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do you mind if i use your omo shipping meme for my fav ship? i will tag you for credit if you want!! <33

Go for it! Tag me if you like, always good to have a lil network going, even when we aren't all in same fandoms.

And there may be other questions in other versions of that post on my blog here- more tailored for ships in for example like a high fantasy universe, etc.

But yeah, absolutely knock yourself out. 🎉

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Stairway to Laundry - 2.7k - Hollanov Omorashi fic

For bulletproof exchange 25/26

Crossposted to AO3

Summary:

Established Shane and Ilya, doing omorashi (kind of competitively because of course they fucking would). A scene from a night out, and some reminiscence.

Rating: Explicit

Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV) / Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationship: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags: Omorashi, Established Relationship, Kink Discovery, Watersports, Wetting, Pissing Inside Someone, Sex Games, Loss of Control, Enemas, that bit wasn't intentional don't get excited, but it is sort of the natural consequence of the previous series of tags

Notes:

For aguntoaknifefight (swirlingvoid).

Hello! Saw you’d bookmarked at least 1 Heated Rivalry piece, so I hoped this might be to your taste. Going with established relationship post-cottage sometime (but likely pre-centaurs? Maybe in the last year Ilya plays for Boston), Established omo games Shane/Ilya Content Note: I'm not tagging for messing or scat, cuz this doesn't have that, but if you'd rather not have any reference to consequences or potential consequences of someone essentially receiving a piss enema in a fit of passion, you should take off after "He's still inside Shane." about a dozen lines from the end. Happy reading!

“Fuck, Hollander, I’m going to fucking burst.”

“No you aren’t.” Shane bites back, hip-checking Ilya as he gets his key in the door. 

“You don’t know that,” Ilya whines, twisting, rocking a little where he stands.

No Shane doesn’t know that, but Ilya was such a fucking braggart about all his experience and stamina, Shane is going to outlast him or die, he’s pretty well decided.

Fuck he has to go so bad.

He tries not to think about how much he’d had to drink at dinner, just how often he emptied his water glass, or the vodka they’d both had to finish- not enough to really get drunk, or even tipsy, not with as well fucking hydrated as they were, and not after dinner, but definitely  enough to be a fucking diuretic, shit.

Shane has to stop for a moment when he gets the door open, and squirm, and breathe, before he thinks he has himself together enough to start climbing stairs. Fuck, they should have done this at Ilya’s place. 

“We should have done this at mine, fuck. Or at cottage. Why so many fucking stairs.”

Shane laughs.

“How are you ever gonna beat me this year, if stairs are so hard for you?”

Ilya gives him a dirty look.

“I don’t see you flying up there like bird. Maybe waddling, like duck-”

Shane jostles him, and he jostles back, and then they both have to hold still for a moment, Ilya grabbing himself through his pants, and Shane refusing to, but instead pressing his hand into his thigh and holding carefully still.

“Truce?” he asks

“Truce.” Ilya agrees.

They keep climbing.

-

The bathroom stuff, the… the holding stuff.

It had taken Shane a long time to figure out it could be, like, a sex thing, for him. 

At first, it was, he can admit it, mostly a control thing.

For example- 

Sometimes, Shane would use it like a timer. Drink this much before bed, you’ll have to pee at this time, that will wake your body up naturally, and you can begin your day by 6. And sometimes, when it felt like an inconvenience I wanted to get in two more sets, but I need to pee first then he could turn it into a kind of reward, or break Two sets here, then five there, then you can stretch and pee.

And then it became a challenge. Last time I drank this much, at this time, and then I got through one third of my routine before I had to go. This time, I will get through one half. I can control myself.

And he wasn’t stupid, yeah, he noticed that sometimes he would get hard after, or during, one of those self-imposed challenges… but that was just biology, wasn’t it? Like full bladder presses on prostate stuff, right? Like why you often wake up hard and needing to pee?

And yeah, it felt really good to pee after holding sometimes, and yeah, sometimes he would then jerk off, but it was all kind of part of the larger web of structure and reward he set for himself… and anyway, he was a healthy young guy- he was supposed to get hard kind of a lot, he was pretty sure.

It wasn’t until Ilya (like so many things), until Ilya caught him at it, that Shane came to appreciate his ability, and those behaviors, in a whole new light.

(So much of his relationship with Ilya was like that- Ilya finding pieces of him and flipping them over- or kicking them over- to reveal all this other stuff that was probably always there, but which Shane had never brought himself to look at. He doesn’t know what kind of person he might have been, if not for Ilya. He doesn’t think that person would be this happy. Or, frankly, this horny.)

-

Ilya is losing his shirt the moment Shane closes the door, fuck fuck, and Shane’s doing the same. 

Ilya kicks off his shoes and laughs, a little meanly, when he sees Shane start to bend over to put his nicely on his shoe rack- only to gasp and stop, halfway through the motion.

“Aren’t you going to put your nice little shoes on their nice little place?”

Shane glares at him in that way that always gets Ilya a little hot, on or off the ice.

“Fuck. You.”

“No, fuck you, is the plan.” Ilya responds, and laughs again at Shane’s huff-

But this time, the laughter is too much, and Ilya suddenly feels himself lose a little, not much, not enough to show, but he grabs himself and closes his eyes, and breathes through the urgency for a moment. 

“I mean,” Shane says, in that tone of voice that Ilya loves on the ice, so rude, trying so hard “You can give up, if you need to. Bathroom is right there, if you can make it.”

Shane is smiling at Ilya, and Ilya growls, reaches out, and jabs Shane in the belly, perhaps meanly, and Shane gasps and doubles over, holding himself again.

“You can go if you need to,” Ilya parrots back, “Bathroom right there, if you can make it.”

“Oh fuck you” Shane gasps out, and Ilya tries to rush forward, still stripping.

He stumbles a little, while getting out of his pants, and has to do a tricky maneuver, holding himself, holding the edge of the island thing, kicking his feet, wiggling his hips, to be free, and when he looks back, Shane is so so so carefully sliding his pants down his legs, and stepping out. Ilya gets the pleasure of watching him look sadly at them piled on the floor, and then at the back of the couch where he clearly wants to lay them out, and apparently decide it is too dangerous to pick them up.

Fuck that’s hot.

Ilya squirms out of his underwear while he watches, and immediately regrets it somewhat when the cool air hits him, and the urgency spikes, and…

He leaks, hears it hit the floor, and grabs himself again.

Shane isn’t looking this time, too busy going up the bedroom stairs (delicately, like maybe he is a glass of water that might tip over). This is good, because Ilya gets a moment to use his toes to drag his underwear across the floor a little, so no obvious droplets will remain when Shane comes back down later.

It’s fine, it’s fine, fuck they should have left earlier… but also Ilya watches Shane close his eyes as he climbs the first step, and feels that other kind of need jolt through his belly, and it’s all wonderful.

-

Ilya was very much a but I’m too busy kind of kid. Never wanted to stop what he was doing for boring things like going to the bathroom. Lazy, maybe. This meant, of course, many close calls and misses as a kid, many trees watered when no one was looking, and more than a few ruined snowpants.

As an adult, he obviously knew better than to let it get that bad, but he was certainly guilty of his fair share of pissing in alleys after you leave the bar because you either didn’t realize you had to, when you left, or thought you could hold it.

The first time he truly gets how fun it can be, though, well…

So Ilya had a girl that night, fun, just a one time thing, he doesn’t think they even exchanged much information? And they went back to her apartment, because he was in a shared hotel room, and he was all the way to rolling on the condom before he truly looked at himself, noticed how full his belly looked, and realized he was desperate to piss.

Now, Ilya was also not a quitter, and she was so hot for it, and he was already very hard… so he went for it. Clenched his teeth, and fucked her til she came. When he came, it was like nothing else, this giant building liquid thing that broke over him, lighting up every limb, and then stabbed him in the gut (in an ecstatic way).

And then he was pulling out, fumbling too bad to tie off the condom so he just held it, and frantically trying to get to the bathroom he’d passed on the way in without looking like he was frantic.

He’d made it, pissed for one thousand years still holding the condom in the hand that wasn’t holding his dick (a problem when your piss is so good you feel like you are seeing God and you wobble and can’t really put a hand out to catch yourself), and finally finished and tied it and threw it out, and wiped off the seat.

fuck.

He took a wet cloth back in with him, to try to pretend that was what he’d left for, but he wasn’t sure he’d successfully fooled the girl.

Still, he didn’t really care, because then he knew.

In the weeks and months after, kind of any time he was guaranteed to be alone for the evening, he would experiment. How much did he have to drink, how long did he have to wait, how full did he have to be, for it to feel like that when he masturbated?

He got very very good at figuring out the right timing and amounts, and then got very very bad at not doing it almost every time he was in the shower or someplace where he could cum and then immediately piss, basically pulling that orgasm all the way into the pissing and making it feel like it just lasted….

He did, however, never push it like that with a partner, again. A little, maybe, piss thirty minutes before you think you will leave, then get to sex pretty quickly once you are where you are going… but it wasn’t worth the risk, even for an orgasm like that. If he ever couldn’t hold it, in a woman, particularly right after he came… well. The range of bad outcomes ran from awkward and uncomfortable to maybe diseases and babies, because that is not what a condom was meant for…

So, no. Not worth the risk.

But with men… with Shane… and once he figured out that Shane also had this kink or something like it… well…

Look. Ilya didn’t want to admit to anything like destiny or soulmates, but he thought if he had to sit down and write out a list of all the things that would be best and nicest in his most perfect partner… it would probably look a lot like Shane Hollander.

Again, not that he was going to ever admit that to Shane.

-

Shane feels a little like a water balloon, or a sponge someone’s about to squeeze (all the weight of the evening hanging from his belly and hips, like a drip about to drop from a faucet), but Ilya’s got three fingers in him, and he’ll be damned if he’s going to give up now. 

(He’d put the mattress protector on this morning and everything. There's a stack of towels by the bed. It's fine.)

