Omorashi-butch - Skye

Hey guys! I hate that I have to say this, but please remember that I'm a human. If your first interaction with me is sexting (no hi, no "my name is...", no warning), I don't consent. Not in a kinky CNC way, but in a "I fucking hate you, go die" way.

Most people I've interacted with on here are SO sweet, but every once in a while people are horrifying and disgusting. If you can't handle talking to human beings, use an ai bot or something idk

Most of y'all are lovely tho, just remember consent and etiquette. Mwah, much love! Drink water and keep yourselves safe with informed consent

This one?

This is truly my favorite omo video. I saw it many years ago and I absolutely love it. K don't think anything has ever compared imo

Https://www.xvideos.com/video.hbmfdpb35ad/heavy_delivery

Everyone wants a girl with 'Daddy issues' until they have to stop being Daddy and start being Dad.

Everyone wants a girl with 'Daddy issues' until you go non-verbal and shut down and they have to learn how to deal with that.

Everyone wants a girl with 'Daddy issues' until your anxiety shows and you can't leave the house without completely breaking down.

Everyone wants a girl with 'Daddy issues' until you shut down because their reply to your text seemed the slightest bit aggressive in tone.

Everyone wants a girl with 'Daddy issues' until you start overthinking and they have to reassure you that they're not going to leave multiple times a day.

Everyone wants a girl with 'Daddy issues' until they show the actual behavioural traits that are associated with said Daddy issues.

Everyone wants a girl with 'Daddy issues' until the fear of abandonment kicks in and the overthinking begins.

Everyone wants a girl with 'Daddy issues' until you want a break from s€x because it keeps triggering your trauma and making you feel so dirty under your skin.

Everyone wants a girl with 'Daddy issues' until Daddy issues mean more than just rough k!nky s€x and being clingy all of the time.

Everyone wants a girl with 'Daddy issues' until they don't have enough energy to hold a conversation with you.

Sometimes, we don't need Daddy.

We just need Dad.

omo tropes i absolutely adore:

humping to help hold. watching someone wiggle and whimper and moan while rubbing against their hand or a pillow (or my fav: a partner's leg) is enough to make anyone's mouth water. when someone is so close to an accident that they have to distract themselves with the enticing friction of something pressing on their parts? delicious.

peeing in bottles. for amabs, they have to try and aim their twitching cock into the hole while drops leak out of the tip. for afabs, they have to line up their pee hole with the bottle's opening, oftentimes making a mess because the piss just sprays out too aggressively. either way, it's just sooo *chefs kiss*

physically holding the pee hole shut. this is something i've tried a couple times myself and let me tell you, it's a truly magical thing. with a finger firmly pressed against someone's pee hole, you essentially cut off their option of relief completely. no matter how hard they squirm and relax and even push, nothing can come out. they're forced to sit with the maddening feeling of fullness until eventually the finger is removed and all the piss comes gushing out of them in a torrent.

begging. probably a basic answer but i don't care, i'm a whore for dirty talk. phrases like "i can't hold it much longer" or "i feel so full" or even just "please let me pee" is enough to make me instantly slick. bonus points if there's a term of authority in there like mistress or sir.

peeing outside, especially in the woods. there's something so electrifying about squatting down behind a bush or watching a stream splatter against a tree trunk or make a puddle in the dirt, especially if someone is at their absolute limit and has to find a spot for a last resort.

having to stop mid way through peeing. imagine finally, finally getting the release you crave and then all of a sudden having to shut it off. the shiver you get, the way your pee hole convulses, your bladder aching with all that liquid still trapped inside. my favorite scenarios of this include: being stumbled upon while peeing outside, someone physically pulling a character away from the toilet, a dom stopping a sub's stream just to be mean, and even the classic "i'll just pee a little to relive some pressure."

being tied up while desperate. one time i read this fic about a girl being strapped to a chair and pressed for information by this guy who kept giving her water as "mercy" since she'd been there a while. her bladder started filling and soon she was desperate and he used that to his advantage, pressing on her bulge and teasing her until she broke and told him everything in exchange for access to the bathroom. i can't remember how it ended and god i wish i could find that again, because the idea of being restrained and not even able to squirm is delicious.

the iconic pee dance. i mean come on, what's not to love? when someone's resolve finally crumbles enough for them to abandon all sense of dignity, you know they're truly at their breaking point. seeing the full package is truly a treat; i'm talking hands shoved between thighs, feet prancing back and forth, knees bending up and down, body hunched over at the waist, face scrunched in concentration, the whole ordeal. it's the sexiest sight imaginable, especially if that dance suddenly stills and a flood follows soon after.

