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[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

A taste of his own medicine

Criston Cole (House of the Dragon) & male reader omorashi.

Summary: Criston makes new rules where it's nearly impossible for knights to relieve themselves. The reader makes sure he regrets it.

"Y/n."

I turned when I heard Criston Cole saying my name. I fought every urge to look displeased by his presence. Everyone, myself included, was pissed off at him.

"Yes?"

"Fetch me some water will you, boy?"

"Right away ser." I smiled as I turned to walk off, having already planned what I was going to go.

Because Criston didn't do his job, we all got punished for it. Breaks for knights or Kingsguards were nearly impossible. Men would stand in line for the bathrooms for up to an hour.

But Cole? I had never witnessed him in such a situation. That needed to change.

I went back to my room and grabbed some dandelions I had saved for this very purpose. It's something I had heard of people doing, putting them in someone's water to make them have to piss more. I knew Cole had to oversee training today which meant he couldn't leave. Perfect.

I smiled at the thought of Cole squirming, about to wet himself like almost everyone, myself included, had at some point.

I hurriedly brought back the pitcher of water to Cole. "Here you go."

"Are you ready to oversee training with me?"

I tried not to sound too excited but I was more than ready. "Whenever you are Ser." I said with a smile as I followed him. He had been on a mission earlier so I noticed him drinking quite a bit.

When we got to the training grounds, I started to notice that Cole looked somewhat uncomfortable. I couldn't resist the urge to ask him about it.

"Is everything alright Cole?" I asked innocently.

"It's been a long day, y/n. I had to investigate these men who were said to be spies for the blacks. Turns out the claims were false so it was a huge waste of my time."

"It's hot too." I commented, knowing that would mean he needed to drink more.

"Indeed." As if he read my mind, he took a long drink from the cup I brought him. "A poor day for training if you ask me."

He finished the rest of the water in one drink and I smiled to myself. In an hour, training would pause so everyone could get a break but that would mean he had to wait in line just like everyone else. InU the entire time I had been a Kingsguard, I had never seen him desperate for a piss. Not yet anyway.

I didn't feel the slightest bit bad that I was likely going to humiliate him. This entire situation was due to his negligence anyways. I heard a few rumors stating he was in the company of Alicent that night prince Jaeherys was murdered.

Did I believe it? Absolutely.

I continued to watch the men training below me when out of the corner of my eye I noticed Criston was starting to appear rather uncomfortable. I had heard that dandelions caused an urgency to piss but I had never witnessed it first hand.

I was starting to feel excited at the thought of watching him suffer like we had all been forced to. If the gods were on my side today, maybe he would piss himself in front of all the other knights.

"Are you feeling alright?" I couldn't help but ask when I noticed he was starting to move around moreso than usual.

"I'm fine, y/n. Why?" He looked at me like he had been caught. My suspicions were confirmed.

"You just seem a bit distracted today." I shrugged it off and sat down, noticing that he was starting to sweat already.

"I'm a bit...unwell." Criston shifted his weight slightly, looking visibly uncomfortable. He looked down at the privys kept near the training area but there was already a long line.

I imagined he was weighing the pros and cons of getting in line now or trying to hold it for another hour when training ended.

"Perhaps something to drink would help?" I innocently offered.

He shut that down almost instantly and shook his head. "I appreciate the offer but I'm fine."

I made sure he could see me when I took a drink of water. He hurriedly looked away and shifted once again.

"Why don't you sit?"

Criston did so but I noticed the way he flinched when he initially sat down. He immediately crossed his legs in a way that wouldn't draw suspicion from anyone else but I knew exactly what was going on.

He continued to fidget and I swore I heard him gasp at some point.

By now training was nearly over so I knew he would probably be too proud to dismiss himself now and look as desperate as he clearly was.

I turned away and smiled. This is exactly what he deserved. He deserved to wet himself as he had forced most of- if not all of us to do so.

"I'll return shortly." Cole abruptly stood up and started hastily walking away towards the palace. Not wanting to miss an opportunity to see him crumble, I followed behind him.

I made sure I was quiet so he didn't see or hear me. As soon as he thought he was alone, he hunched over and tried to grab between his legs but his armor prevented him from doing so.

The nearest place he could relieve himself was still a long walk away so I started to doubt he was going to make it.

He groaned audibly and started walking faster, almost making it halfway across the room before he stopped in his tracks.

Even as far away as I was, I could hear the sound of piss hitting his armor full force. There was nothing he could do to stop it, even as he fell to his knees and tried frantically to stop the flow but to no avail.

He sat there, puddle spreading around him while he audibly sighed in relief.

I turned when I heard the sound of the doors opening. Then I realized something...training had ended. They were all about to see Cole sitting on the ground in a puddle of his own piss.

He quickly stood back up and stepped away from the puddle he made but it was obvious what had transpired while they were training.

"Serves you right." One of the men towards the back shouted.

"Yeah, how does it feel pretty boy?" Another man called.

It wasn't long before they were all hurling insults at him.

I turned away to head back to my room. I needed to make sure and keep dandelions with me at all time if I ever needed them again.

After that, the rules about taking breaks were lightened tremendously, making it easier for us all to go when we needed to.

