#bnha omocute

[nataliet12345]

I really hate my stories. They are so cringe, I make it too short. And the character pees to early in the story. I’m sorry people 😭 I might quit..

[floodingyourdmswithpee]

Can you please please give us alot of Momojiro and Tsuchako Omorashi headcanons?

I tried looking everywhere for some but there isn't any I believe, sadly :( it would be much appreciated!

OH I DIDN'T SEE THIS EARLIER, I'M SO SORRY heck yeah anon! i'm kinda rusty with bnha atm (only up to season 4 of the anime and around chap 310 of the manga) but i'll try my best lol tbh with momo ig she doesn't really say anything abt it when she has to pee no matter how bad it gets bcuz of her upbringing with yk fancy people ig, so she has better control. jirou just goes like "hey i have to piss" then leaves (she does this often bcuz. hc. small bladder). they can both catch on each others desperation easily and tries to slowly bring up that they should get up and go use the bathroom. for tsuchako,, uraraka tries to not say anythign at first, only admitting when it gets really bad. tsu doesn't say anything and tries to just leave without anyone else noticing. also with tsu she would probably need to drink a lot due to her quirk and such. (also hc tsu to have a small bladder ahah) they are both very good at comfortging each other (and others) in the case of an accident

#bnha omocute #omocute headcanons #omoclean #WOOH OKAY THATS A LONG POST SORRY

[hizashispiss]

Dabi omorashi

#bnha omorashi #omorashi art #male omorashi #dabi #bnha #omocute

[0komoii]

“quit... fuckin’ staring ...please” - baku/gou 

#omorashi #fandomo #omo #omo art #omorashi art #male omorashi #bnha omorashi #omocute #fictomo #reintroducing myself to tumblr tags hehe #bnha omo #i dont really write anymore so i figured i'd made some other content!! #piss kink #i have a thing for the tsundere type i think

[marameowmeow]

Maybe it’s just me, but I friggin LIVE for female characters peeing standing up. Flushed Pink might actually be one of my all time favorite omofics.

It's really not just you <3 <3

I totally understand, I love it when female characters piss standing up too, it's lowkey one of my kinks~ <3 <3

Ufufu, I was so embarrassed when I wrote that fic but nowadays I read back on it fondly because people actually enjoy it! ^^ And I'm really happy that you like it too!! Thank u!! <3 <3

#omorashi #bnha x reader #female omorashi #omocute

[ghostie-writes-kink]

Do you have any ShigaDabi omorashi headcanons?

- Those two hate being emotionally vulnerable in front of others because of their upbringings and Shigaraki will only accept comfort after an accident.

- Dabi takes of Shigaraki when he has accidents with ease because of growing up with siblings. 

-  Shigaraki needs comfort more than he’d care to admit, so he gets desperate and has accidents on purpose so Dabi will hold him.

- Dabi knows this, but he isn’t particularly keen on the idea of being turned to dust by mentioning that Shigaraki doesn’t have to make such a mess and could just /ask/ 

#bnha omorashi #bnha omocute #shigadabi omorashi #shigadabi omocute #omocute #omorashi #shigaraki omorashi #dabi omorashi

[kaleighsbladder]

okay I’m a h u g e Shin/Kami fan & like we all know the headcanon about Denki peeing himself when he goes into his cute like “Wheeeyy~” mode, but you know how everyone headcanons Shinsou as Aizawa’s adopted kid bc his parents are awful/he’s an orphan?? What if Shin’s caregivers would yell at him when he mentioned he had to pee or something when he was little and called him annoying and a nuisance for it so he just stopped mentioning his needs & when he’s out with Denki he’s gotta go but he’s scared Denki will think he’s annoying so he doesn’t say anything and gives nothing until it’s late and he pees himself and Denki notices right away  🥺 👉👈

#Pissy babbles #omocute #bnha omocute #bnha omorashi #shinsou omorashi #shinsou omocute #shinkami omorashi #shinkami omocute #omorashi #mha omorashi #mha omocute

[rarepair-omorashi]

KiriDeku omo repost under the cut because Tumblr deleted my other blog :’)

“Aww, Kiri, you’re burning up,” Midoriya says, gently running his hand along Kirishima’s fever flushed cheek.

Kirishima tilts his face into Midoriya’s palm, seeking out his boyfriend’s touch for comfort. Midoriya hums quietly, as he strokes some of the sweaty strands of hair off of Kirishima’s forehead, and takes stock of the end table by his bed.

It’s cluttered with empty water bottles, and a strong medicine with codeine in it, which he supposes explains Kirishima’s sort of loopiness. Midoriya looks back at him, and Kirishima’s staring at him with wide eyes, begging him without words to get into the bed and hold him.

With a gentle smile on his face, Midoriya says, “Scoot over.”

“But you might get sick,” Kirishima croaks in protest, but he quickly scrambles to the other side of the bed, and holds up the blanket for Midoriya to settle in.

Kicking his shoes off, Midoriya says, “I don’t really get sick, it should be fine.”

Which, isn’t a lie, really. Midoriya really and truly doesn’t get sick that often - and definitely not as often as Kirishima. He knew the second Uraraka came in sniffling, that Kirishima was going to get it. His boyfriend’s immune system kind of sucks.

Midoriya has barely settled before Kirishima is upon him, burying his feverish face into Midoriya’s neck, and pulling his arms around his waist. Laughing quietly, Midoriya lets himself be guided and watches in amazement as Kirishima makes himself as small as possible, burying himself against Midoriya’s chest.

Between all the blankets and Kirishima’s overheated body, Midoriya is sweating in an instant. He decides not to complain, though, because he knows Kirishima is infinitely more uncomfortable than he is. Kirishima had probably been counting down the minutes until school let out, aching to be held like this like he always does when he’s sick.

Midoriya kisses his cheeks, forehead, and nose in sympathy, and as a silent apology. Kirishima hums happily, and willing lets Midoriya pull him into the kisses before ducking his head under Midoriya’s chin.  Midoriya draws hearts and stars on Kirishima’s back with his finger-tips, and Kirishima finally settles. A half hour passes like that, Midoriya idly drawing shapes on his boyfriend’s back while Kirishima suffers through his cold, before he shifts again.

Midoriya doesn’t think anything of it, but then it’s happening again, and Kirishima whines like he’s in pain. He crosses his arms over his stomach, face pinched, and Midoriya frowns.

“Stomachache?” he guesses, bringing a hand up to rest against Kirishima’s cheek.

It’d be just like his body, Midoriya thinks, to throw every ache and pain it can think of to Kirishima while he’s sick.

Kirishima doesn’t answer, so Midoriya takes it as a yes. He guides Kirishima onto his back, and slips a hand up his shirt. He rubs his palm along the muscled but soft skin of Kirishima’s stomach, and he takes a sharp intake of breath.

Midoriya hums and keeps up the massage, even as Kirishima shifts his hips and twists in his arms. Kirishima has never been able to sit still while his stomach hurts.

Midoriya presses tiny kisses to the crown of Kirishima’s sweaty head, trying to offer as much comfort as he can. Kirishima arches into it and pulls away at the same time, but Midoriya doesn’t question it.

It’s about twenty minutes later that he wishes he had, when a dark, wet spot appears on the crotch of Kirishima’s grey sweats. He’d kicked away the blankets while being a twisted up mess, letting Midoriya see the exact moment it happens.

“Oh, Kiri,” Midoriya murmurs, as Kirishima ducks his blushing face under his chin again, “Why didn’t you say something? I would’ve let you up.”

“Tried earlier,” Kirishima says against Midoriya’s throat, “The medicine makes me dizzy. Kinda loopy? Can’t stand up. Fell twice trying.”

Midoriya hums in sympathy, and Kirishima whimpers against him.

He presses a kiss to Kirishima’s forehead, and says, “Just hold it a few seconds longer, Kiri; I’m gonna take care of you.”

Kirishima doesn’t question it, just pitiful murmurs, “Trying. Hurry.”

Midoriya kisses his forehead one last time, and sits up. He brings Kirishima upright with him, and moves him so he’s seated on his lap, Kirishima’s back resting against Midoriya’s front. He snags one of the empty water bottles from the end table, and hands it to Kirishima.

Kirishima seems to understand what Midoriya is asking him to do, and blushes immediately. Despite his embarrassment, he lifts his hips and lets Midoriya push his sweats and boxers down. He does his business in the bottle while Midoirya runs his fingers through his sweaty hair, and murmurs words of comfort that don’t really make sense and kind of blur together into Kirishima’s neck.

Kirishima bits his lip and winces at the loud noise of all his pent up piss hitting the plastic in the bottle, but Midoriya never makes a snide remark. He shivers in Midoriya’s arms when he finishes, and Midoriya smiles while he presses a kiss to his shoulder blade.

“Empty?” Midoriya asks, rubbing a hand against Kirishima’s bladder.

Kirishima blushes when it forces the final drops out, and says, “Am now.”

Midoriya hums, and presses a few more kisses to his cheek before slipping out of the bed.

He places the half-full water bottle on the end table, and says, “Just in case.”

Kirishima makes a small noise of embarrassment, but they both know Midoriya isn’t trying to be cruel. Midoriya goes to the shared dorm bathrooms to snag a few paper towels, and snatches a pair of sweatpants and Kirishima’s favorite hoodie of his off of his bedroom floor.