DUDE

thinking about motorcycle Omo

the bike it’s forcing them to open their legs and keep hands on the handles, so that the only thing they can really do to hold is bounce or shift around a bit. Pressing down on the seat to help hold it. Being stuck and traffic and the humiliation of knowing the cars around them can see them desperately trying to hold there piss. Bonus if they have a passenger behind them, who unknowingly has there arms wrapped around their waste and pressing there bladder. The passenger being so close to the one driving so they can feel them shifting around and tensing up and breathing heavy. Works with jet skis too. I’m so feral about this.

there's ppl in the world who don't even know tdick exists. what do they think about all day? why do they get out of bed? what the fuck are they doing??????

PALIA OMORASHI ONESHOT

Hassian had planned to track this Proudhorn Sernuk for weeks. For hours, he had followed its tracks, moving silently. However, he was slowed down by one thing- you. You had offered to tag along since Tau was sick. Without his plumehound’s nose, he would have to work twice as hard to track it. You had selflessly offered to assist him in any way you could, but your footsteps were heavy and your aim… needed work. Hassian would be amused if the stakes were lesser. Nevertheless, he accepted your offer. After a few hours, he set down his bow and quiver.

“You okay?” You asked, self conscious. You knew you were slower and clunkier than him. You ran your hand through your hair as he sighed.

“Yeah. It’s fine. Let’s just set up camp.”

“Okay. What do you want me to do?” You asked, glancing at the moons.

“Do you know how to pitch a tent?” He snapped, but when you nodded he relaxed a bit. “Then pitch the tent. I’ll gather firewood.” He glanced around nervously. He shoved his hands in his pockets quickly and left.

“Do you need help? The sun is setting and it-” Your voice trailed off as he was already out of earshot. “might take too long.”

You pitched the tent effortlessly. Darkness fell over the camp, but there was no sign of Hassian. Growing worried, you headed into the forest. After being spooked by a chapaa in the brush, you finally saw his silhouette, his bow high and an arrow drawn. You crept closer, careful to be quiet. The beautiful deer was eating grass, white and blue light emanating from its body. It was so close, but Hassian did not fire. You could see the profile of his face and in the bright light of the sernuk’s magic, you could see a single tear rolling down Hassian’s face. The moment was tender, intimate, beautiful even. Did the hunter regret killing his prey that badly? Was he afraid to do it? Was he overwhelmed by its beauty? Hassian’s eyes were locked on the animal, but he seemed frozen.

Suddenly, he let out an animalistic moan. The deer perked up before darting away. The only light emanated from Hassian’s torch, propped a few feet away. You grabbed it and ran to him.

“Hassian! Are you alright?” You called as you raced towards him. Horror filled his eyes as he saw you. You stared at him blankly until you understood his distress. His pants were darkening, piss drenching the leather. “Hassian…”

“Stop- don’t look!” His voice dripped with anger and humiliation. He sank to his knees, a puddle forming around him as the dirt struggled to handle the amount of liquid it was being given. You smiled weakly, muttering things like ‘it’s okay’ and other small condolences. Eventually, his stream slowed to a trickle. His face was a deep purple and you suddenly realized you’d never seen a Majiri blush. After a beat of silence, you reached down your hand to help him up.

“Let’s get you into some fresh clothes.” You tried to smile reassuringly. You tried to quell feelings of arousal- not only was it inappropriate in the moment, but you were a bit worried that if you showed any enjoyment, one of his arrows might end up too close for comfort.

“I don’t have any.” He quickly wiped his tears. “When I go on hunting trips, I don’t pack clothes. That would just slow me down.”

“Alright. Well, come on back to camp.” You grasped his hand and pulled him up. He cringed but moved with you. As you both walked back to camp, you heard him sniffle a couple times.

“Go ahead and take those off.” You gestured toward his drenched pants.

“No, no I-” He stammered, horrified.

“What, you want to stay in those?” You raised an eyebrow, starting to chuckle. “Just take them off.” He took them off and stood still in his soaked cotton briefs. You waited expectantly and he stripped them off. He covered himself and you quickly turned.

“Where are you going?” He demanded, fear rising in his voice.

“The river, just a few paces away. Come on, you need a wash.” He followed with his head down, hands gripping his dick and balls. You washed his clothes and he splashed water on his lap and thighs to clean himself up. After a while, you both walked to camp.

“Alright bud, these should be dry by morning. We can find the sernuk when your pants are dry.”

The feminine urge to put on a cute skirt and tug at it while im tryna hold my piss in but of course I end up wetting myself and feeling it allllll run down my legs 🥰

Omg, having an omo kink is such a curse. The guy I'm playing video games w (who is hella hot) said that he was getting up to pee and I am suddenly horny. Fuck off and stop being so slutty, dude