#wg drabble

[fat-slobby-hunks]

Anonymous support group for fatties who's fupa have gotten so big they can't touch let alone see their junk.

It's mostly an excuse for all of them to meet up and complain about being so pent up and horny (along with stuffing their faces with junk food in order to cope). The only requirments being you show up naked and bring snacks...

[evansbby]

Ok, so umm.. hear me out but I'm imagining that umm.. Steve and girliepop are being naaaassstyyy 🫠🫠🫠 and Ari is spying on you and he doesn't even imagine the horrors his eyes have to witness but there he is, witnessing, splintering whatever he has in his hand 🫣🫣

And plot twist: Steve doesn't know know but he has an idea that Ari is pulling some peeping tom shit and is really putting on a show, talking all sorts of dirty in your ear 👉👈

Idk idk

I just keep having headcanons about this story, what have you done to meeeee 😭😭😭

No pls I love when people have headcanons of my story!!!

Although I don’t think Ari would let it get that far if he was watching. I think he’d literally drag her out from under Steve, toss her over his shoulder and leave with her 😭😭😭

But for the sake of the “what if” I can totally imagine Steve and reader doing some nasty NASTY shit. Like really nasty. Like he’s got her dressed up as a kitten and they’re doing some pet play and she’s all collared up with his initials around her neck 😭😭😭

I think Ari would DIE of heart palpitations or something.

[hotluncheddie]

‘I just don’t get it.’ Steve says, slamming the apartment door, pouting. 

He throws his keys down on the counter in a huff. Untucking his polo from his skin tight ‘date jeans’ and rubbing his fingers soothingly over the little indents they’re leaving on his belly. 

Eddie and Robin are splayed out on the couch, air hazy with smoke and a half eaten pizza on the coffee table. ‘What babe?’ Robin asks, lifting her arms up and making grabby hands at Steve. 

He slumps over and falls into her side, snuggling into her shoulder and taking a puff form the joint she holds to his lips. ‘I though coming out as bi would mean I’d go on nice dates, like I used to take girls on. But people would take me on them instead, guys or girls.’ He explains, taking another hit. 

‘Ah. Brian wasn’t the one?’ Robin asks. Putting the joint back in her mouth and tucking Steve closer under her arm. 

‘No.’ Steve pouts. ‘He was lame and he got all weird when I ordered pie. Which, like, we met at the bar, he knows what I look like, it’s not surprising that I ordered pie. Then he started yapping about his jogging routine.’ Steve rolls his eyes, undoing the fly of his jeans so he can kick them off and get comfy on the couch, like he always does, ‘date jeans’ are way too constricting for high pizza time. ‘Like one, bold of him to assume I don’t jog when I do, like, when I feel like it. And two, the pie was really good! I even offered him a bite and he didn’t even accept it! Rude!’ 

‘So rude.’ Robin pets at Steve’s head. 

Eddie unsticks himself from the sofa to get another slice of pizza and pass one over to Steve in consolidation. Nodding along to what Steve is saying as it passes through the soup of his brain. 

‘Like I know people like to sleep around and that’s fun and all but why are they so bad at dating?’ He pulls another deep drag of the joint Robin holds for him, chewing a bite of pizza as smoke billows out between his lips. ‘Why does no one want a cute fat boyfriend with great hair? Why do they just see me as a piece of ass?’ He whines, the weed hitting him now. 

‘Because your ass is great babe.’ Robin says, stealing a chunk of his crust. ‘Top tier ass.’ 

He looks up at her with big eyes ‘Yeah?’ 

‘Yeah.’ She smiles at him, pinching his cheek 

‘I want a cute fat boyfriend.’ Eddie sighs, from the other end of the couch. eyes glazed over staring at the muted tv screen, his slice of pizza held untouched in his hand. ‘I’d take him out on nice dates, brush his hair and help him try on pretty clothes. I could kiss his chubby cheeks and cuddle him and call him sweet names..’ He sighs again, finally taking a bite. 

‘You know Eddie, Stevie here on the couch is single.’ Robin says, getting up to go to the kitchen. Leaving the joint in Steve’s mouth. 

