#omofic

[reetheking]

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

[peach-juice-omo]

thinking about na/nami ke/nto having to hold it..... maybe hes taking the train home while he was still working his desk job, and he forgot to go before leaving the office. hes getting more and more desperate as the journey goes on and the vibrations and bumps of the train jostling his bladder isnt helping. hes leaking the whole walk back from the station, getting harder and harder with every wave of desperation. he just about gets home and is frantically fumbling trying to undo his belt without putting more pressure on his bladder but its too late. barely a step into his bathroom and he loses control, sinking to his knees. its so embarrassing that a man like him cant control his own bladder, but it feels so good. by this point hes so turned on he just decides to finish off where hes sat. his work clothes will need a wash after that anyway, might as well release some other stress ;)

#omorashi #that was a longer post than i meant originally!! #i just havr so many thoughts about him #male omorashi #omofic

[twinkleomorashi]

literally just piss smut. Preston is tied up and beyond desperate but will only be untied when she makes her girlfriend cum. Completely doable probably, she's just really trying to not ruin Dylan's mattress before that happens.

More n//s/fw than my usual stuff but like, sue me.

#omorashi #omofic

[capt-spacebussy]

Wrote my first pissfic tonight in one sitting literally for only one reason (there wasnt one of these guys) and my partner and I were a bit disappointed. Life is good👑

#its. not the best of all time and it is not going on my Ao3 i dont think but hey its something! #omoment #suggestive #omofic #typing gary instead of gumball gives me psychic damagw

[omomygods]

Oops, I wrote omofic, with OCs. Double oops, I may use these two again.

He giggled, little bubbles of laughter escaping him every few seconds, in between little half-caught moans of sheepish relief.

There was no getting around it: he'd begun to wet himself where he sat, right there at his best friend's kitchen table, seated in front of their lunchtime charcuterie board and double strength iced tea—a call that he wasn't sure he regretted or not. The more he tried to hold back the flow of urine, the harder it became, until he was steadily wetting slowly at the table.

"I—haah—I guess I didn't have nearly as much time as I thought I did," he said, squirming a bit in his seat.

"Are you sure you're ok, Sy?" the other young man asked. "What's wrong?"

"I was supposed to ask you where the other bathroom was...like, 20 seconds ago," Sy admitted. "I thought I could let you finish your story first."

"What do you mean..."

The question hit the air softly, a question asked curiously but gently. It was a question that was answered fairly quickly as the sound of liquid hitting the ground acted like a trigger, pulling a wince out of Sy as a sudden gush left his body, pooling on the seat beneath him.

"I'm not going to make it, Val," Sy said. "I mean technically I already didn't, but if I get up it's, it's going to be an even worse mess."

"Well, at the very least, don't hurt yourself," Val admonished. "You did this on the road trip and it messed you up for days."

"What are ya saying, Val?" Sy asked, no longer shifting around as the act officially had started making things worse rather than making them better.

"I'm saying go."

"Get up? I don't know if I can..."

"I'm not saying get up. I'm saying go."

Comprehension dawned on Sy suddenly. "Like as in—"

"Pee." Val made a sweeping welcoming gesture.

Sy did a double take. "Val, I can't just pee in your kitchen!"

Val tilted his head. "I mean technically, you've already peed in my kitchen..."

"Vaaaal..." Usually Sy didn't get whiny and pleading with his best friend, but what Val was asking of him was just...!

Val looked at Sy, seeing his dual discomforts. "...I get it, you're still embarrassed about this. It happens. It's okay."

"But—"

Val left his seat, coming around to Sy's side of the table. "I know how I can help you. I don't want to leave you alone like this, and I've needed to go for way too long. So I figure, I'm just going to relax, right here next to you."

"What does that even mean..."

Sy looked in surprise as Val's black denim suddenly became incredibly shiny in front, the change in appearance spreading quickly as a hissing noise became audible.

"Are you—"

A puddle began to form where Val stood and Sy sat, growing slowly with each noisy drip hitting the linoleum.

"Relax," Val repeated, his own posture growing more slack as his bladder emptied.