Kirishima is half-asleep when Midoriya makes his way back into his room, and he smiles at the sight of his boyfriend hugging the pillow he’d been laying on.

“You’re so needy when you’re sick,” Midoriya teases, using the wet paper towels he’d grabbed to clean the drying urine off of Kirishima’s thighs.

“Wanna cuddle with you like this all the time,” Kirishima corrects, lifting his hips so Midoriya can slip a clean pair of boxers and his sweatpants over his legs. “Feeling sick is just the only time I indulge myself in it.”

Midoriya blushes when he meets his boyfriend’s adoring-but-still-pretty-loopy gaze, and has to look away when he grins at the hoodie Midoriya holds out.

Slipping back into the bed, Midoriya says, “Tell me if you need the bottle again.”

Kirishima nods, and then a huge yawn racks his body. Midoirya laughs and pulls him to his chest.

“Sleep,” he murmurs, and Kirishima nods.

“Love you.”

Midoriya smothers his grin in Kirishima’s hair, and says, “Love you too.”

“Even when I’m sick and clingy and pissing in bottles?” Kirishima murmurs, clearly half-way asleep again.

“Even then,” Midoriya promises, giving him a tight squeeze.

#I hate this hell site #Kat speaks #My writing #bnha omorashi #bnha omocute #omocute #omorashi #kirideku omorashi #kirishima omorashi

[oh-no-anime-omo]

Sunset (Tamaki Amajiki Omorashi)

I wanna thank my friends who helped me with ideas for this! I hope you all enjoy!

Character: Tamaki Amajiki

Pairing: Slight MiriTama

“Do I really have to come with you...?” Tamaki quietly questioned, as he trailed behind his friends Mirio and Nejire, who were excitedly walking towards their destination. The three of them were meeting up with a few other UA students to try a haunted corn maze, and Tamaki had been dreading it ever since the idea had been brought up, a week or so before.

“Oh, come on, Amajiki! It’ll be fun! And besides, it’s not like anything in the haunted maze will actually be real! You’re not going to be in any danger!” Nejire said, trying to reassure her nervous friend. However, her words did nothing to help the poor boy. A sudden gust of cold wind hit, causing Tamaki to shiver, wrapping his arms tightly around himself in an attempt to warm up a bit. The cold, itself, was inconvenient enough. However, unfortunately for Tamaki, it was also making a certain need of his feel quite a bit worse. The third-year bit his lip.

“That doesn’t make me feel any better...” He softly spoke, his eyes locked on the ground, as he tried his best not to show that anything was wrong. He didn’t want Mirio and Nejire to know what was going on. Especially Nejire. However, at the same time, he didn’t want to risk going into the maze with a filling bladder. Guess I’m going to have to say something to Mirio, when we get there...

“Well, here we are!” Mirio suddenly exclaimed, startling Tamaki out of his thoughts. “I wonder if the others are here, yet...” The blonde said, looking around a bit, in hopes of spotting someone from UA. As he scanned the area, Tamaki took a deep breath, nervously walking up to him. He quickly checked to see if Nejire was watching, glad to see that she wasn’t, and then gently tugged on Mirio’s sleeve.

“M-Mirio...?” Tamaki awkwardly questioned, barely above a whisper. His best friend quickly turned his attention to him, giving him a bright smile.

“I promise, Tamaki, it’s going to be alright!” Mirio said, his expression not changing, as he tried to comfort his classmate. Tamaki’s face turned a deep shade of red, as he slowly shook his head.

“N-no, i-it’s not that... I-I... I-I just...”

“Togata! Amajiki! Hado!” Tamaki immediately stopped what he was saying, upon hearing someone calling for the three of them. The three turned to see a few Class 1-A and Class 1-B students, arriving. Midoriya hurried up to Mirio with a smile.

“Sorry, we’re late! Are you ready to go?” The green-haired boy asked, excited, despite the fact that he was also mildly terrified. Mirio chuckled a bit in response, nodding.

“We will be in just a sec.” Mirio replied, before turning back to Tamaki. “What were you saying?” He asked, smiling. Tamaki, who had been shifting in place a bit while the attention was off of him, quickly stiffened up, more heat rising to his cheeks. He couldn’t say it, now! Not in front of Midoriya!

“N-nothing... It’s not important...” The third-year mumbled, looking down at the ground. He would just have to hold it.

“Are you sure? It seems pretty important.” Mirio replied, concerned about his best friend, who was nervously fidgeting where he stood.

“I’m sure...”

“Well... Alright, then. Let’s go!”

Mirio grabbed Tamaki’s wrist, an excited grin on his face, and quickly began leading the dark-haired boy into the maze. Tamaki let out a yelp, as he stumbled after his blonde friend, briefly panicking, as the sudden movement caused him to almost lose control of his bladder. Shuddering, Tamaki somewhat regained his composure and followed Mirio into the corn maze.

“So, which way do you guys think should we go?” Mina excitedly asked, as her eyes scanned what little bit of the maze she could see from there.

“Why don’t we split up into groups?” Nejire suggested, taking Uraraka’s and Asui’s hands, with a smile.

“Yeah! Sounds great!” Kaminari added, making his way to Bakugou and Kirishima. Soon, students were getting into groups of twos and threes, making sure everyone had someone with them.

“So, you and me?” Mirio suddenly asked, startling Tamaki a bit. He hadn’t been focusing on everyone else. He was much too preoccupied with trying not to wet himself.

“H-huh…?” The boy softly asked, as he looked at Mirio. The blonde smiled in response, gently taking Tamaki’s hand.

“We’re going to be partners!” Mirio exclaimed. “We’re going to go through the corn maze, together!” Tamaki flinched, biting his lip. At least, if it was Mirio, it would be much less stressful. However, at the same time, if he wet himself in front of Mirio, he’d be mortified.

“Tamaki?” Mirio once again spoke, snapping Tamaki out of his thoughts. The dark haired boy once again flinched, biting his lip even harder.

“As long as it’s you…” He mumbled, quietly, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

Soon, all the groups had split up, and Tamaki and Mirio were alone, together. The two wandered into the maze, Mirio taking the lead, as Tamaki held onto his sleeve.

“How much longer is this maze going to take…?” Tamaki quietly whined, as he somewhat trembled, his legs pressed together the best they could be while walking.

“We just started a few minutes ago, so it’ll be a while.” Mirio replied. “Is something wrong? You seem a bit more nervous than usual…” He added, stopping to look at his friend. At Mirio’s gaze, Tamaki couldn’t help but look at the ground, his face red. He kept his legs pressed together, biting his lip. He didn’t even have to say anything.

“Oh…” Mirio softly spoke, realization hitting him. However, instead of teasing him, which Tamaki was afraid of, the high school student gave him a gentle smile. “Alright. We haven’t gotten too far from the entrance, yet, so let’s go ahead and turn around. Alright?” He asked.

Tamaki looked up at Mirio, his blush darkening. Without a word, he quietly nodded, turning around. He was so thankful to have such a kind and understanding best friend, especially when it came to situations like this.

“Okay, so we just came from…” Mirio started. However, he paused, when he saw several paths, leading different ways. “…One of those paths.”

Tamaki was now quite alarmed, realizing that neither of them had really paid any attention to where they had come from. Mirio noticed the look on his friend’s face and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry! We’ll find you a bathroom in no time!”

Quietly, the two high school boys wandered around, trying to find their way to the exit. Every step was getting more and more miserable, though, for poor Tamaki. Why did I have to drink so much water, earlier…? And why didn’t I just tell Mirio, before we walked in here…?

“BOO!”

A man dressed in a creepy scarecrow outfit suddenly jumped out of the corn, making Tamaki shriek, as he quickly wrapped his arms around Mirio, hiding his face in his chest. He immediately started trembling, as he clung to Mirio. The scarecrow soon hid back in the corn, but that was of no relief to Tamaki. Oh, no.

A warm, wet feeling began to spread across Tamaki’s underwear, and immediately, Tamaki once again began to panic.

“No, no…!” He shouted, pulling away from Mirio, as he tried to regain control over his bladder. It took a few dreadfully long seconds, but he was able to stop the flow before it could get much worse. Sniffling, the dark-haired boy looked down at his pants. There wasn’t much, and it wasn’t super noticeable because of his dark pants, but there was a wet patch, a little bigger than a quarter.

“Are you alright!?” Mirio asked, worried about his friend. However, his eyes soon followed Tamaki’s to his pants. His eyes widened, but he still gave Tamaki a smile. “Here.” He said, slipping his jacket off and tying it around Tamaki’s waist, adjusting it so that the sleeves covered the wet patch.

Tamaki sniffled, his blush never leaving his face, as he watched Mirio.

“M-Mirio… I-I need… I-I need to go…” He whimpered, as Mirio stood back up.

“I know, and you will!” Mirio replied, trying his best to cheer up Tamaki. “We’ll get you to the bathroom before you know it!”

The two boys wandered further into the corn maze, getting further and further from the entrance. They had no clue where they were going, and Tamaki was getting more and more sure that they wouldn’t find a bathroom in time.

“WHO GOES THERE!?”

A boy dressed as a werewolf suddenly rushed in from around the corner, what appeared to be strawberry syrup or something of the like dripping from his claws.

Another shriek came from Tamaki, as he once again held onto Mirio for comfort. As the werewolf left, Mirio gently rubbed Tamaki’s back.