Eddie looks at her go. Blinks hard a couple times and looks at Steve. Sprawled out on the couch cushions, belly peaking out of his shirt. His lovely roommate Steve. Cute and fat and silly hot. ‘Maybe I even want to hold his hand as we take a little walk. Maybe I want to take care of him and spoil him and make him feel like the world spins around him. He could get fatter, if he wanted, because i lo-like him so much.' Eddie continues. Confesses. Eyes wide and heart racing.  

Steve’s cheeks are pink, eyes glassy and pretty. ‘Me?’ Steve points at himself, joint between his long fingers, looking at Eddie, looking all over his face. 

‘Yeah.’ he breaths. Matching the dopey smile that spreads over Steve’s face, besotted and beaming. 

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me and @scoops-aboy86 were talking about this post. so now you all have to read the silliness too xoxo

Tag list (open): @pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @chickensinrainboots @cheesedoctor

[strykingfats]

"Hnnff... gotta make it to my room.... Hnnff... before I- Before I-" Louvel whined as he felt his poor FUPA rubbing against his belly which only made the buried treasure underneath the apron of adipose grow firm and slicked with pre... which was only worsening with every step he took... sweat forming across his fat body, dribbling down onto the floor, his heart racing as he tries to will himself to take another step..... "Hooooooooghhh... Mnnnhhh... have to take another few steps..so I can... relieve myself...." He said to himself with a whine, however... this was the result of himself getting turned on... therefore he needs to live with it.

Finally, he would take another few steps, releasing a gasping moan followed by a shudder feeling his wobbling belly brush against his Fupa even more as sparks flew down his back... oh no... just one more.. and that could be it... "Haaaaahhhnnn! Oh no... Im too close... I have to....." He whined, which he had to will himself... he was just a few meters from the door to his room... and he needed to get there no matter what. Which he bit his lip....closing his eyes with worry and then re-opening them with determination. As he waddled as quickly as he could, sparks flying down his back as his member was throbbing as he released moan after moan and gasp after gasp until he was in his room... which he still waddled the pressure in his FUPA already going wild...

and finally when he got to his bed...

"Huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" Louvel would release a cry of pleasure feeling the release of his member and cream rolling down his thick tree trunk thighs as he panted and fell backwards onto his bed....

Looks like he has to take care of this.. unless if someone is willing to clean him up a bit... after all he has all the time in the world.

[bibastibootz]

Der Karton scheppert, als Thorsten ihn etwas zu plump auf dem stetig wachsenden Kartonstapel vor der Wohnungstür absetzt. Mit einem leicht panischen Blick schaut er auf die gekritzelte Beschriftung Küche und hofft, dass jegliche Teller, Schüsseln und Tassen überlebt haben.

Thorsten stöhnt, als er sich wieder aufrichtet und den Rücken einmal ordentlich durchstreckt. Er wird langsam zu alt für sowas. Wie gut, dass er sich sicher ist, dass das hier für die Ewigkeit ist.

Eine quietschende Tür lässt ihn umdrehen. Aus der Wohnung gegenüber streckt eine alte Dame ihren Kopf in den Flur.

„Sie ziehen heute ein?“

Thorsten lächelt und wischt die Hände an seiner Hose ab, bevor er ihr die Hand reicht. „Genau“, antwortet er. „Thorsten Lannert. Freut mich.“

„Ich bin die Frau Albrecht.“ Die Nachbarin zwinkert ihm zu und stellt sich auf ihre Zehenspitzen, um hinter Thorsten in den Flur zu lugen. „Wohnen Sie alleine?“

„Nein, ich–“

In dem Moment kommt Sebastian die Treppe rauf gepoltert, in seinen Händen zwei Stühle, auf denen er eine Box balanciert. Auch er stöhnt, als er die Sachen vor der Wohnungstür abstellt. 

Thorsten hebt seine Hand und zeigt auf Sebastian. „Das ist mein Partner“, erklärt er.

