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Lost Connection (omorashi Soulbound A.U)

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Chapter 1: Binding Light

Word Count: 7,891 (Ongoing)

Summery:

Bakugo and Midoriya get hit by a quirk that binds them to one another physical and mentally. Not being about to be more than a meter away from his Childhood best friends, turned Rival. Bakugou learns alot about himself, and the world he thought he had figured out.

An Omorashi filled story of two idiots learning how to navigate the world sharing their every thought, feeling and emotion!

Read it on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55597111

Quirk related accidents in a world where 90% of the population has a quirk is nothing new. Whether it's a kid with a new quirk who has yet to grasp how to control it, or a quirk that oftentimes overpowers its users due to intense emotions, it happens.

So when Bakugo Katsuki is on a mock-patrol with Izuku Midoriya, or Deku, as he prefers to refer to the nerd, and gets blinded by a flash of light coming from the woman they just saved from two aggressive men, he isn’t surprised.

Katsuki kept up his professional appearance and dealt with the police while the nerd calmed the woman down and helped her over to the paramedic who arrived on scene to make sure no harm came to her, standard hero stuff. The woman was too distraught to explain what her quirk was when Katsuki was initially hit with the blast, but he felt normal so he left her with Deku, not thinking much of it.

“Oh my–I’m so sorry!” Another flash of light from the back of the ambulance caught Katsuki’s attention, He waved off the officer who was just asking him question in circles at this point to go over and investigate what the hell is going on,

“It’s okay! I’m Fine, see!” Katsuki walks in to Deku standing beside the woman, trying and seemingly failing to comforter her,

“Oi, What is your quirk and why do you have such little control over it?” Katsuki cuts in, needing answers,

“Kacchan—” Deku takes a step forward towards Katsuki but the woman cuts him off,

“I-I have control over my quirk, but once I a-activate it once, it's hard to not complete the connection.”

“Connection?” Deku’s attention falls from Katsuki back to the woman. He can see the familiar sparkle in the nerd eye at the idea of getting to learn about a quirk. Katsuki can already imagine the mumble filled walk back to school he is going to succumb to.

“My quick is called Link-click, I can connect two people's emotions, feelings and senses and well, physical bodies pretty much.” The woman explains, seeming more calmed now than before, Katsuki thinks for a moment, the realization hitting him suddenly that his arm mildly aches and there is slight stabbing pain coming from above his left eyebrows. Sure enough, he looks over at Deku and the bastard has a small, bleeding but above his left brow.

“You connected me to this fuckin’ nerd?” Katsuki asks the woman,

“Not on purpose! I s-sware.”

“Well no shit—” Deku cuts Katsuki off,

“Do you know if the effects of your quirk are reversible?” Deku cuts Katsuki off, He huffs in annoyance and crosses his arms over his chest, trying to ignore the mild ache in them.

“Uhm, no…It's not reversible—But it wears off eventually.”

“Eventually—”

“Kacchan, Calm down—”

“Define Eventually, Bit-”

“Kacchan!”

“M-my quirk isn't very useful, so I’ve only ever used it a handful of times. One time it lasted a week, the other times, a month…or two…” The woman avoids making eye contact with Katsuki, who is visibly fuming at this point.

“You–Come.” Katsuki grabs Deku by the arm, losing his grip slightly when he feels the pressure of his own grasp on his arm as well,

“Kacchan, Wait! We have to stay until the scene is cleared–” Deku protests, but Katsuki keeps pulling him down the street.

“We talked to the cops and the bitch is fine.”

“Kacchan! You can’t call civilians the b-word, that's not very hero-like.” Deku activated his quirk, grounding his heels into the cement. Katsuki gets pulled to an abrupt stop.

“You’re a third year hero student and you can’t even say Bitch? Tsk.” Katsuki sucks his teeth and continues on, with or without stupid Deku. He has to get to U.A before Aizawa-sensei leaves for the day and only pray his erasure can break this stupid connection.

Katsuki only manages to get a few feet away from abruptly stopping, but not of his own free will. The ground suddenly felt like a treadmill under his feet, his steps taking him no farther.

“What the fuck?” Katsuki takes a step backward, finding he actually is able to move. He turns to look at Deku who has that same sparkle in his eyes.

“I think you’re like, physically tethered to me…” He says under his breath, Katsuki can already see the cogs turning in his head.

“Try running the other way, dipshit.” Katsuki offers up and sure enough, Deku manages to get a few feet away before he stops, legs moving but no longer creating distance between the two of them.

“I’d say that like what, one and a half meters…maybe two?” Deku says, thinking out loud.

“No fuckin way i’m stuck being this close to you for god knows how long.” Katsuki walks back over to Deku, closing the short distance between them and grabs his arm again, Deku goes oddly quiet and follows Katsuki without a fight this time. The get about halfway back to the school before either one of them speaks,

“W-what are you afraid of?” Deku asks, stirring Katsuki from his concentration from just getting home.

“Hah?” Katsuki asks, not looking toward the green-haired nerd.

“When you realized we were going to be stuck together, I felt it. You were scared, or more like—” Deku hesitates, “terrified.”

“I’m not fuckin’ afraid of anything.” Katsuki says, clenching his jaw, picking up his pace slightly.

“I know what I felt, Kacchan.” Deku says, with that all-knowing tone that Katsuki has always hated. But he doesn’t respond, or argue because everytime he has heard that familiar tone in Deku’s voice in the past, the nerd has always been right, as much as Katsuki would never admit.

__________________________________________

“Well?” Aizawa says, letting his hair fall from its hovering state, eyes falling back to their relaxed position, the glowing red fading back to dark brown.

“N-nope we are still connected.” Deku says, with a shakiness to his voice that wasn't there an hour ago.

“How the fuck can you tell? Here-” Katsuki reaches out and flicks Deku in the forehead, and sure enough, the similar stinging feeling is mirrored on his own.

“Fuck, Ouch!” He grabs his forehead and rubs it for a moment, but it does nothing to ease the stinging. He grabs Deku’s hand and forces the nerd to rub his own forehead, and sure enough Katsuki can feel the pain subsiding. Both there attention it drawn back to their teacher who lets out a long sigh,

“Look, If I can't erase it then you two are gonna have to wait out the effect of the quirk, and from what you told me it seems like we might have to arrange some things.” Aizawa say, Katsuki looks between him and Deku, hating that this is his reality.

“You said you can’t be more than a few meters away from each other, so we will have to move a spare bed into one of your dorms–”

“Like hell I'm sleeping in Deku’s room, creepy ass All-might posters staring down at me.” Katsuki scoffs,

“You are also excused from patrol as well as any physical hero-training until this quirk wears off.” Aizawa says, Katsuki goes to speak up, complain about missing, for a far as they know, a month of Hero training, but he is interrupted by Deku gasping–

Both Aizawa and Katsuki turn their attention to the boy, who is now standing, legs crossed awkwardly in the middle of Aizawa’s office.

“Problem Child, do you need to use the restroom?” Aizawa asks, slowly, clearly shocked by the display in front of him

“Y-yes…sensei.” Deku says, but his word see so, unsure, Katsuki scoffs,

“Tsk–Can’t even tell if you need to piss? I swear I remember Auntie Inko potty training you, but I guess I’m remembering wrong–”

“Bakugo, Please take Midoriya to the restroom, I’ll meet you at your dorms once I'm finished here and help make those arrangements.” Aizawa cuts Katsuki off.

“Fine.” Katsuki rolls his eyes and grabs Deku by the arm again, not waiting to risk having him fall behind enough that Katsuki is stopped in his tracks again. It feels fucking weird and he would like to avoid it.

“Kaachan, wait! Not so fast!” Deku protests, “I have to g-go!” Katsuki stops and looks at Deku, the nerd actually has a hand shoved between his legs like a child. An unfamiliar sight actually, considering as kids, Deku was rarely the one caught in a ‘potty emergency’ out of the two of them.

“Jesus Christ! Why the fuck didn’t you go before now? We are supposed to be on patrol. What would you do if you had to fight some asshole villain like this?”

“I did go! right before we heard the girl who connected us scream, remember? that's why we stopped at Family Mart in the first place!” Deku says, although his words are rushed and more frantic. Katsuki can almost feel a jitter in his stomach, almost like nerves…

“Oh shit, you’re freaking out…” Katsuki realizes he is feeling Deku’s emotions, like the nerd felt his earlier, The anxious feeling simmering just below the surface makes Katsuki angry and uncomfortable.

“Of fu–freaking course I am! I’m gonna pee my pants!” Deku shouts. He actually shouts and–

“Did you almost just…say Fuck? You, Deku, the perfect, polite ray of fucking sunshine?” Katsuki doesn’t even try to hold back the smirk that crawl across his face.

“No! I mean—I-I think that was your anger–ah–” Deku wiggles in place for a moment before Katsuki feels his arm being grabbed, “We can figure that out later, after we get to the b-bathroom.”

Katsuki lets himself be dragged, trying to stifle his laughs at the way Deku is waddling and walking down the hall. The bathroom comes into view and Katsuki feels Deku pick up the pace.

“I’ll wait here. I’m not fucking listening to you take a piss.” Katsuki plants his feet outside the door, Deku has one hand on the door, and the other between his legs. He hesitates for a moment looking between Katsuki and the door and disappears out of sight.

A few seconds later and the door rapidly swings open, “Kaachan, I can’t reach!” Deku is stepping from foot to foot in the doorway, “You have to come in here.” Deku grabs his arm, the familiar lighting from his quirk flashing around him, Katsuki gets pulled into the bathroom before he can protest.

“Wait! Abso-fucking-ltly not. I’m not your babysitter taking you to go potty, Deku and I don’t want to see your dick!” Katsuki grinds his heels into the ground to avoid going any further into the bathroom.