“Hey, he’s gone.” Mirio softly said, but Tamaki could barely hear him. Through his teary eyes, Tamaki looked down at himself, the wet patch on his pants having now grown significantly larger. He had managed again to stop, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this.

Mirio tried his best not to make his concern evident, as he really didn’t want to worry Tamaki any more than he already was. However, it was hard to take his eyes off of the wetness of Tamaki’s pants, which now trailed partway down each of his legs.

“M-Mirio… I-I can’t… I-I can’t hold it…” Tamaki whispered, tears running down his cheeks, as he clung to Mirio.

“Then don’t.” Mirio said, causing Tamaki’s eyes to widen. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself or make yourself sick, Tamaki. And besides, it’s not like I’d ever judge you or tell anyone.”

“I-I can’t do that…!” Tamaki quickly argued, already humiliated enough. There was no way he could wet himself in front of Mirio! At least, not any more than he already had…

“Tamaki, please… I hate seeing you like this… Wait, what if you just go in the corn? I could let you know if someone comes by!” Mirio suggested. However, Tamaki still shook his head.

“N-no… I can’t…” He said, trembling. Since it was only himself and Mirio there at the moment, he took the chance to hold himself a bit, whimpering, as he tried his best to ease the pressure. While it helped a little, it didn’t help much. He soon removed his now wet hand, blushing. “L-let’s just go… P-please…”

Before long, the two boys neared the center of the maze. Thankfully, they hadn’t encounter any more jumpscares on the way.

“Looks like we’ve reached the middle!” Mirio exclaimed, as the corn widened out. The dim light from the sunset made it a bit difficult to tell what was in front of them, but the two could tell that there was definitely something. Likely some big centerpiece for the people who made it that far, Mirio assumed.

The two neared the display, rather slowly, as Tamaki was trying his best not to jolt his bladder at all. However, upon arriving at the scene, Tamaki froze in his tracks. His eyes widened, as he took it all in.

There were mannequins (which was quite obvious to Mirio) lying around with torn up clothes and that syrupy stuff from before. In the center was some sort of mechanical grim reaper that moved and slowly swung a scythe back and forth, with bright red eyes that glowed in the dimness. Fog machines made it difficult to see the scene too clearly, adding to the effect.

“Heh, this isn’t too bad! Pretty neat, though!” Mirio said, smiling. However, his smile fell, when he turned to look at Tamaki.

The poor boy was trembling with fear. His eyes were wide, tears spilling from them, as his legs struggled to keep him standing. However, Mirio’s attention soon turned to the dripping sound he now heard. Looking down, Mirio soon found the source of the noise.

Tamaki’s pants were slowly getting wetter and wetter, and the dripping soon turned into a full stream, as the high school boy finally lost complete control over his bladder. He didn’t even react at first, as his own urine soaked him, spilling onto the ground and into his shoes. A bit even got onto Mirio’s jacket, though Mirio couldn’t care less about his jacket, at the moment.

Once his bladder had finally fully emptied, Tamaki’s trembling legs gave out. He fell to his knees, immediately beginning to sob.

“Why…? W-why did this have to happen…?” He whimpered, wiping his tears with his sleeves. Without any hesitation, Mirio quickly dropped to his own knees and pulled Tamaki into a tight hug.

“Hey, it’s alright… This happens…” The blonde softly spoke, rubbing circles on his friend’s back. Tamaki sniffled, returning the hug and nuzzling into Mirio, craving any bit of comfort from Mirio that he could possibly get. He just wanted to forget about this.

“M-Mirio… Your pants…” He quietly spoke, realizing Mirio’s knees were indeed right in his puddle.

“I can wash them, later.” Mirio replied, pulling Tamaki closer. He really didn’t mind, so long as he was able to help his friend. A smile then formed on his face. “Besides! It’s not every day I get Tamaki Amajiki cuddles!” He added, trying to lighten the mood.

“Mirio…” Tamaki whispered, blushing and sniffling a bit. For a second, Mirio had worried that he had gone too far. However, a soft chuckle soon relieved him of that worry. Mirio’s eyes widened, as Tamaki quietly laughed a bit.

“W-well… You could’ve just asked…” The shy boy softly said, still hiding his face in Mirio’s chest. He definitely wasn’t exactly happy about the situation, but at the same time, he was glad to have Mirio there to help support and comfort him. Who else was going to literally sit down in a puddle of urine for him? He doubted that many people would go that far.

“I’m so glad you’re my friend…” Tamaki softly spoke, closing his eyes. “You… Y-you mean so much to me…” He added, his blush deepening. “You really are the sun… So warm and bright…” Tamaki quietly cuddled, unsure of what else to say. He had something in mind, but he figured now wasn’t the best time for that. So, instead, he chose to say something else.

“A-and, Mirio…? T-thank you…”

#Tamaki Amajiki #omorashi #omocute #mha omorashi #Tamaki Amajiki omorashi #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #Amajiki Tamaki #Oh No Anime Omo

[vivini-florini]

there isnt enough tokoyami omo

like imagine everyone sees tokoyami shining a bunch of (light source) at dark shadow and are scared dark shadows going to attack them or something and tokoyami is trying to stop him, but then dark shadow just screams about how tokoyami has to pee in the most embarrasing way possible, because tokoyami really has to go but wont admit it

#omocute #omorashi #bnha omo #bnha omorashi #tokoyami omorashi

[squirmymochi]

Todoroki headcanons? uwu

Anon I am so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for so long!! Anyway onto prince Todo <3

- As far as bladder size goes, he has kind of average capacity--but as far as holding ability goes, he’s a fucking champ

- Long training sessions with his dad have kind of trained him to hold out on his most basic physical needs--nutrition, rest, and of course breaks to go to the bathroom. The only thing his dad allowed him to do was take breaks for water, since it was fast and seemed necessary for creating ice and staying hydrated

- Back when his father began making him train, about at the age of four, he was barely finished with potty training and still had a weak, hair-trigger bladder. Because of this, he used to wet himself a lot during practices, and Rei, Fuyumi, or Natsuo (or Touya) would have to rescue him from the training room and clean him up in the bathroom

- The more he trained with his dad, the better he got at controlling his bladder. By the time he enrolls in UA, he could probably hold it for eight or nine hours if absolutely necessary (and he still makes a point of staying hydrated)

- He doesn’t actually know where the bathrooms are for a couple months after he joins UA and so he ends up holding it throughout the whole day and the ride home. Even when he learns where they are, he’s a bit too awkward to excuse himself during class or from his friends at lunch, so he still ends up holding it

- This leads to a few too many close calls on his part--he often has to dash to the bathroom as soon as he gets home with barely enough time to drop his bag by the doorway and kick off his shoes

- When he does start to get desperate during class or on the train, he taps his foot against the ground or taps his fingers on his desk/lap/etc. He’s a tapper. If it’s getting more serious he’ll press his legs together and rub them back and forth--he can get away with crossing his legs “casually” when he’s standing up/leaning against something, but crossing his legs sitting down makes it abundantly clear that he needs to piss

- He never really lets himself moan or complain, but he will get very out of breath/huff and breathe heavily when he’s getting desperate, it’s one of the few ways his friends will (eventually) be able to tell that he needs to go

- His hands usually rest on his knees in fists, but sometimes when the pressure spikes he’ll let out a little gasp and reach down to squeeze himself through his pants. If anyone sees him do it he’ll turn bright red, but usually won’t be able to take his hand away at that point

- He has a bit of an aversion to peeing in places that aren’t bathrooms/toilets, so it’s never an option to go somewhere like in a bottle or behind a bush. It’s toilet or nothing, and usually he has to choose “nothing” for hours at a time even if it feels like he’s on the brink of exploding

- If/When he eventually wets himself, it may go one of two ways: A) he fights it as long as he can, but gives up once it’s clear that it’s going to happen either way. With one final surge of desperation, he starts completely soaking himself, and all he can do is stand there, letting his hands drop to his sides and pretending it doesn’t affect him at all. He does his best to keep his composure, even as people are staring at him, because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself further

- B) even as he’s wetting himself he’s struggling to stop it, because he’s been conditioned to never show weakness, and wetting himself is a pretty huge sign of weakness. So he fights it the whole time, clutching his crotch and whimpering in pain as piss escapes him jet by jet, even though it’s clear that he’s not going to get away dry

- If the second happens, he’ll probably end up crying, although he’ll try to hide it. He’s just so upset that he’d pissed himself as a teenager, and he can’t hide his embarrassment and frustration anymore. One of his friends, probably Midoriya, will have to come and comfort him and help him clean up/hide the evidence

#bnha omorashi #omorashi #male omorashi #omocute #todoroki omorashi #headcanons #bn/ha #op #Anonymous

[floodingyourdmswithpee]

Tamaki? Lots of blushing probably ;;

nyehehe shy characters my beloved

- if he wets there will be crying. a lot of it.

- mirio probably has to go comfort him and convince him "no it's ok; nobody's mad"

- small bladder, amazing control

- will not tell anyone until the last second

- definitely squirms a lot hhhhhh

HHHHH I'M SORRY THIS WAS TOO SHORT

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[ghostomo]

Hi ! My names Ghost I go by she/ they pronouns! This is my omorashi blog (I will not be naming my personal blog for privacy reasons.) I will be posting both genders because I'm bi but I kind of prefer men.