Sebastian wischt sich die Haare und den Schweiß von der Stirn. Erst, als er einmal tief durchatmet, merkt er, dass er gerade angeguckt wird. Dann macht er zwei große Schritte und stellt sich neben Thorsten.

„Ich bin die Nachbarin“, erklärt Frau Albrecht.

Thorsten schaut zu Sebastian. „Das ist Frau Albrecht“, erklärt er. „Und das ist–“

„Sebastian Bootz. Hallo.“ Sebastian gibt ihr die Hand und lächelt sie charmant an, bevor er sich an Thorsten wendet. „Wir sollten weitermachen. Sonst beschwert sich noch jemand, weil wir ein bisschen auf der Straße stehen.“

„Ich wollte Sie auch gar nicht unterbrechen“, sagt Frau Albrecht und hebt entschuldigend die Hände. Sie macht einen Schritt zurück in ihre Wohnung und lächelt den zwei Männern noch einmal zu.

Thorsten schüttelt den Kopf. „Gar kein Problem. Wir stellen uns bald mal vernünftig bei Ihnen vor.“

„Gerne“, antwortet Frau Albrecht.

„Sollen wir?“, fragt Sebastian und reibt die Hände aneinander. „Der Küchentisch trägt sich nicht von allein die Treppen hoch.“

Thorsten nickt und schlägt ganz sachte mit seiner Hand gegen Sebastians Hüfte, als er sich umdreht. „Na dann los.“

Als sie nebeneinander die Treppe hinuntergehen, hören sie, wie die Tür von Frau Albrecht ins Schloss fällt. Sebastian blickt noch einmal nach oben in den Flur und wendet sich dann wieder Thorsten zu.

„Partner also, hm?“, fragt er mit einem Schmunzeln.

Thorsten muss grinsen. „Ja?“

„Dir ist schon klar, dass die liebe Frau Albrecht nun denkt, dass wir ein Paar sind, oder?“

„Soll sie doch“, antwortet Thorsten und lacht. Er geht vor, als sie unten an der Treppe angekommen sind und durch die aufgesperrte Haustür nach draußen in die Sonne gehen, wo ihr Umzugswagen mit noch viel zu vielen Kartons und Möbeln wartet.

„Du hättest auch einfach Kollege sagen können“, sagt Sebastian, als er die nächsten Kartons auf dem Fußweg abstellt.

Thorsten greift nach zwei Stehlampen, die er aus seiner Wohnung mitgebracht hat, und stellt sie daneben. Er wirft Sebastian einen fragenden Blick zu. „Ist das denn alles, was wir sind? Kollegen?“

Sebastian schließt die Türen vom Transporter und schaut dann in Thorstens Augen. In dem Sonnenlicht leuchten sie so schön in einem kühlen Blau. „Wo du recht hast“, gibt er schließlich zu und geht in die Knie, um nach dem unteren Karton zu greifen. Mit seinem Kopf nickt er in Richtung Lampen. „Nicht einschlafen, Partner“, sagt er und geht vergnügt Richtung Haustür. 

Thorsten folgt ihm, eine Stehlampe in jeder Hand. Schon lange hat er nicht mehr dieses warme, leichte Gefühl in der Brust gehabt. Er kommt heute gar nicht mehr aus dem Grinsen heraus.

[gegenpress1ng]

Soßenbinder und Pestogläser on ao3

ranz wg verse, t-rated

Julian und Deniz gehen zum Netto.

[fat-slobby-hunks]

Your local adventures party stopping by the local tavern for some food and drinks after a long and perilous quest.

Their knight orders as mug of ale only for the clumsy bar maid to accidentally give him the wrong mug... instead of the finest brewed drink in the land he's given a flask of dwarf beer ordered cheap with no guarantee that i may or may not have some minor enchantments...

One Sip and the brave muscular knight is already starting to fatten up. Leather straps tightening and armor creaking as his shake changes. A flat toned stomach slowly developing curves and rolls of fat as he down half the glass before finishing the rest in one gulp.