“Kacchan--come on, just move closer to the urinals…I’m not asking you to go into the stall with me! A-And you don’t have to…look! ” Deku begs, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the last part. Katsuki averts his eyes immediately, looking over at the row of urinals, reasoning the nerd has a point. The urinals are the one acceptable place to stand next to someone with their dick out.

“tsk- Fine, just because I don’t wanna have to deal with you smelling like piss while you’re connected to me.” Katsuki takes two large steps over towards the urinals and averts his eyes.

He hears the frantic steps of Deku once he is in front of the urinal followed by the sound of a zipper being yanked down with enough force Katsuki would bet money the nerd broke it.

Katsuki expects the next sound to be nerd finally getting what he clearly needed so fucking badly, but the room goes silent.

“hgggnn-“

“Whats fucking wrong now?!” Katsuki asks, still averting his eyes,

“I can’t go!” Deku squeaks back,

“Hah? Why not?” Katsuki tries to keep his anger at bay, knowing the idiot will be able to feel it. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he can evoke such…strong emotions from him.

“I don’t know! I still feel like the pee is right at the tip about to come out, like- I have to go, but nothing is coming out.” Deku explains. Katsuki could live without so much detail about the Nerds bladder. “Maybe it's—“ Deku pauses,

“What? Spit it out. I don’t wanna spend all afternoon in the fucking shitter, Deku.” Katsuki taps his foot impatiently.

“Maybe it's because y-your here…” Deku says and Katsuki’s foot abruptly stops tapping.

He thinks about the logistics of…that. Deku can’t be…shy? around him? They have known each other since they were brats. Hell, Katsuki can vaguely remember Auntie Inko changing the nerd's diaper right in front of him, as the old hag did to him.

Not to mention, the two were no strangers to using nature as their restroom as kids. The thought process being it was better than running home just to pee and risk either of their moms making them stay in since they were already home.

Sure…Katsuki knows things between them have changed since they were kids. For better or for worse, Mostly worse from Katsuki participation in their ‘friendship’ if you can even call it that but, being so…afraid? Is Deku so afraid of him that he can’t relax enough to take a damn piss.

“H-hey calm down-“ Katsuki jumps out of his train of thought with a hand on his shoulder, “I can feel you worrying, I-I’m fine…” Katsuki takes a moment to look Deku over, his hand that isn’t on his shoulder is between his legs, pants back up and zipper springily in-tact.

“Sure you are.” Katsuki scoffs, but wastes no time getting the hell out of there, He heads over to the sink and pauses, gesturing for Deku to hurry the fuck up.

“uh- I don’t think I can—“ Deku wiggles a little on the spot, “the water might—”

“Nasty ass, Fine, But you’re washing your hands after we figure out a way for you to piss…” Water? An idea pops into Katsuki’s head.

He doesn’t bother grabbing Deku’s arm on the way out, instead choosing to match whatever pace the nerd can manage to walk, or more so waddle out of the bathroom, the school and to the dorms.

__________________________________________

Katsuki manages to get the Nerd up to their floor before any of the annoying extras have a chance to corner them and ask them anything. He really only has the patience (and barely that) to handle Deku right now.

Katsuki on instinct heads to his room. He opens the door and hesitantly lets Deku inside. Usually, nobody is allowed inside of his room, but he is making an exception due to the circumstance and the fact that stepping foot in Deku’s room sounds far worse than letting the Nerd inside his at the moment.

“um, K-kacchan, I still have to…go-” Deku says, worry evident in his voice, as well as in Katsuki’s stomach. He could feel Deku’s worry getting stronger and stronger the closer they got to his room.

“Calm down, Idiot. I’m just getting some clothes.”

“C-clothes?” Deku asks, Katsuki looks up at the teen, standing as far away as the quirk permits him, still in the doorway.

“Yes? We just finished patrol, I gotta shower.” Katsuki rolls his eyes, hoping he doesn’t have to spell out exactly why he is choosing to shower right now of all times.

“B-but—“ Deku whimpers and Katsuki has to physically stop himself from turning around and blasting Deku out the door, quirk be damned.

“Yes. you have to fuckin’ piss! And the shower stalls are side by side—“ Katsuki says, slowly, as if talking to a baby or a fucking dog. The room is silent for a moment,

“heh-“ Katsuki looks up from his underwear drawers to see a small smirk on Deku’s face, one that doesn’t at all match the potty dance he is currently doing.

“What’s so fuckin’ funny?” Katsuki snatches up a pair of boxers and some black sweatpants.

“Kaachan just admitted he pees in the shower.” Deku teases. Katsuki's eyes widen only slightly before he composes himself.

He didn’t even think twice about that little fact. It’s so…normal for him to just piss in the showers. Especially because the showers are in a whole other room than the toilets in the communal space, it’s just easier.

In fact, Katsuki can’t remember the last time he has actually used the restrooms in the dorms. His days are usually consistent enough that he has never found the need to break his current routine.

He always showers first thing in the morning because his sweat is fucking explosive and not using his quirk all night makes him extra sweaty. He never stops to take a piss first, always just opting to go in the shower.

Then he eats breakfast and whatever, avoids people in the common room and goes to class. He never asks to go during class, today being the one time he actually has stepped foot inside the bathroom located in the actual school building.

He finds it easy enough to wait until he has to get changed for Hero training after regular classes are over. He changes into his gym or sometimes hero costume and pisses in the gym bathroom.

Then, because he is sweaty after he goes back to the dorms, showers and usually pisses one last time, because he stays hydrated while using his quirk and then goes to sleep.

Of course there have been times when he was not at school and had to pee, like during mock-patrol or on the off chance he went somewhere with Kirishima, But, generally, he likes to avoid public restrooms, or more so, having people know he needs to pee.

“So fucking what, your about to piss in the god damn shower weather you like it or not.” Katsuki grabs his clothes, turning to look at Deku- “You wanna go get clothes?”

“Uhhh-” Deku looks at Katsuki then at the door, then back again and few times, Katsuki can feel his uncertainty, like an afterthought in the back of his mind, ‘weird’

“If you can’t fuckin wait long enough to go to your room like, three doors down you can borrow these.” Katsuki grabs his oldest pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and tosses it at Deku,

“What ab-”

“I’m not lending you boxers, so shut the fuck up and lets go.” Katsuki turns and walks out his door, Deku follows close behind him.

Katsuki thanks god himself (all-might) for the way the shower stalls are set up in the communal area. There is only a thin tile wall separating the stalls. Meaning, in the case two people are connected by a quirk that doesn’t let them get more than a meter apart, they can still at least shower alone.

“I’m getting undressed inside the stall, do whatever you want just make sure to fuckin piss.” Katsuki slides the curtain shut, waiting no time, throwing his hero costume off and tossing it outside onto one of the benches to deal with after.

He turns on the hot water and settles under the spray, feeling finally a little less high strung from patrol. The water runs over his body and down his legs. He rubs his hands on his shoulders and down to his abdomen just enjoying the warmth and the steam.

His, or rather Deku’s sore arms start to feel less tense and Katsuki figures the Nerd must have finally stepped under the warm water in his shower stall as well.

“Kaachannnnn! I still can’t go!” He heard Deku’s whiney voice echo through the, thankfully, vacant bathroom.

“Tough shit, try harder.” Katsuki yells back, relaxing into his shower routine. He watches his hair first and rinses it out, then conditioner because he doesn’t fuck with threat 5-in-1 shit Kirishim and Sero sware by.

Before he washes his body, Katsuki spreads his legs ever so slightly and relaxes completely, draining his bladder from the last half of the day. It's always an amazing feeling to finally be empty–

“Oh–” Katsuki hears Deku squeak but ignore it, closing his eyes and continuing to empty his bladder, “Kaachan…Are you peeing right now?”

And his eyes fly open, his stream stopping before it ended, “What the actual fuck Deku! What’s it to you?!” He shouts, or rather screams because, why? Why does he have to be stuck with a boundaryless ass weirdo like Deku.

“Oh my god….” Deku seemingly ignored his question, “Do it again.” if Katsuki wasn't naked he would break through the wall and strangle Deku right now,

“As if. I don’t need to go anymore.” Katsuki reaches for his body wash, deciding if Deku is going to be a creep he can’t let his guard down.

“Yes you do, I can feel it.” Katsuki arm freezes mid-are,

“What?”

“I knew I didn’t need to pee! It was you! I was feeling your bladder capacity…But–Kaachan! Why didn’t you tell me you had to go as well?” Katsuki takes a second to gather himself, submitting this once to humor the nerd, considering this is about the quirk he is also being affected by.

“So…You knew I was peeing because…”

“Because I don’t really have to go anymore, but I didn’t pee…You did.” Katsuki processes that information for a second. It makes sense if he can feel the chronic ache from Deku breaking his arms so many times in their first year, it isn’t too crazy to fathom Deku can feel pain elsewhere…But Katsuki barley would say he was desperate to take a damn piss, if anything, it’s early. He wouldn't be taking his night shower, and in turn pissing for like, four more hours…

“Deku…Do your arms hurt?” Katsuki asks, testing his theory,

“Um- no, Not particularly.” Deku says, Katsuki sense no dishonesty in his answer,

“Fuck. It’s because you're used to it.” Katsuki groans, leaning forward and letting the water run over his face,

“Do your arms hurt?” Deku asks back, he can tell without looking at him that his eyes are sparkling.

“Yes, because i’m not fucking used to feeling like ive broken my arms a hundred times, just like you, apparently, aren’t used to not pissing a hundred times a day.” Katsuki sucks his teeth, realizing how much more annoying this quirk is.

“I-I pee a reasonable amount of times a day.” Deku argues but Katsuki is done thinking about this.