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Blissfully Unaware

Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man) & female reader omorashi.

Summary: Reader tickles Angel Devil completely unaware that he's desperate to pee.

Notes: This is slightly canon divergent in the sense that touching Angel doesn't shorten anyone's lifespan.

Of all the partners I could have been paired with today, why did it have to be Angel?

I looked at him from across the car. His head was still facing away from me staring out the window. He hadn't said a single word. He just kept staring out the window with that solemn look.

Our mission was a simple one- patrol the park and keep an eye out for devils since devil attacks at the park were on the rise.

"Are you going to be like this all day?" I asked, not bothering to hide my annoyance. I didn't mind that he was quiet; that wasn't the issue. He always seemed to... melancholy.

"Like what?" He asked softly in the same monotone voice he always spoke with.

"You're such a downer."

This time he turned his head away from the window and made eye contact with me, but before he could speak the car stopped.

We made it to the park where we were assigned to patrol.

When we got out of the car, I noticed something about Angel was different. He looked slightly tense but I brushed it off, knowing if I asked him about it he would give me a vague answer or refuse to acknowledge it.

"Y/n, do you know if there's a restroom nearby?" He asked quietly as if he was nervous to say it out loud. "I need to wash my hands." He quickly added.

"Uh..." Admittedly I wasn't very familiar with the area so I wasn't sure myself. Though I did note that it was odd he was adamant on washing his hands. "I'm not sure. We'll surely see one on patrol."

Angel sat on a nearby bench and stared, disinterested. "I'd rather be dead than work."

"That's a bit dramatic don't you think?" I sat down beside him, enjoying the nice warm breeze.

He just shrugged and continued staring ahead which meant it was going to be difficult for me to convince him to actually do his job.

But part of me also understood where he was coming from. Especially after Aki was able to give me some background information on him and some insights on him. Apparently he never had a day off where he could just enjoy doing nothing.

"We need to start patrolling." I said without making any effort to get up.

To my surprise, Angel stood up first and offered me a hand. It was so out of nowhere that it caught me completely off guard.

"Thanks." I noticed that his hands didn't appear to be sticky or dirty or anything so I wasn't sure why he was adamant on washing them. I shrugged it off, assuming it was something to do with him being a devil.

While we were walking around the park, I noticed Angel seemed...off. He started walking slower and slower and he had a nervous look on his face as if something was bothering him.

"Are you okay?" I finally asked when it became too much to ignore. This was my first time being partnered with him so maybe it was my fault? Maybe he was uncomfortable working with a woman? Did he find me intimidating how most people found Miss Makima to be?

Angel looked surprised at my question but he nodded wordlessly and continued walking beside me as if nothing was wrong. Maybe he was tired? I knew he had an aversion to working before we were even sent on this mission together.

"I'm glad I got paired with you."

I was so caught off guard by what he said that I almost did a double take. "Me? Why?"

Angel shrugged. "Because you don't force me to engage in small talk or ask me relentless questions."

I smiled. This was the closest thing to a compliment I would likely ever get from him. "Aki told me you're not one for small talk. I get it, I'm not either."

Though he wasn't smiling, and I wasn't sure if he was capable, his eyes did look a bit brighter than they were before. But something about his posture was different. He was standing slightly bent at the waist.

Almost like he needed to go pee.

I doubted that was the case however because being a devil, I'm sure he wouldn't mind excusing himself.

We made a full circle around the park when Angel decided to sit on a nearby bench. Rather than asking what he was doing, I decided to join him.

"Why don't you ever smile?" I blurted out without thinking, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"I'm a devil. We don't smile like humans do necessarily." He shifted on the bench where he sat. He looked extremely uncomfortable. "Y/n, I really need-"

The sound of screaming in the distance cut him off. I quickly turned my attention towards a woman grabbing her child and running away from what appeared to be a small devil.

I grabbed the sword I used to kill low-level devils and ran towards it before it decided to potentially attack. Even if it was a weak devil, it could still do significant harm to an average civilian, especially when a child was involved.

I wasted no time stabbing it through with my sword, killing it instantly. It was a small carrot devil. Likely born of a child's disdain for carrots.

I turned around, seeing Angel still sitting on the bench looking disinterested as usual. This time I couldn't help but feel annoyed that he didn't even try to back me up in case I needed help.

He just sat there like he wasn't working.

I cleaned my sword off before approaching him, not trying to hide my anger.

"You have a job to do as well, you know? You didn't even bother making sure I didn't need help!"

"You clearly had it under control." His body language was even more tense than earlier. Maybe it was because I was upset with him.

"What if there was another one waiting to ambush me? Do you always let your female colleagues do the heavy lifting?"

"This has nothing to do you you being a woman." He frowned, clearly not used to being confronted. "I'd rather not have this conversation right now."

"Fine." I sat down on the bench beside him. Then suddenly I remembered something Aki had told me about Angel.

He was extremely ticklish. So much so that even a slight poke to the ribs would make him flinch. I wasn't exactly sure how Aki discovered that but I was curious.