And then Ilya hits his prostate.

“Shit wait stop don’t move-” Shane is too afraid to even bring his legs together, in case it makes Ilya’s hand move, but he’s got a death grip on himself and he shakes his head rapidly, knows he’s making noise, whining, but can’t help it.

“Fuck, Shane, fuck. We need to stop? Fuck.”

“No, shit shit, no just, hmmmmmm, wait a minute-” and Shane pants and he squeezes and he doesn’t lose it, so he finally starts to relax a little. “Hng, okay, well, we m- may have mistimed this, huh?”

And Ilya laughs with a small desperate edge, behind him.

“Okay,” Shane says, trying to plan (which is very hard when he’s this full. And this hard), “Okay so, maybe we don’t this time, because I think I’m gonna lose it, if you fuck me.”

“What,” Ilya says, a little breathless, “You are scared?”

“No!” Shane insists, trying not to laugh at his horrible instigator of a partner “But Ilya, I don’t know if I can even, uh, like relax enough for you to…”

There’s motion, vibration, through the mattress, and Shane peeks over his shoulder to see Ilya shaking, actually maybe rapidly tensing and releasing his right thigh or glute. He’s gotta be nearly as close to the edge as Shane.

“Just the tip,” Ilya says, drops, like a dog spitting out a tennis ball.

“Oh my god where did you hear that line-”

“Come on! Just a little. You put on bed protection thing and everything. What for, if not for this?”

Shane scowls, but Ilya is not wrong, okay, maybe he was always going to be pretty surprised if they actually made it to the bathroom.

“Alright, just a little.”

-

Just a little, Ilya thinks, pah, when Shane has begged him to go all the way and he’s fully seated and Shane has clenched up like a fucking animal trap around him, as he whines and breathes and squirms, when in his life has Shane ever stopped at “just a little”?

Shane relaxes after a moment, and then Ilya has to hold still and shake out his hand and clench his teeth- just Shane relaxing felt like Ilya was already going, deep in the wet heat of his body.

Ilya rocks a little, and Shane whimpers, faced smashed into his left forearm and pillow while his right is stuck to his dick, and Ilya is not much better, sloshing like waves in the ocean, sweating like maybe that will help remove water from his body, and breathing like he’s running, hands in claws on Shane’s hips.

He rocks again, and again, and Shane gets louder, Ilya can make out the words now-

“Fuck, shit, Ilya, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, fuck, feels like you’re-” and then Shane is leaking, pissing, right there, Ilya can hear it, jet after jet of it every time Ilya rocks his hips forward, like he’s fucking directly into Shane’s bladder fuck and Ilya can’t tell what’s going to happen first, what he’s gonna fill Shane with, but something is gonna happen and he slams into Shane so hard he knocks him flat, and Shane is moaning and going and somewhere in there the sound changes and Ilya scrambles to jerk him off, to get him through the orgasm he's clearly having-

And the wave crests in Ilya and breaks-

“Fuck, Shane, fuck-"

“Holy shit I can feel it-"

“Oh fffuck oh Shane-"

And Ilya’s brain comes out of his ears, even as he feels Shane pissing again, soaking the bedding around Ilya’s hand…

When Ilya’s hearing comes back, they are both breathing heavy, in the soggiest bed Ilya’s ever laid in. He feels like he’s been run over by a Zamboni.

He’s still inside Shane. 

“Fuck, Shane,” and he starts to pull out-

“Shit,” Shane whimpers, as a small flood of Ilya’s piss comes free at the same time.

Oh. This part hadn’t actually occurred to Ilya.

“Is alright, Дорогой, bed is protected.”

“No, Ilya, ‘s gross.”

Ilya kisses Shane’s shoulders, the back of his neck, looks back down where Shane is so wet. So used.

“Is hot.”

“It won’t be hot if anything else comes with it. Help me up.”

With legs like pasta, Ilya rolls off the bed, and stands, more than a little shaky.

“Ah!” Shane makes a sharp noise, as he rolls over too, and holds an arm out to Ilya to be pulled upright.

When he stands, though, he stays very still, legs pressed tight together.

“What,” Ilya says, “You want I should carry you?”

Shane glares. “That won't help. Just… Go start the shower or something."

And Ilya laughs, but kisses him gently, and grabs the stack of towels from the bedside table, making deliberate eye contact as he drops Shane a little towel trail to get to the bathroom, just in case.

“I hate you,” Shane grumbles, moving slowly, as Ilya gets in the shower.

“You loooooooove me.”

“... I really, really do.”

[halehavetogosometime]

Omorashi Shipping meme for Ilya/Shane (Hollanov, heated rivalry)

This is a discussion of the Omorashi kink (that's peeing, folks, if this ends up in your feed and you aren't into it. Apologies!)

If you use the search function on this blog you'll see previous versions some of which include links to the question list as presented by other blogs- at this point I've modified a bunch of it and I'm not completely sure where the originator (s) is. XD

But basically here's a list of questions that I love to run through when I have a new ship that I would like to write this kind of fic for!

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Who gets desperate because they didn’t want to get up from a video game/work/other activity

I h/c Ilya as the more likely to like hyperfixate or wait a long time out of pique or indulgence. Very "grumble grumble that's boring i don't wanna" or be partying too hard or something to notice until it's real bad.

But I can't definitely see Shane pushing himself to wait in like a control kinda way- no, I have to finish this first, then I'm allowed to go, etc.

Who insists they can hold it even when they can’t

Oh absolutely either one. A running theme here is gonna be them being competitive bastards. If holding it becomes some kind of competition or pride thing, either will fight to the end to not admit they're about to piss themself.

Outside of that, while I think Shane would be the most like allergic to anyone knowing that he has to piss like when it's not convenient or when it might be embarrassing, and whereas I think Ilya would maybe be more likely to not really give a shit that people knew and might lean more towards like being a whiny bitch about needing to go ... I think Shane is more likely to have a very realistic idea of how long he can hold it. More likely to know exactly what he consumed and exactly what that's going to do his body etc, so if he says he can probably he can unless again see above competitive discussion.

Whereas I feel like ilya is more likely to be actively deluding himself that he can, or saying "no I'm not" Even as he's like fully wetting himself. XD

Who pees in a bottle because they didn’t want to leave their warm bed at night

Definitely Ilya. Hedonistic. Not do concerned I think about whether you are Supposed to do that.

Who doesn’t pay attention to their fluid intake

Ilya is way less regimented about what goes into his body so I feel like it's got to be him. Maybe Shane occasionally if he's like super focused on something he can lose track but if we're talking on the regular it's got to be Ilya.

When it does happen to Shane though I feel like he's more likely to get in trouble - like if this is a night out where he's actually been drinking, or some other social situation where he's actually been drinking like alcohol, something he does not normally do, I can see him getting into trouble much more easily than Ilya who is used to kind of abusing his body and then reacting quickly to the consequences probably. XD

Who has the larger bladder

I can entertain the argument either way - Ilya cuz he's more likely to forget or not want to go deal with it and so he's more likely to actually like be testing his limits regularly whereas Shane is more likely to be like. Peeing on a schedule at regimented times because he knows exactly when he will need to get rid of the consequences of his regimented eating and drinking schedules etc. so Shane just doesn't like push his bladder maybe cuz he doesn't really need to?

But if we go with a headcanon where Shane does hold on purpose for like control purposes or like personal like goal or benchmark type things, then 100% Shane, and in that case I would argue that ilya so frequently is consuming things that are diuretics that even if he has to pee frequently it's not because he's actually full, it's just because he's consuming terrible things. XD

Truly though in the spirit of competition I would probably normally decide that they have similar capacity. XD

Who is more likely to have a shy bladder

Shane canonically has the anxiety so I think it's got to be him. I'm sure I could talk around to an angle on ilya, especially if it's about like feeling safe to be vulnerable kind of a thing? But I just feel like he's too hedonistic and quite frankly probably gets drunk at clubs too much for that to be like a reasonable problem for him to still have. (Unless it's like he only has this problem when he's sober, and it's part of why he does usually drink whenever there's any kind of group thing going on?? Some potential there.)

With Shane's anxiety though I could totally see my way to headcanoning him , again with the control thing, as needing to be in his specific space where he's controlled all the variables in order to be able to go. Like it's huge progress in his life when he can share a hotel room with Hayden and be able to actually use the bathroom there while Hayden is still in the room. That is like massive for him. XD

Realistically though I don't think it would be very cannon compliant to give either one this problem at least for most of the series because I just don't see how you manage that in the kind of athletic field they're in. You got to be drinking so much water and there's so much about your body that you can't be shy about... I just don't see that either one of them being as like peak successful as they are and having that kind of a hang up truly.

Who will only use an appropriate facility

Same as above. I think Shane is more likely, especially when it comes to like the idea that like "no, we can't do that here that would be rude or that would be inappropriate or that would not be legal" particularly with the kind of like models star role model thing that Shane has, this huge pressure to be like perfect all the time, the idea that mistakes that he makes reflect badly on like all Asians etc and the like fear of putting a foot out of line in a way that means that people have an excuse to be prejudiced against him in the way that he thinks they probably want to but can't cuz he's just that good you know? that kind of thing, but again at the end of the day they are both professional athletes, and I think body stuff probably doesn't bother them that much and also I think neither one is going to like hold in a way that might actually hurt them or something. Just not worth it.

More likely to have a holding kink

Again I feel like Ilya is the instinctive answer being the more hedonistic and like sexually experienced one? But I can easily argue for Shane especially considering that he has the whole like repressed on surface and secretly very sexual and kinky underneath thing, so something like this that's a very or can be a very solo activity might actually be a really good fit for him (who canonically you know even before he thought he was gay had purchased and used a dildo privately).

Who challenges the other to a holding contest

Oh either one, absolutely. No sooner is the tiniest implication of a possibility on the table, than they are doing this shit competitively. Without a doubt.

How would each react to having and accident

Depends on Context.