“Just shut up and wash your balls.” Katsuki grabs his body wash,

“W-wait…Can you please finish going?” Katsuki doesn’t say anything, “It might not feel l-like alot if left for you b-but….i have smallbladderokay.”

Katsuki almost misses that last part, clearly, the Nerd is actually ashamed about something, or atleast embarrassed a little.

“Fine.” Katsuki offers, he prepares himself to go once again, but is hesitant because he now knows the nerd will be able to tell whenever he goes. He will feel relief.

Katsuki shakes his head and buckles down. He lets loose, only a stream of clear pee trails down his legs and into the drain, not lasting more than fifteen seconds.

“T-thanks Kaachan.” Katsuki cheese flush with embarrassment.

__________________________________________

“I already told you, it's not happening.” Katsuki said, looking back at Deku, walking down the hallway towards his (their) dorm room, towels still draped over each of their shoulders.

“B-but, It would only take five minutes, Kaachan!” Deku protested, “you really want me sleeping next to you going commando.” Katsuki stopped in his tracks,

“You will be sleeping across the room in a separate bed, facing away from me and keeping your dumbass mouth shut. I want to forget you’re even there.” Katsuki explained. His nighttime routine is his one and only time to relax and unwind. Deku being there is throwing him off. The least the nerd can do is make this as comfortable as possible for him, all things considered.

“What about my toothbrush? And my school stuff?” Deku pushed, “I need to go back to my dorm, just once.” To katsuki it almost seemed like Deku was one step away from getting down on his knees and begging…Katsuki isn’t sure how that makes him feel.

“Fine but afte—”

“Problem children.” Katsuki’s dorm comes into view, Aizawa is standing outside of it, a large box accompanying him.

“Sensei!” Deku picked up his pace to greet the tired looking man, in turn, making Katsuki have to walk a little faster. The two quickly help Aizawa get the box into the room and unpack it.

“The fuck is this?” Katsuki looks down at the lump of cloth on his floor.

“Language—it's a futon, or Midoriya bed for the duration of his stay in your dorm.” Aizawa explains,

“Oh…so traditional. Todoroki would be enthused….” Deku starts mumbling about Half and Half while Katsuki grabs the floor bed and drags it on the opposite side of the room as his bed.

“Oi, come over here.” Katsuki calls for Deku, He obliges. Katsku walks over to his bed and lays down, not feeling pulled back or tethered and comfortable with the distance between them, he relaxes slightly.

“Now, for some rules.” Aizawa moves to lean against the door frame, “With this quirk you share not only emotions and a physical connection, but pain receptors as well. I will not have you, Bakugo, inflicting any pain on yourself in order to harm Midoriya. Same goes the opposite way as well.”

Katsuki scoffs, “as if I’d hurt myself just to hurt him, he isn’t worth it.”

“Furthermore,” Aizawa gives Bakugo that look. That look that for some reason always makes his chest tight, the same look All-might has given him before, but less painful. “I got you each a pair of these from my personal stash–” Aizawa pulls out two pairs of corded ear plugs.

“If anything, they are to be used for personal conversations that need to take place, since you two can’t very well have privacy at the moment. I hope you will respect each other's wishes when requesting privacy.” Katsuki takes the ear plugs, discarding them on his bedside table.

“Sensei—” The nerds hand shoots up, “I-um, My thing with hounddog sensei…” Katsuki look over at Deku, eyes bouncing awkwardly around his room, the nervous feeling twiddling in his gut again,

“Hm,” Aziawa pauses, clearly thinking, “It’s up to you if you want to continue under these circumstances, I would highly suggest it, considering…I’ll leave you two too figure that out on your own—” Aizawa turns to leave, pausing before he close the door,

“No…funny business.” Aizawa murmurs, closing the door. Katsuki immediately looks over at Deku, squinting his eyes in skepticism.

“Why do you have a thing with the school security?” He asks,

“Ah…it’s nothing you need to worry about Kaachan.” Deku says, in an almost dismissive tone.

“The fuck thats supposed to mean?” Katsuki puts up an angry front, really feeling annoyed at the fact that anything about Deku could still be considered a secret between the two of them. Because for god sake, Katsuki knows about One for All, nothing can be as big of a secret as that.

“Just leave it, please?” Deku sits down on his futon, eyes looking around the room once again.

“Tsk.” Katsuki takes the towel from his shoulder and drapes it off the back of his rolling chair, grabbing a pair of slippers from inside his wardrobe. Thankfully, he can move around his room without issues when Deku is sitting on his Futon. One of the only pros of how small the damn dorms are at this rich ass school.

“Let’s go eat, nerd.” Katsuki grabs another pair of slippers from his closet and chucks them in his general direction.

__________________________________________

“Are you fuckin’ allergic to anything?” Katsuki asks as he opens the fridge, a few people are studying, or otherwise lounging in the common room, but thank fuck its none of the more loud-mouthed extras.

Tokoyami is sitting at the table, eating what appears to be a bowl of cereal, while Kota and Sato are sitting watching some nature documentary on the T.V.

“Uh, j-just shellfish…Why?” Deku asks, taking a seat at the island on one of the stools. Katsuki hopes he can reach the entirety of the kitchen from where Deku is seated.

“I don’t know how much this quirk works, so I don’t want you going into shock or some shit cause I ate something.” Katsuki explains, looking at the ingredient on the back of the instant curry he bought a few days ago.

“Oh, Good idea! I’ll have to make sure not to eat any Peanuts.” Deku says, smiling. Katsuki has to look away to hide the nameless expression on his face. Why did the Nerd have to remember his minor peanut allergy? Why did he not know Deku can’t have shellfish? Katsuki has been cooking for their entire shitty class since their first year, and he is certain he has made something with shrimp, crab for sure….

Katsuki makes their curry, dividing it up into two bowls, spicing his serving to his liking, Deku’s, not so much. He remembers from the few times the nerd was over at his house when they were kids, that he doesn’t handle spicy foods very well. His loss.

“Oi, Nerd, wait–” Katsuki halts Deku with a smirk before he takes his first bite, Katsuki takes a large spoonful of his curry and eats it, watching Deku carefully.

“W-what?” Deku asks, looking between his curry and Katsuki,

“Pfh, Nothing. I just wanted to see if you could taste what I eat.” Katsuki assumed not, but with this damn quirk you can never be too sure.

“I already knew that because I got shampoo in my mouth in the shower and you didn’t say anything.” Deku takes a bite of his curry, “Oh wow! This is delicious! Thank you Kaachan!” Katsuki smirks and turns away, his full attention going to eating.

Katsuki stays planted in his seat the entire time they eat, casually catching a glimpse of Deku getting up and going into the kitchen for a few seconds every couple minutes. It's only after the fourth time it happens that Katsuki looks up and watches Deku fill up a cup of water and drink it at the sink.

“You drink a shit ton.” Katsuki comments,

“I don’t usually, I mean, I stay hydrated but I just feel like I have a thirst that I can’t quench…” the air between them goes silent once again. Katsuki finishes his curry first, opting to do the dishes while Deku finishes, considering he can't go anywhere without him at the moment.

“Kaachan, can you get me another glass of water?” Deku asks, pushing his bowl away. Katsuki rolls his eyes but fishes out two glasses from the cabinet, filling one with water and the other with milk for himself. As much as he loves spicy food, he still likes to neutralize his insides with milk after intaking such high levels of spice.

Katsuki takes a few stips of his milk between cleaning Deku’s bowl and putting away leftovers for any extra that don’t want to cook for themselves,

“Kaachan, do you normally not drink anything with your meals?” Deku asks out of the blue,

“Hah? I mean, No, It’s bad for digestion.” Katsuki answers honestly, turning around to wipe the counter down where they ate, Deku is memering to himself again, Katsuki only catches the tail end of what he is saying,

“If I'm thirsty when Kaachan is thirsty but he can't tell, does that mean the weaker of the two senses is overpowered by the other? Is it the same for emotions? What about distance? Could I travel farther away from Kaachan because I'm stronger?”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Katsuki ditches the damp cloth on the counter, palms immediately crackling with anger,

“I–The water, I was thirty because you were–” Deku goes to explain but Katsuki doesn’t care about there stupid connected sense,

“Like hell you actually think you are stronger than me!” Katsuki walks over and takes a fist full of Deku’s shirt, or well, his shirt. He doesn’t let off any more explosions unless he wants to ruin his own thing because of Deku.

“Kaachan…My quirk is basically super strength…” Deku says, hesitantly.

“I could beat your ass anyday, three times over.” Katsuki shoves Deku in the chest, he stumbles off his barstool slightly, Katsuki ignores the mild thrum on his own chest from the blow.

“I–We, I know you're strong, but in terms of lifting weight, If we use our quirks, I have the advantage.” Deku explains, but Katsuki won't hear it. Even if he knows the Nerd has a point…He has All-mights quirk for crying out loud, of course he can bench more than Katsuki himself, he has an explosive quirk, it does nothing to enhance him physically. He would never admit that to Deku, under his dead body.

“I’m going to bed.” Katsuki abruptly takes off from the kitchen, But is halted in his tracks just outside the kitchen. Katsuki’s heartbeat quickens.

“Deku, hurry up.” He doesn't look back, He tries to take another step forward, but he can’t. He scrunches his eyes close, trying to will his breathing to slow down, sinking…sewage…his throat closing, breathing ragged and slugedy.

“It’s only seven…I was supposed to study with Todoroki and Lida tonight.” Katsuki barely hears Deku’s shity voice through his panic. Why is he panicking again? Oh, right He can’t move.

Muzzles, Quirk canceling handcuffs. Wood, forcing his back straight. T.V camera’s flashing around him, everyone ignoring his screams, Aizawa, Present Mic, All-might—

“Hey–” Katsuki jumps out of his panic, finding his feet able to move again. He looks around only to meet Deku’s worried eyes, “What's wrong?” Deku asks him, in an honest to god earnest tone.

