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KarenParker

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  1. “It’s my first date, it’s not like I’m walking into a fight.” Peter joked with Ned as they were walking out of school. “I’ll text you tonight, tell you how it went! Also, I may or may not of promised to take her on a small spidey adventure after dinner and the movie.” He added in a low voice with a delighted smile, before waving to his friend. Now, as he sat in the dim theater next MJ, he was regretting the first statement. It hadn’t gone bad yet, but he was now starting to wonder how this could turn good. In fact, he been having so much fun, that he’d completely forgotten to slip to the bathroom after dinner like he’d planned. Now he had to pee so bad he couldn’t seem to sit still. That’s what you got when you where Spider-Man: the fastest metabolic rate ever, causing the drinks at dinner, to immediately flood his bladder. Hence, the current situation. Peter shifted next to MJ, shoving one foot under him to try and push into his crotch. He glanced over at his girlfriend, worried she’d be able to catch on easily. Sure, at first she’d just think the fidgeting was nerves or energy, but for how long? He blushed at the thought... he really didn’t want to admit he had to pee so bad, especially when he’d preached so much about how this was going to be his all time favorite movie. That there would automatically show how desperate he was, if not for the fact he couldn’t stop fidgeting. Biting his lip, he grabbed another handful of popcorn and munched on it, eyes intent on the screen. A few people up front laughed at a funny part, but Peter remained silent. He didn’t want to further aggravate his bladder with the action. Maybe he could secretly grab his crotch? He really needed the added pressure if he wanted to last the last thirty minutes of the movie. He could use the popcorn bowl go block MJ’s view. No. He couldn’t. It was embarrassing. Peter repositioned himself on the seat, pushing himself backwards and then side to side. He immediately noticed MJ glancing over at him, and he accidentally made eye contact with her causing his face to heat up. “Are you ok?” She mouthed, looking at him quizzically. Peter nodded, MJ just shrugged and turned back to the screen. Fifteen minutes passed and he thought he’d die of embarrassment as he reached down and gave himself a squeeze. He was actually surprised he’d managed that long to be honest. Another two minutes, though it felt like ten, and a leak slipped out causing him to panic and stick a hand in his crotch for good. “It’s science... chemistry actually, you know?” MJ whispered by his ear in a teasing voice. Peter jerked slightly, trying to pull his hand from between his legs and immediately placing it back as he felt his boxers grow wet. He whined slightly, desperately pressing his crotch into the edge of the seat. “What do you mean?” He asked, taken aback by her words, though he obviously got the point with the blush that spread across his face. “Oh, errr...” MJ went silent, a uncharacteristically redness spreading across her cheeks. “It’s not that.” Peter added quickly, nearly bouncing in his seat. “I um... I gotta pee.” He admitted hurriedly. When Peter didn’t move, MJ turned to him. “Go. To. The. Bathroom.” She ordered in a slow, even tone, making sure to stress each word. “Come on, I’ll come with you.” She added at his hesitation and placed a hand in his shoulder as she stood up. Peter managed to get up. He didn’t want to miss the movie, but at the same time he really didn’t want to pee himself. Once again he was glad for the darkness of the movie theater as he danced beside MJ on the way out. “Where are the closest ones?” He asked out desperately, dancing from foot to foot with a hand shoved between his legs. MJ pointed down the hall. “That way.” She stated. “To the right.” Peter grimaced, but started the painful trek to the bathroom. He could feel small leaks slip out at each step and he was beyond embarrassed. By the time he’d turned and had the sign in sight, he started sprinting when he felt an even bigger leak slip out. Tearing into the bathroom at a dead sprint, he prayed no one was in there to further humiliate him. He dashed to a toilet, undoing his jeans which he could feel a small wetness on, and released his full bladder. When he’d finished, he buttoned his jeans back up before looking down at his pants. They where wet, unhid-able wetness. He pulled his hoodie off, tying it around his waist. He could feel tears flooding his eyes and he quickly tried to force them away. “Peter! You okay?” MJ called. He froze. “S-sort of.” “Right. Can you come out?” She called. Peter slowly walked out, wiping quickly at his eyes. He could feel the stain on the front of the pants glaringly obvious. MJ was silent for a moment. “You okay?” She asked softly. Peter shrugged. MJ walked forward and awkwardly hugged him, before planting a kiss on his slightly damp, tear streaked cheek. “I’m okay.” He murmured softly, hugging her back.
