pairing:lee bodecker x reader w/c:1,600 this is an explicit fic. 18+ only. part of my (closed) lake house getaway. warnings:omorashi (piss kink/holding kink), ddlg undertones, daddy kink, degredation a/n:based off the prompt ‘lee bodecker + patience’. thank you to a dear friend (who will remain unnamed) for brainstorming with me and providing some of the lines. you know who you are, you’re awesome. please be kind to me, this is my first time exploring my omorashi kink in writing. not beta read.
It had been a nice day.
Lee had taken you to the next town over for lunch, where a new diner had opened up and then a picnic in the nearby park.
Going out with Daddy was your favourite.
You’d have little adventures with him, and one way or another, you always ended up with a full tummy and pussy full of Daddy’s cream at the end of the day.
Although Daddy had been a little mean. He’d pumped you full of multiple water bottles, opening a new one as soon as you finished the last one.
It was nice to stay hydrated in the sweltering heat, but your bladder quickly started to fill with the never-ending succession of water entering your system.
By the time you returned to his cruiser, the sun beginning to set in the skyline, your thighs were clenching together.
You really needed to pee.
“Daddy.. Can we stop at a bathroom, please?” You begged, watching the way Lee’s eyes raked over you, a smirk forming on his lips at the sight of your tensed legs.
“No. You have to hold it, princess. We can use the bathroom at the station. I need to drop in on my way home.” There was something about the sultry drop in Lee’s tone that had your core tight for another reason. Daddy always affected you like this, your body responding to the slightest changes in his voice.
You waddled into the car, letting out a little whine as you got into the passenger seat, the pressure worsening. “Daddy… m’really need to go..”
“I said no,” Lee snapped, gripping your chin with his thick fingers. They still smelt like your wetness from when he fingered you in the park earlier. “I know you’re a dumb fuckin’ baby, so maybe you didn’t understand Daddy the first time. You will fuckin’ hold it.”
Tears welled in your eyes, your hips squirming into the plush seat.
Ithurt. Your fingers dug into your thighs as you whimpered.
“Tell Daddy what you’re gonna do, princess.”
“M’gonna hold it.”
Lee tapped your cheek with his fingers, giving a toothy grin. “That’s right, darlin’. You’re gonna hold it and not ruin Daddy’s seats. Otherwise, you’re in for a hard spakin’.”
You sat back in your seat, whining when you buckled your seatbelt, and Lee started the cruiser. The vibrations mixed with the pressure from the fabric made your need to go so much worse, and you looked longingly at the public bathroom as Lee pulled away from the park.
“Have some more water, princess,” Lee demanded, holding out the bottle to you. This had to be your sixth bottle by now, and it had your stomach churning as tears of frustration and need threatened to spill over.
“But.. But I’m so full, Daddy.” You took the bottle with shaky hands, watching the liquid swish against the plastic, the sight only making you want to piss more.
“You’re full when I say you’re full. We’ve got thirty minutes before we get back, and I don’t want you getting dehydrated in the sun,” Lee eyed your tears that began to trickle down your cheeks, letting out a low chuckle. “Fuckin’ crybaby. You need to piss so fuckin’ bad you’re crying about it? You’re just makin’ Daddy wanna pull over and fuck you ‘til you piss everywhere like a brainless puppy without housetrainin’.”
You sniffled with a hiccup, rubbing your eyes. “Bein’ mean, Daddy.”
“Oh c’mon, princess. I know how wet you get when Daddy treats you like a fuckin’ dog.”
He was right. Oh, he was so fucking right.
From his words alone there was a wetness pooling in your panties, a wetness that was going to get a lot worse if you didn’t get a bathroom soon.
“Now make Daddy proud and drink up. Don’t make me ask again.”
You knew that tone. The ‘do what I saw and don’t fuck with me’ attitude that Lee fell into when he’d had enough of playing around.
You wanted to make Daddy proud so fucking badly.
So, you took the cap off the bottle, ignoring the screaming pulses from your bladder as you swallowed the clear liquid.
Oh,fuck, this was so much worse.
A cold sweat began to form on your clammy skin, sweat beading on your forehead as you threw your head back against the seat and squeezed your eyes shut.
Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.
The chanting didn’t make the twinging pain lessen. Your free hand gripped your thigh, nails digging in hard enough to leave crescent marks in your flesh.
Not even the low drawl of the music on the radio could distract your mind enough from how much you needed to pee.
Maybe you could just let out a little? But Daddy would know. Daddy always knew. And you didn’t want to ruin the seats of Lee’s cruiser. He’d be so disappointed.
God knows how, but you kept drinking until the bottle crinkled empty. Time was an illusion as all you focused on was clenching as hard as you could the entire drive.