“Bed.” Katsuki answers as a response. Suddenly exhausted. He hasn't….freaked out because (hell if he would admit to ever having a panic attack) in a long time. Since second year. The sludge villain attack was at this point, the least horrific encounter with villains he has faced. He thought he was over that. And the way the teachers handled things at the sports festival in his first year have been rectified, or well, at least they never bound and gagged him on national T.V again…

“O-okay, but um—I was hoping we could stop by my dorm-”

“We can get your shitty toothbrush tomorrow.” Katsuki says, feeling like he is dragging his feet. Lucky said feet are moving so the nerd is actually listening to him for once.

Deku doesn’t say a word to him the entire elevator ride up, not when Katsuki stops by his room to grab his own tooth brush before heading into the bathroom. The nerd only speaks up once Katsuki is finished with his skincare and dental hygiene (even if he is dead tired he can't have ugly ass skin and yellow teeth)

“C-can I use the restroom before we go to sleep?” Deku asks, quietly. Katsuki looks between Deku and the row of stalls. He doesn’t have to go at all, and since they are connected Katsuki would feel if Deku had to go,

“Tsk. Hold it.” Katsuki walks toward the door and doesn’t get stopped in his tracks. He goes back to his dorm, kicking off his slippers and falling into bed. He hears Deku do the same, and the unfamiliar ruffle of the futon in the last thing he hears before he shucks his hearing aids onto his bedside table and promptly passes out.

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Izuku’s eyes burst open, his immediate surroundings unfamiliar, but one thing's for sure he isn't underground, he isn’t chasing down Kai Chiasaki. Eri is safe and—

“Ahh–mpph-” Izuku slams a hand over his mouth to stifle his shock of realizing where he is and feeling it… His, or, oh god no…Kaachan’s sweatpants he is wearing are cold and wet and sticking to his thighs in a familiar yet long forgotten way.

“No, no no–please, why didn’t I insist on going before I fell asleep?” Izuku looks down at his lap, cold piss slowly making his presence known by the itchiness creeping up on him. Izuku slumps down in defeat. Who is he kidding, even if he did pee before bed, like he doesn’t every night, this was still a possibility.

Izuku looks around the room, Kaachan is still dead asleep in his bed, thankfully. Izuku takes a moment to center himself and assess the damage, something he hasn't had to do since his first year at U.A.

The first thing that makes his breathing pick up is the fact that this is the first time he has wet a Futon. A mattress? He is a pro at cleaning mattresses at this point in his life (much to his dismay) but this? It's basically a giant thick blanket…But Izuku isn't sure it can go in the wash, nor if it would even fit in the communal washing machines on the common floor.

His instinct is to grab his phone and call one of the few people who know about his nighttime issues…All-might, Aizawa-sensei or Lida. He has never had to call them about this before, they just know because of different circumstances. All-might knows because initially, Izuku thought it was maybe a side effect of taking such a strong quirk, but now with having a handle on his quirk and the issues still persisting, they both ruled that out.

Aizawa-sensei had to know because of the training camp they attended their second year. It was only fair that Izuku gave his teacher a warning that the accommodation beds the school was paying for, probably wouldn’t come away from this without being soiled. Aizawa referred him to Hounddog for therapy when they returned to U.A the next week.

Hounddog also knows everything…But Izuku would never call him for this sort of thing, not being as close to him as All-might or Aizawa, or rather he is close to him in a therapist way and not this kind of way.

Hounddog was the one who suggested Izuku start wearing protection to bed in his early months of his second year. They had been working on his nightmares, the source of his bed wetting, but they were seeing no progress and the dog hero just wanted Izuku to be comfortable. It became a normal thing in Izuku’s routine.

Iida found out by accident…Izuku got careless, or rather, comfortable with him…issues. It was just normal to him at this point. So when Iida knocked on his door asking if he could borrow his graphing calculator late one night, Izuku let him in and told him it was in the drawer of his desk.

He didn’t specify what drawer and Iida opened the larger drawer on the base of his desk rather than the small one under the face of the desk. The large drawer that Izuku stores his protection in, for lack of a better place to put it. (He often left his wardrobe open because of the mirror inside the door so they would have been in plain sight if he kept them there)

Iida was of course very understanding once Izuku calmed down and was able to explain why he had a desk drawer full of All-might themed diapers. The engine hero never told anyone, to Izuku’s knowledge, and has even been great at helping Izuku make excuses on why he often declines sleepover requests from their other friends.

Izuku trusts all of these people, and he would love to be able to call any of them right now, even if so they could just calm him down and talk him through what to do…But his phone is in his room, along with the protection he kept trying to figure out how to subtitle get from his dorm without Katsuku knowing, or seeing or being suspicious at all.

Because if there is one person in the world Izuku doesn’t want to know about this particular issue of his, It's Kaachan.

Whether the blonde will ever admit it, the two of them are equals, more or less now. Atleast, way more similarly matched compared to when they were kids, after one of them manifested a quirk and the other…didn’t.

Kacchan is strong, but so is Izuku. Kacchan has an amazing quirk, so does Izuku now. They have both fought villains, some ending in victory, others not. They have faced death of one's dear, of civilians, or friends, family… But only one of them seems to be struggling with, well, all of it.

Izuku knows damn well Kacchan doesn’t have weekly therapy sessions with Houndog (even if he thinks he would benefit from them) But that's the difference, Kacchan would benefit from Therapy, sure! It would help him with his anger and constant foul language, but Izuku. It’s different.

He was barely functioning outside of class before Aizawa got him the help he needed. He was putting on a false facade for everyone, while going back to his dorm and suffering in silence. Whether it be from nightmares, flashbacks or other PTSD symptoms. He was debilitatingly stuck in a constant state of fear, while also, forcing himself to move forward, fight villains, Basically encounter the very thing that was causing him stress and anxiety in the first place…

Anxiety…Izuku swore he felt a the familiar bone chilling, gut wrenching feeling from Kaachan earlier in the kitchen, but such emotions live so deep inside of them, it's hard to tell if it really was a feeling as a result of the quirk, or i just being so close to the explosive boy for so long brough up his old feelings from childhood….

Izuku looks over at the sleeping boy's face and it's peaceful, not a single wrinkle or worry line evident as he rests. It's hard to imagine him falling deep into a nightmare that feels so real you lose control of your bladder.

So yeah, Izuku really didn’t want Kaachan to know ... .but in the situation he has found himself in he sees no other option than to go to his childhood friend.

“K-Kaachan.” Izuku shout whispered into the cold night air of the room. Nothing… “Kaachan, hey—” Izuku shouts again, the blonde doesn’t even stir.

He stands up, ignoring the cold dribble of pee that runs down his legs from the change in gravity and quietly, walks over to Kacchan’s bed. Izuku hovers his hand above his friend's shoulder, stalling because he is really signing himself up to be made fun of, probably cussed at and most likely, ridiculed for the rest of his time at U.A.

“Kaacha—wah–”

“Fuck off!” Katsuki jumped up from his bed, startled away by someone grabbing him. He flung his sheets of in an instant, sparky flying off his hands, ready to attack whoever the fuck it is. Blood kink girl? Crusty ass lip fuckers, the giant ass lizard—Deku?

Katsuki looked down at Deku, seeing his mouth moving but not hearing anything but a faint grumble of mushed together words,

“Hold the fuck on and shut up—” Katsuki leaned over and grabbed his hearing aids, popping them in and immediately being assults with a reched sob—wait what?

“I didn’t mean to! I-I’m s-s-s-o sorry Kaachann! P-please don’t—I’ll clean it up! Please—Hck—” Wait…Clean what up? Hah?

Katsuki takes in the scene in front of him. Deku is sitting on the floor by his bed, tears streaming down his face. Katsuki takes a step forward towards the nerd, only stopping when his sock becomes wet and warm and—oh.

“I-w-wanted to wake you up so you c-coul–hck–”

“S’fine, Nerd…Get up.” Katsuki reaches his hand out toward Deku. He can’t just let him sit in a puddle of his own piss all night, blubbering like a baby. “You have to shower and I need to get a towel or some shit for the floor.” Katsuki pulls Deku up, albeit slowly, the Nerds legs are shaking.

“I–Didn’t mean too—” Deku says, whipping his eyes,

“Well I would hope you didn’t purposely piss on my floor.” Katsuki huffs, but Deku starts crying again, loudly.

“Shhhh, You wanna wake up the whole floor? it’s not big deal…I should have told you not to wake me up…fuckin’ can’t hear shit when im sleeping, stupid hearing aids and all that.” Katsuki normally has a very good idea of what's happening in his surroundings, but even he will admit, not being able to hear is his biggest weakness.

“I—the futon.” Deku lowers his head. Katsuki looks between Deku and his floor bed, now noticing that the floor isn't the only place that houses a large wet spot…

“You wet the bed?” Katsuki asks, Deku nods, but doesn’t look up at him.

“Fuck’n hell…And then you…again? Really?” Katsuki can’t fathom having an accident, let alone two in the span of one night.

“You’re the o-one who didn’t let me go b-before we went to bed.” Deku looks up at him through his curly green bangs,

“Tsk, You knew this was gonna happen?” Katsuki turns away, ready to head towards the door,

“I—” Deku pauses, Katsuki looks back at him. “Will you make fun of me?” Katsuki has to think about the question for a second…His gut instinct is to say yes, of course. This is easy ammo…they are seventeen, almost eighteen, a few months away from being pro-heros. Wetting the bed, or even just pissing your pants is not normal, But—

Katsuki has been there. Not in the last ten years, but, as a kid he wasn’t one of always walk away from his and Deku’s playdates with dry pants and Deku never made fun of him for it, if anything he was always helpful…So,

“No, this…fuck, was out of your controll, stupid nerd.” Katsuki has to cut the nerd some slack. This situation is mortifying, he would bet Deku’s worst nightmare consisted of something akin to this exact scenario.

