#numbers kink

[wh0lemilk0vich]

ArgyleShirtSupply!Anon again

I did manage to come up with a bit more in the end 🙈🙈🙈

Eventually outfit try-ons are over and Steve feels like he can finally exhale

Eddie eventually gets to the bottom of his haul and disappointingly 3 of the tees, especially 1 Motörhead one that he had been REALLY excited about, don’t exaaactly fit

Not even not fitting in the same ways! As he’d angrily pointed that all out to Steve- one pinched his arms too much, as he’d shown Steve, jiggling and pinching his own arms right up close in Steve’s face, one’s seams were nearly popping! trying to hold Eddie’s width (and Steve is a GOOD!!!BOYFRIEND!! and he was definitely completely sympathetic hearing Eddie complain, and definitely not just completely uselessly turned on and spouting dumb platitudes when Eddie showed THAT off), and the other two were easily too short for Eddies whole belly

Steve, for one, has no complaints! verdict: A+ haul, 5 stars, thank you Argyle, Steve’ll throw in money and extra for the next lot of shirts

But for someone who was as excited as, and who can be as particular as, Eddie…it’s a bit of a bummer.

So now Steve has a slightly bummed, half naked boyfriend standing in front of him, scrutinising himself in the floor length mirror, whole body swaying gently side to side, as he shifts from foot to foot, deep in dejected thought

And Steve hates to say it…but he’s not completely surprised there were some sizing issues. Because his boy hasn’t ever really let up on getting bigger, and they phoned in his sizes to Argyle about 3 weeks ago.

But! Especially seeing Eddie as complete on show, completely well lit and from all angles at once, as Steve’s seen him all evening - zoning in and out, totally riveted by each movement- there’s definitely new movements, new folds and rolls, more inches to pinch and more of Eddie than there was even 3 weeks ago

There’s a horny clinical part of Steve’s brain that has been stuck on that the whole time: the newness of each visual discovery, wondering how it escaped his notice until now! How was he missing what was happening right in front of him. Steve’s already made up his mind that he can’t wait until next T-Short haul to have that thrill of discovery again, decided he needs to know Eddie’s body as much as he can, know every new part of it as soon as he can

But moreso- Eddie’s trying not to be, but he’s let down! His happy moods been kinda spoiled and Steve can’t have that happen again! Not on his watch!

So Steves a bit unsure, bit nervous about what he’s about to do, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. Not sure Eddie will be in the mood for it right now

And Steve is sympathetic, he is, and ok hey this might actually be helpful? and we’ll ok fuck it he’s gonna shoot his shot

He blows out a big audible thoughtful sigh

“Sucks, but you know how it is man, sizes change between different brands and retailers and whatever. You know…really if you’re gonna be ordering stuff flown in like this, numbered sizes probably aren’t gonna be accurate enough for some of the stuff Argyle’ll be picking you up.”

Steve fixes his eyes downwards, purposefully looking at the magazine laying on the bed in front of him, and casually turns a page.

“I mean if you want things ..to fit just right..It’d probably be a better idea if we just gave him your measurements.”

“Hmm?”

And Eddie cocks an eyebrow at himself in the mirror and finally turns to look at Steve for what feels like the first time since they got home. He doesn’t miss that deliberate “we” for a second, but how had he missed what’s been right next to him all night? Coz ok..wow. His boy is looking sweaty, boy is HOT & BOTHERED all alone on that bed. And Steve at that moment looks up, making eye contact with him now, and he’s wearing such a sweet & unassuming but still subtly suggestive smile

and ok Eddie likes this game

So Eddie mimes thinking it over, being coy, rubbing his belly in thought like other ppl might stroke their chin

“Oh! My measurements you think?”

“Yeah it’s probably safest, so you won’t end up with any duds, make sure this doesn’t happen again”

“Smart. You’re so smart Stevie”

“And-and that way If we notice any measurements….change, before you see him again, it’s a just a phone call, we just call and update him”

“If any measurements change you say? hmmmm”

Oh this is fun. Eddie makes sure to stay demure & thoughtful-faced, playing up how he’s considering his boyfriends smart! and helpful! solution, and he turns his gaze down to look at his massive belly, stroking and grabbing at different parts of it with both hands, making sure to create pleeenty of up and down movement for Steve’s benefit

“I guess you’re right. It’s not a bad idea. Especially with how big this thing is getting.”