I think Shane would always be deeply deeply embarrassed and feel like a failure and be terrified of press and stuff like that, unless it was like obviously involuntary after an injury or something. In private, I would think pretty embarrassed and expecting to be humiliated over it until such time as it's an established kink or game between them, and then I'm thinking he goes back and forth between embarrassed/grossed out, and fully like teasing hedonistic about it.

Ilya I think would not be embarrassed, or wouldn't show his embarrassment, except for in much higher stakes situations. Like, unless it happens in some situation like while presenting an award or in formal press, eh, he's gonna play it off like who the fuck cares, even if he's probly a little embarrassed. But in private? or even, like, after a night out? He's pissing in alleys and doesn't give a shit.

How would each react to the other being desperate/having an accident

If it's unplanned/risky, Shane is looking out for him. Maybe Shane is annoyed if he thinks Ilya could have avoided the situ, but Shane is making plans, looking for outs, spinning reactions in his head, figuring out how to get Ilya out of it, or cover for him if it's gonna happen anyway.

If it's kinda planned... Yeah Shane's playing at annoyance maybe, but he's not a great actor so it's obvious he's having a Great time with it. He's teasing, he's watching, he's hard as hell.

If it's Shane in the hotseat and unplanned or risky, Ilya is probably somewhat helpful- doesn't want Shane actually miserable, doesn't want him in trouble or catching bad press... but his threshold for what's public or safe is different than Shane's, as if his threshold for like what counts as messy and therefore bad, etc. If he doesn't think there will actually be repercussions if Shane loses it, He's gonna be an absolute needling teasing shit about it.

Who is more likely to wet because of anxiety/fear

Shane canonically has the anxiety, so it's probs him, but I can see Ilya doing it, like, after a nightmare/night terror type incident. or playfully, especially if he's drunk or smth, loosing it in startlement. (like if he was desperate and then a loon called. XD)

Who is more likely to wet deliberately

I think Ilya. Hedonistic, less precious about mess or rules. But Shane can get there definitely with Proper Precautions, or if lost enough in heat of moment.

Who sneaks up behind the other and startles them, causing the fear wetting?

Shane if chance presents itself, but Ilya is definitely looking for the chance

Who hogs the bathroom while the other squirms outside the door?

Oh either one. Maybe Ilya more frequently, but again, competitive ass boys. Whoever has the upper hand there is teasing the shit out of the other.

Who wets because they were too shy to ask someone where the bathroom was/if they could go.

Realistically, as older teens/adults, neither one.

But I can see this having happened to Ilya either as a kid, in situations where he wasn't allowed to speak up because of fear about his dad... and maybe actually as a young person, partly as a feature of the language barrier? some kind of formalized type situation, where he can't figure out when is appropriate to interrupt and he's not sure he'll say it politely etc. but yeah once he's comfortable enough with language, he's got swagger, he's excusing himself no worries.

If you give Shane pauresis/shy bladder as a feature of anxiety/cleanliness/scrutiny/control, then it's Shane- that particular difficulty where if you ask, then everyone knows you had to go, and if you were squirming or anything, then they know you had to go but were being weird...

but otherwise, again, he's pretty practical. once he's old enough to have a little confidence, he likes having a moment of quiet in the bathroom etc actually, so no big.

Who pees in the shower?

Not usually Shane- there's more appropriate places for that. But if it happens, not that big a deal.

Ilya every fucking time.

Who locates the bathroom on maps prior to visiting someplace?

Shane Shane Shane.

unless Shane is gonna be vulnerable in some way- like if he has some kind of pauresis that Ilya's aware of, or if they're playing a game where he's the only one holding in a d/s way... then Ilya's figuring that out ahead of time so he can take care of Shane / be a good top/dom etc.

[succubus-in-ur-screen-deactivat]

underrated omo concept: character with adhd getting hyperfocused on something and forgetting/not realizing they need to go until theyre absolutely desperate, but like... they're so close to being finished... and that detail needs tweaking, they can't leave until it's perfect... they can hold it

right

rIGHT

[halehavetogosometime]

Like add on the fear that if they stop they might

- loose motivation

- loose the solution/train of thought

- get distracted by some other thing especially if it's a physically kinda long distance to the bathroom

- someone else in the house/apartment/trailer etc might take them coming out of their room or office as permission to interrupt etc.

So, like, they gotta push through, right?

Right??

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[jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex]

Quick thought-

Watching the diving today, and I think we normally think about Steve as a swimmer primarily, but I'm thinking now about Steve as a diver, maybe as a diver who compensates for nerves by staying hydrated, and he's so focused on a competition that he misses his opportunity to relieve himself.

Maybe he was gonna, hell maybe he's even kind of nervous pisser, doesn't like getting caught short, always thinks he has to go more than he knows he should have to in tense moments (thinking of that elevator piss in s3), so he Does usually wait til close to Go Time so that he can assure himself during the event that he doesn't actually need to go-

So he was about to, and then maybe something happens-

Maybe the competitor 2 above him , like, slips and busts his mouth open on the cooldeck and suddenly Steve's on deck but he hasn't gone yet, and there's the guy in front of him messing with the board fulcrum and futzing around, and steve's So Aware of how full he is, why the fuck has he had so much to drink, and the guy dives, and Steve's up and he tries to put it out of his mind, adjust the board, focuses, Doesn't think about the stretch in his abdomen, bounces, dives-

Bliss-

Steve only realizes he's pissing when his head finally breaks the surface, has to give himself a minute, pretends to slip when climbing out so he's mostly down to dribbles by the time his hips clear the water.

Fuck.

oh, and his score?

It's a personal best.

(fuck maybe this starts a pattern for him. maybe he figures the full bladder is luck. maybe he starts doing it on the regular)

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Eddie Munson is in the bleachers the first time he clocks it- Harrington is often pretty bouncy, just a bouncy dude. Athlete adrenaline or whatev. And yeah, screw eddie, but he likes to watch. cuz when Steve bounces on the balls of his feet, a lot of things bounce too- his poofy hair of course, but also pecs, ass, dick in that fucking speedo.

(eddie wears tight underwear and loose shorts, when he goes to Support The Diving Team)

And then One day, Eddie notices-

There's Harrington, bouncing, eager like a fucking purebred retriever or something, and when he climbs the platform, Eddie catches a wince.

Is Harrington hurt? Eddie doesn't exactly have an In with the jocks, but anytime anyone's injured, especially a star like Harrington, pretty much the whole school hears about it whether they want to or not.

Once up on the platform, Harrington's face smooths out, but now Eddie's watching closely (sue him, he was gonna watch closely anyway). Steve doesn't walk like he's hurting, no limp, nothing taped, he adjusts his board and starts to bounce (Eddie's favorite part)

And then he launches, and Eddie watches his abs contract, watches the softness of his belly go tight and-

Wait, Harrington, has Harrington gained weight? but not that quick-

And Steve hits the water.

Eddie also notices it takes Steve a little longer to get out of the pool than it normally does (screw Eddie, yeah he knows how creepy it maybe makes him that he knows how long Steve normally takes.)

But Steve's got this grin-

oh, his score's good. of course he's grinning.

but now Eddie's watching for it. No, Steve hasn't weirdly gained weight (which would be fine, to be clear, Eddie wants to touch his belly Real Bad and thinks it would maybe be nice if it was kind soft and he could, like, grab Steve's sides kinda) because sometimes that's their, and sometimes it's not, and Eddie has just about decided that it's like a weird way Steve tenses his abdomen when one morning he wakes up after Indulging the night before.

He wakes, groggy, and goes to roll over when a jolt of pain goes through his abdomen and he realizes-

Holy fuck he's gotta pee.

As quick as he can, but feeling like a full glass about to spill over, Eddie scuttles to the bathroom, and it's fucking noon outside so the skylight makes the bathroom bright as fuck and Eddie squints down to pull himself out of his sweats and -

Whoa-

He can fucking see how full his bladder is, and he kinda wants to marvel for a minute, but he feels himself start to go, body not waiting now he's here, so he fumbles himself free and aims and goes-

watching his bladder deflate is fucking surreal, and he's still going, even after the swell of it's no longer visible, and then he thinks-

he thinks about the way that bulge in steve's gut is so centered between his hip bones, right overtop of that stupid speedo-

Fuck.

Fuck, Steve Harrington dives with a full bladder.

and-

and when he gets out, and that bulge is gone-

Steve Harrington pisses when he dives.

(Eddie's pants situation does not get Better watching future meets, with this knowledge).

[jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex]

i was struck with an idea: steddie peeing in the pool together

they're just hanging out in the pool and talking and eddie suddenly feels the water turn warm and starts to spiral about why he got turned on by feeling his friend pee in the pool right next to him?? maybe he teases steve, and steve makes a joke how he's so used to swimming he just did it without thinking. maybe eddie scoots closer and pees too, noticing how different it feels to pee with swim trunks on, and can see the arousal in steve's face.

i don't know where it would go from there, probably becomes a regular thing between them that escalates further.

oh hell yes. Thank you!

Love Eddie going from, like, kink discovery to kink enthusiast faster than Samwise agreeing to go up to and beyond the gates of hell for Frodo.

Like maybe Steddie have been gay-chickening a bit, like maybe Eddie's never dated at all, and he's always policed his friendships pretty hard to keep himself from crossing lines, has gotten Pretty good at talking himself out of treating anybody else's reactions as if they mean what he wants them to mean? And maybe the closest Steve has been to this is like fooling around with Tommy when they were younger but he number one knew that it was something he was never supposed to talk about ever and number two it means he actually doesn't have great boundaries for like what falls within like a normal close male friendship? Like he knows something about it was taboo and that he shouldn't look too hard at it, but the not looking meant that he doesn't have like a paradigm to fall into really.

So they've been kind of orbiting closer and closer and doing shit like cuddling on the couch when they're high and have an excuse and going on what's basically little dates together without like admitting that that's what they're doing and Eddie got paint in his hair the other day and Steve offered to help him wash it out in the sink and still hasn't shaken the feeling of Eddie's scalp under his fingertips and Eddie fucking dreams about it...