“I need to go to my dorm…it’s…”

“Just spit it out, it smells like piss in here, and that's not me making fun of you.”

“Ihavetogetmyprotectionfrommydormorelsethiswillhappenagain!” Deku mutters, all in one breath…

“pro—Diapers? You wear Diapers!?” Katsu`ki asks, thinking he must have misheard Deku…Deku doesn’t–He never—as a kid, that was Katsuki. Deku was the one always drilling, taking breaks and staying hydrated and maintaining his health by not holding it until he was dancing in line for the restroom..

“You said you wouldn’t make fun of me.” Deku says, arms crossed over his chest,

“I’m not! It's just—-Are you…sick?” Katsuki hates to admit he would kick himself if the nerd was close to kicking the bucket and he didn’t realize.

“N-not physically, no.” Deku answers, calmly. And Ah. It all clicks.

“Nightmares?” Katsuki starts walking towards the door, sliding his slippers on once again. He looks back just in time to see Deku silently nod. “Shit sucks…” Katsuki says, opening the door to follow Deku out to the showers.

#bnha omo #my hero academia piss #fanfic #fictomo #omorashi #piss kink #mha piss #bakugo katsuki #omo fic #mha #a03 #author

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I am a partial fan of the "full bladder but nothing comes out" trope.

ie: character A wakes up needing to pee but nothing comes out when they try, so they go about their day as normal but their bladder gets fuller and fuller. even after trying to go again throughout the day - nothing happens, nothing. They try again in the morning and discover that their bladder is massive, it aches a bit but they are sure that they will be able to go finally. Again, nothing happens. Character A visits a doctor and no one can figure it out so character A is forced to go home and just live with it. Its been 3 days and Character A is struggling. Their bladder is quite large and putting any pressure on it hurts. The medical team had said that nothing will explode and just to wait it out.

Character A is trying to go about work like nothing is wrong, but their coworkers keep bugging them. "Oh your pregnant? How far along!" and "I heard from the boss, good luck!" and "Can I touch it? My sister saw it yesterday and wanted me to see if I could..." and "Nah thats a curse. Who ever cursed you wants you to suffer."

After a Week Character B shows up. Character B is Character A's partner. They smirk at how full their partner's bladder is and think that the pills worked. Character A has been wearing old sweatpants and loose hoodies to hide it, but they look 6 months pregnant at this point. Character B convinces A that it should go away soon and that they will do everything in their power to help them. Character B once again drugs them by putting it in their food and pretends like everything is fine. Character A notices by the start of the next week that its not going away. At this point A is struggling to walk around their house and their bladder is massive, B decides to tell A the truth. A is mad at B but is convinced that it will be gone at the end of the week. B starts forcing A to get up and walk around, despite having a massive bladder that aches and is rock hard, every step causes A to moan in pain (and pleasure.) B decides to fuck A and see how that feels.

Once the medication has worn off and A can finally pee, they realize that they cant cum w/o having a full bladder.

#omofic #omo fic #omo story

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hunbunbunnie · 2 years

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Damp Dreams

Renie was really thirsty earlier.

That was why they drank so much water, right? It must’ve been. They didn’t normally drink that much in one sitting, after all, and there were easily at least a dozen empty bottles in front of them. They must’ve gotten super thirsty and just downed them all one after another. It was a little odd that their stomach didn’t feel heavy with the weight of all of those drinks, though…

What did feel really heavy, however, was actually the area below their stomach. It felt like an overfilled water balloon was resting in their abdomen, sloshing slightly with each small movement. That was where all the water was, and it needed out.

“O-oh, wow…” Renie murmured to themself. They didn’t think they’d ever had to go so badly before. It wasn’t just the occasional twinge or dull urge. This was a need. Their body was telling them they had to empty, and soon. Renie wasn’t inclined to disagree, especially after a particularly harsh urge sent their thighs slamming together.

After withdrawing a shallow breath, Renie stood from their seat. They were in their bedroom sitting at their desk. They must’ve been absorbed in something on their laptop before their bladder interrupted them. They took a moment to glance around the space, stepping from foot to foot while they did so. Staying still wasn’t really an option.

“Hm…” Something about their room looked…off. Was it emptier than usual? Or maybe fuller? Fuller. Full. Bladder was full. They winced as the ball of pressure contracted, causing them to bite their lip and bounce in place a bit. “Oookay- forget it.” They could figure out the mystery of their bedroom later. Preferably when they weren’t about to pop.

With small, mincing steps, Renie made their way across the room and opened the door to the hallway. It must’ve been late because all the lights in the apartment were off. The darkened hall loomed before them, looking almost endless. This was odd. Renie had never been afraid of the dark before, but something about the hallway was unsettling them. They almost considered turning and walking back into their room when a wave of desperation hit. They whimpered and bounced on their heels once more, fighting the urge to hold themself. Even though they were alone at home holding themself like a child was a bit too embarrassing to bear. At least for now. If worse came to worse they supposed they’d bite the bullet- which would be soon if they didn’t get a move on.

After one more wary glance down the hallway, Renie stepped out of their room and into the pitch darkness. Thankfully, the bathroom wasn’t far…or at least it wasn’t supposed to be. However, Renie found themself walking…and walking…and pausing to cross their legs and squirm a bit before walking some more. It felt like they’d been in the hallway for the better part of 10 minutes and yet they didn’t see the bathroom door anywhere in sight.

A worried whimper escaped them as they danced in place and looked around. What in the world was going on? Their apartment certainly wasn’t this big. Their bladder angrily contracted once more, and they squeezed their eyes shut to prevent a leak.

When they opened their eyes again, salvation was suddenly in front them. The bathroom door they’d been walking for ages to find seemingly appeared on the wall. It was as if it’d been there the whole time. Odd...but whatever. Renie wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. With a relieved sigh, they opened the door and scampered in, eager to release the ocean inside of them.

No such respite was granted, though.

“What…? How!?” There were only urinals in this room.

Now Renie knew something was wrong. This was supposed to be their bathroom, in the apartment they shared with their roommate! Neither Renie or the girl they shared the home with had any need for a urinal, much less six of them!

Before they could even begin to piece together whatever was going on, a urinal flushed. They looked over in bewilderment, watching the water bubble upwards before swirling back down the drain. It obviously did little to help Renie’s situation. They shivered as the imagery and sound reminded them of what they so desperately wanted to do.

As the first urinal quieted down, the one next to it began to flush as well. And then the next, and the next, and the next. Renie was suddenly surrounded by a horrifyingly tempting symphony of splashing, trickling and sloshing. Their self control quickly cracked as their hands dove between their thighs to help hold back their flood. Renie’s eyes squeezed shut once more as they began to pant, trembling with the strain of keeping dry. They needed to go so badly, and the water was so loud, and all they could think about was how nice it would be to run to a toilet, sit down and let go…

“Ah!” Renie yelped as the dam broke. A fierce stream escaped them, gushing between their fingers and onto the floor below. Their control had fully broken. Their eyes filled with humiliated tears. They couldn’t believe it. Renie, a fully grown adult, had drank too much and was now wetting themself.

And the worst part was that they didn’t even feel any better.

Even as they stood there and soaked themself, the pressure in Renie’s bladder remained. If anything, it actually increased, causing a desperate whine to escape their throat. What the hell was going on? They were literally peeing! Why did they still have to go so bad?!

It wasn’t until Renie heard the faint sound of birdsong that they realized what was happening. Their hazel eyes shot open and Renie realized three very important things. One, they’d been dreaming while they slept through the night. Two, they were in their bed, not in the bathroom. Three, while the urinal filled room, endless hallway, and mountain of empty water bottles might’ve not been real, their need to piss definitely was.

Renie shot upwards to a sitting position only to double back over immediately, squirming frantically as they held themself tight. “A-ah…” If they thought they had to go before, it was nothing compared to what they felt like then. Their bladder pulsed and ached like it never had before. Looking down, it actually seemed to be jutting out against their pajama shorts, so overfilled and swollen that their abdomen was distended. The very sight sent an excruciating urge through them, causing them to shudder and tears to well in their eyes. They had to go so badly…was this perhaps what that one student they came across on campus felt like? The one who they ran into in the library and later found pissing in the alleyway? Was this what he’d been feeling?

If so, Renie could suddenly understand why he simply whipped himself out and went on the ground. The way he’d moaned when he released was a testament to how badly he’d needed the relief. Not that it hadn’t already been obvious from the pressure of his stream.

“O-oh…” Thinking about that student was a horrible idea. The image of his piss splattering against the ground caused Renie’s bladder to lurch and squeeze. They gasped as a leak soaked into their pajamas. They were losing it and they hadn’t even tried to get out of bed yet. There was no way they’d be able to make it to the toilet.

The toilet…the sound of those flushing urinals filled Renie’s mind and another leak escaped. This one was longer, causing a damp patch to appear on their shorts. It also gave them the tiniest, briefest taste of relief. The smallest amount of pressure from their bladder dissipated.

That was all the convincing Renie needed.

Their shoulders sagging, Renie moaned as they gave in. A quiet hiss filled their bedroom. The sheets underneath them quickly became soaked and laden with clear piss, pooling underneath their rear. The warmth of their puddle encased them as they panted, out of breath from trying so hard to hold on.

After what felt like ages, Renie’s stream ended. They sat in a large puddle of their own making, still a bit winded and their face burning from embarrassment. They couldn’t believe how warm they felt…especially where their hands still gripped themself. A moment or two passed before Renie experimentally rubbed the soaked fabric. A harsh shiver ran up their spine in response. Oh. Interesting. Now they understood why they were so flustered after catching that student in the alleyway.

