#fictomo

After being dug out of the snow by Fan Chengyu, Yan Zheng found himself in a strange bed in a strange room. As he tried to pull himself upright on the bed he realized his chest and back were deeply injured and his hands and feet were burned from hypothermia. Yan Zheng suddenly became aware that his injuries were not the only discomfort he was feeling.

It was starting to become apparent to Yan Zheng that he really needed to urinate. Which he realized was not unusual for how long he had been sleeping. The thought of getting himself out of bed, down the stairs and to the latrine felt daunting in his current state. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to do it.

But before the former bodyguard could even get out of bed Chengyu walked in carrying a basin with warm water and a towel. She noticed that her patient was acting unsettled. He was seen trying to adjust his position in bed.

“Is everything alright?” Fan Changyu asked.

Yan Zheng thought for a moment about what he would say to her. He couldn’t lie, but he was rather embarrassed about his situation, but he also knew that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about his bladder situation without her help.

“I have a bit of a situation,” Yan Zheng said in a soft, calm voice, “I need to relieve myself.”

Fan Changyu felt compassionate to her patient , “do you need to do a ‘small one’ or a ‘large one’?”

Yan Zheng turned to her and softly replied, “a small one.”

Fan Changyu made her way to the coroner of the room where she picked up a large wooden bucket with a lid, referred to as a ‘matong’, and brought it towards the bed and removed the lid. She helped Yan Zheng get up and helped position him into a sitting position on the side of the bed.

“Just aim into the matong. I will be over here,” Fan Changyu informed, “I promise I won’t look.”She postioned the wooden bucket between Yan Zheng’s legs.

Changyu softly moved towards the back of the room and turned to face the door.

Zheng carefully started to undo the front of his robe, lowered the front of his trousers and untied his underwear. He sighed quietly as he started to release his bladder. He worked hard to carefully aim his pee stream into the matong. A loud tinkling sound could be heard as he successfully hit the inside of the bucket.

The former body guard had not peed since he was rescued by Changyu and it felt amazing to finally release his pent up bladder. Yan Zheng peed for over two minutes when he finally finished. He noticed that he had filled the Matong more than he had realized when he carefully placed the lid back.

“Are you done?” Chengyu asked.

“Yes,” Yan Zheng replied.

I thinkkk he's too busy to just use the bathroom whenever he wants..

During long nights patrolling Mondstadt as the Darknight Hero, Diluc ignores his body's needs for hours!! he's far too proud to duck into an alley. So he just holds it until dawn, then he finally stumbles into his own bathroom with a rare whimper of relief,, or maybe he doesn't make it 🤷‍♀️

tartaglia holding his piss all day until his bladder aches and pokes out of his abdomen, finding a secluded area to massage and press down on his bladder so that it forcefully leaks out.. Hmm

Werewolves/Alphas/Wolfmen who usually only knot during sex, except if they get really riled up — and if they knot while they’re not inside someone, the knot swells too far and blocks their urethra. And usually it’s not a problem because the knots don’t just stay for longer than a few minutes. But sometimes, if they’re dosed with a specific aphrodisiac, or they are going through a rut alone, it just… stays blocked.

Like… a guy whose knot just won’t go down, and he’s in the middle of his rut, he needs to cum, and now he really needs to pee… but he can’t do either. He’s completely blocked. Can’t cum, can’t pee. And he’s trying desperately to apply just the right kind of pressure to the knot. Pushing on it with his hands. Stuffing it into toys. Nothing works. He knows that a sure way to solve this problem would be to ask for help. Maybe he has a roommate. Or a crush. If he could just find someone who will take pity and let him stuff his knot into them, the release would be instant. But that would mean one of two things:

1) He has to hold it for several minutes, waiting for the knot to fully deflate so he can untangle himself from his partner and excuse himself to the bathroom.

2) He would just lose it inside them.

Option 1 is becoming increasingly unlikely, but option 2 is so humiliating that he can’t bring himself to ask anyone… until all he can think about is peeing. It gets to a point where he spends a day just humping every surface in his house — not even because he hopes it will unblock him, but just because at this point he’s so horny and so desperate that humping things is the only thing that brings him some momentary relief. But the pressure only gets worse. At some point he needs it so badly, it overrides any embarrassment. He would do anything to just be able to pee. And so when he does pick up the phone and asks for help, he doesn’t even think to hide the state he’s in. He’s just begging them to help him pee. Please. The knot. Nothing is coming out. He needs it all to come out.

Imagine the moment his saviour lets him enter them. The moment he pushes in the knot and it just unblocks. His balls and his bladder, both full to bursting, pushing out liquid at full pressure. He’s not even thrusting, he just pushes himself in as deep as he can go, eyes glazed over, moaning, panting as he empties himself. It takes so long his partner asks if he’s done yet.

“Not done. Can’t stop”, he manages, breathless. “Please… fuck, please don’t make me stop.”

OR

The knot being a permanent thing, during ruts at least, so the wolfmen are basically dependent on a partner or some other kind of help to relieve themselves during ruts. Maybe there are some toys that help, but they don’t always work. Imagine your colleague is a wolfman who up until now has tried to live a normal life by human standards. But now he’s going through a divorce. You’re friends, so every once and again he stops by your office for a chat. And one day, he’s just super fidgety, obviously uncomfortable. And suddenly he breaks down. He’s so desperate he might even start humping your leg, rambling about how “I’m sorry. It’s been days. Days. I can’t get it out. I just… I can’t… I can’t pee, I need to pee…”

And you’re left with a choice. Do you help him? And if so, do you do it right there at the office? People could walk in. The safer option would be to help him up and take him to your place. You’d have to walk him out of the office. You’d probably have to support him because he’s having trouble walking at this point. You could get him to your apartment, coaxing him onwards. Telling him it’s ok, he can do this, you’re almost there, it’s just a few more minutes. Gently pulling his hands away when he can’t help holding himself, even though there’s no danger of leaks. All the while he’s given up all pretense that he’s ok. He’s groaning in desperation. Panting. He keeps thanking you. And begging you to hurry.

And when you’re at your place, imagine how difficult it would be for him to not ram his knot into you as fast as possible. He wants to. So badly. But you’re already doing so much for him. He doesn’t want to hurt you. So he works himself into you inch by inch, whimpering with need the whole time. When the knot finally slips in, you both freeze, staring at each other for a moment. Then you feel it: Piss starts thundering out of him, like a garden hose on high pressure. His expression still pained, he grabs your hips, anchoring himself as if he’s scared that he’ll somehow slip out of you. For a few moments, he stays like that, his body tense, pissing at full force, hands clawing into your skin. Then he exhales with a shaky sigh, a first sign that he is finally getting relief. His body starts going slack. He’s still pissing, but now he collapses against you, boneless, moaning. He won’t stop peeing for a good few minutes after. The noises he makes are absolutely orgasmic. He’s moaning, sighing, sobbing with relief. He’s still holding on to you for dear life.

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