Fandoms:

Bnha

Haikyuu

Banana fish

Mystic messenger

Tokyo ghoul

Death note

Saiki k

Kakegurui

Assassination classroom

And more but these will be the main fandoms ! Feel free to send asks and messages aslong as they are friendly !

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[0komoii]

freaking- @narupuff did it aGAIN? made a PERFECT fic and blessed my eyes with it?? 

how do they do it?? bb i love you?? youre so talented?? women are pretty?? i usually prefer male omo but t h i s??  wH A T

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[marameowmeow]

Mic's Moment of Shame (Pt.1)

synopsis: Your two favorite men Aizawa and Mic are with you at an amusement park, although the love triangle is awkward because it feels one-sided on each other’s parts, things get more awkward when the three of you get stuck on the Ferris wheel, and both Aizawa and Mic really have to pee.

pairing: hizashi yamada x fem!reader

word count: 8.8 k

genre: fluff, nsfw (sorta)

warnings: contains omorashi, characters aged-up, some nudity, graphic peeing scene

‘‘What am I doing here again?’

Aizawa had asked himself that question three times already tonight as he walked amongst several people in this large, wide amusement park. Amusement parks weren’t Aizawa’s thing. Amusement parks were loud, full of noisy, obnoxious people in lines and crowds, and there was often merchandise of several other pro-heroes, especially of All-Might. Ergo, this was a place for extroverts, and Aizawa was most definitely not an extrovert. He almost contemplated on leaving this place as he tossed an empty cup of coffee in a nearby trashcan.

“Shouta~!” You called out to him, having lost him a while back after you got engaged in a conversation with some fans. And he turned to face your smiling face. Then he remembered, this is why he was here. He constantly denied it, but he did have a soft spot for you and liked spending some of his time with you. In fact, he might have even been in love with you, but he couldn’t tell you or anyone else that because he liked to be professional and he was secretly worried that his feelings for you would get in the way of his and your jobs. Still, it didn’t stop him from trying to spend time with you.

“Back from your adoring fans?” He asked you somewhat curtly, and you giggled a bit.

“The few ones I have… I’m not a high-ranker like you or All-Might.” You said humbly, knowing you weren’t as popular as the other pro-heroes, nor were you as powerful as them since your quirk only allowed you to read people’s emotions, it made you a great intel gatherer and a human lie detector, but it wasn’t something that made you really stand out other than to your closest friends. That got a small chuckle out of the deadpan man, which made you grin as you excitedly exclaimed.

“Hey come with me on the carousel. I haven’t ridden one of those in years!” You were met with a sigh of disbelief.

“You didn’t just ask me that?” Aizawa wasn’t really asking a question, but you obviously knew the answer.

“Oh come on… you’re telling me you don’t want to ride one at least once?” You pouted, crossing your arms and trying to look cute, but it wasn’t working on him.

“No. I’m already at a place for children, I don’t want to look like one or do anything that children do.” He said dryly, as you grunted in slight annoyance.

“You’re no fun…” You muttered, but because he was so closed off, you couldn’t read his emotions that good. And little did you know that Aizawa was, in his own way, having some fun, but just by being with you and occasionally sitting with you through the corny shows teenagers put up, or the acrobats. The funnest thing he’d seen the whole time though was the animal show featuring two skilled cats. So you knew that he was having some bit of fun at least.

“All right, all right then I’ll get on the carousel, and you get to watch.” You declared with a tiny smirk as you made your way to the relatively small line as he nearly smirked as he watched you walk. He could have watched, and probably should have but it was already cold out, even with his all black clothing he was tempted to get another coffee to keep himself awake, although he wasn’t sure how you would feel about that if he just left. Of course, it wouldn’t be practical to keep falling in and out of consciousness since he had been walking a lot here with you. So he left momentarily for another drink so that way he could keep up with you, but was thankful that this place only had another hour til closing time.

Meanwhile, you stood in line as you watched the other riders having fun on their horses and carriages. Some were couples, of all kinds, and they looked pretty happy. How you wished Aizawa came with you so you could be one of those happy couples. Instead you worried that you would forever be on a horse on a carousel, just spinning with Aizawa ahead of you and never get the chance to catch up to him. And then you looked over to see that he wasn’t even there anymore.

Where’d he go?

You sighed in dejection, but nearly jumped when someone called you, “[Y/N]!!”

Over your shoulder, you turned to see Mic waving and running over to you, and you smiled wide. “H-Hizashi!” It’s not like you were entirely surprised, Mic tended to follow you and Aizawa around especially when it was just the two of you. And you assumed it’s because the poor guy didn’t want to be left alone, even if it made him something of a third wheel. But you didn’t mind. You liked Mic, a lot.

“Hey! I found ya! I knew I would if I just kept looking!” He cheerfully said as he gladly stepped in line right beside you, much to your secret delight as you giggled.

“I was wondering when you would show up! I was kinda missing you too.” Mic promptly bounced on his heels, his already permanent smile growing in excitement.

“Well ya know, it’s no fun without me.” He kind of bragged as you smiled and blushed at his cute enthusiasm. Although he was slightly bouncier than normal as you saw him fidgeting slightly where he stood next to you.

“I can’t really deny that… Shouta’s not really a carousel kind of guy… I’m happy that you want to get on with me.” You sounded kind of sad, and Mic patted you on the back to cheer you up.

“Ah yeah, that’s Eraser for ya. Don’t worry! I’m here to give you a good time, I haven’t been on one of these things since we were students in Yuuei!” He exclaimed, which made you smile and giggle once it was your turn now to get on.

Of course, you sat on a horse with Mic close behind you, though you swore he seemed to have a bit of difficulty sitting on it as he grinned a little nervously at you? He seemed nervous and you could feel it. You wondered why, but you still smiled at him as the carousel played its music and started moving and letting you all spin round and round on the horse.

Giggling cheerfully, you threw your hand out as if you were flying with Mic whooping right behind you. As much as you loved Aizawa, you couldn’t deny that Mic was a lot of fun, he never shied away from doing things like this from you.

“Hey look! There’s Shouta! Hey! Shouta! Over here!!” You pointed at Aizawa and waved happily to the scruffy pro-hero, who had another coffee in his hand, and he paused with a very mild look of surprise once he saw you and his best friend riding together on the carousel. He should have figured that Mic would somehow come in to interrupt yours and his time together.

“Hey Eraser!!” It was Mic’s turn to wave at Aizawa, as you grinned and did the same to the very unamused pro-hero as he rolled his eyes. He thought you were both childish, but of course that was the jealousy in him talking. He knew Mic was always trying to interrupt you and him because the loud pro-hero liked you too. Aizawa was mature enough to not get into a petty love triangle, but sometimes he couldn’t help it. Mic did this on purpose sometimes by deliberately trying to get closer to you and take your attention away from his.

It was all fun and games whenever the three of you hung out together, at least until someone falls in love. And all three of you had fallen in love with one another, and to an extent, each other.

“You should have come on! It’s great!” Mic called out cheerfully as you let out a little laugh, not so silently agreeing with him. “I’m spinning!” You giggled, keeping your arm out as you smiled wide, and Aizawa secretly found that adorable, but he kept his expression stoic and cold as he watched you with a blasé look on his face. It felt wrong, but he couldn’t find it in him to reciprocate your feelings just yet, even though he knew that he knew that he could only keep his feelings secret for too long until you find out yourself or get tired of waiting and eventually move on with someone else. Like Mic. He would understand why though, Mic was a lively, handsome man who could keep people entertained, hell even he entertained him sometimes, which is sort of why he hung around him because the man was his best friend and he secretly enjoyed his company.

Disappointed with his reaction, you kept your smile on despite the fact that you felt like you were stuck on your horse while spinning around and around, not quite able to reach out to Aizawa and feeling like you were in a little fairy tale and constantly hoping you could catch up him. Little did you know, Mic was behind you and feeling the exact same way and wondering if he would ever be able to catch up to you. Mic wasn't blind, he knew how you felt about Aizawa, and he didn't blame you. Aizawa was a smart, level-headed and handsome man, he knew how to keep people grounded and always used logic and reasoning to keep everything together. Mic respected him a lot even if their personalities clashed, but he enjoyed his company, ever since they went to school together. However, he felt the same as you did. On his horse, just so close behind you but not quite able to reach out to you too, for you were trying to reach out for someone else.

Round and round you all went.

Riding.

Riding.

Riding.

Once the ride was over, you got off your horse and went over to Mic who took his time getting off his horse but perked up and grinned upon seeing you. “[Y/N]! Was that fun or what?!”

You blushed and giggled. “So fun! I need to come here again just to ride it again…” Smiling, you and Mic got off together, laughing and talking together which served to annoy Aizawa once he saw you both walking over to him.

“I see you two had a good time.” He remarked dryly, and you nervously smiled and waved.

“W-Well… it was a fun ride! Sometimes spinning is a simple way of having fun.” You replied shyly, not wanting to annoy Aizawa as he sighed a bit, feeling like he was giving you a bit of a hard time as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Good I suppose… come. Let’s keep walking.” He suggested, which you and Mic agreed to.

“Yeah! Let’s see what other activities and rides this place has before it closes!” The loud pro-hero gave his own suggestion, as you smiled and pulled both the heroes in with your arms.

“Excellent ideas you two! Let’s do it together!” You exclaimed happily as both men smiled and let you take the reins, even though Aizawa was somewhat reluctant about this. And secretly, so was Mic.