"BWOOOOOOOOORP ANOTHER!" Is all he says before reaching across the bar and grabbing a leg of meat right off another patrons plate. He's grunting and sweating bullets as he waits for his next drink and soon enough he's shedding his armor down to just an undershirt and some patched together trousers. All eyes are on him as he goes for his second glass despite protests from his party and the bar maid, he doesn't listen even as his rump doubles in size and begins to work its way out of his pants forming a meaty shelf hanging off the edge of a now creaking bar stool.

Bites of meat smearing his face with grease and long chugs of drink dribbling swill down his now multiple chins make for quite the sight. It's not every day one gets to watch a night eat an entire family's worth of food in one go let alone while drinking enough enchanted ale to knock out a dragon. Even as his height began to diminish and the once tall knight was now only a half of his former size he kept eating asking for more meat and bread to be brought out.

Now wider than he was tall the bloating warrior was satisfied to spend his gains from his latest quest on the taverns finest meals and drink eagerly buying rounds for the half drunken patrons and his horrified party members. The binge would continue until after cleaning out the bar of food and drink the knight was left in a sweaty heap on the floor face stained with food and belly and rolls drenched in spilled beer. A fitting conclusion for such a undignified display. Snoozing away on the floor until the first light of the next day where the fun could start all over again with another round of drink.

[evansbby]

I’ve been thinking I want to write a wicked games drabble but about Steve. Like a kind of “what if” drabble where he didn’t scare reader off like how he did in wg3, so the drabble would be more interaction/flirtation/spicy scenes between them! Idk if that makes sense??? But who would be interested? I feel like wg!Ari got a drabble so wg!Steve should get one too. I feel like I wanna explore more of how he was in chapter 2, like all mysterious and sexy. LET ME KNOW WHAT U THINK AND IF U WOULD READ IT

[hotluncheddie]

santa baby

just a little silly thing for christmas <3

rated: T | cw: none | tags: chubby eddie, established relationship, fluff, they’re in love

❆⋆꙳•☃︎⋆꙳•✩⋆꙳•❅

‘is this outfit giving santa enough that rob won’t bitch at me over not being festive?’

steve has just finished doing his hair so it looks acceptable beneath the elf hat he made. matched with his green and red striped shirt it’s more than good enough for robins holiday party, even with its die hard ‘dress festive’ rule.

steve looks over and eddies in his usual tight black jeans and big black winter boots. but the weight he gained has gone straight to his belly, pushing out against his red sweater. it’s tucked into his jeans and his belly rests on the big gold belt buckle that holds them up. he’s also been playing with growing his facial hair out so there’s a shadow of dark stubble over his cheeks and chin. it makes him look older, more mature.

steve’s mouth fills with spit.

his brain can’t seem to form words but suddenly he’s filled with about twice the normal amount of blood. he feels it make his cheeks go ruddy. pink up to the tips of his ears and down his chest. feels all that annoying new blood flow south.

‘oh, stevie.’ eddie coos, instantly catching steve out. ‘is the santa look doing it for you?’ his smile is delighted and teasing.

steve flushes even more and pouts. they’ve gotta go out soon and now his stupid boyfriend has filled him with blood.

‘baby, you are so cute.’ eddie steps over to the bed, setting down and letting his thighs spread wide, his bulge noticeable, soft pecks becoming more pronounced.

‘cm’ere, come sit on santas lap big boy.’ eddie pats his leg and steve bites his lip, huffing a little whine.

but the red santa hat compliments eddie’s rosy cheeks, the width of his smile. even if you can’t quiet see his dimples through the beard anymore. steve swoons all over again. call it Christmas magic or whatever, his boyfriend is hot.

‘you’re so dumb.’ steve rolls his eyes but goes over and curls himself into eddie’s lap, breathing in the smell of cologne at his neck.

eddie pinches his chin and lifts steve face up for a kiss. ‘m’rry christmas baby.’ eddie pecks steve’s nose.

‘merry christmas.’ steve sighs, eyelashes fluttering closed, leaning in close. ‘love you.’ and eddie kisses him, full of tongue and heat, and love.

[carmentalis]

Ich hoffe ja sehr auf die WG. Und darauf, dass geklärt wird, ob es Schürk/Hölzer oder Hölzer/Schürk auf dem Klingelschild ist.