I sat down beside him and poked him in the ribs. Just as Aki said, he flinched violently and grabbed my hand. "Y/n please don-"

I pulled my hand away and poked him in the neck this time, laughing when he tried to turn away from me. "This is what you get for not helping me."

"You...you were capable of handling it by yourself!" He said as he continued to try and squirm away from me. "Please, y/n I'm begging you..."

"What?" I pretended I couldn't hear him through his uncontrollable laughter. It was the first time I had even seen him smile, much less laugh.

He had a very attractive smile.

I moved my hands down to his stomach and began poking him as he continued to thrash, trying to get away from me.

"Y/n!" He yelled frantically, making me pause.

Before I could ask what was wrong, I heard him gasp and look down at his lap. I was confused at first until I saw it.

The area where he was sitting was...wet? Did he-

I stared in horror as I realized I had just tickled him to the point that he wet himself.

Angel covered his face in shame as his dress pants became saturated with his own urine. I could hear the hissing sound it made as well as the splash of it hitting the ground.

Suddenly a lot of things made sense. When we first got to the park, he asked me about a restroom under the guise that he needed to wash his hands. It also made sense why he was standing so awkwardly like he needed to pee.

"I'm sorry..." I said awkwardly while he continued to wet himself, still covering his face. I felt guilty for humiliating him like that.

It took him a few minutes to finally fully empty his bladder. But even after he stopped peeing, he refused to look up, instead keeping his face in his hands and letting his hair hide what his hands didn't.

"I'm sorry Angel." I repeated, ironically spotting a bathroom not too far away. "There's a restroom nearby. Why don't you get cleaned up?"

When Angel finally moved his hands away from his face, I noticed he was bright red. "I can't let Miss Makima see me like this." Despite appearing calm, I could hear his voice shake slightly.

"I know." I sighed, feeling even worse. "I'll get you a change of clothes."

I stood up and held my hand out for him, pulling him to his feet. "I'm really sorry. I didn't know you needed to pee. Why didn't you say something?"

Angel just looked away, indicating that he didn't want to talk about it. I understood. He was humiliated enough. At least he didn't seem like he was angry with me, he seemed more embarrassed than anything.

When we made it to the bathrooms, he awkwardly thanked me for helping him and we both agreed to never speak of it again. Especially not around Aki or Makima.

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Faulty Armor

Sandor Celgane/The Hound (Game of Thrones) & Male Reader omorashi

Summary: The reader has to attempt to help a very desperate Sandor get his warped armor off after a battle.

The second I opened my eyes, I knew today was going to be a hectic and crazy day for an armorer. There was a battle the previous day so I was prepared to spend the entire day up until the evening repairing armor or explaining to the client why it couldn't be fixed.

What I was not expecting was The Hound to be there. By himself.

He was every bit as intimidating as the rumors I had heard about him. He naturally towered over almost everyone, myself included, and he was quiet with a very serious look on his face.

"You, boy."

I looked at him, unsure of what he wanted. "Me?" I asked before realizing I was the only person in the room.

"I'm not talking to the fucking mannequins am I?" the Hound had an almost pained look on his face I noticed. The way he was standing was somewhat awkward. He was leaning forward like he was in pain "Help me get this armor off so I can take a fucking piss."

Now his posture made more sense. I approached him, realizing there was a giant dent on the front of his leg armor making it not only impossible to relieve himself out of- it was impossible to remove without very meticulous and careful chiseling. I wasn't sure if I could get it off quickly enough before his bladder gave in.

I swallowed nervously. It wasn't going to be an easy task at all but I had to help him with it.

"What exactly happened?" I asked as I got closer, noticing that the armor was bent in a way where it was putting direct pressure on his bladder. It looked painful even if he didn't need to relieve himself.

"Some drunken fool took my sword away and when I tried to get it back from him, he somehow managed to dent my armor by hitting it with the back of my sword." The Hound shifted on his feet. "I was told that you, (y/n) would be able to help."

I nodded, trying to appear confident in myself. It was going to be a lot of work trying to pry the metal back out of the way. If I couldn't pry it then I would have to use heat and in an area like that, the slightest mistake could leave him with a nasty burn.

"Can you sit like that?"

He approached a chair and slowly sat down in it but I noticed the pained expression when he did so. I knew that meant he really needed to relieve himself so I needed to work fast.

"Y/n I can't sit like this for too long." I could hear his desperation in his voice so I quickly got to work. The last thing I wanted to do was risk making him angry. I knew what he was rumored to be like on the battlefield.

"I know. I'll be as quick as I can." I grabbed a hammer and a chisel and tried to position my hand in a way where I could try and bend his armor back enough that maybe it wouldn't put so much pressure on his bladder.

He hissed in pain but didn't attempt to move away. I gave a brief apology before continuing to try and loosen his armor. I could tell how uncomfortable he was by his posture and body language. Despite that though he was calm.

When I got to a spot close to his bladder, he tensed up but didn't try and stop me. "I'm being as careful as I can be." I reassured him. "It's really dented."

"Just get this fucking shit off so I can take a piss." He mumbled, clearly not interested in talking to me which I understood.

"Yes, sir." I responded, feeling a small wave of fear come over me. It didn't seem like he wanted to harm me but I still didn't want to risk it. I also didn't want to be the reason he had to clean piss out of his armor.