He lifts his belly and drops it, not missing Steve’s sharp inhale

“Yeah Yknow baby, it can just be sooo hard to tell once you’re as big as I am! I already feel so huge, like alll over, I don’t even notice it anymore when I get even bigger! It just kinda happens when you eat like I do”

And damn if steve isn’t salivating.

But Eddie puts his finger to pudgy chin in thought at this point

“But wait a minute! To keep track of changes? What it sounds like to me, is your suggesting I be measured on a fairly regular basis?”

And Ohoho yep Steve definitely rutting against his own jeans m, subtle movement sliding him up and down the bed

“It’s a thought.”

And Eddie goes all out on the theatrics for the end play, looks backs to the mirror, twisting and turning this way and that, watching Steve watch his love handles and belly repeatedly bunch up against each other

“But I dunno, I mean Stevie…I really am such a fatty now. Think it might even be tough for me to hold a tape measure round this whole thing myself! I don’t know what to do!”

Steve’s beat red and just blurts out

“I mean! I sh-w-would-i’ll can-me I can do that…for you”

Eddie clasps his hands over his heart, turns around and bats his big eyes at his boyfriend

“Ohhhh you would do that *for me*?”

And the theatrical faux gratefulness Eddie puts on is the final straw coz Steve just breaks into the biggest shit eating grin, and starts giggling and Eddie’s laughing too now, hands on hips

“Steven Harrington, you kinky shit!”

And thus the story of how relaxing, letting go of jealousy and opening himself up to new friendships lead Steve to realise that he may have a bit of a numbers kink

The knowing, stalking, keen and predatory way Eddie gets when he learns a partner's kinks is just ugh so delicious. Eddie gets off on getting Steve off, so he's super duper going to indulge this and play it up. Finding out Steve had a chubby kink for the first time was already a huge win cause it meant he could eat whatever he wanted, as much as he wanted, even more because turns out getting bigger just gets Harrington harder.

This though, this is a little more intellectual, so he has to think of fun ways to tease Steve with it. Like Steve takes all his measurements right? So Steve gets a thigh measurement and Eddie's like

"Hey, what's your waist measurement again, Stevie? Huh, wow would you look at that, looks like my thigh's almost the size of your waist. Isn't that interesting Stevie?"

Eddie wanting to compare their measurements to see how many Steves he is haha

[master-xochimilli]

Edging myself in a pet's warm tight hole for hours so when the clock hits midnight I'm cumming deep inside them the instant the fireworks outside are exploding

Bringing in the year with me showing them that they're mine, the first thing we see being the sight of their tummy bulging with my warm cum~

[aye-of-newt]

from madame kaji’s perspective episode four had a hard tonal shift in the middle when the plot went from "baby queer’s first visit to the kink club" to "asshole ace commits murder and property damage"

[msbyslilbimbo]

Gojo has a thing for tickling >:(

It’s probably a little something, something he accidentally discovered when he was a teen and harassing poor Suguru because he was just so helpless and looked so pretty laughing and squirming.

And let’s be real- if Suguru did mind, he didn’t say anything.

But it’s just something that has this weird twist on him, a branch of foreplay that keeps him in an act of dominance that may not have even needed to be there.

Like now.

The feeling of you writhing on top of him has his head spinning wildly, hips moving and shifting and lips battling has him in his own paradise he could happily get lost in.

Lips battle for dominance, tongues lacing to tease and teeth clacking against one another for feral carnality and lust. It's a miracle he's able to hold his own, you're a goddess incarnate, especially now as you're draped on top of him, tits bouncing with each slurp against each other filthily.

“I fucking love you,” he murmurs, teeth sinking into your lip.

When a massive paw clamps down on your ass to make you moan, blunt nails gripping the plush of flesh in his hands, Satoru is thrown off when you let out a breathy laugh.

Quiet, and easy. But still, a laugh.

He pulls back in confusion.

Your eyes are blown with pleasure and your lips are glossy with spit, but the way your body is tense tells him everything he needs to know about your little reaction.

"What's wrong?" You pant.

"There's no way."

"No way what?" You're a pretty liar, he'll give you credit there.

"There's no fucking way," he sneers, sinking his teeth into his own lip as his blue eyes look you up and down. His fingers briefly tickle you again, and you whine and giggle a hiss out.