Drabble 34 - Frage

"Schnarchst du?", fragt Pia, weil sie seit Ewigkeiten fallbedingte Nachtgeräusche diskutieren.

"Nein, tut er nicht," schnappt Adam, bevor Leo etwas sagen kann. “Garantier ich dir.”

Esther und Pia mustern sie beide vielsagend. Nach einem verwirrten Moment begreift Adam, warum. 

Er starrt trotzig zurück. Auch, weil er es nicht wagt, Leo nur aus dem Augenwinkel anzusehen. 

Es gibt Pläne dafür, wie sie die Kolleginnen informieren, dass die WG keine reine Zweckgemeinschaft mehr ist. 

Die haben sich wohl erledigt.

"Schnarchst du etwa, oder wie?" feuert er sicherheitshalber zurück. 

"Nein, tut sie nicht," kommt von Esther, und damit ist auch diese Frage geklärt.

[siberat]

Mmmmmm….. who’s been your favorite chubby character(s) to write for? Every character’s got their pros and cons, but some just stick out the most 🤤

Signed,

An obsessive reader of your Ratchet content teehee

ahhhh, this one is a little hard, to be honest.

for long stories- it’s more the concept/theme of the story. Like the aidlock one- wanted to play with opposite factions, a character that is so chirpy and happy verses one that was doom and gloom…. A once dreaded companion turned into a desirable one. So, what gets me the most excited for longer stories is the theme of it. Yes, the characters def help- but truthfully, long stories are usually of my picking.

the all time easier standard would be Ratchet- just because I have done so much with him and you can really play with themes with him- he could be grumpy and not happy with wg, or cuddly and happy.

best dynamic: an overinthused feeder and a very willing feedee. Obviously Aid fits the first.

worst dynamic- as in hardest to write; forced feeding. It just feels very hard for me (but gives me something to work on)

for drabbles: fav feedee is Blast Off, followed by ratchet and first aid. Brawl is a good one too- but haven’t written much with him.

for vore: fav is sunder- but the only other contender was shockwave

worst ones: honestly, it would come down to characters I don’t really write much about/know much about.

of course I done some other ones, but those are the ones that stand out the most for me.

what about you, fellow readers? What are some of your favs to write (or read about if you don’t read)

[atlas-nsfw]

Can we please have a giant sandworm x chubby fem human reader where reader is taken back to the sandworms underground cave where the sandworms breeding kink kicks in and pumps the reader with loads of eggs making her the new queen of the hive of sandworms. (size kink, breeding kink, belly bulge, wg)

This is so specific and for most of my asks I really prefer having more freedom with the content since I am doing these for free. Something like this might be better off as a commission, which I am happy to do if you send me a DM. I will give some of my thoughts and drabble a little on this though since my profile post wasn’t that clear on my preferred asks and needed to be updated ^^

The sandworm was smitten with the human from the beginning, snatching her and taking her down to his tunnels. She was scared at first but he found it easy to soothe her with his massive cocks. Soon, she was rubbing herself on their girth of her own volition. He liked to watch that soft body of hers try to take all of his two cocks. It was cute.

It took a while to stretch her out, to make her the perfect queen who could hold his loads of eggs, but soon she was eagerly accepting his offspring. He would fill her womb and watch her grow. He pampered her as she weighed heavy with his spawn, bringing her food and comforts as she remained perched in a cushioned nest he had made.

Soon she would be ready to lay the first clutch and then accept his second.

[acapelladitty]

Can you tell me why I think it's such a turn on for a woman to talk about how handsome another man is to the man she is fucking. Like WT is butt naked on Jon's couch talking about how handsome Eddie is I can'ttttt 😭😭 Eddie is fr the most handsome Rogue after Harvey and I'm glad Witty Girl gets it too. 😌

If I could think of a way to get WG to meet Edward and not have Crane go absolutely fucking spare that his little rabbit has been discovered then I would 🤣 maybe an AU drabble could be fun? And I think there's something very primal and tasty in trying to spark a man's jealousy by talking about another man in his presence (especially when said man is notoriously a little bit more possessive than some would deem healthy).