I continued attempting to pry his armor off but it seemed like everything I tried failed. The last thing I wanted was for him to get angry with me if he ended up wetting himself.

There was no way I stood a chance against him even in his weakened state. Hell, most people I knew would be no match for him either.

I continued to chisel at his armor for what felt like 10 minutes but it would barely budge.

"Y/n, I can't continue to sit like this." He warned. I could hear the sound of his armor moving as he bounced his leg desperately, upgrading from tapping his foot.

"I know, I'm hurrying." I paused before adding. "I think I almost have it." Whether I was attempting to convince myself or him, I wasn't sure.

I continued to work at loosening his armor, which still didn't want to budge, when he suddenly tensed up. I paused, looking at him noticing he was starting to sweat. "Forget getting the damned armor off. Just get it to where I can piss."

I nodded, swallowing nervously because I didn't know how to tell him that without getting his entire armor off, I couldn't do it. There was physically no way. Not without cutting a hole in the front of it at least. I knelt down in front of him to try and loosen the warped metal but it just wouldn't cooperate. When I did, I heard him hiss through his teeth before I heard the distinct sound of something dripping against his armor.

It was quiet, I almost wasn't sure I heard it until I saw the way he was moving. He tried crossing his legs but with his armor, it clearly didn't help at all only making him more frustrated. "What's taking so damn long?" His voice sounded more frantic than irritated. I could tell he was on the verge of losing control.

I wasn't sure what to say did I lie to him and tell him I'll have it off soon; or do I tell him the truth? He was clearly at his limit and judging by the sounds I heard, he was about to lose control.

"Y/n! Can you get this damned armor off or not??" He yelled, making me jump slightly.

"I don't think I'll be able to get it off....in time." I said carefully, stepping back in case he decided to try and attack me. It wasn't likely but I didn't want to take any chances.

He stood up and doubled over, trying in vain to get his own armor off. At first I was confused as to what he was doing- until I realized he likely couldn't hold it anymore.

Seconds later, the room was filled with the sound of urine splashing against his armor accompanied by a sigh of relief coming from The Hound. I turned away to allow him privacy but I could still hear the sound of urine now splashing on the floor.

It continued for what felt like an hour but was really only about 5 minutes. His stream finally started to slow, leaving a puddle completely surrounding him.

But he didn't look angry or upset with me. If anything, he looked relieved. His posture was relaxed and he was no longer tapping his feet.

"Your floors..." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I-"

"It's fine." I interrupted with a smile, relieved that he wasn't angry with me. "Now, let's finish getting your armor off."

It took me an additional half an hour at least before he was able to finally remove the bottom half of his armor, which now reeked of piss. Rather than go through the trouble of cleaning it, he instead bought another set.

I cleaned up the puddle of urine despite his insistence that he wouldn't mind doing it. I knew in about an hour I'd be flooded with clients and the last thing I wanted was for them to see the giant puddle of urine.

"Thanks, y/n." He said quietly before he left.

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Someone who cares

Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan) x female reader omorashi

Summary: Levi's girlfriend tries to help him get through his bladder problems.

Mild angst warning.

"Levi?" I knocked on his door softly. It had been a while since I had last heard him move around which meant he was either asleep or purposefully avoiding me.

I sighed, debating on whether to open up the door or come back later when he was in a better mood.

The day started out fine. We woke up and decided to go to the market together which is something we often do in our spare time. Everything was going fine until Levi suddenly needed the bathroom out of nowhere.

I tried my best to help wheel him to the bathroom on time but by the time we got there, he couldn't hold it anymore and ended up wetting himself before we were anywhere near a bathroom. It wasn't the first time this had happened.

I was confident no one noticed it but that didn't keep him from being so humiliated about it that he refused to look at me for the rest of the day. Any time I tried talking to him, he would give brief responses before leaving the room.

I turned to walk away from the door when it finally opened. Levi was standing, using his cane rather than his wheelchair.

"Y/n?" He looked like he was surprised to see me.

"Levi, can we please talk about...earlier?"

He immediately tensed up and looked away, which told me he was about to shut down again. I wasn't going to allow that to happen.

"There's nothing to talk about." He sat back down on our bed so I sat beside him, making sure to give him space because I knew he hated being touched in moments like this.

"I understand why you're embarrassed about it but you shouldn't be. Levi, I'm your partner. You should feel safe coming to me with your problems but you hide them."

"What are you talking -"

I cut him off, feeling my frustration starting to rise. "You didn't tell me you needed to go when we were at the market until you couldn't hold it anymore. Why? Why do you do this to yourself? Why don't you trust me enough to let me help you?"

Levi was silent, avoiding eye contact with me. I knew he was uncomfortable and I hated that I was the source of it but I also knew this conversation needed to be had.

I reached and gently grabbed one of his hands, running my fingers over the back of it. "I'm not asking you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Just speak up when you need the bathroom and I'll help you. Don't just sit there and wait until you can't hold it anymore."

Levi nodded, still avoiding eye contact with me. I could see a faint blush on his cheeks. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the forehead before deciding to leave and give him space. Though he wouldn't admit it out loud- I knew how shy he was about his needs.

