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KarenParker

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About KarenParker

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  1. Absolutely loved it! Great work and was definitely worth the wait!
  2. 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.
  3. “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.
  4. 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,
  5. “Where the fuck have you been, Bruce? You were supposed to pick me up an hour ago.” Dick snapped, shifting as he got into the bat mobile. “No real names in field, Robin.” Batman responded sharply. “What?” Robin asked incredulously. “You think the bat mobile is bugged... Batman?” He purposely stressed, repositioning himself in his seat with a sigh. “Where next?” “While you were waiting on me, I was getting important information. We’re heading to the edge of Gotham city. There’s rumor of a drug dealing going on and I believe it’s the owner of the new restaurant on the east border. We’re going to investigate first and then we are going in as us.” Batman explained. “So we’re going out for dinner, huh?” Robin asked sarcastically, tapping his foot up and down. He was still irritated, but it wasn’t because Bruce had left him waiting, it was because he had a much more pressing problem; his bladder. Batman glanced over at his jittery young ward. “How was school?” He asked, trying to gage Dick’s reaction. Robin shrugged. “Pointless. I don’t get the point of high school when I could be saving people.” He leaned back, pulling the seat belt that Bruce made him wear away from his lower abdomen. He groaned, looking out the window as the city blurred past. “How long until we get there?” He asked, sitting back up straight and briefly squeezing his thighs together. “Twenty minutes. Why do you ask?” Batman questioned in curiosity. “Is something wrong?” He inquired. “No.” Robin rushed out, giving a small squirm. “Definitely not.” He added, avoiding eye contact. Going quiet, he glanced sideways at Bruce, before quickly averting his gaze back to his lap. Squirming around in his seat with a blush on his face, he resigned to shoving one leg under him so he could dig his heel into his crotch. After what seemed like eternity, they pulled into a pitch black side alley. The only light being the moonlight, which was obscured by the towering building overhead. Before getting out, Batman turned to Robin. “Are you sure that there is absolutely nothing you need to tell me?” He asked, scanning the squirming teen. “I’m fine for fucks sake! I’ve only told you a billion times!” Robin snapped, getting out of the vehicle and slamming the door. He felt a small, hot leak slip out, causing him to internally panic. However, he still refrained from grabbing himself, afraid that Bruce would see. “That better be the case.” Batman replied tersely. Robin stiffened, before managing to ask. “Where do you want me?” “You’re staying with me until we get on the rooftop of the smaller building. From their we need to access the piping, so that we can get inside... hopefully undetected. Follow me.” Batman ordered, already running towards the point of interest and using his grappler to hook himself into the roofs edge so he could begin a short climb. Robin started to run, but stopped abruptly, automatically throwing a hand to his crotch felt a leak of urine leak out. Noticing Batman already half way up the building, Robin started off again, throwing his own grappler up at the top of the building and jumping at full speed upwards and into the building. He crashed down harder than normal, landing in a crouched position, already near the top. He instantly froze, heart pounding in his chest as he felt a rush of urine run down his leg. With a small whine that scraped the back of his throat, Robin grabbed frantically with his free hand, trying to stop the spurting, inconsistent stream of pee that continued to soak his uniform. Finally managing to gain some control, he caught up to Batman at the top on the roof. He felt rivulets of pee running down his tightly black clad legs and was glad it was dark out. Waiting on Batman to figure out the entry point to the pipes was his final undoing, despite the fruitless attempts at getting the flow to stop, it only grew stronger until it finally tampered to a stop. Coursing with humiliation and self centered anger, Robin stepped out of the puddle he’d formed and quickly made his way to the other side of the roof where Batman was standing, trying to distance himself from the mess he’d made. “Robin, I want you to go in first. I know you’ll fit and it will be easier for you to navigate in the lead.” Batman explained, after finding the opening. Feeling extremely self conscious, Robin made sure his suit was firmly wrapped around his wet butt and legs, before crawling into the pipe line. He was reluctant to face away from Bruce, but he’d just have to suffer through the torture of hoping the man wouldn’t notice anything as he crawled through the pipes. By the time he managed to maneuver his way through the maze of pipes and into the computer room, his pants had begun to chafe and he was finding it difficult to walk normal, not to mention crawl. Once he’d gotten out, and was standing up in the empty room, Robin pulled his cape firmly around him and pretended to be surveying the room, though he felt his face heating up as he anticipated Batman to mention something. However, to his luck, the man was to focused on the mission to notice anything amiss of his young ward yet. He bit his lip as he felt raw skin coming into contact with damp fabric, and his eyes automatically welled up with tears. Quickly blinking them away, Robin asked, “Can we please hurry?” ‘Asked’ being the relative term, it was more of a whine. “Just be patient, Robin. It’ll go quicker if you help, get on that computer and take down the cams.” Batman