% pissed himself on several occasions, and came close on a thousand more. He's probably also passed out from hunger or dehydration as well.