After that I left the room to give him some space. All cornering him would do is make him lock down more.

A few hours passed before I decided to cook his favorite meal. I started preparing everything when I realized I was missing the key ingredients.

"Y/n?"

I turned to see Levi in the doorway. This time he was in his wheelchair rather than walking. He had his good days and his bad days in terms of being able to walk.

"Yes?" I noticed the look of regret on his face. It was something I had become very familiar with seeing lately. This wasn't the first time I had tried to have this conversation with him.

"About the market earlier..."

"I'm not upset with you." I stopped him, knowing he was about to apologize. "I just don't want you to put off your needs like that constantly."

"I know." He sighed, fidgeting with his hands how he often did when he was uncomfortable. "I'll say something next time."

"Thank you." I smiled as I went back to debating on whether to make something else or go back to the market to grab some.

"What are you making?"

"Your favorite, chazuke!"

Levi looked at me, a sparkle in his eye despite his lack of a smile. "Thank you but don't you need salmon for that?"

"I was going to go back to the market to grab some. Wanna come with?" I decided in that moment after seeing his face light up that I had to make it.

He looked skeptical but he eventually agreed. It was a short walking distance from the house so getting there wasn't too inconvenient. Plus the weather was nice so it was a great opportunity for me and Levi to go out together again. Especially now that the sun was starting to set.

"Remember what you promised." I reminded him as we got ready to leave.

Levi blushed slightly and avoided eye contact but he nodded which was satisfactory enough for me. I walked behind him, pushing his wheelchair while we made small talk until we reached the market.

"Do you need anything?" I asked.

Levi shook his head. I started to notice something was off about him. He started acting nervous, which I knew he often got in crowds. I rested a hand on his shoulder to try and offer subtle comfort. He was shaking slightly, I noticed.

The market was surprisingly busier than it was when we had come earlier on in the day. While I walked around, Levi started fidgeting slightly in his chair. It was subtle at first but it became pretty obvious eventually. "Do you need to pee?" I whispered softly so no one around could hear.

"Yeah." He admitted with an urgency to his voice.

"Are you having another bladder spasm?" I really hoped that wasn't the case because I knew how they usually affected him. They either caused him mild pain or caused him to completely pee his pants. There was never a middle ground.

"I don't know...I'm not sure but it started feeling really urgent out of nowhere." He looked around, presumably for a bathroom. "Y/n...." His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "I really really need..."

I cut him off by quickly wheeling him towards the nearest public bathrooms. I knew Levi hated using them because they were dirty but I had to imagine it was better than the alternative.

I could see Levi trying his best to stay still but he kept shifting, wiggling his hips, even crossing his legs. I pretended not to notice as we made our way to the bathrooms. There was a small line, which made him audibly sigh in disappointment.

"Can you wait in line this long?"

He looked up at me with pleading eyes that told me all I needed to know.

"Okay...well maybe there's another bathroom nearby. Can you wait just a few more minutes while I look?"

"I'll try."

I quickly pulled him out of the bathroom line, scanning the area for any alternative bathrooms that didn't have a line. I knew Levi wasn't going to ask if he could skip someone else in line and I didn't want to see him wet himself again because of how down on himself he gets afterwards.

"Are you okay?" I asked whilst still trying to find somewhere he could pee.

His legs were crossed so tightly that it looked painful. His hands were balled into fists, clutching the material of his pants close to his crotch.

"Hurry. Please."

The please was so soft that I barely heard him. It was rare hearing Levi sound so vulnerable and meek. I reached down and rubbed his shoulder. "It's okay you're going to be fine."

A large bathroom sign caught my eye. I quickly rushed over to it with Levi, who now had a flushed red face. He was probably embarrassed.

"Hey...there's a bathroom just up ahead." I shouted enthusiastically.

Levi didn't say anything or even acknowledge that he heard me. I glanced down out of curiosity and saw a small wet spot blooming on his crotch. His pants were dark so it was hard to see until it started getting bigger.

"Dammit." I saw one of Levi's hands start to shake with the effort it was taking to keep holding it. "I can't...I won't make it, y/n."

"You will." I continued pushing him until we finally painstakingly made it to the bathroom. Unfortunately, Levi already had a steady stream coming from him at that point. It was far too late for the bathroom by then.

I took my jacket off and draped it over him so he could at least have some measure of privacy while he soaked himself and his wheelchair in the middle of the public market. Unsure of what else to do, I quickly ran to a nearby stand and picked up the missing ingredients for the chazuke that I was missing.

When I returned to Levi a few minutes later, he looked more uncomfortable than before. I held up the salmon to show him I had gotten it in hopes of cheering him up.

It didn't help and seemingly only made the situation worse. "We can go back home now."

It was painfully quiet the entire way back home. Levi immediately went to take a shower, leaving me to finish cooking since I now had the necessary ingredients.

By the time I was finished, Levi still hadn't come out of the bathroom. I knew he didn't take long showers so I decided to go check on him. I knocked on the door gently. "Levi? The food is almost ready."

He opened the door and my (eye color) met bloodshot red eyes. Has he been crying??

"I didn't intend for that to happen."