However for different reasons, he was more than willing to spend any time with you because he had been crushing on you for the longest time, but right now he was practically dying for a piss. But he couldn’t just admit that to you. It’s why he was walking stiffer than normal, and bouncing slightly in his steps, which you and Aizawa just brushed off as the man’s typical energy. And every time neither of you were looking, he would cross one leg over the other, especially in the lines you stood in to see a performer show off their quirk or perform a popular song.

Since it was still winter-time, Mic’s been working full-time as a pro-hero and at the mainstream radio station making exciting announcements and playing the most requested songs and of course many of the more popular lovey-dovey songs. However, while he certainly had the chance to piss in the morning, once he came in he got little to no breaks to go to the bathroom, and he’d been filling up on a not so healthy mix of water, coffee, Red Bull and soda the whole time to keep himself awake when it got boring. Mic’s normally strong bladder was so full he couldn’t even think of how long it had been since he last pissed since this morning. It was night-time right now, so he assumed at least 7 or maybe even 8 hours, whichever it was, his bladder was screaming at him to ‘Hurry the hell up’ and find a place to piss.

He was smarter than this and should have went to the bathroom sometime while he was here, but in his defense, most of the lines were either way too long, or closed because someone threw up all over the place. Mic knew he had more opportunities to find someway to relieve his bladder, but he wanted to stay close to you as much as possible. He was having way too much fun with you, even if it meant waiting in agonizingly long lines just to get you a cute doll that you wanted. Of course Aizawa had to pay for it though as he gave you money, but Mic made sure to actually wait with you in line, just so he could be close to you, which you actually really appreciated as you both shared a bashful smile.

Which of course annoyed Aizawa, he knew Mic had feelings for you too, and his advances were kind of sad. He wasn’t sure if you felt the same way about him, but he was sure you would have to pick up on it sometime with how the blonde man followed you around like a puppy dog. However, he also noticed that Mic was acting kind of weird, and somewhat jumpier than normal. But Aizawa didn’t focus too much on that, since he was busy looking around for a bathroom now that those two coffees had caught up to him. It was nothing urgent, but he would still need to find one sooner or later.

“Okay~.” You pleasantly sang, rather happy now that you were able to retrieve the limited-edition kitty plush you’d been wanting. “Thank you very much my two favorite men.” Then you flashed both Aizawa and Mic a sweet smile that nearly made the two blush in unison, feeling as if they could melt in your warmth.

“Hee-hee, I know we’re all kind of tired, but… there’s just ONE last thing we got to do. ONE.” Then you made your announcement, and you were relieved that they didn’t look annoyed, in fact, Mic seemed to catch on to what you meant.

“Oh yes of course! The Ferris Wheel! It’s not a complete night-out without getting on the Ferris Wheel! I’m totally on board with that [Y/N]!” Mic cheerfully said, even though he was getting really desperate and wasn’t sure he could wait for much longer, he could practically feel his bladder quivering and punching him from the inside-out to run over somewhere, anywhere, even a hidden corner or behind one of the buildings to sneak a piss without anyone, especially you to see or hear. But he wanted to sit next to you and share a beautiful view of the city with you, and he wasn’t sure he would get another opportunity like that for a while.

Aizawa on the other hand sighed, “Very well then. That’s a slow, steady ride… but we need to get on it quick because this place is closing soon…” He informed, and that was enough to make all three of you move a little bit quicker to the very large Ferris Wheel that was in sight. The bathrooms were in sight for Aizawa to see, and not a line or sign that would keep him from going in. That would have been his chance, but… he didn’t miss the look of disappointment and sadness on your face every time he denied your requests to join him on rides. So, he put aside his need and continued to follow you. Mic had similar ideas, he wanted to so badly to just rush over to the toilets really quick, but the place was going to close soon and he wanted to get on this damn Ferris Wheel with you!

So both men had to swallow the discomfort down, and get on with you. They were relieved though when there was pretty much no line now that everyone else who was on the wheel had gotten off and there was no one other than a blonde, female employee who just looked at them politely and curiously. “No line!” You chirped happily, giggling as you let Aizawa go ahead of you and he took a seat and gestured for you to sit beside him, which you gladly did. And you smiled when Mic immediately sat right next to you, sandwiching you between the two pro-heroes.

The Ferris Wheel was at least 165 feet tall, and provided riders with passenger cars, so there was enough room for the three of you and possibly three more, but thankfully it was just you, Aizawa and Mic. You wouldn’t have it either way, because secretly, you really liked them both. Each had their own traits that made them desirable, and they were both really hot too.

“Last ride of the night! Last ones on here!” Mic exclaimed with a big grin, crossing one leg over the other as you giggled. “I know!” You were exhilarated, especially when the ferris wheel started taking you three up and for once Aizawa felt a little bit relaxed even with the discomfort. “Guys! Look! We can see the whole city!” You kind of stood up and pointed at the bright lights Musutafu was giving off, the entire city in view. It was magical, Mic look positively amazed as he widened his eyes and dropped his jaw in awe, for once he was silent in marvel, while Aizawa’s eyes slightly widened, but he couldn’t deny that the view was beautiful.

Slowly he stood up, just to share this moment with you, giving you a small smile that made your face light up with exuberant joy. Aizawa felt a warm flutter in his chest that almost made him feel nervous and yet happy, but that joy was shot as soon Mic stood up quickly afterwards, his legs trembling as you turned to face the blonde man, and you couldn’t help but grin at him too when you saw him smile at you.

Annoyed, Aizawa carefully sat back down with you and Mic following his lead in succession, you looked down blushing. “Thanks you guys… for actually coming out with me here, I had an amazing time!” You thanked them both with a blushing smile, which made them both feel a rare instance of shyness again. Before they both even had the chance to try and butt in to each other’s sentences, they both grunted in shock when the moving Ferris wheel suddenly came to a stop. And you gasped in shock and clung to where you were seated, wondering what just happened as you looked at the pro-heroes for a theory of sorts.

“What happened…?”

“Based on that jolt… I think we’ve stopped, the lights on this thing are off too…” Aizawa sighed, already assuming the worst since it seemed the most plausible explanation. However, he took the moment to look downwards and access the situation, and he noticed the employee that had turned off the ride.

“What?! W-We can’t be stuck! The place is going to close soon!” Mic stood standing up, kind of dancing in place as he hopped from foot to foot. “HEY! Somebody! We’re stuck up here! Turn it back on! Bring us down!” He shouted for the employee but didn’t see that the employee had headphones in her ears and didn’t even both to look up, she seemed distracted yet pretty focused as she walked away with a small smile.

“Attention, visitors. The park is now closing, please follow the exit signs and have a nice night, be sure to bundle up for the cold weather.”

Well now you were all in trouble. And everywhere Aizawa and Mic looked, they couldn’t see anybody as all the employees had already left, with their one useless employee there already gone. “Hey!! Doesn’t anyone see us?! We’re stuck! SOMEBODY! HELP! Get us off this thing!!” That didn’t stop Mic from shouting for help, he was tempted to use his quirk, but just using it would send tremors to his body due to how loud he could go. And at this point all it would take is the wrong move to make him completely piss himself with you and Aizawa to witness… he wasn’t letting that happen.

“It’s useless Mic. They’re already gone… and we’re stuck up here. Trying to jump down wouldn’t be practical, we’re at the very top, and I don’t want to risk not being able to take you and [Y/N] without one of you getting hurt…” Aizawa could have used his ninja skills to jump off this thing, but even he knew his limits and this was an extremely high construction. Even if he were to carry you and Mic off, he couldn’t risk making one wrong step and crippling or possibly even killing you, himself or Mic. And if he was being completely honest, he couldn’t move too much now that the dropping temperatures weren’t making it easy to keep his impatient bladder under control.

“Damn there’s no signal…” You huffed as you took out your phone in hopes that it would help, but with the height you were at and the fact that the park turned off pretty much everything. Phones weren’t going to save you guys now.

“No way, this CAN’T be happening! We’re not seriously going to spend all night up here are we?!” Mic pressed his head against his seat, letting out a small whine as he crossed his legs and wiggled in his seat. That didn’t go unnoticed by you or Aizawa, the two of you glanced at each other and both came to the same conclusion. Now that you were focused more on Mic, your quirk allowed you to read his feelings, and you sensed embarrassment and desperation…

You shuddered and blushed in response to Mic’s emotions, feeling secondhand embarrassment as you couldn’t help but ask.

“H-Hizashi… you don’t look too good… d-do you have to g-.”

“Yes! Yes, yes oh my god [Y/N] I have to pee, I have to pee SO freaking bad I’m going to explode!” Mic dramatically admitted, keeping his legs tightly crossed, bouncing them every now then and openly shifting and squirming in his seat. Feeling a rare sense of mortification sharing this with you. He honestly didn’t care that Aizawa knew because the man was his long-time friend, and you were too but he’s had such a crush on you that he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Not only that but he liked to think of himself as a bit of a gentleman at times and saying how bad he has to piss in front of you, isn’t exactly gentlemanly. At the same time though, he had no way of hiding how bad he had to go now that you could tell.

Aizawa tried not to look sympathetic as he sighed in annoyance, “Why didn’t you go before we got on?” He asked, somewhat hypocritically though because he of course, also felt the urge to piss, and he had already felt it before getting on the ride but assumed the same and didn’t expect the ferris wheel to just stop, nor did he expect the workers to be incompetent enough to abandon all of you.