Sy's eyes widened, and he realized belatedly that he hadn't been holding as well as he had thought—the front of his jeans was saturated, rivulets of urine dripping off the front of the chair. Realization brought with it a full release, with the torrent that he had been fighting coming out of him at last. His body ceased its attempt to stay the flow, and Sy gave himself over to his grateful bladder.

By the time the both of them were empty, there was a huge puddle on the floor.

"I guess next time we swap stories, we should go to the bathroom first," Sy said, looking down at the highly reflective straw-colored puddle on the floor.

"You should get out of those and rinse off," Val said gently. "I'll find us both something dry, and I'll get the pad from the road trip out of the car after I clean this up. I'll take care of everything."

"...thanks for not making a big deal out of this," Sy said.

"Hey, if I freaked out over a little pee, I would be a rotten friend."

#omorashi #fictomo #male desperation #male wetting #omocute #OmoMG's writing

[twinkleofourown]

I feel such a sense of rivalry with the other summer camp omofic on ao3. It would be an actual rivalry if I wrote mlm because then I’d have infinitely more readers and stand a chance in terms of numbers. Everyone wants the gay boys. Yaoi based society. What about yuri rights?

#this is not hate btw #i just think it’s so funny that there are two semi popular multi chapter summer camp piss epics #crossover when #me referring to my writing as yuri is also a joke #the day I write about men is the day I die tho

[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

[1160mortgage]

How we went From FOMO to OMOF in the Housing Market in 2023

[poljournal]

Bummi Williams:  

Matka Carole 

Nigeryjka 

Chce żeby Carole wyszła za Nigeryjczyka  

Sprzątaczka  

Moses (ojciec) 

Iyatunde (matka) 

Pracowała jako służąca u ciotki Ekio 

Ukończyła studia matematyczne 

Augustine Williams (mąż, doktor nauk ekonomicznych, w Anglii pracował jako taksówkarz) 

Nie wierzy (chodzi do kościoła) 

Założyła firmę sprzątającą (biskup Obi) 

Omofe (przyjaciółka, pracowniczka, kochanka) 

Kofi (mąż, Ghańczyk) 

[diyopup]

Francis and Tucker: Desperate CEO

Francis was in a bit of a bind. 

Earlier in the day, he had barely noticed his need to piss. Glass after glass of water had passed through his hands, as he worked tirelessly - sorting through emails, leading marketing sessions, doing other odds and ends for his job, as the CEO of AquaCycle, one of the companies that pioneered the cities first low impact water based cycling class. Of course, that meant he was surrounded by the sounds of splashing water each and every day. Whether that meant sitting in on classes, watching and approving promotional videos, or simply passing through the lobby, Francis was constantly exposed to splashing, flowing, trickling water. 

Today of all days, of course, he was acutely aware of just how loud the water was, as he shuffled frantically down the hallway to the elevators that would lead him to the lobby. The need to go had made itself aware just as soon as he had stood up to leave for the day, and now, as he hurried along, it was steadily growing worse. After all, he hadn't had the chance to go at all. Meeting after meeting, each droning on for eternity, had caused him to simply be too busy to even pay any mind to his bladder.

And of course, today, he got out late. Which meant that he hadn't had time to stop to piss before his driver got there. Francis was not a man who appreciated being held up, and so he was sure to uphold that with the people who provided their services to him as well. As he climbed into the back of the car, he fought back the urge to moan - his bladder had convulsed with the movement. 

“Good evening, sir. Just back home?” The driver asked cheerfully, as he was blissfully unaware of how badly his passenger needed the toilet. 

“Yes, thank you very much.” Francis said through gritted teeth, hoping he didn't sound annoyed. In reality, he was very, very annoyed, but only with himself for getting into this situation in the first place.  Each bump they hit, each sudden stop, was torturous. He was just thankful that he was able to hold his crotch as much as he needed in the backseat. 