So here they are swimming, It's fully night, everyone else has either gone home or maybe this was a spontaneous thing just the two of them cuz I don't know they got high and thought it was a good idea or maybe the air conditioning was on the fritz and so they quit the movie to go cool off etc and they've been just like hanging and paddling around and chatting, and they've been in the water long enough to be completely acclimatized to it. They're both kind of leaning against the side, close enough that their shorts brush as their legs move gently, and suddenly Eddie's thigh hits a warm patch.

For a half-second, Eddie is puzzled. No sun out to warm the water, and he didn't pee or anything, and his eyes dart to Steve's face, eyes closed, completely relaxed, grinning a little-

"Dude, did you just piss in the pool?"

Steve cracks one eye open.

"'s my fucking pool."

Eddie Doesn't know what to say about that, finds himself tounge-tied and weirdly, like, hot under the collar he isn't wearing. fuck. good thing it's too dark for steve to see him blush.

Steve sighs, wiggles, and offers, with a yawn-

"honestly I almost don't notice, in the pool. Got so used to pissing in the water when I was swimming-"

"What, all the time?" eddie hears himself squeak-

and steve laughs-

"Yeah kinda. I mean, athletics, we're always chasing hydration, you know, and it's not very convenient to have to, like, get out all the time and jog for the locker room. Basketball was a lot more awkward, but especially us distance swimmers, yeah, we were always pissing in the water."

And Eddie doesn't understand it, but he's suddenly rock-hard in his shorts.

"This one time," Steve continues, eyes closed again and Eddie is desperately grateful and also kinda feels like he might die, "This one time, It was supposed to be my heat, but a 200 IM had been rained out, earlier, and they didn't want to keep those swimmers hanging any longer, so they bumped mine backs, and we'd already been bumped once because of the lightning watch, and I had to pee so bad! I'd been focused on getting in the water, where I could go, but with the delay, I was Fuckin' Desperate, man. I tried to slip off, but my coach wouldn't let me, cuz 200 meters really isn't that long, and I-"

and steve falters for the first time, clearly thinking better of what he's gonna say next-

And eddie is So Fucking Hard, but he makes himself offer-

"Y- You what?"

Steve opens his eyes, and he's so close to Eddie, he's gotta be able to tell-

"Well, they start the race, and suddenly I knew I couldn't hold it, but our speedos are a pretty good color- don't look much different wet than dry- and there's that, you know, that overflow grate? to catch the water when it splashes up?"

"steve, you didin't!" Eddie gasps, almost involuntarily.

Steve grins, and laughs-

"I did! felt myself start to loose it, and I didn't want anyone to see it, like, run down my leg, so I sat down on the grate and, like, pretended to stretch."

"And you pissed?"

Steve was looking straight at Eddie, and didn't appear the least bit embarrassed.

"And I pissed." Steve was still grinning. "I had to go so bad though that when I gave in, it actually kinda like shot up through my speedo?" steve made a little arcing motion with his hand. "So I had to like clamp down kinda and go slow so it wouldn't like bubble up, and would just kinda flow down under me-"

And eddie closed his eyes, and came in his shorts without touching himself.

When he opened his eyes again, steve was staring at him, mouth open.

Eddie was gonna m\have to flee the state.

"Did you just-"

"Sneezed!" Eddie scrambled "UH, I-" his voice broke, fuck, "I sneezed."

Steve frowned

"Because it looked like you just, uh, creamed your shorts, man."

Eddie let himself sink below the water, and considered drowning.

A hand shot down and pulled him back up.

"Hey- what- Eddie. Stop freaking out."

Eddie tried to submerge himself again.

"No seriously it's fine. Eddie. Chill out."

Eddie covered his face with his hands and his hair.

"I'll leave," he mumbled, " I'll just- please- I'll leave. I won't-"

"hey." and Steve had one hand on his shoulder, and was peeling his hair away from his face and Eddie didn't wanna look, didn't wanna see the disgust on his face, even though he was being kind cuz he was always so fucking kind these days-

but steve didn't look disgusted.

Steve's eyes were huge, but he was still touching eddie, holding both shoulders now, and his eyes were so big and he was so close-

"I hope this means-"

and Steve kissed him.

.

(this definitely leads to a discussion, later, and Eddie explaining he didn't know he was gonna find that that hot, and steve being Absolutely Unfazed, maybe even a little bit relieved cuz he kinda has to pee A Lot and it's much nicer that Eddie, like, sometimes finds that hot, rather than annoying, and if sometimes even when they're in company Steve will slide into the pool with a sigh and send a smirk over Eddie's way so Eddie Can't Miss exactly what he's doing, well, that's no one's business but theirs.)

(TBH tho probs dustin and Certainly Robin pick up on the fact that SOMETHING soppy is going on, even if they don't understand what exactly that is. Thank God.)

[jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex]

Omovember Day 02- it's either here, or...

From @homo-rashi 's omovember prompt list: It's either go here, or in your pants.

AU where Eddie worked The movie theater or a record shop in the mall, and he ends up either with scoops troop or in place of some of the younger members of the scoops group.

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"Man," Steve says, quietly enough but it still feels like shouting to Eddie, "we don't actually know how long we're gonna be stuck here. What's your plan?"

To die. To explode.

Eddie has been fine, okay, just fine. Yeah, he probably should have taken a piss when Robin and the kid did, before they embarked on this mad quest... but he'd gotten distracted.

.

Even assuming he would have been able to, which, with his stupid pee-shy bladder meant was actually not a great bet... Which Steve actually knew about.

They would sometimes have shifts that overlapped, or they were both on close or something, and they end up in the restroom at the same time, and sometimes Eddie ducked out and waited, or sometimes he'd take a stall and wait for Steve to finish and leave... But a couple of times, Steve walked in while Eddie was mid-stream and he just. Froze up. He tried to play it off like he was done, but about the third time, apparently Steve clocked it.

Even though they'd been friendly enough, neutral at worst, so far this summer, Eddie has still been expecting ridicule if Steve ever figured it out... Which was why he'd definitely pushed it a couple of times, skipped the John when he knew Steve might also be there, and just headed straight home despite the fact that his Fucking teeth were floating

But on the Day Steve figured it out, he'd just said:

"Oh, sorry dude, didn't know you were in here. Can you finish if I leave?"

It was... fuck. Holy shit.

Anyway, Eddie didn't think he could, not whole knowing Steve was just outside, waiting on him. So he screwed his courage to the sticking post and shook his head and waited, waited while Steve took his own (clearly, pretty badly needed, fuck, Steve Harrington might actually be some kind of gentleman or some shit) post-shift piss.

Fucking tortuous to listen to.

Steve was completely chill and casual while he washed his hands and wished Eddie goodnight, and Eddie was so thrown by the whole thing he actually almost pissed himself, suddenly apparently ready and able with no warning, almost before he could get himself back out of his pants.

After that, although it happened a few more times, honestly it was easier, or it felt easier, even though he still froze every time.

Easier wasn't the same as a miracle.

.

so yeah, maybe he shouldn't be surprised that Steve clocked him now, too.

A bolt of need shoots through him, and Eddie darts a hand down, before catching himself.

"Dude," Steve says, still in that chill quiet voice, happily too quiet to carry to the other side of the Elevator, where Buckley is Fucking around with some boxes, "Man, I can tell you've gotta, bad. What's the plan for when you can't wait anymore? There aren't a lot of options."

"Die." Eddie states, firmly and quietly. Fuck, and feels himself leak a little.

"... I was think more 'here or your pants', man, but I guess that's good too."

A few more minutes pass, and Eddie leaks again and wants to cry. Fuck. Fuck fuck.

If he doesn't do anything he Fucking Will piss himself, but if he tries... ugh, his whole body cringes at the thought, and he's Done that before, Tried, and every time he just Stands there like an idiot and can't go, not as long as there are other people... and yet the moment he stops and gives up and pulls up his shorts or whatever, it's like open Fucking season again.

He just wants to stop being uncomfortable! Is that so much to ask??

"What if..." Steve starts again, and Eddie peeks over, sees him chewing on his lip and shifting back and forth. Wait. Steve didn't... Eddie didn't think Steve went when the others did, either... "What if we go together?"

Eddie shakes his head sadly, defeated.

"Nah man, come on, let's give it a shot. ... You think you can climb up if give you a boost?"

Eddie looks up, shakes his head, both at the thought of trying it (he'd almost certainly piss himself at this point) and the futility of trying to go With someone, even Steve (and when had he become "even Steve"??).

Steve frowns, shifts again, and then confidently strides over to Buckley.

"Robin, do me a favor and go up top for a minute, huh?"

Robin looks at him appraisinly.

"Because whyyyyyy?"

Steve Rolls his eyes.

Robin scrunches her face.

"oh ew. why not just go up there yourself and pee in the corner or something? And not tell me anything??"

Eddie pipes up.

"it's, uh, not closed. Would, uh drop down the wall."

Robin's expression clears.

"Yes that." Steve agrees, and Eddie hopes Robin can't tell how clearly Steve had absolutely not thought about that.

.

And then they're in the clear. Sort of.

He and Steve line up side-by-side against the wall in a back corner. And it's not going to work.

"come on", Steve encourages, " just try it. And if it doesn't work, I'll go over to the other side and stick my fingers in my ears and sing real loud or something."

Eddie wants to laugh, he really does, and he does at least smile, and Steve apparently takes that as permission to get started.

He jostles Eddie's Shoulder I'm a friendly way, and starts to unzip his jeans.

So Eddie does too.

Fuck, he wants to go so bad.

It's awkward for a minute, as they both stand there, dicks out, not pissing. But then Steve gives a little sigh, and Eddie, rigidly looking straight at the wall, hears his stream start up.

Involuntaril, he actually looses a spurt, before immediately freezing again.

Steve doesn't act like he heard Eddie, even though Eddie's pretty sure he made a noise. Steve just stays where he is, pissing quietly.