[fat-slobby-hunks]

The pilot of the AC being so fat that they can't even be taken out, they just have to live inside it...

Very similar to re-education this process is an admittedly horrifying practice mostly used by the Arquebus Corporation as punishment for disobedient pilot's or those who's skills aren't up to company standards.

A specially designed skin tight combat suit is placed around the pilot which connects them directly to the AC allowing for incredible precision when piloting the machine. However the enhanced strain this process puts on the body almost guarantees side-effects in all cases. The metabolism is slowed to a crawl and intense feelings of hunger and other bodily sensations have been reported.

A subsidiary of Arquebus has manufactured a food supplement that provides all the necessary nutrients a person needs to survive and is fattening enough to counteract the augmentation's high energy and nutritional demand. This comes at the cost of extreme weight gain and within just a week of consistent ingestion a average sized augmented human will become morbidly obese and functionally immobile.

Modifications will be made to the frame to withstand the extra weight of the pilot and added life support facilities. They will eat, sleep and relieve themselves in the machine and if they eventual outgrow their chassis a new one will be made.

Strong mental conditioning is needed to keep a person sane throughout the procedure with hypnotized videos and hidden audio prompts to implant suggestions in the subjects mind are routinely played almost constantly particularly during meals, sleep and pleasurable activities. Eventually they will associate these activities with food and work making their appetites insatiable and the perfect loyal.

Employees and Pilot's who undergo this process are effectively erased from all records and are given a new call sign and are henceforth referred to as Hogs.

The pilot V.VII Swinburne of the Vespers was particularly fond of this process and routinely had prisoners and spies captured during missions put through it as punishment until he himself was forced to under go it after fleeing a mission and using Arquebus funds to pay off an independent mercenary.

[evansbby]

THE TRUTH IS I MISS WRITING POYT AND I WANT TO WRITE A CONTINUATION TO THE BUCKY SPIN OFF WITH THE REACTIONS OF EVERYONE WHEN THEY SEE STEVE MARKED OMEGA ‼️‼️

[hotluncheddie]

✨hello✨ I’m havin thoughts again and now you bear the brunt of them (I’m so sorry it’s because your writing makes me feral 😈)-

Just thinkin about how Steve would be the service top to end all service tops- like that man would be *so* invested in his partners pleasure yk, like that man gets off on getting his partner off

So enter Eddie- and maybe Eddie’s never had a relationship like this before, where they’re properly dating and all that. And then maybe for whatever reason, Eddie gains weight, gets chubby, a belly, thicker thighs n all that sexy shit,

And Steve is just like 👹🥵😍🥰😘 because now there’s more?? For him to discover??? About Eddie??? And he just gets so invested in seeing how different parts of Eddie get more sensitive, how different positions work better for them, and basically just Steve having the absolute time of his LIFE because all he wants is for Eddie to feel good and it’s like every wet dream he’s ever had:

someone allowing him in and discovering everything they like *with him* and he likes Eddie soooo much and he’s just so happy that the person who’s letting him in is Eddie!! And he gets to do this with Eddie!! And Eddie likes Steve so much too, and he just feels so comfy with Steve because Steve always makes him feel so good about himself✨

Anyways this started as something smutty and then I had to insert schmoopy ass shit into it at the very end because I’m literally incapable of having any other thoughts??? So now I’m leaving this here I’m so sorry

AAAAAAAAAAAAA  *goes outside* *rips all my clothes off* *fucking howls at the moon* 

dude!! don’t apologise!!! thank you thank you for sharing such big brain JUICY thoughts with meeeee!!!! 

i’m just obsessed with like service top steve, service mouth steve, service dom steve like feeds into his praise kink SO well. just wants eddie to feel GOOD. steve just loves hearing it and seeing it and making it happen, just makes him so HARD, fucking LEAKING over the noises and faces he gets eddie to make. 