Mic suddenly threw his hands between his legs, holding himself as hard as he could even though the material of his pants weren’t making it easy as he double-crossed his legs and he couldn’t stop squirming. “Because I wanted to get on the last ride with you guys! I thought I’d be able to pee as soon as I got off! I didn’t think we’d get left for dead up here!”

“Neither did we…” You sighed, understanding why Mic didn’t go before getting on this. But now you just felt bad for him, he looked like he really had to go. In fact, now that your’s and Aizawa’s guess was correct, you couldn’t help but keep an eye on the blonde, especially since he was squirming so much.

“I can’t believe we’re stuck up here… what kind of employee just ditches people when they know they’re still up here?!” He ranted, obviously in hopes to try and distract himself as he rocked a little bit, crossing and uncrossing his legs depending on what made him feel better. But it wasn’t working, he could feel piss ready to just spill out at any minute. The cold weather didn’t help because it was making him shiver, even with his jacket and pants on, the wind just cut right through him.

“Hizashi… I’m sensing a lot of urgency… just how long have you been holding it…?” You felt yourself starting to blush more, with Mic being so close his emotions were on complete display for anyone else to read, and they didn't even need to have your quirk. Although, seeing this surprised you since Mic wasn’t known for his shame.

“I don’t even know… 6, 7, 8 hours? I don’t know…” Mic whined, holding himself hard as he started to blush as he felt your [E/C] eyes watching him. You tried to give him the privacy, but he looked so cute when he was so embarrassed and vulnerable like that. It wasn’t often you saw an embarrassed Hizashi. “Oh shit… oh man, oh man, oh man… We’re going to be stuck up here all night and I REEEEAALLY have to go… I have to go…!” He bounced and squirmed in his seat, holding himself tightly with his legs crossed and avoided [Y/N]’s gaze as he let out a small whimper.

He really should have peed earlier but he couldn’t pass the opportunity to spend time with you, walking with you and riding with you in hopes that he could get to you and Aizawa. Although, he couldn’t lie that he found Aizawa very attractive and was a little embarrassed that he had to see him like this. He was probably going to mess with him about this later though no doubt… he’d lose both his and your respect.

However, Mic took you by surprise when he flinched in his seat suddenly with a loud squeak of alarm as the first spurt of urine escaped and quickly dampened his boxers. Quickly he double-crossed his legs and curling in a little bit and didn���t dare remove his hands from his crotch as the spurt didn’t stop as the warm piss started to seep through his boxers and wetting the front of his pants.

“Oh God… Oh fuck…!” He moaned lightly, gripping his crotch hard and tightening his muscles and much as he could until he got the loss under control, even though he knew he could still very much feel his swollen bladder threatening to spill more piss out any second now. And he shuddered from the wind hitting, with the wet patch turning cold because of the low temperature. His eyes widened slightly when he realized how fucked he was, the next wave would send him over the edge and no holding would save him now. Mic wasn’t a man who got shy or embarrassed easily but having you and Aizawa here to see him like this was enough to bring frustrated tears in his green eyes.

“Oh Hizashi…” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder once you saw and felt just how embarrassed he was, and you massaged his shoulder to try and ease the man’s nerves once you saw him beginning to almost panic. “Look whatever happens, happens… I swear I will not judge you and what happens up here, stays up here. Right Shouta?” You softly and sweetly reassured Mic, before sharply looking at Aizawa to make sure that he wouldn’t make any judgments or smarmy remarks.

“Right.” He was surprisingly sincere, but he did feel bad for his friend. And he was getting worried that he would be in that same situation too because of how much his own bladder was gradually filling and making him extremely uncomfortable with every passing minute.

“Oh really?” Mic blinked back his tears as he slightly perked up and nervously laughed even though he wasn’t going to be proud of his next move, “T-That’s great… so… you won’t think any less of me for what I’m about to do now?”

“Not at all.” You smiled reassuringly, even though you couldn’t really tell what his intentions were, all you knew was that you felt embarrassment and reluctance. Your first assumption was that Mic was just going to accept his fate and wet himself, but you were wrong.

Mic uncrossed his legs, standing up as quickly as he could even though his knees trembled with desperation and he kept his hands on himself. You and Aizawa could see the wet patch on his front; Mic wasn’t kidding when he said was going to burst. Steadily, Mic carefully made his way to the edge of the passenger car.

“Wait… what are you-?” You looked confused, but Aizawa’s eyes began to widen as he realized what Mic was about to do.

“Mic you’re not seriously…” He was ready to protest and argue for Mic to NOT do what he was about to do, but it was too late as Mic already unzipped his damp pants, pulling out his already pissing member out and aimed for the ground, pissing a hard, strong and loud stream as he let out a loud, rather erotic sounding moan at the intense relief of the release.

“Ohhhh! Ohhhhh Fuck!” He groaned without any shame in his tone, loud enough for anyone else to hear or see, but you were all thankful that nobody else was in sight as Mic continued to piss, he couldn’t and he wouldn’t stop it now. “Ohhh Shit… A-Ahh-hahhh… ohh my God…” Mic shivered as he peed, both from the cold air hitting his bare cock and the overwhelming relief that was thankfully outweighing the cold as his legs shook from the ecstasy-like feeling.

Squealing a little bit at what you were seeing, you flushed darkly and turned your head with your hand covering your wide [E/C] eyes. Similarly, Aizawa grunted and quickly turned away, blushing slightly himself as the sound of Mic’s hissing flow of heavy piss and unabashed moans made his own bladder pang at him in irritation that he wasn’t doing the same and forcing him to press his thighs together tightly as he grunted in complete annoyance.

“I can’t believe you… [Y/N]’s right here!” He muttered in disgust, scolding him a bit for such impoliteness as he tried to ignore the sound of shameless pissing, but with Mic’s relieved moaning and the desperation in the strength of his stream, Aizawa found it near-impossible to completely tune it all out. He was only thankful that they were too far up to hear piss hitting the ground.

“Ohhhh I know… a-ahhh [Y/N]… you’re not looking are you? Mmmm ohhhh my God I’m so sorry but I just couldn’t hold it anymore… a-aaahhh God it feels sooo gooood…” Mic’s practically lustful moaning did nothing to help Aizawa’s own predicament, nor did it ease the nerves fluttering in your stomach as you peeked through your fingers.

You blushed harder when seeing the relieved, still flushed yet grinning face of the blonde man as tears of relief streamed down his face. He really had to go, you wondered. As you watched, you focused intently on the thickness of his strong stream as little droplets sparkled as it rained down to the ground thanks to the moon’s shining light. It was so cold out, you swore his hot piss was giving off a bit of steam, and just seeing that just amazed you in a weird, titillating way.

It was a good thing nobody else was here, otherwise they would have gotten hit with the golden rain provided by Mic as his stream showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. You listened to the strength of his hissing piss just spurting and flying out at full-force as he kept letting out shameless sighs and groans of relief, sending a tremor down your back. It might have been wrong, but the sight was so hot you forgot all about the fact that you were watching your friend pee and he had no idea that you were watching. And the way he moaned like that, very reminiscent to an orgasm, it was very arousing to see and listen to.

While you were enjoying the show, Aizawa was internally suffering, having to look away and shut his eyes as he tried his hardest not to squirm, even though the sound of Mic’s piss trickling and hissing with such volume just teased his rapidly filling bladder that demanded relief. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to squirm with you right next to him, that would be way too embarrassing and undignified especially since he always held himself up as the mature one, the logical and upright one. He was NOT going to let that image shatter today all because of something as basic as dying for a piss.

However, he had forgotten that you were that close to him, and Aizawa’s inner turmoil was becoming more apparent to you as you widened your eyes slightly and turned to glance at him for a bit. Embarrassment. You wondered, did Shouta have to go?

After about a minute and a half going strong, Hizashi’s stream slowly petered out to a trickle and a stop as he shook off the remaining drops before he put himself away. Quickly you averted your eyes and stared at your lap to make it look like you hadn’t been watching him the whole time.

“Ohhh my God… haaaaah…” He sighed heavily in relief, slumping down into his seat next to you, grinning bashfully in an attempt to shake off the embarrassment he still felt. “I am SO sorry about that [Y/N]… I really didn’t want to do that in front of you but… when you gotta go you gotta go…” Hizashi somewhat shyly shrugged his shoulders, making you smile awkwardly at him.

“You have no class.” Aizawa glared at him with a biting judgment, which did embarrass Mic a little bit but he just huffed that off. “Hey! I wasn’t going to completely piss myself up here in the freezing cold!”

“Completely?” You asked, seeing Mic starting to blush even more as his face turned pink even though he tried to grin. “Y-Yeah I… kinda peed myself a little bit already… I had to do something…” Mic nearly stammered as he explained himself, and Aizawa hated to admit it, but that was the most logical thing to do. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do that, at all.

“Still. In public, where anyone could have seen you. And right in front of [Y/N]. It’s disrespectful.” The underground hero muttered in annoyance, hating how you put your hand on Mic’s shoulder.

“Hey it’s all right… I… I didn’t mind really… it’s like you said… when you gotta go you gotta go. No shame in that… it’s better anyway… it’s way too cold out here to be wet… I don’t want you to get hypothermia.” Even though you were still blushing, you smiled at your friend. Thankful that they couldn’t feel your emotions, since that was one of the hottest things you had ever seen in your life.