Thankfully, the ride back to his apartment building was quick. He tipped the driver, then scrambled from the car to the entrance. Each moment was crucial, in his mind, to making it to the toilet. His shaking hands could barely push the door open as he was buzzed in. Once again, his bladder convulsed - and then, to his horror, a spurt flew from him and into his boxers. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” He whispered to himself, leaving dignity behind as he ran to the elevator, rushing inside and pressing the button to get to the top floor desperately. Every second he was faced with the building pressure in his bladder, no longer a throb, but a heat that felt nearly unbearable. When he finally reached his floor, he had to shuffle once again at a slow pace to hold it all in. He could see salvation soon, he was so close. Just a few more steps. Except he wasn't anticipating that he wouldn't be able to remove his hands from his crotch.

Francis was frozen in place in front of his apartment door, unable to move his hands in fear he would soak the floor and his own pants in the process. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes as he stared at the wood in front of him, wishing he could will it open with his mind. He whimpered loudly, shifting from foot to foot in an effort to alleviate the pressure. 

Then, his luck seemed to turn. The door opened and in front of him stood his boyfriend, Tucker. 

Tucker was shocked to see his usually stoic boyfriend in such a precarious state. His eyes drank up the sight: Francis’ body, contorted like a pretzel, hands shoved between his legs as he potty-danced in front of the door. 

“Oh? Does puppy need to go potty?” He asked coyly, as he pulled his whimpering boyfriend inside. 

“Yes, yes, I need to go! Ive had to go since this morning and I just couldnt, and now it hurts and I feel like im going to burst!” Francis cried out, stamping his foot in emphasis. 

Tucker could see how desperate his poor puppy was, and decided to at least be merciful on him - this time. “Well, okay. Do you think you can make it to the toilet?” He asked softly. When he received no response from Francis, he realized that he was simply too full to even focus on words. Looking around, he tried to find a container that could hold the waters of his large bladdered boyfriend. After a moment, his eyes landed on the large vase beside the door that they used to hold umbrellas. “Okay, puppy. You’re going to pee in this vase.” He gestured to it. 

“Cant… Cant.” Francis sobbed. “Cant move…” 

Tuckers eyes widened as his lover cried out. He wondered just how busy Francis had been to let it get to this point. “Oh, my puppy, let me help.” He cooed, standing behind him. “Im going to move your hands away, puppy. You have to hold it for just one second while I unbutton your pants and pull you out.” He cooed. 

“Cant hold it…” Came another cry from Francis. 

“Yes, you can. Im going to help.” Tucker reassured him, as he pried his lovers hands away. He carefully unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his already dripping member and aiming it at the vase. He looked away to give him privacy, but, slowly realized that he heard no splattering sounds. “Francis? Whats the…” His eyes drifted to his lovers face, which was contorted in agony. 

“Cant pee in front of you…” He wailed, his body fighting itself. 

“Oh, puppy… Come on, now. Its alright.” He used his other hand to massage the bulge that protruded from his bladder. Then, in one swift motion, he pushed down hard. The sounds that erupted from Francis’ mouth were practically guttural, a fountain of piss erupted from him. Tucker watched as his lover became undone, crying from relief and embarrassment. Two long minutes and a shake later, he was soothing him back onto the couch. 

“Sorry…” Francis cried softly, unable to look Tucker in the eyes. 

“It’s alright, puppy. It was just an accident.” He cooed, hugging him tightly. “You’re going to be alright. Just lay down and let me take care of you.” He ran a hand over his cheek, wiping his tears away. “My good, sweet puppy.” 

#omofic #male omorashi #pet play elements #desperate puppy #I hope you guys like this I worked hard on it! #omorashi #omocute

[homo-rashi]

meet Spencer! 

my OC from my fic Summer Camp! 

#fictomo #omo #aot omorashi #omofic #oc #omoart #fan

[twinkleomorashi]

any time there's a problem with my plumbing or i come across an out of order restroom in public i'm like "ok which one of you kinky fucks is writing this omo fic right now"

Fr!! We are all just pawns in the omofic of life

[flobro]

Omovember 2020

Day One - In a Vehicle

Kageyama x Reader

Kageyama’s PoV 

Could i get any stupider?