Before Levi could continue, I pulled him into a hug. It was a gentle but firm one that he eagerly returned. I rubbed his back with one hand and played with his hair with the other.

I was surprised when he started trembling in my arms. Then he started sniffing and...was he crying??

I had seen Levi go through PTSD flashbacks, nightmares, and injuries without flinching. What could possibly have gotten him so worked up?

"I'm sorry, y/n." His voice broke so he cleared his throat despite the obvious signs that he was crying. "I ruined it again."

"No you didn't." I whispered, still threading my fingers through his hair. "It was an accident. That could have happened to anyone. It could have just as easily happened to me."

"I hate it so much." He sobbed, not bothering to hide it anymore. It was so unusual hearing him cry at all- much less sob. "It's so humiliating. I didn't need to go until we got there!"

"Shhh." I rocked our bodies from side to side while I held him. "I know you don't believe me fully when I tell you this but it doesn't bother me. At all. I know you have it in your head that I'm disgusted by you or that I think less of you but I don't. I couldn't."

Levi didn't say anything else, only continued to softly cry in my arms for a few more minutes before finally pulling away and wiping angrily at his eyes.

"Stop." I pulled his fists away from his eyes and lowered them to his side. "It's okay to cry. I'm really proud of you for letting that out."

"Thank you, y/n. For everything. I really mean it...I don't know what I would do without you." He leaned in for a kiss which I gladly gave him.

"I'm always here for you, Levi. We can look into solutions for this together. Maybe it's worth seeing a doctor in the future if you keep having this problem."

He nodded in agreement and I wiped the rest of his tears away. "Come on, we have chazuke to eat!"

This time he did offer a small smile at the mention of his favorite food.

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Hold It

Osamu Dazai (Bungo Stray Dogs) x fem!reader omorashi

Summary: Dazai has a piss kink so the reader makes him hold it.

This is my first reader insert so constructive criticism is 1000% allowed!As always. :)

"What did you think about the movie?" I asked Dazai as we left the theatre together. It was one of the rare days we both had off so he suggested that we should go see a movie.

"Eh." He shrugged. "It was alright but nothing I haven't seen a hundred times before."

"Yeah and I feel like some of the characters were only killed off to make the audience sad. But we didn't even know who they were." I couldn't help but smile at the fact that this was technically our first date. Judging by the look on his face, he looked to be enjoying himself too.

He suddenly stopped walking as we approached the bathrooms. "I'll catch up with you y/n, I'm going to go pee before we leave."

After he mentioned needing the bathroom, it suddenly made sense as to why he couldn't sit still for the last half hour of the movie. Knowing Dazai though, it was likely on purpose. Something I noticed about Dazai even before he admitted that he has a kink for holding it- was that he tended to hold his bladder a lot more than normal.

A week ago he admitted to me that he has a fetish for holding his bladder after he pissed himself as soon as he got home from work. When I confronted him asking why he didn't pee before leaving, he admitted he has a fetish.

I was surprised when I looked up to see Dazai already exiting the bathroom less than a minute after entering. There was no way he had enough time to pee, wash his hands, then leave.

"The line is too long, I'll just hold it until we get home." He said before I could ask why he was out so quickly.

"Are you sure? I noticed you needed to go during the movie...will you be able to make it back?" I got up, ready to follow him back to his car. While I was walking behind him, I noticed he was walking differently than he usually did which meant he was definitely being serious about needing to pee and not being dramatic like he tended to be.

When we made it to the car, he stopped and looked at me with a desperate look on his face.

"Y/n, do you mind driving us back?" Dazai's voice had an unfamiliar nervousness to it that I wasn't used to hearing from him.

"No, not at all. Do you need me to stop somewhere first though? You look like you really need to go." I watched as a small blush spread across his face as he sat down in the passenger seat and crossed his legs.

"I only live 15 minutes away, I can hold it until I get home." Though his voice sounded unsure, I shrugged and pulled out of the parking lot.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him tapping his fingers, shifting in his seat, constantly changing sitting positions.

"Dazai?"

"Hm?"

"Did you do this on purpose?"

A small smile spreading across his face told me all that I needed to know. He was holding it on purpose because he enjoyed the feeling of relief when he finally got to pee. "I don't know what you're talking abo-" he trailed off when I accidentally hit a bump pulling out of the parking lot. "Fuck..." He hissed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see it." I reached over and patted his back.

"It's fine...just caught me off guard." Dazai leaned forward in his seat with his legs crossed. "I shouldn't have drank the entire thing so fast."

"Are you sure you'll make it all the way home? You already look like you're about to pee your pants." I moved my hand up from his back to run my fingers through his soft hair.

Dazai shrugged before shifting in his seat again. "Would you mind stopping at the next gas station?" He bit his lip and hissed through his teeth. "I really really need to pee."

"I know." I moved my hand from his hair and put it back on the steering wheel. "On a scale of 1-10, how bad is it?"

"I would say about an 8 or so." He looked out the window, leaning forward in his seat. "There...stop at that gas station please!"