Quietly.

It is pretty quiet actually, either Steve didn't have to go that bad, or... or actually, maybe against the wall like this, maybe it just is gonna be quiet. No echo.

(Eddie sometimes prefers pissing in the woods for exactly this reason)

With that thought in mind, and only a passing worry about what's gonna happen when Steve finishes and Eddie is still going, Eddie...

Is suddenly pissing. Standing next to Steve Harrington.

Oh. Oh god. Nothing has ever felt this good. Not orgasms, not any drug he's ever tried.

Hooooooly shit.

And when Eddie's brain finally works again, and he feels like he's actually close to empty, he realizes...

Steve is still pissing.

Eddie peeks a little look over, and Steve's face is startlingly serious, staring down at himself. maybe he Did have to go pretty bad then. Or. Or maybe...

Eddie finishes, and shakes himself, and start to sort himself out, and Steve's whole posture relaxes and Eddie can't help but look at (Steve's really nice dick) that last intense spurts Steve hits the wall with, clearly louder and with more force than the rest.

"Oh thank God" Steve says, also finishing up "I was hoping if I kept going the whole time, it would help, but I seriously couldn't have dragged that out any longer, holy crap."

And then they catch each other's eyes, and suddenly they're giggling like kids and Steve is so close and Eddie knew he was pretty but holy fuck it's a different bag up close and Steve's SO close and getting closer and they aren't giggle anymore and Steve is leaning in...

And Robin's feet hit the grated floor behind them.

"Alright, dinguses, all penises better be out of sight."

.

(Later, when Eddie and the kids have been separated from Steve and Robin, and then found them again, and then lost them again, and Steve and Robin are sitting on a dirty bathroom floor, coming down, finally... Steve will talk about these people he's met this summer, and Robin will think it's a come on, which it will be, kind of, and she'll find the courage to come out to him, and he'll make her laugh and feel like it's going to be okay...

And then he'll say:

"uh, I think I almost kissed Eddie, earlier tonight. Can someone be, like, half-gay?"

"... Yeah. Yeah? that's called bisexual. Are you... You think you're bisexual? Also, wait, before or after your little wall-watering session? Please don't say during, or, if it was, please lie to me.")

[jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex]

Omovember Day 01- while playing a game

(per @omowritingprompts omovember list for this year)

Stranger Things- Pre-Steddie,just a short one

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Eddie is Pretty Sure that Steve Harrington is desperate to pee.

Look, does Eddie sometimes spend a little Too much time watching Harrington? Specifically Harrington's body?

Okay yeah maybe.

But if King Steve didn't want to be looked at, he maybe shouldn't spend so much of his life running around in tiny swishy athletic shorts.

Anyway, Eddie's not gonna, like, harass the guy or anything, not least because that would get Him beat up, if not worse.

He just, you know... he notices.

He notices Steve enough to know that there is something off about the way Steve's moving right now.

To be honest, Steve Harrington is the only reason Eddie's still in band- he'd much rather keep his free time for his baby... maybe he'd even do more homework, if he wasn't in band...

Probably not, but maybe!

Anyway, Eddie's man enough to admit to himself that the only reason he's still going to all the effort of band this semester is that it gets him a lovely court-side view of Steve Harrington and an excuse to watch every game the guy plays... without having to explain himself. To anyone.

So when they're not playing, Eddie has no reason not to engage in his third favorite past time- watching Steve('s ass).

Only, tonight, said ass is... well...

Steve's being a little weird.

See, Hawkins is short, tonight. Hawkins never does very well, despite how much of every game Steve carries, but on this particular night, not only are they short on players full-stop, but one of the players has been benched for an ankle injury, and another has been benched for cussing out the ref...

And so Hawkins has exactly as many players as they need not to forfeit.

Which means, no substitutions.

Eddie didn't watch Steve for all of the middle break, he was actually doing his job or whatever and playing the stupid fight songs and stuff...

But he did clock that Steve never went back into the locker room, he doesn't think.

Part of the time, Steve was talking to the sullen shithead who got ejected, doing his team captain duties, Eddie guessed, but Part of the time Steve was certainly almost definitely flirting with one of the cheerleaders.

So when the whistle blew and everyone filed back onto the court, Steve was already there, looking thrown by the sudden return of the rest of his teammates.

Eddie did clock the nervous look Steve shot the lockeroom doors .

Eddie also clocked the Three Separate times Steve jogged over to the coach during timeouts, and the increasingly stressed look on his face every time the coach shot him down.

And now, Eddie couldn't help but notice an extra spring, and extra bounce, in his lordship's stance. He was presumably standing wherever he was strategically supposed to, but he was definitely bobbing in place, bouncing on his toes...

on another person, Eddie might choc it up to nerves, or excitement. just someone anxious to get back into the game.

but Eddie's pretty sure he knows what Steve's "Normal" amped-up bouncing looks like, and it's not this.

Eddie is pretty sure in fact...

There's a play, or whatever, and Steve's got the ball suddenly, and he's moving quickly, and other players are rushing him, and he stops to throw the ball, and there are a bunch of guys all around him... and an opposing player basically smacks him in the gut.

Steve drops the ball, drops to his knees, and a whistle blows, and the guy that hit Steve is arguing, hands in the air, but Eddie is still watching Steve who...

Steve is sort of clutching his stomach... but he's, like, doing it with his arms, not his hands. His hands are lower, pressing against his upper thigh.

Eddie watches intently as another player comes over to help Steve up, watches Steve hesitate, watches...

Steve straight up grabs himself, before he lets himself be pulled up.

Oh yeah. Eddie's absolutely correct.

Steve Harrington definitely has to piss like a motherfucker.

[asteddiemess]

cw: wetting

Steve pissing himself as a way to get out of trouble any time he got pulled over for speeding.

Sometimes he would get away with just squirming in his seat, and "I'm sorry officer, I just have to go to the bathroom so bad. I, I don't think I can make it home."

Other times it would take some crocodile tears, a gasp of "Oh, shit," and looking down as a small wet spot appeared at the crotch of his jeans. A hand shoved between his legs and a beg of "Please, I think I'm going to have an accident."

And sometimes he had to take it further. Loud, slightly exaggerated sobs as he completely flooded his pants, his stream hissing as it broke through and a soft patter as drops overflowed the edge of his car seat and ran onto the floor. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just, I couldn't hold it anymore. I was trying to get home before it happened."

And honestly, it was worth the wet pants, having to clean his car, and having most of Hawkins PD thinking that he had a bladder control problem to get out of paying speeding tickets.

[kinkysteddie]

oh... i wonder what he would do if he got pulled over while eddie's in the car with him

[jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex]

And here is the desperation mechanic!

Obviously there's a good argument for, if this was his normal you know habit and he didn't mind that all the officers thought that of him and he was just smug that he consistently Got out of tickets this way, Maybe he just goes ahead and does it right? Maybe he doesn't give a shit That Eddie is there?

Buuuut, maybe especially if they are like not dating or very very newly dating, maybe Steve hesitates. Maybe he doesn't quite know how that's going to go down with Eddie and he doesn't want to make it weird?

So maybe he doesn't intend to do it, sort of figures well he'll just you know take the ticket this one time. Officer has to win you know sometimes...

Only He has now primed himself to respond in a very specific way to the red and blue lights coming up behind him. Which, he should have known, because sometimes it'll catch him off guards at other times, he'll see the lights and hear the siren for you know something else just over a routine day and he will find himself needing to cross his legs or grab himself to ward off the sudden urge

(lol maybe Eddie has even noticed that specifically about him, and has sort of come to the conclusion that Steve has some kind of a law enforcement kink or something, and isn't super sure how he feels about that.)

anyway, lights and siren go off, Steve's body prepares to be desperate, Steve decides actually he doesn't want to do that... Not in front of Eddie... But it's too late.

his body is used to letting go, now. It's like key in the door syndrome, when you have to go so much worse the moment you've actually got your keys in the door and you're actually close... And the way that's even worse if you ever have given in once inside your house, that that increases the likelihood that you won't be able to make it the next time...

suddenly Steve is really genuinely desperate, and is desperately trying to hide it from Eddie, even as he pulls over, even as the officer gets out and comes up alongside him.

Steve crosses one leg over the other, fighting not to grab himself, and rolls his window down, wincing as he does so.

"license and- ah, Mr Harrington. Do you know how fast you were going?"

and Steve is biting his lip in between questions, and he can feel sweat pop out all over his body and he needs so badly to plunge his hand into his lap, he could make it if he was allowed to hold himself, but he doesn't want to do it in front of Eddie, doesn't want Eddie to know...

and the officer totally clocks it, and absolutely interprets this as a situation where Steve was, as per usual, speeding because he was desperate to piss, only he doesn't want his buddy to know.

And The officer just shakes his head at the pickle this stupid teenager consistently gets himself in, but indulgently figures he doesn't need to ruin the guy's day by making him piss himself in front of his buddy. Especially when it seems likely that that's going to happen anyway, even if the officer walks away...

"This is your last warning, kid. Get home quickly but safely now."

and as the officer heads back to his car, Eddie is whooping softly, not even daring to believe that they just got out of that...

But where he expects Steve to join him, he looks over and clocks that something's wrong.

Steve turns over the engine again, but he's got to uncross his legs if he wants to get to the gas pedal, and he can't can't can't, not unless he wants to lose it right here right now, it's frustrated because he didn't even really have to go before this, and now he's absolutely going to fucking lose it right there like a child and his seat in front of eddie-

"Steve? What's wrong?"

And there's nothing for it. There are only a few ways out of this one... So Steve gives in and grabs himself and uncrosses his legs.

"uh, Steve? Is now... Is now really... Really the time?"

And as he pulls back under the road, practically using his dick as a stress ball, trying to keep it together, He has to explain.

"But why didn't you go at the diner? We were just there?"