In the rush of Hinata, Y/n and I finishing our tests, scrambling into Tanaks sisters car and setting off immediately for Tokyo I hadnt had time to pee.

Hinata was sat in the front passenger seat as Y/n and I were in the back of the car.

To make matters even worse, i had a huge crush on Y/n and the nerves of sitting next to her were bugging my bladder even more.

I tried to keep my breathing steady because i knew that if i panicked things would only get even worse for my nerves.

I wasnt too desperate yet but the need was still there. We had only been driving for about ten minuets so i definitely couldnt ask how much longer we had to drive yet otherwise everyone would definitely know something was wrong with me.

I crossed my legs which seemed to ease the pressure a little bit and made everything a bit more bearable and i tried to focus my mind on anything but my need to pee.

I jumped slightly as Y/n tapped my shoulder five minuets later and i felt my bladder twinge slightly, making me squeeze my thighs together as descretely as i could.

‘Whats up?’ I asked Y/n, who sent me a stunning smile.

‘You look bored, you wanna listen to some music with me?’ She asked, holding out one of her earbuds to me.

I nodded and shakily grabbed the headphone, ‘Yeah, thanks.’

She just nodded, ‘No problem!’

We had to shuffle slightly closer to eachother so that the earphones could reach to both of our ears and i couldnt help but notice how my seatbelt uncomfortablely pressed down onto my bladder, making my desperation go from a 4/10 to a 7/10.

Hinata and Saeko (Tanakas sister) were chatting happily about volleyball and the tiny giant in the front seats and i was glad that they werent focused on me because then i would feel even more pressured.

Another fifteen minuets had passed and I had tried my best to get lost in Y/n’s music but now my bladder was almost at its maximum capacity and i was beginning to shuffle around a bit, squeezing my thighs together as tight as possible.

Y/n looked at me and yanked the headphone wire, making them fall out of both of our ears.

Y/n went closer to my ear and whispered, ‘Hey, are you okay? You seem uncomfortable?’

My body shivered at the feeling of her breath on my skin and it relaxed my body for a second, making a bit of urine leak out of me.

I gasped and crammed my hands onto my crotch, tensing my body up again, stopping the flow as fast as i possibly could.

Y/n’s eyes widened in realisation and i blushed a deep red, hiding my face away from her, waiting for her to tell me how disgusting and gross i am.

But she didnt...

Instead, she placed a hand comfortingly on my shoulder, her touch making my heart rate speed up even more.

‘Is there anything i can do to help you?’ She whispered to me once again, continuing to keep her voice low so Saeko and Hinata wouldnt ask questions.

I shook my head and tried to calm myself down. There was no way in hell that i was gonna show myself up in front of the girl i like by acting like a four year old.

‘N-no,’ I said, trying to act as calm as possible, ‘Im f-fine dont worry.’

She didnt look like she believed me so i slowly removed my hands from between my legs to try and prove that i wasnt as desperate as it seemed.

Bad idea.

As soon as i took my hands away, another bit of urine left me and i gasped once again, putting my hands back onto my crotch.

This time the flow was harder to control and i knew that there was a 99% chance that there would be a wet patch on my shorts.

Saeko and Hinata must have heard me gasp because their conversation stopped abruptly.

‘You okay back there?’ Sakeo asked and i felt my throat dry up.

Hinata began to turn around to look at us and Y/n and I both panicked, knowing he would see my obvious state of desperation.

Y/n suddenly unclipped her seatbelt and laid accross my lap gently, covering up my crossed legs and hiding my odd hand placement.

Her arm momentarily dug into my stomach, pressing on my overfilled bladder, forcing a two second stream of urine out of me which i painfully cut off, knowing that my boxers were almost fully soaked now.

‘How come your laid down, Y/n?’ Hinata asked her and she sighed.

‘I just feel a bit car sick,’ She said, ‘Do you know how long it will be until we get to Tokyo?’

*Slick* I thought to myself. She had somehow managed to cover up the fact i was about to pee myself AND had a good reason to ask how long it would take until we would arrive.