I smiled sweetly at him before accelerating, watching the panic spread across his face when he realized I wasn't going to stop. If he actually wanted me to stop, he would have used the safe word we discussed when he first admitted he liked bladder control. Underneath the panic, I could see the delight on his face that I didn't stop.

"Y/n!!!" His voice indicated he was distraught but the look in his eyes said he was enjoying every second of this. "You're so mean, trying to embarrass me by making me pee myself."

"Mean?" I asked, pretending to be offended. "This is mean." I hit the play button on my phone that was hooked up to his car and water noises filled the car. Running water, trickling water, rain, and ocean noises played on shuffle. I smirked when I saw the horrified look on his face.

"You're not helping!" Dazai reached to turn the volume down but I grabbed his hand before he could.

"You're the one who likes holding it. What's wrong? Are you afraid you won't make it back home?" I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying this just as much as I was. Especially when I teased him about not being able to hold it.

"Of course I'll make it back home." Dazai shifted in his seat again. When he wasn't paying attention, I discreetly glanced between his legs to see if there was any wetness between them. As I was looking, he turned and made eye contact with me, smirking.

I couldn't help but blush slightly when he caught me staring at his crotch. I quickly went back to looking at the road.

"I wasn't...I was just looking to see if you were still dry." I said, only to feel myself blushing harder. I cleared my throat to try and compose myself. "We're almost home."

"Thank goodness. My stomach is starting to hurt." Dazai rubbed his abdomen before leaning forward in his seat. "Why does it have to hurt and feel so good at the same time?"

The rest of the drive was silent aside from the sounds coming from Dazai, who was still trying to fight with his body for control of his bladder. He kept alternating between crossing his legs, putting a hand between them, and occasionally making small sounds of desperationd. When I had to brake harder, he would hiss through his teeth.

By the time we got back to his apartment, he was sweating and his body had started trembling with the effort of holding it.

"Y/n I'm about to pee my pants!" He groaned after I parked the car. I got out and opened his door for him since both of his hands were currently glued to his crotch.

"It's okay Osamu, you're doing so good." I helped him get out of the car as slow and gentle as I could. Despite Dazai being into holding it, he did tell me from the beginning that he didn't like to wet himself in public.

Dazai tried to stand up straight but that ended in his bending over and squeezing himself again with a loud groan. "Y/n I don't think I can hold it anymore."

I saw a look of panic spread on his face before looking down and seeing a wet spot spreading under his hands.

I grabbed his arm and practically drug him inside the building towards the elevator. He didn't protest and let me lead him there while one of his hands was still glued to his damp crotch.

By some stroke of luck, the elevator ended up being on the first floor. I pushed the button while still holding Dazai's arm. "You're doing so good." I repeated, knowing he liked praise.

While the elevator was going up, Dazai paced around it the entire time, mumbling about how full his bladder was. I recall hearing him simply saying "I need to pee" at least 4 different times.

When the elevator stopped, he practically pushed through the doors and made his way to his door before fishing for his keys while dancing from foot to foot.

I noticed that the back of his pants between his legs was damp, meaning he was on the verge of losing it entirely. I stood back and watched him dance and grow more frustrated with himself before he turned to me with glassy eyes.

"The keys....they're in my pocket. Can you-"

I nodded and reached into his pocket before pulling the keys out and very slowly unlocking the door while I heard him dancing behind me.

"Thank FUCK!" Dazai sprinted towards the bathroom but I grabbed his hand before getting in front of him and blocking the bathroom. "Y/n, please! I can't hold it. I'm being serious." He pressed his legs together again when I saw more urine run down his legs. By now the entire front of his pants to his mid-thighs were soaked.

"Please let me go!" He begged, looking panicked. "I'm being serious y/n I'm going to...." Dazai squeezed himself harder to the point where it nearly looked painful; but it wasn't enough. Dazai's face suddenly softened from a panicked look to one of resignation and relief.

I heard the sound of water hitting the floor, followed by a loud hissing sound and obscene noises of relief coming from Dazai as he finally got his relief.

I moved closer to him and put my arms around him when he started to look like he may collapse from the relief of the pressure. "Fuck." He moaned while I smiled and combed some fingers through his soft curls.

"Feel better Osamu?" I asked when the hissing splashing sound started to slow down.

"You have no idea." He turned to rest his head in the crook of my neck while I rubbed his back, careful to avoid the puddle between his legs. When Dazai finished, he stepped out of the puddle, shaking his leg to get the last few drops out so he didn't spread it across the floor. "I'll...take care of this.." he started.

"Why don't we take a shower together now? I'll help you get cleaned up." I offered him with a smirk before leaning in and whispering in his ear, "I'll make you feel even better. We can worry about the mess after we're done."

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Captive

Sean MacGuire (Red Dead Redemption 2) & male reader omorashi

Summary: The reader tries to get Sean to talk by making him drink a ton of water without allowing him to pee until he talks.

Warning: This fic involves mild, non graphic torture and themes of captivity/kidnapping.

"MacGuire."

I said as I approached Sean, the man who I had been trying to get information out of for the past few hours.

He didn't even flinch when he saw me. If anything, he looked almost excited which wasn't the typical reaction I got from captives.

"Y/n." He said with his signature sarcastic undertone. "Colm's boy."