And then Steve has to explain that really genuinely this is not helping his case of you know feeling like a child, but genuinely he didn't have to go then. And then he has to explain the most humiliating part... Maybe the most humiliating part? Is it more humiliating to choose to piss yourself or pretend that you're desperate to get out tickets, or is it more humiliating to have accidentally given yourself a pavlovian response, to have accidentally trained yourself to be desperate in those situations?

XD poor bastard.

(Eddie of course will not mind, will think that it's hilarious, will love that Steve has been getting one over on the officers, and maybe is going to find it a bit hot also. XD)

[nvmgyus]

Steve and Eddie starting to use desperation play, where Steves the one holding it.

One day they take it too far and Steve pisses himself during sex

I love this idea! Imagine Eddie fucking Steve and every time he hits Steve’s prostate a spurt of piss comes out and they both just let it keep happening until one particularly hard thrust, and Steve just fully loses control and pisses all over himself. Bonus if it gets on Eddie!

[spozzbob]

omg yes and then Steve making Eddie hold it next time bc he needs to see how good it feels too

[nymph0cyte]

Steve making eddie hold it until eddie loses control while still inside steve and fills him with piss.

[halehavetogosometime]

No see but I am certain that former jockboy Steve, not wanting to break the seal at parties, has long since found out that he has a holding kink (partly Because He hooked up with someone once without stopping to the bathroom first and then had to hold it throughout the entire hookup), and has since worked out that he really likes the way it feels.

He and Eddie start having sex, and it's you know multiple encounters and even if Steve isn't doing it every time, still Eddie clocks pretty quick how often Steve clearly intentionally is holding a moderate to full bladder when they fool around. Eddie doesn't get it necessarily, but it's like obviously a thing for Steve, and Eddie starts watching for it, starts tracking how often Steve goes, starts keeping a running speculation in the back of his head about how full Steve probably is at all times. And Being interested in that begins to be a thing for Eddie.

Steve doesn't realize he's been made until a movie night. Their private movie nights are pretty predictable these days, something nerdy, fooling around on the couch, the film ends usually and then they devote themselves entirely to the pursuit of orgasms. So Steve's pretty good at figuring out where his limits are so that he is the ideal amount full on the nights that he intentionally does a hold before sex.

some nights, they start early and do not finish the film, but it's never a problem to be less full than you wanted... Maybe it's not ideal, but it's certainly is better than the alternative.

But it's a night where he isn't sure he's got the amount right, thinks he's going to have to excuse himself and pee before the movie ends, and waste it, unless Eddie wants to get started early, but even though Steve was relaxing into Eddie's space and playing a little gentle footsie and clearly indicating that he was willing to get on to the making out portions of the evening... Eddie was not picking up what he was dropping.

Steve starts to run the calculation, squirms a little to evaluate how well he's going to be able to make it...

Thinks maybe he can make it if they Don't go all the way to full on penetrative sex, if they pick something that doesn't require him to use abdomen too much... But that's a gamble.

(Not that Eddie would push for something Steve didn't want to do, but Steve has a very hard time imposing any kind of rules on himself when he's within a certain proximity of Eddie's dick. It is something he has learned recently about himself. XD)

Eddie, meanwhile, has picked up on this. Is guessing at Steve's dilemma, and when Steve finally sighs and frowns and makes to get up... Eddie makes his move.

Steve is barely on his feet before Eddie is tugging him back down into Eddie's lap, hooking a one foot around an ankle, sliding his hands across Steve's torso, not squeezing, not too much, but just gently in the vicinity.

Steve lets out a woof of breath as he sits back, but goes easily enough. If they get hot and heavy fast, this is still within Steve's projections of what he can handle.

But Eddie does not go fast, just begins gently tracing up and down Steve's sides, or thighs, never quite putting his hands where Steve wants them, but skirting closer and closer, as he otherwise works on giving him a nice new set of hickeys.

Finally, Steve is rapidly running out of time, so he squirms and says

"dude." On a whine. "Come on, man."

"What," Eddie says, partially muffled into the junction of Steve's shoulder and his neck, "You got somewhere to be?"

Steve squirms a little, and bites his lip, but doesn't say anything, and Eddie feels a little bit bad, so gives in.

He slides his hand under Steve's shirt and rests it gently against the bulge there, higher than the one in his jeans, sitting just behind the waistband, a distinct weight that is not always present.

Steve hisses and freezes, but Eddie continues gently feeling out the shape he thinks he's found.

Steve wants to tighten his abdominal muscles... That's often his move when a partner gets fixated on his belly, show off a bit, but you can't do that when you're this full. You need that space. So Steve just gasps and squirms.

"It's not," Steve tries, "I don't..."

And Eddie's like... "Dude, I'm pretty sure I would have wet myself 10 minutes ago if I was holding half of what you are currently holding."

And Steve immediately flushes Scarlet, caught out, he's never caught out... This whole time, he's been expecting rejection. He's been expecting that if ever a partner were to catch him at it, that would be that. That would be the end of the relationship, or the end of his games.

But Eddie keeps just gently patting at his lower stomach and making out with his neck and scratching his nails up and down Steve's jeans, and now he really doesn't know what to think, is worried he's not going to make it through whatever's coming next, but the fact that his partner knows... Well. That's new.

"What was the plan, Stevie?" Eddie asks, "go a little now, and then hold it until we were done?"

Steve whines a little bit, and jerks One of his hands to his groin, for security, or because it just feels so fucking good...

"how much longer can you hold it for me?"

Steve is rapidly heading towards overwhelmed in the best way, but he manages:

"de- ah- depends on what we do. Not long" a little hiss as Eddie presses, gently, "Not very long if you're going to do that."

Eddie pats Steve's abdomen gently in apology.

"So this is intentional, right? I'm right?"

"uh huh," Steve manages, low key jerking himself off a bit, through the denim, "sorry."

Eddie sails right past the apology.

"can I ask why? What you like about it?"

Steve squirms, tries to pull away a little, but Eddie throws an arm around his chest, holds him in place.

"uh, I don't. Um. It ... It feels good?"

"in what way? What do you like to do?"

"ah uh, I like to, um, to wait? And like, I jerk off sometimes, before I piss? And it feels really good to go, after."

Eddie knows how often Steve is full though, even when it's not planned solo activities.

"You ever fucked someone with a full bladder?"

Steve whimpers.

"You ever fucked me with a full bladder?"

"Eddie, I'm sorry..."

"I'm not. That's..." And it's Eddie's turn to be a little honest, as he hitches his own hips upwards to rub his hard dick through several layer of pants against Steve's ass. "I didn't know it would be, but that is hot as fuck, Stevie. You trying to fuck me, like a good boy, do a good job, while desperate to piss? Fuck."

Steve's hand has stopped moving, just holding himself tightly, not jerking off.

Eddie wonders if that means he has to go too bad for what he wants to try next.

"Stevie, you ever Been fucked, with your bladder this full?"

Steve shakes his head as he gasps and presses into Eddie's hand on his thigh.

"You wanna be?"

Steve nods, but then he stops.

"Eddie, I don't know how long I can... I don't know if I'll be able to hold it."

Eddie groans, and hitches his hips again.

"Fuck, baby, I don't even care. Want to try?"

-

It's a dicey proposition, to make that transition from the couch to a bed. They are at Steve's, which has the added challenge of a goddamn flight of stairs between the living room and Steve's bedroom... But the added benefit that no matter how much mess they make, no one but them has to know about it.

By the time they are ready to go, and Steve has thrown a towel or two down on top of his bed, out of the linen closet, Steve also has one hand in his jeans pocket, holding on for dear life.

Eddie checks in again, horny as shit but also not actually wanting to do anything that'll make Steve uncomfortable. Well. Uncomfortable in a way he doesn't want to be.

In answer, Steve starts determinedly stripping, although he does pretty amusingly shuck his jeans and underwear in a lightning move in order to get his hand back on his dick.

Eddie laughs a little

"You got everything under control there, buddy?"

Steve, never wanting to back down from a challenge, scrunches his face at Eddie, but then very carefully let's go of himself.

Eddie watches, intently, as a single bead of urine appears and then drips softly to the floor.

"fuck." Steve says, groaning, and holding his opposite arms tightly, clearly resisting the urge to grab himself again "fuck. We've got to go now if we're going to do this."

Eddie is no stranger to fucking in places where you need to get in and get out, but this is a new kind of timeline for him.

Nevertheless, he nudges Steve up onto the bed, on all fours, and strips himself while stepping over to the nightstand for the lube he knows Steve now keeps there.

And, testament to that jock stamina, or stubbornness, Steve makes it until he's several fingers full, and Eddie is just satisfied enough to put on a condom and get the show on the road, before Steve leaks again.

Eddie hears the hiss this time, and Steve's shoulders drop as he braces himself on one forearm so he has a hand free to grab himself.

Eddie has to pause a moment before he rolls the condom on, so he doesn't embarrass himself the moment he touches his own dick.

"It's all right Stevie, you got it."

"easy for you to say," Steve grumbles, and Eddie thinks that's entirely too much sass for the situation they are currently in.

Better able to move then, Eddie pulls the condom on the rest of the way, lines up, and pushes straight in, no fanfare.

Steve makes an involuntary noise, and Eddie hears the hiss of another batch of liquid escaping.

"Steve, can't you hold it? I thought you were really good at this?"

Steve whines, but Eddie doesn't hear anything else as he begins to find their rhythm.

It's a little bit hard, with Steve more precariously balanced, so finally Eddie reaches around, slides his hand down Steve's belly, across the ridges he finds there, and to the base of his dick, under Steve's own hand.

"Eddie," Steve whimpers, "Eddie, I don't know if I can..."

"I've got you, sweetheart." Eddie says, firmly gripping, and nudging and encouraging Steve to let go of himself.

With a little cry Steve does, and Eddie isn't in the right position to feel it, but he knows.

Steve braces both hands on the bed, but doesn't make any moves to meet Eddie, which was What Eddie was looking for.

"come on, Stevie, give into it."

Steve shakes his head, But starts to move, starts to help.