Mic smiled at you shyly, obviously still feeling some shame for what he did, but all it took was for your smile and reassurance to make him feel a little better. “Hey thanks [Y/N]! You’re so sweet…” He couldn’t help but admire you a little bit, this is why he liked you so much. You were just so kind and understanding, especially now that you pretty much forgave him for pissing in front of you so shamelessly.

Meanwhile, Aizawa glared a little bit at how kind you were being towards Mic as he felt jealousy beginning to stir, but that wasn’t all he was feeling. Mic’s little show just reminded him of how much he was regretting all those coffees, now that he was feeling the urge to piss, there was nothing he could do to ignore it now. He sighed a bit shakily, having to sit it out and just hold it until the next morning. He’s had to hold it for periods much longer than this, he was confident that he could wait that long.

“Shouta?” You were hesitant to ask, but you couldn’t deny what you were reading from the man.

“Yeah?” He felt like he shouldn’t have answered you once he saw the look of concern on your face.

“Are you all right? Do you have to go too?” There, you had asked it and for some reason you felt like you shouldn’t have asked that. Aizawa didn’t appear fazed, even though on the inside he was feeling the embarrassment starting to tighten as he shook his head in an attempt to deny it.

“No. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine… you can’t lie to me, you know that…” You tried to make your tone gentle as to not embarrass him, but it wasn’t working.

Aizawa grunted lightly in both annoyance and embarrassment, looking away from you and a surprised looking Mic. “It’s not an emergency, don’t worry about it.” He replied curtly, obviously not wanting to press on it because then it would just remind him even more about how it was becoming more and more of an emergency.

“Hey it’s no problem if you can’t hold it Eraser, I mean you saw what I just did, you can easily do the s-”. Mic cheerfully suggested in hopes to give the underground hero an option, but Aizawa quickly cut him off.

“No. I’m not going to resort to that. It’s beyond inappropriate to do such a thing like that in public, and [Y/N] is here. I’m not going to be rude like that.” He stated flatly, still not able to really look at you because this was getting more embarrassing now that you were aware of his need. If it were just him and Mic, he probably would have done the same and just piss off the side of the car and then threaten his friend to not tell a soul about it, but he couldn’t bear the thought of pissing with you there to hear or see him do such a thing. Aizawa wasn’t shy, but he was almost worried that even if he did get that desperate that he would suddenly lock up if he tried, because his pride wouldn’t let him disgrace himself by pissing in front of you as his cheeks burned at the mortifying thought. He wasn’t like Mic, he wasn’t shameless like that.

“Aww but [Y/N] won’t judge or anything.” Mic, taking pity on his friend, tried to reassure him since it was true. Although, just imagining Aizawa getting desperate enough to actually urinate in your presence sent another tremor down your back as you blushed bright red at the thought. That was something you actually wouldn’t mind seeing. You kind of wanted to see that in fact.

“Y-Yeah… it’s not rude when it’s an emergency… and I wouldn’t ever judge a friend for that… if you can’t wait Shouta, you really should just”. You gently said, but Aizawa shook his head stubbornly, hating the flush that was warming his face and neck. Ironic how it was his only source of heat, but all it did was indicate his embarrassment. He hated it.

“I said no. I’ll be fine. I already told you, it’s not that bad.” He muttered, using a colder, surlier tone that made you cringe a little bit as you decided to shut up about it. It hurt, but based on what you were reading from him, he just didn’t want to embarrass himself. So you put your worry aside, and just left him be, as did Mic, whom knew that Aizawa didn’t want to press on it anymore.

However, after a couple of moments of uncomfortable silence, you shakily sighed, “Well… this is awkward… Of all the things to happen to us… I never saw this one coming… I mean people have gotten stuck on Ferris Wheels before but… yeah I really didn’t expect this to happen…” You admitted, since you DID want some alone time with Shouta, and you were more than happy to have Hizashi with you too, but not like this. Not with the three of you stuck up here with the temperature gradually getting lower.

“None of us did! But it’s not your fault at all. I blame the jerk who left us up here.” Mic patted you on the back, despite being trapped up here with you and Aizawa, he didn’t mind. Well, not after peeing he didn’t, now that he felt better and relieved, he was much less fussy and agitated. Whereas, Aizawa was feeling irritated, but mostly with himself. He wasn’t in the mood to talk, but since you and Mic were discussing something else, he thought that it could help him try to delay his emergency if he got distracted enough.

“That’s right. You aren’t to blame at all for this [Y/N]. Truth be told, it could be worse for us.” Aizawa somewhat expressed a bit of optimism, something he wasn’t known for.

“True! We could be stuck up here without each other to keep company.” You quickly said, smiling at the men whom both turned to look at you in near-unison, both blushing, although Mic’s was more apparent as Aizawa subtly hid his reddening cheeks under his scarf. And you grinned when you saw them both give you a smile of agreement. They agreed with that sentiment, since they did enjoy spending time with each other, and it was a little disheartening to know that this was one of the few times they would actually be together until work started. Then it came to the realization that they needed to try and make more time for each other.

During the sentimental moment, Aizawa was thankfully distracted until a sudden wave of desperation crashed over him and it felt like his bladder suddenly hit him again, causing him to cringe and groan quietly as he pressed his legs together as tightly as he could and crossing an ankle over the other. For a moment there he looked worried as he stared at his feet with slightly furrowed brows at just how badly he realized he had to go now. His lower abdomen felt so full he felt it beginning to swell and distend his stomach a little bit. And he shuddered a little bit as he shifted lightly in his seat which made you and Mic turn to face him, sharing a worried glance before you both looked at your friend.

“Shouta…” You didn’t hide your worry, and that just served to embarrass Aizawa more.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m fine.” He claimed, even though his tense sitting position and trembling legs were a dead give-away to his immense discomfort.

“Dude c’mon, just piss off the side already. We’re not going to-.” Mic wasn’t joking around this time, he really did want to help his friend, but Aizawa wasn’t having it.

“That’s enough Mic. It’s cold and I reacted to it. Stop talking about it now.” He more or less demanded, crossing one leg over the other as he tried to hide his blushing face under his scarf, avoiding yours and Mic’s gaze. It wasn’t necessarily painful, but it was getting there and the way he was sitting wasn’t comfortable at all. Combined with the cold and the fact that you and Mic were aware of his situation, it just made everything so much worse.

Mic sighed, “Fine, fine… don’t say I didn’t offer you anything.” He pouted a bit. Aizawa could be so stubborn sometimes.

“Okay… well…” You blushed from secondhand embarrassment with how close you were to Aizawa. He was always so closed-off, but right now with his emergency you sensed a little more of his emotions and could read him more clearly since he was flustered for a change. He felt embarrassed, almost humiliated and also worried. There was something very endearing about this side of Aizawa, he was still the same, but he looked just a little bit cuter with the way he was trying to hide his flustered demeanor and flushed cheeks.

However, you didn’t want to look like you were enjoying his discomfort, so you decided to keep talking. “I saw this in a movie once ya know? The remake of the Vacation?” You giggled a bit, “They went through hell… just to get stuck on the rollercoaster.” Letting out a laugh, hoping that would distract Aizawa from his urge, and Mic from the boredom of being stuck up here.

“Oh! I remember!” Mic, thankfully was energetic enough to reply to you, and he laughed with you as the two of you struck up a conversation. Aizawa couldn’t help but feel a little grateful, since it allowed him to talk to you and Mic, or at the very least, playfully tease you both about your tastes in movies and music as the conversation eventually became about Aizawa and Mic’s students.

Aizawa sighed in annoyance when he discussed how his students Midoriya and Bakugou often served as the ‘exciting’ part of his classes, but by exciting he meant constant fights and testing his patience 24/7. He also mentioned how All-Might’s presence was a little bit annoying since the students were often much more excited whenever he was teaching and giving a strange lesson.

The conversation went on for a couple of minutes which left you and Mic laughing together with an amused Aizawa. Although, because his urge to piss wasn’t getting any better, he had to discreetly hold himself whenever you and Mic weren’t looking because it was getting worse by the moment. And he remembered your quirk, you could read everything he was feeling, so he just kept on denying his pain and discomfort no matter how much he knew that you knew he was suffering.

He was sure an hour had to have passed, but you and Mic didn’t really stop talking, at least until the bitter wind picked up and it made all three of you shiver and shudder as you hugged your arms in an attempt to keep yourself warm.

“T-This f-f-fuh-fricking wind is… c-cutting through m-m-my jacket…!!” Mic shivered rather badly, stuttering as his teeth audibly chattered with the dramatic drop in temperature, crossing his leg over the other since his underwear and the front of his pants were still damp, which made him very cold.

“M-Mine too… m-my gloves… aren’t w-working… I-I don’t even k-know if I can… f-feel my… f-f-fingers…” You managed to stutter out even though this freezing wind was becoming somewhat unbearable as you tried not to shudder, but the wind was hitting your face, ears and nose and the defenses of your normally worn jacket weren’t helping.

Aizawa was shuddering regardless of the cold, but he was worse off because it just made him want to piss even more as his entire body began trembling even though he tried to keep his legs tightly crossed and involuntarily curled into himself when he swore he was about to leak.

