#male omo

[wet-jammies]

Poor Office boy! He really has to go but has to wait for an important call from a client... a client who is a little too chatty, it seems!

[an-icky-yucky-blog]

TV? More like TPee! HAHA-

Commissions!

[wetvett]

hi tumblr. the res/ident evil brain rot is real. heres wes/ker making bir/kin wet himself, based on a roleplay tehe

[bellaneedstopee]

32 - Dramatic pee dance, or denying their desperation?

Both! I know it's a cop out answer haha but nothing is hotter than someone initially pretending nothing is wrong, trying to subtlety keep their thighs pressed together, sneaking in a squeeze when no one is looking, trying to maintain their dignity, trying so hard not to show their need, only to become so desperate they can't control themselves anymore and doing a full fledged potty dance, hands shoved deep in their crotch, barely able to move without leaking.

[omostuff490]

I have an omorashi scenario, it came to me in a dream:

A party of masked people have all been wronged in some way by this man in a large brimmed hat and trench coat with long dark hair and a skeletal face. He might be supernatural, Idk. Anyway, they tie him up in the woods and taunt him. Maybe they pretend to leave for a bit. He figures its his chance to escape, but he really needs to pee and it's distracting him. He struggles fruitlessly and in vain. He fails to escape before he pees himself and the crowd reveals they never left and humiliate him.

[thesecretomoblog]

Duncan desperate in his maid outfit.

[brookes-drops]

hhii!! can u do omo xiao hcs?? if it's not a problem, ofc! ♡

Sure! I’ve gotten to play the game a bit, and I understand it better.

So, let’s start.

I feel like the main trope he’d fall into would be working for too long, during a mission, or in a situation where there isn’t a bathroom nearby.

He doesn’t like fidgeting a lot, so he’ll stick to more subtle ways of conveying his desperation, mostly pressing his thighs together

He’d never admit to being desperate out of nowhere :)

When it comes to relieving himself in odd places or situations, it’s not how he’s relieving himself that makes him hesitate to do so, it’s the paranoia of someone seeing him.

If he has an accident, he’d usually try to hide it and would try not to cry if someone pointed it out or saw him have an accident

I don’t have much more, unfortunately, but I hope you like the headcanons :D

[johnsjackolantern4902]

I'm back Scarehoes, something big is coming, and yes, it has piss again.

You have been warned...

[uwu-omo-uwu]

God, is there anything hotter than a normally reserved, logical character concerned with appearing orderly and neat start squirming and grabbing their penis when succumbing to a full bladder?

Losing the control they so desperately cling to in their everyday life. Being forced to show vulnerability for once. Being reminded that they are still just human with bodily needs.

[desperateparamedic]