"Don't-"

"Is this pretty little ass ticklish too, babygirl?”

"It’s not!" You say petulantly.

"You're not really in a position to lie to me, are ya?" He teases, letting his fingers slowly start their rhythmic tickling once again, and you let out a string of giggles despite yourself, whatever you could try to conjure into a lie being outed as such.

“Satoru!” You squeal, head bumping against him as a way to make him stop. Your nerves are electric with each scritch of his fingers along your sensitive ass and back, fingers fisting locks of his fluffy hair to ground yourself from the electric feeling. "Stohohop it!"

"Liar's get tickled, babe. You know the rules."

“Toru-!” You whine, shoving his chest while his fingers continue to skitter over your lower back and thighs. “I can’t- ha!”

“Need you to use your words, babygirl,” he chuckles, landing a loud spank to your ass. That, immediately, has you replacing your giggles with moans to sing in the air, but the moment is cut off when he just tickles you some more.

"Th-This-This isn't sexyyyyyy!" You groan around laughter.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, this is fuckin' hot."

With your gyrating hips over his, you’re met with his own anatomy reacting to you, stiff and firm under your writhing victimization. His eyes are blown with pleasure, hazy and leaving all coordination to his fingers. His teeth sinks into his lip.

Fuck, he's so turned on it's painful.

“A-ahHA-Re you fuhuhucking ha-AH-ard?!”

“I’m not not hard,” he snicker. He leans down to sink his teeth into the juncture of your throat, making you whine. “Fuck, baby.”

“I chahahant come like thIHIHIS!”

“You’re a fat liar.” Once again, the hands stop tickling you, and one of them darts straight between your legs to stroke the new, surprising wet spot on your panties. You mewl happily as the sensation, and he smirks, “you like this too, don’t you?”

You can’t say anything, he starts tickling you again, this time moving up to your sides and stomach and making you whine and cackle loudly, but one hand stays buried between your thighs, slipping past your underwear and slipping two fingers inside of your velveteen walls through the soaked lace. Your arousal is shrouded in laughter and whines, seeping through your panties and staining the fabric of his pants. “Holy fuck.”

“Satoruuu!” You whine.

Your hips, in search of something to feed the throbbing between your hips, grates against his, the zipper of his pants slotting almost too perfectly between your legs to nip at your clit, and you whimper in delight as you’re finally getting the relief you need in addition to the feeling you’re getting with this…. Sensation.

“Gonna cum-“

“Told you.”

“Dont w-HAHA-hahahanna!” You plead. “Not like this!”

He smirks and sinks his teeth into the meat of your bouncing breast, another sing of pleasure passing your lips.

“I don’t think you have a say in it, doll.

“Gonna make you love cumming like this.”

[18catsreading]

Erika: I kick it in!

Brennan: give me athletics

*nat 20* the door explode open in splinters

Brennan: you're so fucking strong

Lou: This is definitely a kink right?

Aabria: this is for a lot of people

Erika: I'm still wearing that little Lolita dress too

Lou: oh, exactly that's the kink part!

Aabria: Ame's in her bro-lita era

Brennan: incredible

Chorus: Bro-lita

[gainevere]

😅

[nametakensff]

Okay, here's a little wav of me trying to sneeze as loudly and violently as I can! I tried really hard to fight back letting myself sneeze multiple, smaller sneezes the way I'm prone to do normally 😮‍💨

((I couldn't go for any longer than this because I was getting lightheaded and my ribs started to hurt?? 💀 RIP. Still fun

I induced these with a hair pin and I think if I tried to sneeze this hard with chhinkni I would actually pass out))

[inchidentally]

was looking for something else but I've never seen this classic example of their engineer vs. visual artist dynamic where Oscar discovers a problem and goes for a logical solution vs Lando struggling without knowing why until he sees what Oscar is doing and copies it but with added flair✨

[wh0lemilk0vich]

Ohhhh love seeing a bolder Steve - i really can’t choose between bold or vanilla Steve - guess all flavours are good

Not sure if this is ur thing (sure is mine)

But let’s say it’s just been the festive season and heading into New Years and Eddie is looking so big, boy has noticeably grown again

Steve’s so gone on it, so obsessed, but he’s also…really like to know..just how much bigger Eddie’s gotten. He’s a former athlete, it’s in his nature to keep score

Just Steve Harrington discovering he has a numbers kink

This ABSOLUTELY works for me.