  2. 14 or 15ish, freshman in highschool. I didn’t want to make him to old because then he should technically be Nightwing. I’ll definitely start working on a part two. If you or anyone else has any ideas though, feel free to let me know.
  3. Who would want a part two of this? I’m thinking about making one, but I want your opinion... and ideas, I’m sort of stuck.
  4. This is amazing! I would so read a part 2... maybe with Rider having to pee while picking Brett up from airport? Your work is amazing btw, I never stop enjoying it!
  5. Jason groaned as he propped himself up, looking around. He could hear whispering out and the hall and realized it belonged to Dick and Bruce. He laid there for a moment, trying to catch his bearings as a scowl set across his face. He silently slid out of bed, pressing his ear to the door. “I don’t care what you think—No, Dick, quit saying that... Dick, stop! I did what I had to, just leave it at that.” Bruce was whispering under his breath with Dick. “B, you knocked him out. What if you, I don’t know, hit him to hard or something.” Dick interjected, voice rising. “Or, bigger question, what the hell are you going to do when he wakes up?” Jason rolled his eyes, still glowering as he crept towards the window. They wouldn’t have to worry about that because he wouldn’t be here. After sliding on his combat gear and leather jacket, he frowned as he realized he needed to pee. Normally, he wouldn’t of bothered being stealthy and would of slammed open the door and let Bruce have it, but right now that wasn’t the case. He had something else on his mind. Jason had been targeting to notorious criminals for the past week. He and Roy hasn’t been able to find a hit until this morning. They’d been on the chase when Bruce had got word he was set out to kill more criminals (most likely from Dick) and the Batman had intercepted the mission. Looking back on it, the man hadn’t even given him a chance to talk which had taken him by surprise. He’d just immediately hooked a punch to his right jaw, knocking him out until night. He pushed the window open, sliding out and not bothering to shut it as he grabbed his bike. He rolled his eyes as he found his keys in his pocket, exactly where he’d left them. He was also startled to see that Batman... he shook his head. Nope, Bruce wouldn’t do that for him, so correction... Roy, had delivered his motorcycle to the manor. Mounting the bike and starting the ignition, he knocked up the speed, aware that once the engine started they’d realize he was escaping. He pressed his foot down hard into the pedal, zooming out onto the street. Jason made it just path Gotham General, subconsciously squirming on the bike, when something struck his front tire. Whatever it was, it sliced right through the rubber and he only new one thing that did that so well: batarangs. He growled as he bike lost control, skidding into a car on the side of the road and sending him sprawling. A car alarm starting sounding and he stumbled up, shifting from foot to foot as he looked around, trying to spot the man. He yelped softly, kicking out as he felt hands suddenly grabbing him from behind. He fired two shots straight at the chest armor, barely managing to re-aim his target from the head in time. He stepped back in shock, only to be yanked closer. The shots hadn’t done much to thwart Batman. “This needs to stop, Red Hood.” The deep voice sounded. “I was trying to save the city effectively. Maybe if you’d worry more about the criminals and less about me, you’d be able to do the same thing.” Jason shot back in irritation. “Let me the fuck go! We had them, and now, thanks to your shit, we don’t.” He snarled, still weakened from being knocked out for four hours straight. He kicked and thrashed as he was suddenly lifted off of his feet and lifted into the man’s arms. “Put me the fuck down!” He demanded. He held his gun up. “I’ll shoot you in the neck this time.” He threatened darkly, cocking the pistol up against the thinner, weaker part of the suit. Bruce was silent as he hauled Jason to the bat mobile, sliding him into the seat and hand cuffing him to it before getting in himself. Jason looked up at Bruce. “You hand cuffed me?!” He blurred out, aghast. “I don’t deserve to be fucking hand cuffed. Get these damn things off of me.” He squirmed, trying to work his way out of them. He finally sighed, sinking against the back of his seat and bouncing his knees up and down. **** Nightwing stood on the roof, peering down and tracking the batmobile as it raced across the