Eddie experimentally loosens his grip, only to immediately be rewarded with a hiss.

Steve cries out and tries to bring his legs together, tries to bring his arms back down, but Eddie's got him now, got him about as pinned as he's ever been, and he takes every noise, every spurt, every loss of control, as a badge of honor.

Steve does give in, then, working with Eddie, tilting his hips, encouraging Eddie to get the angle right, and when Eddie starts nailing him dead on, Steve loses another spurt, and another, and then it's a steady stream, as Eddie races for the finish line.

Eddie struggles to maintain his rhythm through his own orgasm, fuck fuck fuck, and Steve's stream tapers off, but he's hard in Eddie's hand, so Eddie starts jerking him, using residual piss to help smooth the way, and just as Eddie can't keep it up any longer, Steve cries out again, and comes all over the damp towels and bedding, and immediately starts pissing again.

Eddie is fucking blitzed, and so even as Steve is still going, Eddie tips them both over on their side, hoping he dodges most of the mess but still has Steve lined up on something absorbent, and he keeps gently tugging him, gently playing a little bit, as Steve finally relaxes, genuinely relaxes into what's already happening.

When it finally stops, and Steve finally seems to be empty, Eddie laughs a little bit, tiredly, and asks.

"Was it good for you, baby?"

And Steve covers his face and groans.

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One of My Steve headcanons is that this boy, so intent on being cool/liked/wanted by people in middle school/early highschool… He started going to parties, the kind with alcohol, and learned about “breaking the seal” (maybe got teased by an upperclassmen for pissing too early, and then too often), and took that as a personal challenge.

It started with him setting a goal of outlasting just that guy, just this guy, etc, and then became a thing.

like, King Steve, king of the keg stand etc, but also fucking no one ever saw him go for a piss at parties. once he decided to get good at holding, he fucking mastered that shit, and the reason no one ever saw him go was because 1. they were all too drunk usually be the time he gave in, and 2., in the hookup days before Nancy, he discovered that he really liked sex on a full bladder.

The first time, it happens because he doesn’t make an opportunity to pee before they tumble into bed, not quite realizing it’s that bad… and it’s only during that it hits him how Fucking Bad he’s gotta go. but he thinks it’d be a pretty big mood killer to pull out and go piss in the middle, even if he wasn’t too hard to piss, so he just… gets through it. knuckles down, fucks her like a champ, and has a Fucking Spectacular orgasm.

He takes care of her as well, holding on by his goddamn fingernails, and after she’s gone, he pisses his damn brains out, and it’s almost as good as the orgasm itself.

And this starts a pattern with him.

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Do you know any blogs like yours (stranger things Omo/messing) that you can recommend? I’m looking for more but can’t find any:(

@nymph0cyte @halehavetogosometime these are the only two I know of right now!

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That's all I'm aware of on Tumblr rn, either. There are a few on Twitter, stonedsteddie and batmunson666 and munsonkitten come to mind who dabble, But I'm not aware of any others here.

This blog I keep to omo, but you can send harder kink stuff to @jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex

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Steddie (stranger things) omo shipping meme

This is a kink thing, folks, discussion ppl desperate to pee.

dldr

I love running through this series of questions when I’m all fired up on a “new” ship. I’m a multi shipper here as well, but I’ll start with these two yahoos, Steve and Eddie (some qs I approach as if Steddie are a couple in the future and living together, and some  I stick more closely to canon for)

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Who gets desperate because they didn’t want to get up from a video game/work/other activity

This is definitely more likely to be an Eddie move– hyperfocus can be a bitch, man. I can see him reading or especially working on a campaign or music and just putting it off or even not noticing until someone else, maybe Steve, sitting across the room, like, notices the quality of the bounce has changed and totally clocks it as Eddie-has-to-pee instead of the normal Eddie-finding-the-right-stimulation-threshold. Maybe Steve would pop over with a drink, or maybe he made himself a sandwich and did one for Eddie as well, so he intentionally interrupt Eddie’s focus which, like, normally he wouldn’t… but in a case like this he’d do it intentionally, “Hey babe, I made some for me, you want some too?” and Eddie jolts out of it, comes back to the world, accepts whatever Steve was giving him, and then Oh-So-Casually scoots rapidly towards the bathroom.

Can also see, like, Eddie hyperfocusing on a day when he’s home and Steve’s at work, only for Steve to come home and interrupt and Eddie to realize he’s Absolutely Desperate.

In neither case do I see him actually really wetting himself, not unless they play these games. 

Now Steve… I can definitely see Steve specifically having had close calls or incidents related to sports? Like, many an athlete has many a time pissed themselves, or peed right off the field etc because they are SO well hydrated and sometimes it just is like that. 

But then again, that’s “can’t” stop the activity more than it is “don’t want to”

Who insists they can hold it even when they can’t

Either. I can see Eddie more often being the one, like, not in tune with what his body is up to and getting into a tight spot and then doubling-down bluffing about it… but i can see either one of them getting, like, competitive about it, not willing to be the one who admits he’s gotta pee first… or imbibing substances that mess with his control… i especially can see Drunk!Former-Frat-type Steve forgetting that he broke the seal and not remembering he’s not gonna be able to hold it, etc, but trying to bluff his way through anyway

By the same token, can see high!eddie having nooooooo idea how bad hes gotta pee, really.

Who pees in a bottle because they didn’t want to leave their warm bed at night

Oh absolutely either one. 

Steve maybe doesn’t do it as much, was less in the habit when he lived in his parent’s pristine house, or when the likelihood of having a girl over was high, wouldn’t want to miss something like that and have a potential partner find it…

And def after they are together, if one catches the other at it, he’s gonna give him good-natured shit about it, but yeah. No big deal.

Who doesn’t pay attention to their fluid intake

Steve, maybe, if he’s drinking alcohol (otherwise, he’s more likely to just Always Be well hydrated, less “not paying attention” and more “always shooting for hydrated, even if that means peeing a lot more”)… but Eddie probs more normally, vacillating wildly between over and under hydrated. 

Who has the larger bladder

I can see arguments for either, steve has to pee a lot, but that’s cuz he’s usually well hydrated. Can see that either resulting in him Not holding as much, cuz always peeing, or holding plenty, just, there’s always plenty to hold…

And I can see Eddie with a monster bladder cuz he’s always putting it off, and therefore always holding… or the opposite, especially if he’s bad about, like, drinking water, and it usually drinking, like, coffee or other things that are stimulants/diuretics/bladder irritants.

Who is more likely to have a shy bladder

I think it could be fun to write either one that way… but of the two, probs more likely Eddie. He’s a more baseline-anxious type to begin with… and I think athletics to the degree Steve has participated are very likely to cure anyone of that– when you gotta, then you gotta, and you gotta take every opportunity, even when you’re packed in with a bunch of other athletes and there’s maybe not much privacy

Who will only use an appropriate facility

I don’t think either would care, really. Steve has definitely pissed in some “convenient” places during/after games, or in folks’ backyards during parties, but also i bet Eddie has pissed in the woods in particular many a time.

If we gave either one a shy bladder, that could be a component, but i don’t think it much is if we’re trying to be canon compliant.

More likely to have a holding kink

I want to say eddie, who i think is more likely to be kinkier in general/aware of his kinks. 

But steve, between the athletics, the drinking at parties, the general competitiveness, and the fact that he definitely definitely has had a great deal MORE sex than eddie– it’s entirely possible, that if he had one he would also have figured it out.

Who challenges the other to a holding contest

Either. They’re competitive. Actually, maybe it’s a comment/dare/etx from Robin or one of the kids.

How would each react to having and accident

Lol depends on how sober they are and or if there are extenuating Upside down shenanigans.

I can see eddie being embarrassed/humiliated maybe? If it was, like, sober in company or while he was trying to be cool or smth. Like maybe if it was Steve catching him coming out of a hyperfocus sesh and he doesn’t make it, maybe then he’d be embarrassed, especially if they were dating and hadn’t been that long. 

But if he’s in an altered state and/or really after all the shit they’ve been through, idk that he would care that much.

Similar for steve, like, if it were to happen somehow like on a date or smth, some situ where he was trying to be Cool Steve, maybe he’d b embarrassed about it. Maybe if it happened during sex, where he prides himself on always giving a Good Time… maybe then he’d be bothered… but otherwise, nah. Again, intense athletics + altered states + the upside freaking down, who gives a shit.

How would each react to the other being desperate/having an accident

I mean, with horniness in anything I write. But otherwise…

So if Eddie’s in the pickle, genuine stressed about whether he’s gonna make it/or in the aftermath, Steve’s gonna be good about it (in the later seasons, might have been a real Ass earlier). He’s gonna do his best to get Eddie wherever he’s got to go, or find him a bottle, or encourage him to piss on a tree or whatever, the fuck does anyone care about it. Clothes wash. 

He might tease some, definitely if this is pre-established kinky game stuff for them, but he’s gonna do his best to make Eddie not feel bad/keep other folks from knowing, etc.

In the reverse situ, Eddie would definitely come out of the gate making fun, but he’d shift Very quickly into being genuinely helpful/trying to make Steve laugh about it (even if laughing isn’t exactly ideal, lol)

Who is more likely to wet because of anxiety/fear

Probs eddie. If steve was prone to that, it would have come up almost certainly when Robin mentioned it in the bathroom at Starcourt.

Plus eddie just reads as a nervier dude in general. Dunno how likely, but he’d def be more likely

Who is more likely to wet deliberately

Either if part of some kinky game, steve if during a fight or smth when he knows there’s no point devoting any more brainspace to it (like sometimes in athletics), Steve maybe also more generally (probs again in context of drinking etc) more when they are living at home, partly because he’s not gonna worry so much about ruining his clothes/shoes? Like, not that eddie wears real fancy stuff, but sometimes maybe he does, and especially steve has an empty house with built-in washer dryer and eddie Shares a small space with his uncle and likely does laundry elsewhere.