‘No. I am not going to piss myself like a child with these two so close… especially not [Y/N]. I can’t… I just can’t… I refuse…’

He thought to himself, even though his worry was slowly turning into fear because there was no way out of this situation until the next morning. And Aizawa wasn’t sure if he would even be able to wait until then because of this incredibly unfavorable circumstance. He was trapped, up at 165 feet in the air with below freezing temperature piercing through his scarf and black clothing and making his skin cold and he was absolutely, positively dying for a piss.

“T-The…” He tried his hardest to not shiver even though it was very hard now, “The weatherman… s-said it’s supposed to… b-below freezing… t-tonight…” Aizawa finished his sentence, which made a lot more sense to you and Mic even though it wasn’t looking good for neither of you. “It has to be… a-at least… under 30 degrees…” He guessed based on how frigid the air was and how relentlessly it was hitting you, him and Mic.

“That’s not good! How are w-we… s-supposed to sleep…?! I need t-to be warm… t-to sleep!!” Mic exclaimed, hugging his arms like you had done even though it wasn’t helping him keep warm.

“N-Not just that… h-hypothermia is… possible w-with this weather… b-but we m-might… able to… k-keep warm if…” You trembled, barely able to talk with how much your teeth chattered, “w-we s-share each other’s body heat… w-we have to… huddle together…” That thought alone made you blush quite a bit, but it helped in warming your partially frozen face as Aizawa and Mic’s eyes slightly widened at that, but Mic didn’t hesitate at all and quickly he scooted right next to you and pressed himself against your body. Allowing you to feel how badly he was trembling as the two of you shivered. 

“I-I’m down with that! That’s… t-the best way to stay warm!” He tried to sound cheerful, even with the tremor in his voice. Aizawa on the other hand, looked reluctant because he was practically bursting. One wrong move, and he just might lose it, with you so close too. Just imagining that filled him with a shame that he had never felt before as he shut his eyes and trembled in his seat. However, he opened them briefly once he heard how much you were shivering and seeing how bad you and Mic trembled and huddled together as the loud hero put his arms around you as you leaned into him, desperate for his warmth.

Aizawa couldn’t let you or Mic suffer like that, even if he himself was suffering for a different reason. And admittedly, he was getting jealous with how close you and Mic were getting. He made sure to keep his legs crossed, before letting out a shaky sigh, “[Y/N]. Mic. Move closer to me.” He suddenly told you both, because he wasn’t so sure he could even move that much. But you and Mic gladly complied as you carefully closed in to Aizawa, making sure to not add any pressure to him since you knew he still really had to pee. Mic stood very close to you, keeping his arms around you.

“S-Shouta… it’s just… s-so g-goddamn cold…” You didn’t mean to swear, but you couldn’t help it. The icy-cold air was making you feel like you were going to freeze to death, and it was worse to see poor Aizawa and Mic suffering the same thing, especially them.

“I know…” Aizawa made sure to sound calm, even though the cold was getting to him too. However, despite how urgent his need had become, he carefully put his arm around you so that way you were pressed against him, and Mic made sure to do the same as the two pro-heroes kept you sandwiched in between them so you could stay warm. You blushed heavily as you couldn’t help but smile at how caring your friends were, and you wanted them to stay warm too, so you brought your arms out and put them around their shoulders, pulling them in ever so slightly so the three of you were completely huddled together.

This would have been nice because the beautiful, bright lights provided by the city made a very lovely view for all of you, but the cold weather was the thing that was kind of killing it.

“T-This is… a little bit better!” Mic stated, and you and Aizawa actually agreed with him. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it did keep you all a little bit warmer now that you were all sharing body heat. And the three of you knew that you were probably going to have to stay like this for a while since it was the dead of night, and it wasn’t dawn yet.

It was going to be a long night.

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Omovember Day 2: Desperate at Night

ShinKami / Omorashi / AO3, if preferred 

Kaminari wakes up to a pulsing in his bladder and groans. It’s his own fault for doing a hold so close to bedtime, but Shinsou had been called into work unexpectedly and Kaminari can never get the angles right on his own. He’d had to wait until Shinsou came back from helping his dads out at the cafe, and by then it’d been nearing seven o’clock.

He picks his phone up and groans again when he sees it’s only four in the morning. He’d much rather curl back with Shinsou, and turns back around to do just that.

It’s not entirely unusual for Kaminari to be woken up by his bladder at ungodly hours of the night. He’s never been the best at remembering to pee before bed, but usually he can cross his legs and go back to sleep.

He tries doing just that, crossing his legs at the thigh and tucking one of his feet behind the opposite calf.

It works for a moment. The urgent signals his bladder had been sending quiet as he stills, leaning his face against Shinsou’s neck and sucking up his body heat. He mourns his ability to curl up against Shinsou’s side, but he knows it’s probably for the best that he doesn’t squish his bladder by doing so.

It doesn’t take that long for him to fall back asleep. His dreams are a plethora of pee dreams, passing by images of a relief his waking body needs but only his dreaming one gets.

Kaminari dreams that he wets himself on a public bus, though it’s empty when he looks up. The stream keeps going until it spills over onto the floor and splatters against it, ringing out loudly in the otherwise silent space. There seems to be an unending amount of liquid stored up inside him. No matter how much he expels, it never brings a hint of relief with it.

Suddenly, he looks down and it’s no longer a bus seat underneath him but a port-a-potty. He grimaces, but his bladder gives an unhelpful pulse as he stares at it. Resigning to his fate, he pushes his pants down and awkwardly bends forward to hover. Just like the bus, even though the stream starts and pushes out of him like someone turned a bathtub faucet on, none of it brings relief.

The scenery shifts again, and it’s a bathroom he immediately recognizes. It’s the one at Aizawa and Hizashi’s cafe, the one Shinsou had just gotten back from working at. He spots the stupid kitty posters lining the wall that Shinsou had picked out as a child.

Hizashi had told Kaminari about it, how they’d foreseen issues and a lot of bumps in the road that are understandable when raising a child with Shinsou’s background. Yet somehow, they’d never seen potty training on the list of things that Shinsou would be behind in, and had to get all kinds of things that would calm him down enough to let him go.

It wasn’t even fun to make fun of Shinsou for it, because he takes everything in stride. He just shrugged at the stories and agreed with them quietly.

Kaminari knows this bathroom and he feels safe in it, so surely he’ll be able to go now, right? He once again yanks his pants down with urgency of a pregnant woman with three babies using her bladder as a trampoline, and sits down just as quickly.

He waits, but this time a stream doesn’t even come. The other instances of bathroom breaks hadn’t been relieving, but at least there’d been something. The worst part is, he can feel his muscles relaxing to let it out, but it still won’t come. Some internal thing that’s clogging up all the liquid inside him.

Frustrated, Kaminari lets out a quiet sob as he pushes down on his muscles, willing that blockage to go away. It takes a minute, but it finally does and he can feel the stream start for real.

Which is exactly when he wakes up and his eyes fling open. He doesn’t have time to assess the damage before he squeezes his muscles, stopping the stream - thankfully a small trickle thanks to his potty training and his brain realizing that this isn’t a proper place to relieve himself - and ripping off the blankets to run to the bathroom. He barely has enough brain power to grab his phone before he takes off running.

He uses the hand that isn’t holding the phone to help himself hold as he makes a dash for their upstairs bathroom. Kaminari is in too much of a rush to take Shinsou into consideration, slamming the door shut behind him. His bladder spasms at the sight of the toilet, and he squeezes his eyes shut and dances in place to keep himself in control.

He uses what little control he has left to step into the bathtub, and he throws his phone onto a soap bar. It’s not the best angle, but it’s all he has to work with right now and Shinsou can fix it later.

He barely has time to press record before some liquid slips past his muscles and fingers, sliding down his thigh without his consent. Kaminari whimpers pitifully and bends forward at the waist as he makes a show of grabbing himself. Panting with the effort, Kaminari does his best to put on a few seconds of a desperate show before he knows he’s been beat.

Some of the liquid gushes out of him, and Kaminari gasps.

“No, no, no,” he whines quietly, as it all slips past his fingers.

He moans and sobs at the relief, finally getting that feeling that his dreams robbed him of. His boxers stick to his thighs, and spill the liquid past its fabric in unashamed patterns as Kaminari empties himself on the shower floor.

“ God , does it feel good,” he moans, senses coming back to him.

He spreads his legs and pushes on his bladder with his hand, and down with his muscles to get the last of the stream out. He groans in relief as his bladder spasms around nothing.

He lets out a few, admittedly overdramatic, huffs of relief before leaning forward and turning the camera off.

He’s in the process of peeling his wet clothes away from his thigh as he hears Shinsou call through the door, “Are you done? I have towels for you, and a plastic bag to put your underwear in.”

“I love you,” Kaminari says, instead of answering.

He hears Shinsou’s laughter from the other side of the door, and considers it a win. Kaminari starts the shower, and Shinsou sneaks in to take his wet clothes and leave him new ones.

“I love you, too,” Shinsou says, from the other side of the shower curtain. “Even if you nearly pissed our bed tonight.”

Kaminari feels his cheek heat up under his hand as he washes his face.

“But I didn’t!” he says, and then, meeker, “Did I?”

“No, but from the wet spot on the floor, I’m guessing it was quite the close call.”

Kaminari, wisely, decides not to grace that with a response.

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