streets. “Tim, B had Jay.” He reported through his coms. He’d followed Bruce when he’d left, worried something might happen. Nothing did, but still... “What’d he do?” Tim’s voice cut across. “Who Jay? He shot B right in the chest and then threatened to shoot him in the neck.” Dick shook his head with an eye roll. “He obviously didn’t.” “Todd shot father?” Damian’s voice came through. “Dami?!” Dick spluttered. “What are you doing?” “I was trying to figure out what you were doing. You were supposed to take me on patrol.” Damian pointed out. “I’ve been on here for exactly thirty minutes and twenty three seconds.” “You timed yourself?” Tim asked incredulously. “Well, obviously. I knew I was going to have to say that.” Damian shot back, dead serious. “Guys...” Dick interjected. “I’m coming back. Tim, pull up the video footage in the bat cave and we’ll all meet in your room.” “We’re spying on Todd and father?” Damian asked. Tim rolled his eyes as he moved from his bed to his computer. “That is what it would seem, demon brat.” **** Jason stared gloomily out the window, completely ignoring the man next to him as he sat fidgeting in his seat. “I’m not getting out of this car.” He stated abruptly as the entered the bat cave. He heard the man huff, before he was being dragged out of the car, kicking and screaming curses. This time, Bruce took one hand cuff off, attaching it to a chair and sitting Jason in the chair. The man pulled his mask off along with the rest of the suit, leaving him in a normal set of black combat gear. Jason tensed as Bruce came closer, before he felt hands pulling off his mask as well. He growled, jerking backwards, but his face was already completely revealed. “I fucking hate you.” He snarled, squirming frantically in his seat. “Jason...” Bruce interjected his ranting, his voice steady and firm. “I’m your father whether you will accept it or not. I will not have you going around the city killing people. I will not have you become the criminal.” This time, their was definite anger and maybe a hint of frustration in his voice. “I’m done with you and your games. It’s to much and the shit needs to stop.” He growled. “And until I can trust you, you’re not leaving the manor. Because I don’t want my son going to prison or Arkham...” Jason zoned out, not listening to much of Bruce’s speech. He pressed his thighs together, working his knees back and forth as he bit his lip. He really needed to pee now, but he didn’t want to admit that to Bruce. It made him feel small and childish that he would have to ask for that. Another twenty minutes passed, and he wasn’t sure what the man was still going on about. He felt a sudden jet of pee leak out, soaking his underwear and joining with the smaller leaks. Before he could stop himself, he’d pressed a hand to his crotch to stop the flow, but not before he felt the dampness leak through to his hand. “Jason, what the hell?” Bruce demanded. “I’m jerking off.” He replied bluntly, knowing that it would piss the man off. “You’re what? Jason this is insane! This has to stop...now.” Bruce trailed off after reaching down to pull Jason’s hand from his crotch and his eyes knit together in confusion, slowly working their way up to meet Jason’s. “You have to have an erection to jerk off.” Bruce thought aloud. “Which means...” he stepped back, eyes scanning Jason. “You have to pee or you’re just trying to irritate me. I’m going to guess the ladder.” He said, finally catching onto the squirms. “I don’t have to pee.” Jason muttered, but he didn’t stop his squirming as more pee followed, wetting the front of his black pants. “Fine, you don’t have to pee.” Bruce agreed, playing along. “Sit still then.” He demanded. “Or I’ll hand cuff your other hand as well.” Jason glared back at Bruce, but forced himself to still his movements. He could feel pee slowly leaking out and he lifted his hips of the chair, desperately trying to stop it. **** “Oh my god... is he peeing himself?” Tim asked gleefully, leaning forward and looking at his screen. “Todd? Hmph, no... wha- what? Todd really is urinating all over himself.” Damian made a disgusted face. Tim scoffed. “What? You don’t happen to remember the particular patrol I went on patrol with you and B? I’m pretty sure you were the one who ended up pissing himself.” Damian’s face went red and he glared at Tim. “Shut up, Drake.” He snapped. “Would you both stop?” Dick asked, his eyes knit with worry as he stared at the screen. **** “Jay, just let me help.” Bruce sighed as he walked closer to the boy after he saw