PRESIDENTIAL GASTRONOMIC AFFAIRS

Chapter1“Oh, my goodness,” Alex muttered under his breath, clenching his fists as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The symphony of discomfort inside him was unbearable—a cacophony of bubbling gas and urgent pressure that refused to be ignored. His face flushed crimson as another loud burp escaped him, drawing a few curious glances from the nearby guests at the state dinner.“Are you alright, Alex?” asked the ambassador’s daughter, Emily, her brows knitting together with concern. She leaned closer, her perfume wafting over him, but it only seemed to heighten his nausea.“I’m fine,” he lied through gritted teeth, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Just… enjoying the food.”Enjoying was a strong word. The rich, unfamiliar dishes had seemed enticing when they arrived, but now they were his worst enemy. Every bite seemed to churn and twist in his gut, demanding attention. He could feel the distinct urge to pee pressing against his bladder, every step threatening to betray him. But the pooping… oh God, the pooping. It was worse than he dared admit, a slow but inevitable build-up that left him sweating beneath his tailored suit.He glanced around the grand hall, hoping for an escape route. The chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a golden glow over the elegantly dressed guests. Diplomats, dignitaries, and their families filled the room, laughter and chatter mingling with the soft hum of classical music. It was supposed to be a night of diplomacy and charm, a chance for him to shine as the president’s son. Instead, he felt like a ticking time bomb, desperate to find a bathroom before things got truly embarrassing.“Excuse me,” Alex blurted out abruptly, pushing back his chair and standing up. His movements were stiff, as though his body was rebelling against him. “Nature calls.”Emily raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she nodded politely. “Of course. Do let us know if you need anything.”“Yeah, thanks,” he muttered, already weaving his way through the crowd. Every step was agony, each footfall jarring his aching stomach. He tried to keep his composure, but the pressure was relentless. A small pop escaped him as he passed a group of diplomats, and he froze momentarily, praying no one had noticed.Focus, Alex. Just get to the bathroom.He scanned the room frantically, searching for the exit. The layout of the palace was foreign to him, and panic started to set in as he realized he had no idea where he was going. His bladder screamed at him with increasing urgency, and his gut twisted painfully with every labored breath.“Looking for something, young man?” came a gravelly voice behind him.Alex turned to see an older gentleman, the ambassador himself, giving him a knowing look. “Uh, yes. I, uh… just need to use the restroom.”The ambassador chuckled softly, gesturing toward a hallway to his left. “It’s this way. Second door on the right.”“Thanks,” Alex said quickly, practically sprinting toward the indicated direction. The relief of finally having directions was short-lived, however, as the pressure within him continued to mount.He burst into the hallway, heart pounding, and spotted the second door. With a surge of hope, he reached for the handle—only to find it locked.No, no, no.His mind raced as he tried the door again, rattling the handle frantically. The desperation was almost physical now, a crushing weight that left him lightheaded. He pressed his ear against the door, listening for any sound that might indicate someone was inside. Nothing.“Hey!” he called out, banging on the door. “Is anyone in there?”Silence.Another gurgle from his stomach made him groan aloud. The embarrassment was overwhelming, but the need was undeniable. He glanced around, checking to make sure no one was watching, then dropped to his knees and fumbled with the lock. His fingers trembled as he worked, sweat dripping down his forehead.Finally, with a triumphant click, the door swung open. Alex stumbled inside, locking it behind him, and immediately began tearing at his belt.

Look Chapter 2

[wet-jammies]

Office boy returns!

Finally done with his chatty client, he encounters yet another obstacle!! Well, at least he found an alternative... there's even cleaning supplies, too!

[an-icky-yucky-blog]

I finally figured out how to draw 4ndrew’s hair heehee

Feat. My OC PabIo Torres

Commissions!

Chibi commissions!

[wetvett]

Perhaps some more Dr.IndianaJones wetting to appease ones mind...? 🥺👉👈

lucky you! youre getting two jones’ for the price of one!

self plug,, if you like my art and would like to get a piece from me thats more than just a sketch, pls commission me over on v/gen!

I will happily draw omo/ piss kink / a lot of other kink stuff as well, even though it doesn’t mention that in my TOS lmao

[secret-waterblog]

For @linkspussy’s fantasy omovember day 25: Different Races, Different Habits

“You elves are too prissy,” Gimli the Dwarf taunted Legolas the Elf, “just go ahead and piss. I don’t know why you need to find a privy. Us Dwarfs have no problems with just going in the open as nature intended.” Gimli stated

“Elves will make water outside if we have to, but we value our privacy. We tend to have strong bladders and can hold it for a long time. I have been having to urinate in front of the whole fellowship for the past few days. I would prefer to be able to take a private wee for once,” Legolas’s voice seemed agitated, he was normally very cool in demeanor but the blonde elf did have a breaking point.

“I also miss the luxury of being able to relieve myself in the comfort of a privy or a private chamber pot,” Boromir admitted.

“I personally like getting to pee outside,” Pippin admitted, “my mum never let my do it back in the Shire.”

“For good reason,” Sam scolded, “do you know how unclean that would be, when hobbits walk around in bare feet? You would get us all sick.”

Not one to be left out, Aragorn added his insight into the discussion, “Elrond did not like it when I would relieve myself outside when I was young living with him. So one reason I traveled with Elladan and Elohir was because I could make water outside without anyone judging me for it since it was a necessity when being rangers.”

All the talk about urinating made Legolas’s need more desperate, luckily the elf saw a cottage in view that appeared to have a privy outback.

With his elf speed he made sure he reached it before the rest of the fellowship did. He cautiously opened the door to admire the luxury he found and latched the door behind him.

While Legolas would normally take his piss standing up, he wanted to make the most of his rare find and take a relaxing sitting down wee. He pulled his leggings down, sat on the bench and began to tinkle.