whispered, touching Robin’s shoulder to direct him to the small light of the screen monitor in the pitch black room. Robin nodded, walking irregularly in that direction and routinely going to work of pulling up the security footage, before plugging in a hard drive that would immediately knock all power out for an hour. “It’s done.” Robin reported, nearly jumping out of his skin as Batman came up from behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go then. We just need to find the paper archive of all the suppliers and buyers, along with the credit card number.” Robin stayed silent, following his mentor and keeping his eyes on the look out for any room that might look inconspicuous. “This way.” Batman ordered, turning into a small room with a small business desk in the corner and to the right, a filing cabinet. Robin hurriedly followed Batman, searching through drawers, before pulling out a folder labeled, “Business”. He pulled out two documents. “I think I found them. The seller goes by the street name of Glorified Gnostic.” Robin said, handing the papers over to Batman. “I don’t want to go back through the pipes. Can’t we just walk out of the building since the security cams are down.” He asked complacently. “Normally, that would be a hard no. Especially with all the whining you’ve been doing today, however, we have a dinner to get to. So for once, yes, we can.” When they reached the bat mobile, Robin was close to tears. He was upset at himself, and his thighs and privates had been rubbed raw. Not to mention how gross and itchy he felt. Sliding into his seat, he rubbed at his eyes, wiping a few tears away. “Here’s some clothes. Change it them before we get going.” Batman ordered, getting into the drivers seat and also changing into clothes. When Robin didn’t move, he glanced over. “Dick?” He asked, concern edging his voice. “Y-yes?” He answered shakily. “Why aren’t you changing?” Batman asked, looking closer at the boy. Dick bit back a sob, sinking further into the seat. “C-cause I’m wet.” He choked out, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “What do you-“ Bruce stopped with a sigh. “Really, Dick? I thought you were over this. I asked you twice, and twice you denied that anything was wrong.” He reprimanded, rubbing a hand to his face. Dick stared down at his lap, lip trembling. “I don’t have underwear to change into now. A-And it hurts.” He admitted. “What hurts?” Bruce demanded sharply. “It’s rubbing and cold.” Dick stated plaintively. “When, might I asked, did you pee yourself Dick?” Dick bit his lip and was silent. “Dick, when?” Bruce repeated. “On the roof.” Dick muttered. Sighing in exasperation, Bruce threw his hands up in the air. “Well now what are we supposed to do? I don’t have any underwear for you and you’re obviously in no condition to be out under cover?” He sighed. “This all could’ve been avoided if you’d of just be truthful and informed me of what was wrong.” Dick just shrugged, pulling at the wet material around his legs in disgust. Bruce took a deep breath and turned to Dick. “Change into those clothes for now and go ahead and take you underwear off. I’m going to head home and we’ll just have to do this tomorrow.” Dick just glared angrily at the clothes, before doing as he was told. Once he’d changed, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and tucked his knees to his chest, clearly sulking. He remained in that position the entire way home, where he stomped up to his room to take a shower.
  6. I’ve read all the ones you’ve recommended except your more recent Spider-Man ones which I just read, wonderful job by the way. I’ll definitely keep an eye out for any Draco fanfics, however in the meantime, Merry Christmas!
  7. What male characters from books, movies, or tv shows would you like to see wet? I’m curious about what other fandoms people like and what the most popular are for males. Mainly just curiosity, but it may be of use later when (or if) I decide to write a fanfiction. Also feel free to include what qualities you like in a character and what scenarios you’d find interesting. Can’t wait to here from some people on what their favorites are! Here’s some of my interests: Harry Potter- Draco Percy Jackson and Olympians- Nico The Flash- Berry Allen The Arrow- Oliver and Roy Divergent- Four Avengers: Peter Parker (That’s all I can think of right now, but I know there is more.)
  8. I love your stories so much! The connections you make between the teen and adult are amazing and just add to the greatness of the story. Also, while I don’t usually prefer messing, you made this story so good, I couldn’t even care about that! I hope you continue to write, because these are awesome!
  9. I should hold myself, it may not immediately be obvious how desperate I am.
  10. I know it’s been a while since you posted this story, but I think a sequel to it would be amazing. Heck, of even a trilogy. However, I understand that this is probably long past your ideas and you have other ones your more interested in writing. But, if you do ever run out of ideas and need one...
  11. Damn, I love your Draco... honestly the best voice for Draco I think I've seen. Not to mention how you can play Severus, but both of them combined is just mind blowing! I'd read several chapters a while back, but recently I went back and reread and read for the first time some of the chapters. I don't know if you take requests, but I do know that a Draco Malfoy omo story, even if it was just one, would be amazing. There are just not enough of him out there!
  12. Awesome again... these stories are going so great and I LOVED Robbie's point of view. Great story and can't wait for the next. I wonder what will happen then?!
  13. Spread legs wide and push on your stomach without holding yourself afterwards. You must continue to keep your legs spread.
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