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Prompting in the comments sent me hunting down an old version of this meme to try to source it, and while the blog I think I originally pulled from three or four memes ago is now defunct, here is a reblog of one of those posts:

www.tumblr.com/haleyesido/180851768928

Which prompted me to read through the questions and I realized there are a couple that I must have cut when I answered this for The Witcher fandom a few years back (where I definitely also either added my own questions or pulled them from another version of this meme, cuz there are questions on my version that are not on the original post), but which are now applicable again in a contemporary fandom!

Who sneaks up behind the other and startles them, causing the fear wetting?

I mean, there's an argument to be made that neither one would because everybody's had enough fear to last a lifetime... On the other hand, I suspect they are also prankster shithead college age dudes, So I suspect it would be endlessly funny if either of them succeeded at this.

Who hogs the bathroom while the other squirms outside the door?

See above re: prankster shithead young dudes.

Steve would be hogging the bathroom just to be a shit, Eddie would give him a hard time for primping and All the hairspray etc, and then would threaten to pee on something that Steve you know values clean if Steve doesn't come the hell out now...

But Eddie would absolutely do it right back the other way, give Steve a hard time about not being able to hold it, until Steve either threatens to pee someplace Eddie would prefer he didn't, maybe on some band T-shirt or something, or would go find some other place to pee anyway.

Who wets because they were too shy to ask someone where the bathroom was/if they could go.

This would be a stretch to set up I think, because I think particularly with All of the apocalypse stopping etc, I would be surprised if either one of them was shy in this way... But I could see talking your way into maybe particularly Eddie being reticent to ask specifically for assistance maybe? While recovering from injury? Actually either one of them might be stubborn or prideful enough to not want to ask the other for help when they need to use the bathroom but weren't physically capable of going on their own.

Otherwise I guess maybe Eddie? He seems the more anxiety-prone of the two.

Actually, I can almost see Steve getting in that pickle... Not necessarily around Eddie, but maybe back when he was dating lots of girls? Like, maybe feeling uncomfortable like it would be rude to ask when like over at her house meeting her parents etc? But in that context, I can't see Steve letting it go long enough to actually risk wetting.

Who pees in the shower?

Yes. They definitely both do. Eddie will say it is to save water, and Steve just is an athlete and has peed in many places, particularly like showers after practice or something. Why the hell wouldn't he.

Who locates the bathroom on maps prior to visiting someplace?

In truth, I think Robin, not that she's involved in this meme, but by extension Steve. Thinking of it from a you know somewhat babysitter perspective, I can see him wanting to know ahead of time so that he can better look after his horde of tweens in the backseat.

But really, if it's a group road trip, I think Robin, and she will have told Steve. But the information will be on that end.

Or, the argument could be made, not necessarily looking up restrooms so many so much as gas stations. Whichever one is driving then, that's the one that has planned for where the gas stations are.

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Steddie (stranger things) omo shipping meme

This is a kink thing, folks, discussion ppl desperate to pee.

dldr

I love running through this series of questions when I’m all fired up on a “new” ship. I’m a multi shipper here as well, but I’ll start with these two yahoos, Steve and Eddie (some qs I approach as if Steddie are a couple in the future and living together, and some  I stick more closely to canon for)

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Who gets desperate because they didn’t want to get up from a video game/work/other activity

This is definitely more likely to be an Eddie move– hyperfocus can be a bitch, man. I can see him reading or especially working on a campaign or music and just putting it off or even not noticing until someone else, maybe Steve, sitting across the room, like, notices the quality of the bounce has changed and totally clocks it as Eddie-has-to-pee instead of the normal Eddie-finding-the-right-stimulation-threshold. Maybe Steve would pop over with a drink, or maybe he made himself a sandwich and did one for Eddie as well, so he intentionally interrupt Eddie’s focus which, like, normally he wouldn’t… but in a case like this he’d do it intentionally, “Hey babe, I made some for me, you want some too?” and Eddie jolts out of it, comes back to the world, accepts whatever Steve was giving him, and then Oh-So-Casually scoots rapidly towards the bathroom.

Can also see, like, Eddie hyperfocusing on a day when he’s home and Steve’s at work, only for Steve to come home and interrupt and Eddie to realize he’s Absolutely Desperate.

In neither case do I see him actually really wetting himself, not unless they play these games. 

Now Steve… I can definitely see Steve specifically having had close calls or incidents related to sports? Like, many an athlete has many a time pissed themselves, or peed right off the field etc because they are SO well hydrated and sometimes it just is like that. 

But then again, that’s “can’t” stop the activity more than it is “don’t want to”

Who insists they can hold it even when they can’t

Either. I can see Eddie more often being the one, like, not in tune with what his body is up to and getting into a tight spot and then doubling-down bluffing about it… but i can see either one of them getting, like, competitive about it, not willing to be the one who admits he’s gotta pee first… or imbibing substances that mess with his control… i especially can see Drunk!Former-Frat-type Steve forgetting that he broke the seal and not remembering he’s not gonna be able to hold it, etc, but trying to bluff his way through anyway

By the same token, can see high!eddie having nooooooo idea how bad hes gotta pee, really.

Who pees in a bottle because they didn’t want to leave their warm bed at night

Oh absolutely either one. 

Steve maybe doesn’t do it as much, was less in the habit when he lived in his parent’s pristine house, or when the likelihood of having a girl over was high, wouldn’t want to miss something like that and have a potential partner find it…

And def after they are together, if one catches the other at it, he’s gonna give him good-natured shit about it, but yeah. No big deal.

Who doesn’t pay attention to their fluid intake

Steve, maybe, if he’s drinking alcohol (otherwise, he’s more likely to just Always Be well hydrated, less “not paying attention” and more “always shooting for hydrated, even if that means peeing a lot more”)… but Eddie probs more normally, vacillating wildly between over and under hydrated. 

Who has the larger bladder

I can see arguments for either, steve has to pee a lot, but that’s cuz he’s usually well hydrated. Can see that either resulting in him Not holding as much, cuz always peeing, or holding plenty, just, there’s always plenty to hold…

And I can see Eddie with a monster bladder cuz he’s always putting it off, and therefore always holding… or the opposite, especially if he’s bad about, like, drinking water, and it usually drinking, like, coffee or other things that are stimulants/diuretics/bladder irritants.

Who is more likely to have a shy bladder

I think it could be fun to write either one that way… but of the two, probs more likely Eddie. He’s a more baseline-anxious type to begin with… and I think athletics to the degree Steve has participated are very likely to cure anyone of that– when you gotta, then you gotta, and you gotta take every opportunity, even when you’re packed in with a bunch of other athletes and there’s maybe not much privacy

Who will only use an appropriate facility

I don’t think either would care, really. Steve has definitely pissed in some “convenient” places during/after games, or in folks’ backyards during parties, but also i bet Eddie has pissed in the woods in particular many a time.

If we gave either one a shy bladder, that could be a component, but i don’t think it much is if we’re trying to be canon compliant.

More likely to have a holding kink

I want to say eddie, who i think is more likely to be kinkier in general/aware of his kinks. 

But steve, between the athletics, the drinking at parties, the general competitiveness, and the fact that he definitely definitely has had a great deal MORE sex than eddie– it’s entirely possible, that if he had one he would also have figured it out.

Who challenges the other to a holding contest

Either. They’re competitive. Actually, maybe it’s a comment/dare/etx from Robin or one of the kids.

How would each react to having and accident

Lol depends on how sober they are and or if there are extenuating Upside down shenanigans.

I can see eddie being embarrassed/humiliated maybe? If it was, like, sober in company or while he was trying to be cool or smth. Like maybe if it was Steve catching him coming out of a hyperfocus sesh and he doesn’t make it, maybe then he’d be embarrassed, especially if they were dating and hadn’t been that long. 

But if he’s in an altered state and/or really after all the shit they’ve been through, idk that he would care that much.

Similar for steve, like, if it were to happen somehow like on a date or smth, some situ where he was trying to be Cool Steve, maybe he’d b embarrassed about it. Maybe if it happened during sex, where he prides himself on always giving a Good Time… maybe then he’d be bothered… but otherwise, nah. Again, intense athletics + altered states + the upside freaking down, who gives a shit.

How would each react to the other being desperate/having an accident

I mean, with horniness in anything I write. But otherwise…

So if Eddie’s in the pickle, genuine stressed about whether he’s gonna make it/or in the aftermath, Steve’s gonna be good about it (in the later seasons, might have been a real Ass earlier). He’s gonna do his best to get Eddie wherever he’s got to go, or find him a bottle, or encourage him to piss on a tree or whatever, the fuck does anyone care about it. Clothes wash. 

He might tease some, definitely if this is pre-established kinky game stuff for them, but he’s gonna do his best to make Eddie not feel bad/keep other folks from knowing, etc.

In the reverse situ, Eddie would definitely come out of the gate making fun, but he’d shift Very quickly into being genuinely helpful/trying to make Steve laugh about it (even if laughing isn’t exactly ideal, lol)

Who is more likely to wet because of anxiety/fear

Probs eddie. If steve was prone to that, it would have come up almost certainly when Robin mentioned it in the bathroom at Starcourt.

Plus eddie just reads as a nervier dude in general. Dunno how likely, but he’d def be more likely

Who is more likely to wet deliberately

Either if part of some kinky game, steve if during a fight or smth when he knows there’s no point devoting any more brainspace to it (like sometimes in athletics), Steve maybe also more generally (probs again in context of drinking etc) more when they are living at home, partly because he’s not gonna worry so much about ruining his clothes/shoes? Like, not that eddie wears real fancy stuff, but sometimes maybe he does, and especially steve has an empty house with built-in washer dryer and eddie Shares a small space with his uncle and likely does laundry elsewhere.

[gentlezenyatta]

Idk why but I like the idea of a character having to shove a towel between their legs and letting go because they’re so desperate they can’t wait to use the washroom (and it like works for car omo too, especially if there isn’t an empty bottle around or a rest stop in sight) 👀👀

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