Hinata frowned, ‘Oh thats not good, i hope you feel better soon!’ and turned back around to look out of the front window.

‘We will arrive in half an hour but were gonna be on this stretch of road for another twenty minuets and wont see another place to stop for a while.’ Saeko said, sounding worried about Y/n.

Y/n frowned at me and sat up again, ‘Okay dont worry, im feeling a bit better after lying down but when we come across a place to stop it would be nice to be stationary for a while.’

Saeko chuckled slightly, ‘Okie dokie! Ill keep that in mind for you!’

Y/n mustve seen the tears in my eyes and my expression showing that i had completely lost hope as she placed an arm around my shoulders, hugging my side for a second before whispering, ‘Sorry i couldnt help you much. Dont stress out, we’ll find a stop for you. You’ll be okay.’

I got butterflies in my stomach from her touch but i ignored them, not wanting to focus on anything else other than holding myself in.

Y/n clipped herself back into her seat and I decided that i would have to speak up. Y/n already knew and Saeko wouldnt make fun of me. Surely i could just scare Hinata into keeping his mouth shut too.

‘C-can you drive a-any faster?’ I shakily asked, panic evident in my voice, ‘I r-really need t-the bathroom.’

Saeko immediately sped the car up, ‘Ill drive as fast as i can. We’ll reach a stop in about fifteen minuets. Can you last?’

I felt a single tear roll down my cheek, feeling pathetic and stupid, ‘I... I d-dont know!’

‘Its usually me who need to pee.’ Hinata said from his seat, making me bubble with anger.

‘S-shut up idiot! This i-isnt funny!’ I growled at him, unable to make my voice any louder.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, putting all my energy into keeping my muscles tensed as much as i possibly could.

My eyes widened as my body began to relax itsself against my will.

‘No... NO.. NO!’ I panicked, ‘YOU N-NEED TO PULL THE C-CAR OVER!’

Saeko quickly turned the wheel and brought the car to the side of the road and i unclipped my seatbelt, threw the door open, and scrambled out of the car.

As soon as i got out i immediately crumbled onto the floor, my legs giving out underneath me as my lap began to feel warm.

Wow. I had really gone and done it hadnt i? I pissed myself in front of my senpais sister, annoying volleyball partner AND my crush. Could it have been any worse?

My shorts were completely soaked and a puddle had began to grow around me. I couldnt even bring myself to try and stop it because my body felt so weak.

No amount of embarassment would ever compare to what i was feeling in that moment. I didnt even want to begin to imagine what Saeko, Hinata and Y/n were thinking of me.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and i kept my head down so no one would be able to see my face.

It took at least a minute for my bladder to fully empty. I felt so pathetic and dumb but there was nothing i could do other than just sit there and wait for myself to be finished.

A pair of shoes came into my line of vision and i looked up slowly to see Y/n with her hand stretched out to me, offering to help me up.

I looked away from her quickly, my voice barely above a whisper, ‘You s-shouldnt touch m-me. Im a-all gross. Even m-my hands.’

She crouched down and placed a hand on my cheek, wiping away one of my tears and making me look up at her, my face even redder.

‘I dont care. Dont stress about it okay? Its a human need. There wasnt anything you could do to avoid it.’ She said in a calm and genuine voice.

I nodded and she grabbed my slightly damp hand. I glanced at her face and she want even slightly disgusted.

I stood up and Y/n kept her hand laced with mine.

We got back into the car, I was sat on a towel. Saeko said that she didnt mind and strangely Hinata hadnt even mentioned it which i was thankful for. Although everyone was being very calm and unaffected by it, i still felt mortified. 

Y/n suddenly lent over to me to whisper in my ear one last time, ‘Dont worry about it so much. Ill always have a crush on you.’

My face reddened as i looked at her, ‘I h-have a c-crush on you too.’ 