I love the idea of Eddie just being casual go with the flow, I seem to just be getting bigger, Harrington is into it, so I'm totally into it sort of gainer (if he even identifies as one, I think he just sees it all as an excuse to never think about what he eats).

But meticulous haircut, shirt-pants, athlete Steve with a numbers kink? Just so amazing 🥵🥵

He always wants to break out a measuring tape or a scale when he starts noticing Eddie looks bigger, and like comparing Eddie's old clothes or Steve's own clothes to what Eddie wears now...

Getting him to try to stuff himself into old stuff...

Measuring every inch of him just to get himself so turned on and flustered and amazed that he has to get on top of Eddie immediately 🥵

Yes please

[curiousmons]

Imagine a monster that can change aspects of their body. But they maintain their truest form when with you, and only alter their cock to surprise you every time

[mtfman]

the way i spent so much time shaving my entire body and putting on makeup only to get misgendered by every single client i talked to today 😵‍💫 most did it accidentally but one woman made a point to call me sir over & over again it made my cock so so happy, by the end of the conversation i was staring right at her boobs and when she said the name on my nametag doesn't suit a man like me i swear she was smiling and she fucking pressed her tits together 🥵 i was blushing and stammering so much, i wonder if she thought i was about to jerk off or cry but honestly i couldn't tell either 🤤 i love transphobia i want this every day of my life i know this could set me straight

[samwpmarleau]

JAMIE & KEELEY            ↳ 2.02 Lavender

[wellfedfemme]

chugged a malted strawberry milkshake to finish off lunch (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

i weighed in today and i put on like five pounds over the past few weeks ;))))

the wg->horny->wg cycle has had my brain in a fucking chokehold lmfao, i can legit feel my clothes getting tighter by the day and it just makes me want more, faster >:3

[blindmagdalena]

OKAY PERFECT!!!!

priest hl with a corruption kink for innocent church girl reader🫶

she looks so pretty in her fancy church clothes and just AUGHHEHHHH

encouraging her into the confessional so that he can coax out any lick of sin because it's there, he's sure it is. why else would he be so tempted by her? he can practically smell it on her. feel it in the breathless way she watches him preach.

even better if the priest schtick is his secret identity and he's still loaded up with all the powers we know and love.

[wh0lemilk0vich]

Heyyy, it’s me again ArgyleTShirtSupply!Anon and oooh boy okay it’s a long horny one

Feeling a bit bad at making Steve so seethingly jealous, and Eddie so out of the loop, fun as it is

But gotta say I’m loving your addition of a spiteful stuff n fuck like *chefs kiss* Steve falling asleep, feeling victorious against his (complete non-)rival Argyle, just smiling and spooning Eddie, hands cradling a warm full n fat belly, smiling all smug to himself like “Take that Argyle!”

But anyways - Wanted to throw the guy a bone (heh. pun) so:

Argyles once again in Hawkins and there’s a big cook out at the Byers-Hoppers place and everybody’s there, catching up

AND Argyle has come back to Hawkins bearing gifts!

There’s money & goods exchanged and then the expected reunion of the two-lost-halves-of-one-soul type thing Eddie and Argyle seem to do each time (with a chuckling happy Jonathan on the sidelines) after each long stretch apart

BUT Steve is cool! There are no eyes rolled here! Steve, after a (week long) pep talk from Robin, in anticipation of an incoming Argyle, is trying his best not to sour Eddie’s time with his friend or make said friends hair stand up on the back of his neck whenever they’re all sharing the same space

So Good & Nice Boyfriend Steve Harrington is out in full force. He can hear Robins voice in his head: “Civility Steve! I KNOW you can turn that charm on like a light switch when you put your mind to it”

So the gang has a good time hanging out and Steve’s sheepishly admitting to himself that he maaay have been a little over the top hostile towards Argyle previously. Guy seems fine. He’s on thin ice, but he’s fine

But..what PARTICULARLY helps this time though, is the unforeseen perk of Eddie getting a whole new set of t-shirts, sight unseen - meaning Steve now gets a front row seat to his own private fashion show, backstage and access all areas