"Why don't you make this easy on us both and just tell me where your little gang is hiding out?"

Sean laughed, showing off his missing tooth that had been pulled out during a previous interrogation. Even that didn't make him talk. He was one frustrating bastard to have as a hostage. "Go to hell."

"Why do you do this to yourself? No one is going to come and rescue you so you may as well start talking."

He opened his mouth as if he were going to speak but rather than doing so, he spit at me. "I already told ya. Go. To. Hell."

I sat there, stunned and trying to think of anything I could to get him to talk. He wouldn't respond to pain, obviously. I watched him for a few seconds before I noticed something.

Sean was moving in a particular way. He would occasionally very subtly shift from side to side, which have me a brilliant idea.

I stood up quickly, earning a surprised look from Sean, and grabbed a cup. I made sure it was nearly overflowing with water before returning to Sean.

"You look thirsty."

"What kind of poison did you put in there?" Sean looked more intrigued than terrified. He may not look like much but he's one of the tougher captives I had ever dealt with.

"None. I just thought you looked thirsty and I can't have you dying on me, now can I?"

Before Sean could make any sarcastic remarks, I grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open, dumping most of the water down his throat. It spilled everywhere and he coughed afterwards but it seemed to work.

Sean instantly started looking more uncomfortable. He definitely already needed to piss as I had suspected going by his body language.

I pretended to look upset at the water still dripping down his chin. I frowned. "You spilled quite a bit. Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from."

"It's just water?"

I laughed. "I can't kill you because I need you to talk."

I pretended to be distracted by something in the distance, seeing him trying to subtly squirm out of the corner of my eye.

"And when I don't?"

"I have all day." I said with a smile. "You look awfully uncomfortable."

"I love being tied up as much as the next fella but sitting in one position is making my legs cramp."

It was somewhat amusing how Sean never tried to drop his 'I don't care' attitude.

"Could it be for another reason?" I stood up and approached him, sticking my foot out close to his bladder. A threat. "Does someone need to use the bathroom?"

Sean instinctively moved out of my way, making me laugh. "You're more transparent than you think. Just tell me where Dutch is hiding out and this can all be over."

This time rather than trying to fight back or make a sarcastic remark, he spit at me. In retaliation, I pressed my foot into his bladder. He hissed through his teeth and tried to move away.

"Where. Is. Dutch?" I asked, adding more pressure between every word.

When he still refused to answer, I removed my foot off of his bladder. There weren't any signs on his pants that he had leaked yet so I had plenty of time to continue trying to pry from him.

"It doesn't have to be like this. If you tell me, I might even be able to keep you around. You'll be not much more than a stable boy at first but overtime you can work your way up in the ranks." I grabbed the cup and held it so he can see it. "Think about it while I get you some more water."

I waited until I was out of sight to watch him squirm in his restraints. There wasn't much he could do so he resorted to crossing his legs and rocking his hips back and forth. Judging by how frequently he was moving, he was about to lose control of his bladder.

I filled the cup up with more water before approaching him again.

"You're about to piss your pants aren't you?"

Sean jumped, clearly not expecting me to be back yet. Then he laughed before abruptly stopping. "Are you some sort of piss-pervert? Do you get off on watching other men pi-"

I cut him off by grabbing his face and forcing his head backwards and pouring more water down his throat.

"I'd suggest keeping your jokes to yourself MacQuire. Believe it or not, this is me being kind to you."

Sean didn't bother pretending he wasn't desperate at this point. I noticed he had started to sweat and bounce both of his legs. "Fuckin' hell, y/n."

"As I said before, if you talk then you can relieve yourself. It's that simple. Would you rather sit in your piss for days? Weeks?"

"I'm not ratting out my family." Sean said, this time sounding completely serious. "Do whatever you like to me but I'm not putting their lives in danger."

I grabbed the cup that I made him drink from and noticed there was still some water in it. I sloshed it around audibly, making him wince.

An audible gasp came from his mouth and I saw a small wet spot grow on the front of his pants. He looked panicked for a moment before he regained control. "Fuck."

I dumped the rest of the water on the ground, slowly so the sound lingered. "You poor thing. I don't think you'll make it."

Sean crossed his legs as best as he could but it didn't seem to help because he kept moving as if he was trying to put more pressure on his crotch to stop the impending accident.

"Fuck you."

The wet spot on his lap began spreading, this time covering his entire lap. Despite trying his best to regain control over it, his bladder had clearly had enough.

I stared in amazement as the puddle rapidly began spreading around him. Rather than looking humiliated, Sean just looked relieved. I understood because the puddle was pretty big. He must've been dying to go for hours now.

"That was impressive. You lasted longer than I thought." I smiled at him the same way he did to me at first. Condescending.

"And where's Dutch? Where's the rest of your gang? I hope they see you before your pants dry." I said as I began to walk off. No matter what I did, I knew he wasn't going to talk today.

If only I knew then that the gang would somehow sneak in and rescue him while I was distracted. When I came back, he was gone. No one around had any idea where he had gone to.

"Next time, MacQuire." I said as I stared at the puddle he made.

Aaaaand just like that I'm all caught up on my writings! Woohoo!