#omorashi #omo #fictomo #omocute #omovember #omovember 2022 #pee kink #piss kink #piss k1nk #omo wetting #omo writing #full bladder #omo fic #nonbinary omo #hunbunwrites

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theslowpath · 20 days

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In a Bitter Syrup

Tenth Doctor x original male character

Summary: Ten wakes up with his husband, Tyler, laying on top of him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55972042

#my post #self ship #oc x canon #tenth doctor #doctor who #omo #omorashi #omo fic #getting brave enough to post in the main tags 🙏🏻

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thesecretomoblog · 2 years

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My proof copy for my omorashi book, Guard: Vol 1 came today. Everything is looking great so far. Planning to release it on Monday at the latest!

#omorashi #male omorashi #male omo #omocute #fictomo #male pee desperation #kenneth omo #dwight omo #bryce omo #omorashi fiction #omo fic #omo fiction #omo fics

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omoracheese · 3 hours

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And another Lyney fic ! Can't get enough of him haha.

#omorashi #genshin omo #omo fic #genshin impact omorashi

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tealeaf-omo · 3 months

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Ok but where did the non-sexual omorashi fics on ao3 go- I enjoy it in both sfw and nsfw scenarios but I swear it used to be way easier to find sfw omo fics????

I’m really into situations that focus heavily on the desperation and slowly build up to the character losing control, followed by a sweet little hurt/comfort ending instead of it turning into something more. Especially if the character is humiliated and crying and another character is like reassuring them that they’re okay. I LOVE that shit. I feel like those kinds of fics are like hidden gems now when I’m scrolling through the ao3 omo tag bc I really have to dig for them.

#omorashi #fictomo #omo fic #bladder desperation #omocute

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cherrytraveller · 1 year

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odd man out is a comedy actually–

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threestripeslider · 1 year

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Sadly, he stares at the sword before him.

This old thing should’ve shattered a long time ago – but it’s still holding strong, clawing at bare threads, keeping itself together.

Just like Leonardo, he supposes.

Chapter 9: stitches is out now!! finally we get some splinter content in this joint.

#rottmnt #rottmnt movie #rottmnt fic #odd man out #omo files: update #WOOO FINALLY ITS DONEEEEE #[throws this into the roaring crowd]

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homo-rashi · 8 days

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Summer Camp O.C self projection

okay so I normaly project all my ish onto Jean...I disoverered my asexuality and my Trans-femme-ness? throught writing his character in my fic "Summer Camp".

I don't want to add anymore like, huge crazy things, to Jean because my poor boy is already going throught it.

That being said, I've spiraled again recently and realized i've been like...kind of age regressing???? without knowing it???? Its weird beasue I thought you only could like, turn into a baby or a todler. But then I realize that, I sometimes feel like i'm actuallly a teenager again...and I know i'm like only freshly not a teenager but its like, 15-16 specifialy.

I did some looking up on here and found a thing called 'middle age' or like 'middle space' and it sort of lit up a light bulb in my head. I do all the things that people say, like

watch old dramas from then, dress like I did then and overall like, interact with my old favorite things out of knowhere...also miss people from that time sooo deeply its hard to not cry. Its alot and not alwasy fun but seemingly out of my controll...so I need to see a one of my O.C go throught it in hopes it helps me expore this scary thing...

I accidently set it up so Chance...yes the bully in "Summer Camp" would be the pefect character to go to "Middle Space". I don't know if it will help me like the stuff with Jean did, but I'm thinking I'm gonna write it in...maybe just in a one shot in the summer camp universe or maybe in the main fic, not sure yet...I did Finley's age regressing because It fit so perfectly, I didn't think I was projecting onto finny at all, now im like...hehe maybe I was without even realizing...

anywho, I have a a branche? Brache? (its like a glove but hard and medical) on my hand now!!! NO MORE PENIS CASTS YAY! but, Its hard to hold things I dropped a bowl of noodles on my lap this morning and I have dropped my phone like 1000000 times.

xoxo grayson

#vent #age regression #middle age #middle space #thinking #confused #summer camp #omo fic #author

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pinksomovember · 7 months

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Day 1 - In A Car [ao3]

Ivy rocked on her heel folded under her.

“I’m going to piss myself,” she said, a slight whine bleeding into her otherwise joking tone.

Nora didn’t respond. Ivy had been complaining on-and-off for the past hour, with increasing frequency, and had started shortly after a stop that had a bathroom.

“I seriously don’t think I’ve ever had to pee this bad in my life,” Ivy continued. “It’s starting to hurt.”

“You could’ve gone at the gas station,” Nora said.

Ivy didn’t appreciate the condescending scolding. She felt like a water balloon that was still attached to the hose, bulging more and more with every second, with only a matter of time before it went pop. Her only outlet was to fidget, simultaneously squeezing her thighs together and rocking back and forth onto her foot so it pressed up against her pussy. In combination with the seam of her jean shorts digging up against her—working its way into a wedgie—her urethra had plenty of pressure to help it stay closed. That was only going to work for so long, though.

“You didn’t see the bathrooms,” Ivy argued. They’d been disgusting—shit on the back of the seat, a truly foul smelling liquid seeping along the corners of the floor, and flies everywhere. Not to mention how every surface was covered in stains and dried flecks of who-knows-what. If it had been cleaned in the past month Ivy would eat one of her socks.

She’d had to pee, decently bad, when they had stopped there. But under no circumstances would Ivy use that bathroom. Except for maybe (just maybe) right now.

She thought she’d be able to hold it. They were only a few hours out from their destination and she could always get Nora to stop at a rest stop or a gas station if it really got bad. Ivy, however, hadn’t realized that they were about to exit fucking civilization. There had been nothing for the past fifty miles other than cattle and the occasional cornfield!

“If you weren’t chugging those iced teas-”

“I’ve stopped!”

Ivy might’ve also forgotten to factor in how much liquid had still been moving its way through her system, too. It was a habit for her to sip at sugary drinks when she was bored.

A wave of desperation so strong that Ivy dug her nails into her thighs swept through her.

“Ohhh my god,” she moaned. “I can’t do this. Jesus fucking Christ.”

There was so much pee inside her right now her bladder was visibly pushing up against her skin, firm and tight and aching between her hips. She had given up on the seatbelt, and the button of her shorts, well over fifteen minutes ago. Ivy kind of wanted to cry.

Nora softened. “You going to be alright, babe?”

“I don’t know. Yes, probably. Maybe.”

“I can always pull over,” she offered. “You’d have to piss on the side of the road, though.”

Ivy shook her head adamantly. “No, there’s way too much traffic.”

They fell into silence for a few minutes, aside from the staticy music of one of the few radio station’s Nora’s truck was picking up and the occasional curse from Ivy.

“Are you enjoying it, at least? At least a little?” Nora asked, breaking the quiet.

“What?” Ivy practically panted. Her breathing was rough as she tried to huff and puff her way through the worst of the desperation.

“Just.” Nora seemed a bit embarrassed, keeping her eyes completely glued to the road. “You’re…y’know. Piss thing.”

“It’s not a piss thing,” Ivy hissed, mortified. Even though it was, at least partially, a piss thing.

It wasn’t her fault that having a full bladder turned her on. From what Ivy understood, it was just simple biology! The fuller that most women’s bladder’s get, the more it puts pressure on all the internal pleasure hotspots. A little like cockwarming a moderately small toy, just without any form of firmness that a foreign object would feel like. It felt good in a slow building, passive sort of way.

Getting off with all that weight in her lower belly also felt good. A little bit of extra flare to a still otherwise damn good orgasm.

But she wouldn’t say she was into piss. The idea of the smell and the mess alone was enough to turn her off to it. Holding it on occasion until it was just starting to edge into too much was plenty enough for her.

Although, she had to admit, she wasn’t exactly turned off to it right now.

Each tight squeeze of her thighs stimulated her a little bit. Every rock back pressed the bone of her heel into the squelching slickness of her pussy, which was absolutely soaking her panties despite knowing damn well that she hadn’t leaked a single drop of pee yet. And with all that movement, the seam of her shorts was pulled tight against her unmistakably hard clit.

“Well, are you?” Nora asked.

“I-” Ivy stopped herself. Her face was burning. “Yeah, maybe. So what, I still have to pee more than I have to—or whatever, want to—get off.”

Nora stole a side glance at Ivy. Something dark, heedy, interested came over her expression as she drank in how Ivy looked.

Ivy sacrificed one of her hands clawing into her thigh as a grounding method to cover her face. This was embarrassing enough as it was without having to talk about her kinks. Even if Nora seemed to be getting into it.

“Oh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” Ivy chanted, forgetting her embarrassment entirely. The wave of desperation felt incredibly, suddenly like a physical wave. She could feel it surging against the sphincter muscles of her urethra.

She wiggled her hips side to side to try and fight through it. The movement caused her shorts, already so tight against her cunt, to shift. Her clit was trapped between the seam and her pubic bone, but couldn’t stay in place with this new movement. The seam fucking stroked her aching clit, slipping to the side before grinding right back over it with the next sway of her hips.

“Hu-uhn,” Ivy couldn’t help but moan. “Uh, uh, uh!”

“Fuck,” Nora cursed, breathless.

Ivy couldn’t process the difference between her desperation for relief and her sudden, surging need to cum. Everything was much too much and not enough at the same time.

“Fuckfuckfuck. Jesus Christ. Uhaha.” Ivy sobbed a couple times. It was part laugh and part horniness and part overwhelmed. She couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt like an out-of-body event while also being the most physically animal experience she had ever had.

“God. You feeling good, baby?” Nora asked.