Legolas sighed it was the first time in weeks that he got to relieve himself in private and it felt amazing. Because elves were private creatures not having privacy had been taking a toll on his mental well-being.

When he finished he pulled his leggings back up and headed out to let the rest of the fellowship have a turn if they desired ,and to hopefully find a water basin or pump to wash his hands.

[omostuff490]

More wholesome but still funny and a little hot fic:

Adrien and his husband Charles were fathers of two children. They had a teenager named Jet and a young toddler named Troy. Adrien had done nothing but drink coffee and do work on his computer since after he had breakfast that morning. It was now 3 PM and the coffee was really starting to build up in his bladder and make him squirm. Adrien decided enough was enough and made his way to the only bathroom in the house. Unfortunately for Adrien, his oldest son Jet was taking a shower, blasting music and singing along to it. Adrien knocked on the door to get his attention.

"Jet? How much longer are you gonna be? Jet? Can you hear me?" Adrien asked, shifting on the spot.

"It's no use honey, he's blasting his music and probably singing to it again." Charles chimed in as he walked past. Adrien sighed in annoyance. Charles gave him a kiss on the cheek for comfort.

"Please don't tell me he just got in there, he takes forever." Adrien whined as he shifted his legs.

"He did..." Charles admitted. Adrien sighed again. "Why? What's up?" Charles asked.

"I need to pee so bad, I haven't gone since this morning." Adrien admitted. Charles finally noticed the way Adrien's thighs were clenched tightly together and the way he was fidgeting and shifting.

"Come sit on the couch and watch something with me, get your mind off it until Jet comes out." Charles proposed.

"Ok..." Adrien accepted.

Ten minutes passed and Jet was still in the shower. Adrien got up in a huff.

"Where are you going?" Charles asked.

"To try and get Jet to hurry up." Adrien spat. He waddled to the bathroom door. The sound of running water only made it worse. "Jet! Jet hurry up in there I need to pee!" Adrien said in a raised voice. There was no response. Adrien suddenly felt a wave in his bladder. Adrien whined and held himself. "Jet, please!" Adrien begged. He labored his breathing to try and hold it in. Adrien pounded on the door in desperation.

"Hang on! I haven't even washed myself yet!" Jet shouted. Upon hearing those words Adrien nearly cried. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. A little spurt leaked out of him, confirming this. Adrien gripped himself as tightly as he could. He needed to think fast. His other son, Troy, was being potty trained, he couldn't set a bad example. Suddenly he got an idea. Troy had two potties, one inside the bathroom and one outside the bathroom in case it was occupied. Adrien rushed to Troy's potty, which was thankfully nearby. As soon as he got up to it, his bladder got excited and began releasing prematurely. Adrien panicked and hurriedly whipped his dick out. Adrien moaned in relief. It felt so good to finally let go. Adrien fell to his knees over the potty as he kept peeing.

"Daddy? Why you pee in my potty?" A small voice asked. A wave of embarrassment came over Adrien.

"Uhh..." Adrien didn't know what to say.

"What's going on Troy- Wh- Babe??" Charles chimed in, making it worse. Adrien shrank into his shoulders as his face reddened, he was still peeing.

"Wow you really had to go, huh?" Charles chuckled.

"Charly, please..." Adrien muttered.

"It's ok Troy, your daddy just really had to pee, but Jet is in the bathroom right now, so he couldn't use the grown up's toilet. Your potty saved him from having an accident." Charles reassured the young boy.

"Grown ups have accidents?" Troy asked.

"Yeah, sometimes. You just don't see it often because usually we're good at either avoiding them or hiding them. Some adults even wear diapers because they have more difficulty than others with using the toilet and that's ok." Charles answered. Adrien sighed as he covered himself up again after finishing, relieved that his embarrassing situation could at least teach his son something important.

"I'm out of the shower now, the bathroom's yours-" Jet called out as he made his way past and to his room before abruptly stopping himself. "What happened? Why are we all huddled together?" Jet asked.

"Nothing-" Adrien quickly blurted out.

"Daddy peed in my potty because you took long." Troy blurted out while pointing at Adrien.

"Troy!" Adrien scolded in embarrassment. Jet laughed.

"Jeez dad, I didn't know that's why you were so pushy. Sorry." Jet chuckled.

"... It's fine..." Adrien lied.

[thesecretomoblog]