what was happening. Jason finally gave up, shoving his hand back into his crotch and not looking up at Bruce. “I don’t want your help.” He snapped, his voice shaking. He did though, he craved it. He wanted it all to be like it had before everything. He swallowed hard as he felt his vision go blurry with tears. Bruce hesitated, before undoing the hand cuff and tossing them on the floor. He didn’t think Jason would make it up to the bathroom, but he didn’t voice his thoughts. He placed a hand on Jason’s back and when there wasn’t much protest, save for a small growl, he helped the boy stand up. “I don’t think I can do it.” Jason whimpered, he actually whimpered. His shoulders shook as more pee soaked down his pants, leaving them wet to the knee. He swallowed back a sob. Bruce watched, eyes furrowing in concern. “It’s okay, Jay.” He assured the boy, his demeanor having completely changed. Jason felt his body giving up, but he furtively tried to stop the inevitable anyway. The pee streamed through his pants, puddling onto the floor. After what seemed like ages, it finally tapered off, leaving him standing their soaked. He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself and barely holding back the tears. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. Jason completely tensed up when he felt arms around him, embracing him with comfort. At first, he startled, trying to pull away before he finally sank into the touch, resting his head against the man’s chest as he felt the tears start to fall. **** All three of them watched silently, before Tim activated the speakers to the batcave. “Tim, no, what the hell are you doing?” Dick gasped, his voice resonating along the walls of the bat cave. “Shit...” he whispered. “Double shit.” Damian muttered. “Damian don’t swear.” Dick scolded, flinching a bit as he watched Jason fly away from Bruce and stare up at the camera. He was frantically wiping tears from his eyes, his gaze quickly turning into a glare. “Were you watching the whole time?” He yelled up at them. “I was worried about you, little wing.” Dick said softly. “Are you okay?” “Of course I’m okay, dickhead.” Jason retorted back. “Oh, he’s definitely okay now.” Tim commented. “I can still here you, Replacement!” Jason snapped. Bruce glanced up at the camera. “Tim, turn the damn thing off and all of you just come down here like a normal people.” He demanded.
  6. Thanks! He’s like one of the only Marvel superheroes I can actually see pissing himself. I guess because he’s younger, especially in the MCU and he has a fast metabolism and all.
  7. https://savingfandoms.tumblr.com/post/611698946686025728/at-the-movies-spider-man-fanfiction The top one is OC, while the bottom one is Spider-Man, but it still has the same concept. I haven’t yet gotten around to posting it on here, so the link takes you to my Tumblr page. Them are the only other ones I have for male in front of female, though I do have other male ones, they just wouldn’t fit what you’re looking for. I might’ve done some roleplays I could go back and find if you were interested.
  8. Thank you so much! If you have any prompts, feel free to ask.
  9. Here is one that fits what you’re looking for. It’s not the best I’ve ever written and I was still getting use to this website, but it’s not to bad if you want to check it out.
  10. If you have an Ao3 account and this interests you, please check it out and consider signing up! This is my first time trying this and I’m really excited. I’m crossing my fingers it goes well. Anyway, the challenge is just for Peter Parker omorashi, no other fandoms. So, if this interests you and you have an Ao3 account, feel free to check out the link below. https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Peter_tingles_omochallenge If you have any questions, feel free to PM me on here. Also, the deadlines are reference. Because this is my first time, I may end up extending them. Thank you to any of you who check this out! I’d really appreciate it!
  11. Absolutely loved it! Great work and was definitely worth the wait!
  12. What is it about the male omorashi you like? Knowing this might help you out, but also do ever just think like, “that guy is hot” or, “he’s cute”? You don’t even have to want to kiss them, but now imagine that guy and imagine him having to pee and doing everything you enjoy about omorashi? How do you feel now? Most likely, I’d say you could be bi. In the end, it’s you decision to make and don’t let anyone’s judgment or pressure choose for you; decide yourself.