Lee may have been speaking to you, but nothing registered as your breathing turned laboured.
Everything hurt. Your entire being felt as if you could combust with how badly you needed to piss.
You couldn’t piss yourself. It was shameful – humiliating. Daddy told you to hold it so you would. But God, you really needed to go.
You let out a whimper as Lee parked outside the station.
Finally.
Your toes were curling in your trainers as you wiped your damp hands off on your blue sundress.
This was fine. You could make it.
But as Lee opened your car door and helped you out, you realised you wouldn’t make it if you didn’t find a bathroom right now.
“Daddy,please, need da’bathroom,” your weak voice sounded, taking little steps as you clutched at your stomach.
“Patience, princess. Daddy just needs to say hi first.”
A sorrowful no left your lips as Lee pulled you into the main room, where there were several desks, and multiple deputies milling about on the evening shift.
“Sheriff,” one of them tipped their hat in greeting, and you watched in horror as Lee just stood there chatting with them.
You tried to sneak off, but Lee kept a firm grip on your arm that kept you unable to flee.
Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.
The sound of the bubbling water cooler invaded your ears like nails on a chalkboard as one of Lee’s deputies filled a cup of water, bringing it to you with a small smile. “You look thirsty, ma’am. It’s awful hot out there.”
Lee’s gaze turned to you. “Well, look at that fine hospitality. Drink up, darlin’, don’t wanna be rude now, do ya?”
You didn’t want to be rude. But you couldn’t.
“I—” You couldn’t even speak. Everything hurt. Your bladder pulsed painfully with each passing moment. “Thank you,” you squeaked, taking the cup with trembling hands.
It was like everyone in the station was staring at you, waiting for you to drink.
Okay, it’s just a little water. It’s fine.
You took a gulp, offering a weak smile to the deputy as he seemed content.
A wobbly gasp passed your lips as your bladder spasmed, and it felt like your heart was in your throat.
Lee was still caught up in idle conversation, and you knew how mad he got when you interrupted.
“Da—” You started, but your words got cut off by a mewl as a sharp pain shot right through you.
No no no no no no no.
You keeled over, abdomen convulsing as the first trickle of piss ran down your leg.
Oh no.
As soon as it started, you couldn’t tense anymore, your muscles weakened.
You started crying as you pissed on the linoleum floor, everyone in the room stopping to watch you.
It was everywhere. All over your dress, panties, socks and shoes, and the floor below.
Thank God none seemed to splash onto Lee.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, m’so sorry,” you sobbed, but the relief felt so good. It was as if you were euphoric as the pressure released, the pain subsiding so that all you were left with was a deep embarrassment.
You started crying harder when you looked around the room and saw Lee and his deputies laughing at you.
Lee’s hand moved to the back of your neck, grip firm as he forced you onto your knees, lowering your face so it was inches away from your mess. “What do you have to say for yourself, hm?”
“M’sorry, Daddy. Made me drink so much today, can’t hold it,” your skin felt hot with humiliation as your tears dropped into the piss below, and to your horror, more dribbled out of your bladder with a whine.
Lee’s still laughing at you as he pulls your panties tight against your cunt, watching as your piss dripped from the baby pink fabric. Your clit throbbed under the pressure. “Dumb baby can’t even hold her piss. You enjoy dirtying daddy’s work? Making a mess that needs cleanin’?”
You shake your head, your mind a mess of lust, shame and relief. You don’t think you could even talk if you tried. All you could process was how the fabric stuck uncomfortably to your skin, and everything was drenched.
“C’mon, stupid baby, stick that little tongue out and get to work lickin’ it up nice and good. If you’re a good girl, Daddy will let you hump his leg like a needy whore.”
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pairing:steve kemp x reader w/c:1,340 this is a darkfic. 18+ only. warnings:steve kemp (he’s a warning. the dude is a cannibal), kidnapping, minor injuries a/n:based off inspiration from this ask, and this ask. not beta read. and i’m tired. sorry for any mistakes. my drabble Shatteredfollows this.
You’d done it. You’d managed to get out of Steve’s clutches.
The doctor had let his guard down for just a moment when he had visited you. He’d leant down to smell your hair, and you’d managed to slip his spare access dongle from his pocket.
He’d thought you’d touched him sweetly, and he gave you a quirked smile of amusement, and you’d returned it. Because you finally had your ticket out.
You’d been paying close attention to Steve’s schedule, and when you knew he had likely left for the day, you began your escape.
That was sooooooo good! And I went and read the first Drabble you wrote for this and they lined up so perfectly!!!! Are you going to continue the series? Completely obsessed.