“Y-y-yes!” Ivy wailed. “It’s- fuck, it’s so good. I’m so wet. Shit, I’m so- I’ve gotta piss so bad.”

Nora took her right hand off the wheel to grab Ivy’s leg. Her other hand held onto the wheel so tight her knuckles were turning white. There was something wild about her. Something that, if she didn’t have to focus so much of her attention on the road, might’ve swept her up in the same way Ivy’s desperation was.

“You gonna play with yourself, baby?” Nora asked. “Gonna play with your clit while you piss yourself?”

“Don’t- don’t wanna piss myself,” Ivy whined. Nevertheless, she did as Nora suggested and grabbed tight between her legs. Her shorts were too tight and were getting in the way of actually being able to touch herself effectively, but the pressure helped reel in her bladder’s demands a little bit.

“Ives, baby, there’s no bathrooms for miles yet.”

A reedy noise broke in Ivy’s throat.

“I know, I know,” Nora said, hand squeezing at Ivy’s thigh. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“This is so fucking embarassing,” Ivy managed, laughing incredulously. “I’m seriously gonna wet myself. Fuck.”

“I don’t care. Fuck, baby, looking like that…I’d let you ruin anything.”

“Hm?” Ivy hummed. Her whole cunt was pulsing, vagina and pussy lips and clit. She was so wet she wouldn’t even be surprised if a spot was showing up on her shorts, soaked straight through her panties. Her body was building up to something—so high up she was almost afraid of it—unsure if it would be the dams breaking involuntarily or an orgasm so intense it would be the best she’d ever had.

“You look so fucking good, Ives,” Nora rasped. “I could eat you alive.”

“I…” Ivy wavered. She didn’t know what she wanted to say.

“It’s okay,” Nora said. “It’s gonna happen either way, isn’t it? Unless you changed your mind about the side of the road?”

They were on a two-laned highway, a couple of cars in either direction always in sight. Stopping would mean even more cars, as the ones behind them passed them by.

“No, absolutely not. It’d end up on the- on the fucking Internet or something.”

Nora massaged her thumb against Ivy’s skin. “Then I’m sorry, baby, but you’re gonna have to piss yourself.”

“’S bullshit,” Ivy mumbled. Tears were pricking up in her eyes. The side-to-side wiggling was simultaneously not doing enough to help her hold it and doing a frustratingly inconsistent too-much-not-enough to get her off. She resorted back to rocking, with no sign of pausing the mounting something that was steadily creeping up on her.

“We’ve got a ton of clothes in the back,” Nora soothed. “And towels, and baby wipes, and our rental is pretty far from any neighbors so nobody’ll see you walking in your wet clothes. And it won’t take too much to clean the truck, and I don’t mind cleaning it up, okay?”

“But-”

“It’s not a big deal,” Nora insisted, a bit of firmness edging in. “Understand?”

Ivy nodded tightly. She did understand, even if she could barely think.

“Now, since it’s gonna happen anyways, you want to make yourself feel good?”

“Already am,” Ivy said. “Might, fuck, I don’t know. Might cum.”

“Just like that?”

“May- uhn- maybe.”

“Fuck.” She sounded reverent. “You wanna touch yourself, baby? Wanna stick your fingers down your shorts?”

Ivy nodded, frantic. She was so close, to coming, to pissing, to doing both. She just couldn’t quite get there.

Her fingers felt fucking heavenly. Her pussy was a mess of sticky slick, audibly squishing as she pushed her hand beneath the waistband of her panties and into the lips of her pussy. Just brushing against her clit was enough to cause her to shout out, trembling at the sudden stimulation of sensitive nerves.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, look at you. It feels good?”

“Yes! Fuck, ohmygod. Hnnnuh.”

Ivy’s fingers were clumsy, sitting up and trapped in her shorts and obstructed by the clamping of her thighs. But God, it didn’t even matter. She grinded her cunt on her heel and the drag of the cotton and denim against her pussy made everything all the better and her fingers fumbling over her clit was dragging her up up up.

“Keep playing with your clit, baby. Just like that, yeah. Just how you like it.”

“Gonna- fuck!”

“You gonna cum, Ives?”

“Wanna,” Ivy cried. “So- fuck, please, please. Wanna…I’m so…”

“Or are you gonna piss?”

“Fuck!” Ivy wailed. Her pleasure crested, sharp and violent and hard enough that her whole body shook. She threw her head back into the seat, practically seizing. She barely recognized the sounds she was making as something coming from her mouth, unfamiliar from any other she’d made before.

“Oh my god,” Nora was saying, somewhere in the distance. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”

Ivy was still shaking, still somewhere high up.

“Need’ta piss,” she slurred. “Need’ta…uhn, I need’ta…”

Nora said something. Ivy registered only that it was meant to be encouraging.

“Uh, uhn, ohhhhhh fuck. Oh-”

Ivy’s fingers were still against her cunt, and she felt the first hot trickle of piss against them. It wasn’t enough, though, not even registering as relief. The sensation of liquid leaving her bladder, however, passing through her weakening sphincter and soaking into her shorts, bordered into the same amount of pleasure as playing with her clit usually was.

So soon after her orgasm, she felt overstimulated. There was still way too much pressure and it was taking a strenuous amount of concentration to keep even the tiny stream going and everything still felt so fucking good.

“Nnn…Nora,” Ivy sobbed. “I can’t-”

“Relax, Ives, relax. It’s okay, you can do it.”

“Can’t-”

Nora let go of Ivy’s thigh and instead tucked her hand beneath Ivy’s wrist of the hand still down her shorts to place her palm against her belly. “I’m gonna push down a bit, okay? Just relax.”

Ivy hiccuped, but nodded. She was still managing a thin stream of piss, seeping into the seat of her shorts and just barely beginning to form a puddle under her butt, but her bladder was screaming at her.

Nora pushed down and Ivy squirmed violently. The pressure was so much more but it wasn’t doing anything but hurting. She had to piss so bad and she couldn’t and inexplicably she felt like she could cum again just like this but not quite. And then her urethra gave way.

“Ohmy god,” Ivy choked. The piss flooded out of her.

It didn’t even feel like she was sitting in the passenger seat of her girlfriend’s car, her entire bottom was so suddenly drenched. She might as well have been sitting in the tub in a few inches of bathwater. Hot, very slightly piss-scented, bathwater.

It was euphoric. She might’ve been cumming again, for all the pleasure searing through her as her release hissed through her panties and pooled on the fabric seat faster than it could soak it up. She genuinely couldn’t tell.

The stream was hot and steady against her fingers as it sprayed out of her. Absently, she petted along her inner labia.

“Shit,” Nora said, like she was in awe. “Shit.”

The stream started to peter out, in fits and bursts. Just when Ivy thought it was over another gush would start up, each one a little weaker than the last.

There was a dull drip, drip, drip as the puddle on the seat dripped onto the floorboards.

Nora’s eyes darted between the road and Ivy, with a desperate sort of want. “Oh my god, Ives. That was…”

“I think I’m still going,” Ivy said. She felt a little fuzzy around the edges, numb in the very tips of her fingers and toes and slightly cross eyed. Fucked out.

“Fuck,” Nora whispered, enthralled.

The final dredges of her bladder’s contents were still dribbling out of her, like her urethra couldn’t quite figure out how to close back up. Ivy tried to force it a bit, by clenching up, but all that caused was a violent shiver to rush up her spine and a soft little gasp.

Finally, finally, Ivy felt herself stop peeing.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, satisfied and spent and high on sex.

“You okay?” Nora asked. Her hand was back to Ivy’s thigh, mindless of the piss starting to cool on her skin.

“Yeah,” Ivy sighed, sleepy and pliant. “M’great. Maybe, uh, in a bit you could get a towel outta the back?”

“Yeah,” Nora agreed. “’Course, baby.”

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If you're just here for piss go to the paragraph that starts with a * lol

Axel was having a pretty stressful month.

Well, every day was stressful for Axel. He was just that kind of guy. Skittish, nervous, high strung- however you wanted to word it. He’d heard just about every synonym of “about to freak the fuck out” applied to him at some point. Not that it bothered him. They were all accurate descriptions.

However, he’d been a bit more skittish, nervous, high strung, etcetera than normal as of late. He’d just transferred to university after finishing his first two years of classes back at home in community college. He needed to save all the money he could, and admittedly, the thought of moving away from home straight out of high school had been a bit too daunting for him. So he didn’t.

He didn’t want to spend all of his college years in his small hometown, though. So when the time came to continue his degree, he applied to a few universities in the state. He got into his first choice, which was great. But it was hours away from home, which was bad. He was also two years behind all of his peers when it came to getting accustomed to university life, which was very bad.

The first week had been a nightmare. Everything was so busy and loud and hectic- nothing like the sleepy town he was used to. He was terrified of his roommate (a brutish jock type who looked like he ate footballs), walked in and sat down in the wrong class twice, nearly got trampled in the dining hall during the lunch rush and couldn’t find a single unoccupied study room in the library. And those were just the things he wasn’t too mortified to dwell on. Some of the awkward encounters and fumbles he experienced that week would keep him up at night for years. By the weekend, Axel was one more inconvenience away from calling his mother in tears and asking to be picked up. Maybe the “college experience” wasn’t for him. It certainly didn’t feel like it.

But he was determined to at least push through the first semester. If he did that and he still hadn’t gotten the hang of things, he would pack it up. Although Axel was a nervous wreck, he didn’t like giving in without a fight.

That was why he woke up particularly early that Monday morning. If he got up and moving a couple hours earlier, then he’d have time to eat breakfast before class, which would hold him over long enough to skip the lunch rush in the dining hall. With so many people eating lunch, maybe he’d be able to find an empty study room at the library. Things would be fine. He’d get a hang of everything. He just needed to relax.