Y/n giggled, ‘I guess that makes me your girlfriend then.’

~~~~~~~~~~

hey guys !!

this was my first time writing an omofic so i hope you liked it !!!

~ flobro 

#animeomo #omorashi #kageyamaomo #haikyuuomo #kageyamaxreader #haikyuuxreader #haikyuuxreaderomo #y/n #hinatashoyo #kageyamatobio #fanfiction #omofic #omorashifanfiction #pee #fictomo #theres not enough haikyuu x reader omo #PLEASE MAKE MORE HAIKYUU X READER OMO #omovember

[wetumbrellaz]

maybe I should try writing omofic while desperate.. anyone got any ideas??

#ess speaks #omofic #omo

[floodingyourdmswithpee]

HEY GUYS

I got my ao3 account guess what that means Omo on main https://archiveofourown.org/works/34889422 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34889647

#omocute #omoclean #pissgrounds #Omorashi #omofic lol

[random-fandomstuff69]

Here’s a Bench trio sickfic

So Tubbo woke up feeling like sh*t  but he still had stuff to do today so he couldn’t be sick so he quickly drank a healing potion knowing it was going to make him nauseous later... (TWO HOURS LATER) Tubbo was talking with Tommy and Ranboo starting to feel the side effects of drinking that healing potion sink in. So he didn’t really talk that much while Tommy rambled on about something? He didn’t even know what Tommy was saying at this point. and then he started to feel very dizzy... and everything went black. He fainted...               (1 HOUR LATER)  Tubbo woke up and saw Ranboo smiling at him while holding a wet rag on Tubbo’s forehead and Tommy put some soup on the table in front of Tubbo that actually looked and smelled pretty good considering it was made by Tommy  “T-tommy?” Tubbo says while cringing at how bad his voice sounds  Tommy turns to Tubbo slowly and says “Yeah what is it Bee Boy?”  “What happened????” Tubbo asks with a confused tone and before anyone could answer Tubbo has a stream of vomit come out his mouth and it lands on the floor and Tommy’s shoes and after he’s done throwing up he starts crying and says this while whimpering “I-I'm so sorry!” now sobbing  “Woah woah hey it’s okay you didn’t mean to right?” Ranboo says trying to comfort him and Tubbo just continues sobbing. Meanwhile Tommy is in the bathroom trying not to throw up himself from the smell while trying to clean the vomit off his shoes! Ranboo remembers that he has a empty bucket in his inventory and gives it to Tubbo just in case and also puts the soup Tommy made for Tubbo in the fridge for later. Finally Tommy comes out of the bathroom without his shoes on and just wearing socks on his feet and said                                                       “Wait whos taking care of Micheal?” Tommy asks very concerned for his nephew safety   “Don’t worry Phil is taking care of him right now!” Ranboo quickly says before Tubbo could panic about Micheal being home alone.               “Did we ever check if you had a fever?” Tommy asks not remembering                   “No we didn’t Tommy.” Ranboo says starting to actually get a migraine                 So after Ranboo said that Tommy put his and on Tubbo’s forehead and it was so hot it felt like you could cook on egg on his forehead! Then Ranboo starts to feel really nauseous so he asks “Hey can i have the bucket, QUICKLY!” while trying to gulp down vomit and then Tommy throws the bucket at him luckily it was clean and empty because Tubbo hadn’t thrown up yet in the bucket Ranboo then whispers this before throwing up "I guess... I guess I'm not feeling so well." then he immediately throws up! and it was kinda painful and he just wanted to lay on the couch. but Tubbo was on there already and didn’t want to kick him off the couch because he felt bad. “Whelp guess i’m the last person standing!” Tommy yells a little bit too loud for Ranboo and then he throws up again “OH…that probably wasn’t a good idea.” Tommy says quickly and then quiets down and tries to comfort Ranboo whiles he’s throwing up by saying things like “Shh it’s ok let it out Ranboo.” and “You’ll feel much better after this.”  and the worst part about this is that Ranboo  was throwing up out of his nose... (and before you are wondering “where is Tubbo?” Tubbo fell asleep before Ranboo threw up)              (AND THAT IS THE END OF PT1 I’LL DO PT2 SOON)

#tw fainting #tw nausea #tw vomit #tw game mechanics #lots of nicknames in this sickfic #Refrence to my philza omofic #we ignore canon here #dsmp sickfic