  13. “Fuck you!” Jason yelled, knocking Dick onto the living room floor as he tried to reach for his book. “Give me the damn book back!” He commanded, trying to reach for the object in his brother’s outstretched hand. “No until you talk to me.” Dick replied calmly, despite a seething, angry Jason on top of him, basically straddling him with both of his knees just outside his hips. “Dami told me you punched Tim down in the cave earlier. What were you fighting about?” He asked. Jason hates that calm, worrying voice and he glared down at Dick, book forgotten. “I wasn’t fighting.” He growled out, voice quivering with rage. He was so caught up in his anger, he forgot about one of the reasons he’d been so irritable in the first place: his bladder. Jason barely held back punching Dick as he had Tim, when the other asked him inquisitively, “So punching someone isn’t fighting?” “There was no fight involved.” Jason seethed, subconsciously squirming and trying to apply pressure to his crotch by pressing himself back and into Dick’s legs. Coursing with blind rage, Jason pulled back his arm, smoothly punching at Dick’s face. The only thing saving the other boy’s nose from being broken was the way he tactfully blocked the blow with his forearm. “I simply punched and it was over, lights out for Drake.” He snapped, quivering from desperation and anger. “Why did you punch Tim then?” Dick inquired, still seemingly unfazed. Jason glared back at Dick with pure hatred. Keeping his eyes trained on him, he shifted backwards and ground his crotch into one of the other male’s knees. He was barely refraining from grabbing himself, his dignity the only thing barely keeping him from completely losing composure. “Jay, what is going on?” Dick asked worriedly, propping himself up on his elbows as he studied his brother’s movements. His brother looked like he was about to cry, not to mention the erratic squirming he was doing. “Jay?” Dick asked hesitantly, “Do you need the bathroom?” Jason felt pee leak out and he jerked backwards, grabbing himself. Then, angry at himself for displaying such weakness, he pulled his hand back almost immediately. Cursing, he kicked the coffee table, flipping it over by the force of the kick. He reeled back, biting back a whimper as he grabbed his foot, only covered in a sock. So overcome with the anger, he didn’t realize he’d started peeing until he felt the hot liquid running down his inner thigh. Heart thrumming in his chest, he grabbed himself tightly once more, dancing around before dashing to the bathroom. Slamming the door behind him, he started cursing, yelling, and throwing punches and kicks everywhere as the rest of the pee flooded out. He finally stopped, standing there in drenched pants, barely holding back tears. Dick slowly opened the door, taking in Jason’s still, quivering form. He’d waited until his brother stopped raging to come in, knowing he’d be completely drained afterwards. Jason heard footsteps coming towards him, but couldn’t find it in himself to move. He kept his head down, his dark brown almost black hair with a single white highlighted shadowed his eyes. However, the one tear that rolled down his cheek as Dick gently placed his hands on his shoulders. At first he stiffened, but once Dick wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a hug, he relaxed. It was his final undoing. He felt sobs rack his body and felt tears streaming down his face and he wrapped his arms around Dick, laying his head on his brothers shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Jaybird. It’ll be okay.” Dick murmured. It didn’t fix things, but it told Jason he had someone. Had someone who cared, someone who understood him. It made him feel like things would be okay and he could talk to him. Maybe, just maybe, he’d talk to Dick later, explain things. For now though, he found comfort in the warmth of his brother and for once he wasn’t about to push himself away.
  14. I’ve been testing it out and finally got a goodish one. Draco Malloy was in frenzy, as he gripped his member tight. He could swear his stomach was sloshing and he regretted all that pumpkin juice he had with breakfast. He needed the toilet, urgently. Suddenly there was movement at the door to the toilet and Draco shuddered, trying not to make too much noise. "You can do this," said his father, as he came closer. Draco groaned and ran to the door to wait as his father lifted up the toilet seat and flipped it down. Draco fell forward. "Slow it down!" yelled his father. Draco hiccupped and his father was already coming in with a towel. Draco's father fell forward, only to land heavily on the toilet seat,
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