Axel wasn’t a morning person, so plenty of coffee was consumed during breakfast. It kept him going throughout his morning classes, and when lunch rolled around, he made his way to the library. There definitely seemed to be less people around than the first few times he’d visited. His eye caught on a study room with an open door, and he hastily made his way towards it before just barely managing to avoid its unseen occupant coming out.

His dark brown eyes met the other student’s hazel, and he’d skitter backwards a bit as he stammered an apology. The student, just as startled, laughed bashfully and waved off his apology. “No, no, you’re good- my fault!” They insisted, moving a bit of blonde hair behind an ear. “Was just in a hurry. The room’s all yours, though. Have a good one!”

Axel watched as the student moved past him and began to head to the elevator. He actually had a bit of trouble tearing his eyes away. They were wearing a cute yellow sundress, and wearing it well. It was only his worries of looking like an absolute creep that jarred him out of his stupor.

He had a bit of a rough time studying, mainly due to the new environment. The other student had been wearing perfume as well, and it lingered in the air, further distracting him. Vanilla scents always made his nose itchy. By the time he actually got into a good work flow, he glanced at the clock and realized he was going to be late for class if he didn’t book it. “Shit…” He murmured, rising from the table and scrambling to get his things together.

Just a few moments before attendance was taken, Axel stumbled through the lecture hall’s doors, nearly wheezing from running across campus. He all but collapsed into his seat, garnering idle glances from his classmates. As Axel bashfully glanced back at his onlookers, he’d recognize a familiar set of hazel eyes. That student from the library was just a few seats down from him. Their brow furrowed for just a moment before their expression seemed to light up in recognition. They gave a small smile and a nod, which Axel nervously returned. Great. Axel manages to run into a cute student twice and both times he’s red in the face and floundering.

*Well, regardless, he’d made it to class on time. Now there was nothing to do but try and focus on the lecture. He took out his water bottle and took a few large gulps before settling down and starting his notes. The first few minutes of class went by without issue, but as Axel leaned down to reach into his backpack and pull out a highlighter, he felt something dense and heavy shift in his abdomen. His thighs squeezed together on instinct. Wow. Wow, he really had to pee.

He pulled himself back upwards rather slowly, eyes slightly widened with surprise and alarm. He had no idea he’d needed to go that badly. Now that he was paying attention to it, his bladder sent a very angry signal, causing him to shift in his seat. When was the last time he went to the bathroom? That morning? Had he really not felt the need until right then?

The professor droned on as alarm bells began to ring in Axel’s head. He needed to go, and soon. But…he was surrounded by students. Everyone would just see him get up and walk out. He’d already attracted a bit of attention due to his dramatic entrance, and he wasn’t sure he could take a bunch of eyes on him again. God, not to mention he’d have to come back, feeling his classmate’s gazes as he made his way back to his seat. They’d all know why he left too, because he couldn’t manage to hold it for one measly hour- how embarrassing!

Well, that settled it. Axel would just have to wait until class ended. He checked his phone before grimacing at the time. They were only 20 minutes into class. He had 50 to go, yet his bladder felt like waiting even 15 minutes was a stretch. His face reddening, Axel swallowed hard and shifted in his seat once more. It was fine. He’d be fine. He just needed to focus on the lecture and it’d be time to go before he knew it. He didn’t like using public restrooms, but he’d make an exception just this once. He’d file out of the lecture hall with the other students, slip into the men’s restroom and get rid of the nagging ache in his pelvis. He could only imagine how nice it was going to feel.

A muted gasp escaped Axel as a wave of urgency washed over him. Apparently thinking about urinals and bathrooms while desperate to piss was a bad idea. Who knew? He shifted in his seat a bit more, wishing that the stupid lecture hall chairs didn’t have the little desk attachment so he could cross his legs. He’d just have to settle with nervously bouncing a leg, checking the time once more. Surely he was halfway there, right?

Nope. It’d been five minutes. Five.

He was so fucked.

As time ticked on, painfully slow, Axel’s leg bouncing graduated to subtle fidgeting. He wasn’t sure why, but the less he moved the more he had to go. He just prayed that none of his classmates noticed him shifting around every few seconds. More time passed and as the swollen weight in his abdomen increased, so did his movements. He found himself leaning forward ever so slightly, trying to press himself against his seat. He felt incredibly weird doing so but he needed all the help he could get and there was no way he was just going to…grab himself. No matter how badly he wanted to, feeling himself twitch below the belt at the very notion.

Another 10 minutes passed and the class as a whole was beginning to lull. Students were becoming more interested in their phones or staring out the window than what was being taught. Axel envied them, wishing he could focus on anything other than how terribly full he felt. With each wriggle of his hips (because yeah, it was wriggle worthy now) Axel swore the liquids in his bladder sloshed and splashed. He chewed on his lip, biting back hisses and winces with each pang of urgency.

“Oh god…” He thought to himself, his hand almost diving beneath the desk to help hold. “Fuck, I gotta go…” There was no way he’d ever had to go this bad before. He would’ve sworn off liquids if he had. His breathing was growing heavier and he could feel how hot his face was with both exertion and embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he, a grown adult, had gotten so desperate in public.

Axel nervously looked around the room, making sure no one was noticing all his moving around. For the third time that day, his eyes met that one student’s. Their brow was slightly furrowed in what looked like worry.

Oh god. Oh god, kill him now.

“You okay…?” They silently mouthed to him, obviously noticing that he looked like he was going to either explode or pass out. Axel was certain that if his face got any hotter he’d become a fire hazard.

He frantically nodded, mouthing “yeah, I’m fine” to his onlooker. He was rocking back and forth in his seat now, thighs pressed tightly and rubbing against one another. The student didn’t seem convinced. Axel didn’t blame them.

Throughout the rest of the class he could feel their eyes on him, but he didn’t dare look back. He just couldn’t while squirming the way he was. His bladder was screaming at him now, demanding to be emptied, and Axel was on his last legs in denying it. He’d even given in and slipped a hand under the desk to squeeze at himself, and although it’d helped immensely, it was only a temporary fix. He still had 20 more minutes. It felt like he couldn’t last five.

A lump formed in his throat, vision going blurry at the thought of wetting himself in class- all because he was too scared to just get up and go. He didn’t even have that option anymore. There was no way he could head to the bathroom looking like anything other than a desperate mess. All eyes would be on him as he hobbled out of the room, and then he really would have to move back home.

Right when Axel didn’t think he could hold his tears back, he heard merciful, blessed words from the professor.

“That’s all we had to get through today, so I’m gonna let class out a bit early.”

Axel looked at his phone, rapidly blinking to clear his vision of tears. 15 minutes early. There was no way he would’ve lasted that long, but maybe there was hope of getting to a toilet now.

Or at least that’s what Axel thought until he stood up.

All of that excruciating pressure bore down on him at once. He felt his muscles give out for just a moment, allowing a leak to escape and soak into his boxers.

Axel froze and went pale. He was fucked. So, so fucked. Class was letting out and pouring into the building’s halls and he was certain the men’s bathroom was crowded as hell now. Standing in line without making a complete fool of himself was out of the question. He’d either dance around the entire time, holding himself, or soak his jeans. No thank you. He couldn’t go out into the hall- he’d have to take one of the room’s exits that led directly outside. But there were no bathrooms out there and there was no way he’d be able to hold it until he got back to his dorm and even if he did what if his roommate was there and saw him holding himself like a toddler and-

“Hey- are you okay?” A voice asked behind him.

Axel turned to find the student from the library. They looked incredibly worried. “Sorry to bother but you look really pale and you’re breathing hard- I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

His tongue suddenly felt heavier than his bladder. “U-um…” What the fuck was he supposed to say? “Oh yeah, I’m doing fine- I’m just about to piss myself, sober, in broad daylight.”

“I-I’m fine. Just, um, stressed.” An understatement.

Once again, the other student didn’t seem convinced “Are you su-”

“Yeah I’m sure thanks for checking in-” Axel cut them off, managing to hike his backpack onto his shoulder and speed walk out of the room. His eyes were wide as saucers and his posture was ridgid. He’d moved far too quickly without doing anything to help hold. Now he was leaking steadily with every step.

Axel’s mind didn’t even process his surroundings as he stepped outside. He just knew he needed to get away from other people right now. His legs carried him on autopilot just long enough to slip in between two nearby buildings. Then, they essentially stopped working. Finally away from any prying eyes, Axel crumpled in on himself, whimpering. “I have to go, I have to go, I have to go-” was the only thought going through his head. His hand dived down to clutch at himself only to be met with the horrifying feeling of warm, wet fabric. He looked down and realized he’d leaked through his boxers, and he still had to go so badly.

His breathing heavy, knees trembling, and eyes filled with tears, Axel gave up. There was no one around, anyway. He’d found a momentary haven. Officially out of his mind with desperation, his shaking hands unzipped his fly and took himself out. The second the tip hit the air, he was peeing.

A mortifyingly loud moan escaped him, but for the first time all day, Axel couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d never felt anything as blissful as finally emptying himself. His legs went weak and he leaned against the wall to steady himself, letting the cool brick sooth his overheated skin. Axel’s mind went completely quiet, awash in relief.

It took a while for his stream to end, but when it did, Axel simply stood there, still trembling, and caught his breath. He was dizzy and exhausted, but he was empty.

Only once he’d zipped himself up and turned around to try and sneak to his dorm unseen did he realize that he wasn’t alone. His nose itched.

The student who checked up on him was standing a few feet away, hazel eyes wide and cheeks incredibly red.

Hi! I've been interested in sharing some of my writing for a while, so here it is! I think I'm gonna have an introductory fic like this for a few of my OCs, and then they're all gonna get thrown under the bus for Omovember >:) Hope I tagged everything correctly lmao. Thanks for reading!!

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