and like i just have this image of newly chubby eddie wearing his leather jacket, maybe going to steves work to talk to him. but his new belly is peeking out the front, pushing the flaps of the jacket apart and steve just sees it and in his head he’s going crazy. because this eddie is so hot and still so confident and so happy because everything's over and he can relax and god his jeans look so good now with all the meat eddie has on his thighs and steve is just a blushy stammering mess.

like steve who’s just obsessed with being able to bury himself between eddie’s newly thick thighs, them squeezing his head and he’s just able to open his mouth and taste and feel. and maybe his hearing has gone a bit but its okay because eddie is SO loud all the time so steve can always hear what feels good. and eddie never stops taking never stops telling him how good he is, how amazing and perfect it feels. 

maybe they’ve not been dating that long and steve’s just still fixated on the fact that he fucking loves sucking dick. but maybe eddie gets kinda insecure. ‘i barely ever even to touch you stevie’ and steve goes so red because he didn’t really realise it was so noticeable but, like, he just doesn't need eddie to do anything back, because he always gets off on eddie’s moans the feeling of eddie around him and it just the perfect environment for him to rut against the mattress and finish. mind and body foggy and gooey and delicious. he’s ruined so many pyjama pants that way. 

and when he tells eddie all that, eddie just gets gooey and calls him cute and kisses him silly. but then eddie makes a point of spending some nights on just steve, making him moan, whispering the praise right in his ear so he really gets it, knows how good eddie feels with him, how much he thinks about steve when he's alone with just his hand (oh and steve would just LOVE that, getting eddie off even when they’re apart). eddie making them switch positions so eddie can see the look on steve face when he finally tips over the edge. 

or maybe eddie’s had like a little experience with a couple random guys just from like parties here and there. but it always felt like he was performing, like he had to put on a roll, like he couldn’t really enjoy himself. he always had to pay to much attention to if the other guy still liked him, was still into it. so he had fun, got off but it was never a space where he could really let go. but with steve, with steve its like his fucking soul is being bared.  

because steve is just so obsessed with eddie loosing himself and just enjoying it. like steve has to spell it out a bit but eventually eddie gets that steve gets most turned on by eddie being truly in it. just thinking and moving in whatever way feels good. and eddie leans into it. same way he leans into his weight gain. he likes how it feels, how his body has changed, likes eating and doesn’t wanna stop. and steve is SO SO into that, eddie being happy and comfortable and it’s just makes everything hotter. so eddie gets naked way more, wants to try different positions, see what feels best. finds out that he has all these new sensitive parts, all these bits that just light up where steve squeezes them with his big, massive hands. likes slipping into sub space sometimes because he just knows steve will always take care of him. it just feels good, makes them both feel so good. 

like they are the ultimate switch couple, you KNOW they’re trying out every dynamic under the sun, just for the fun of it. pushing matching kinks and playing around to find more kinks and it would just be so fun and gooey and full of love. like so many nights these set ups and bits of foreplay just turn into one sinking into the other, holding each others hands and looking into each others eyes and just making love. 

and i feel like i mention this all the time but i’m obsessed with chubby stoner eddie who just likes snacking on the couch with the tv on and steve under his arm. and i think steve would get a little hot just watching eddie be comfy and indulging and the way him getting full makes his t-shirts fit and i just know that steve would sink to his knees and suck eddie off while eddie just keeps doing what he’d doing.

full horny stoner bf meets sometimes stoned oral fixation bf who loves giving head and loves feeling a belly press against his forehead while he’s doing it. match made it fucking heaven. 

and like chubby whiny eddie who just wants to get looked after because he’s worked a letting these walls he’s built down. knows now that he has someone he can be loved by and he needs to accept it and keep it. because its special, steve is special. and steve who just so so wants to do that for him. has all this love in him that he’s never had reciprocated until now, and he just want to give and look after and be good. so when eddie is full and sleepy and squirming on the couch, just begging steve to fuck him. steve so happily obliges because when eddie wants to get fucked steve is at his fucking service. and its always so good and so hot and so full of love. 

(this was so many tangent parts aaaaa sorry!! and sorry the reply took to long i kept just getting little lines in here and there until i felt like i kinda answered it???)