After parting from the gang Eddie asks if they can go back to Steve’s tonight. Steve’s parents are out of town but more importantly is the lack of (what Eddie deems) adequate mirrors at the trailer, and if Eddies gonna examine his new merch, perfect his *LOOK* Steve, he wants a good full body view, and Steve’s parents’ guest bedroom has those huge-ass almost floor to ceiling mirrored closet doors, just made for this sorta thing

So that’s how Steve finds himself in the designated role of dutiful boyfriend, lazing on the guest bed, going through the motions of flicking thru one of his moms magazines, really not ever putting eyes to page coz…

Now. Eddie’s not even trying to be sexy right now coz Eddie’s a focused perfectionist about these sorts of things, can be a bit vain about his style, he’s always particular about the minutiae of his obsessions like D&D and metal, and he’s been deprived of merch that actual fits for so long, so he’s actually absorbed in his own world, keenly assessing his new haul, accessorising and examining himself head to toe in the mirrors

Eddie’s asking Steve his opinion and throwing out some questions intermittently but usually Eddie’s drawn his own conclusions already and they’re mostly rhetorical and not requiring intellectual input from Steve and thank fuck coz Steve does not have the blood flow to his brain right now to say anything intelligent

Because the show Eddie doesn’t even realise he’s putting on for Steve…it’s obscene

Eddie had shown uncharacteristic restraint at the get together tonight (read- only ate enough to serve like 3 people) anticipating trying on his new goods he’s been looking forward to, which just means instead of the stuffed taut belly Steve had expected tonight, Eddie is deliciously squishy, soft and wobbly and set compleeetely a jiggling by every bit of movement trying on clothes entails. Steve is hypnotised

And god Steve is getting an absolute eyeful. Floor length mirrors, with Steve sat lounging behind his double wide boyfriend, he’s getting a complete show of all this movement in 360 degrees

Just….Eddie’s big lower belly shifting and wobbling, dipping low enough to meet the top of his chunky thighs everytime he leans over to grab out a new shirt from the bag. And then- pulling the shirts down over his belly likewise sets his whole body a quivering. The shimmy he has to do to get them over his wide beefy shoulders

The way Eddie has to work a t shirt down over his belly, it’s like a 3 move process to totally pull down shirts to cover the expanse of his gut and then the way he rubs his hands down his belly to totally flatten them into place, palming his sides and creating the subtlest of belly jiggles (the shirts’ll still cling and work their way into the dip in his side rolls & love handles at the end of it anyway and Steve is so weak for all it)

Every motion of pulling off a shirt sets his every inch of his creamy skin a jiggling side to side, up n down, and godddd Eddie’s just so creamy soft all over

And then again with the bending down to pull out a new shirt and with the bending over, forcing Eddie’s belly to contort into extra new rolls, his gorgeous tits sitting big and pretty up top, dipping with him when he goes back into the bag

And then there’s that Eddie is also changing in and out of different pairs of pants and jeans he brought with him anticipating trying on his long awaited new shirts, seeing which ‘fits go best together and ALLLL of Eddie’s pants are tight, no exception, so there’s So. Much. Jumping! involved in getting them on and that ass is shaking so violently. Then there’s the wiggling side to side shimmy to slide the tight pants off his chunky ass n thighs and fuuuck his plump boys whole body has not had a moment to stop it’s movement thru all this, there’s always something Steve zones in on

And Eddie does this thing where he physically lifts up his bellyhang and sort of collects it up and rests it on his forearms to really leave his hands free to force his pants buttons closed and once zipped up there’s that cascading release where his gut surges and bounces back out to its true size over the top of his pants. A true top tier favourite motion of Steves

Like god he knew Eddie was big but sometimes it hits him just how big and just how fat he is, he’s just so wide and plush, he’s twisting this way and that and the shirts are new but when Eddies buttoned his jeans under his over hang there’s still so often a delicious sliver of doughy belly that slips into view under the hems as he twists this way and that

Then there’s when Eddie’s shirtless and unfolding and refolding his shirts - the way his bulging pudgy upper arms are pushing his tits together, creating this fleeting excess cleavage, pushing into his neck, only for them to then be drawn apart by gravity when his arms shift out again, rinse repeat…fucking crazy

Steve knows all these little subtle domestic moves off by heart from watching Eddie get dressed countless times, feels kinda lame for how he’s a total slut for all of these movements even though they’re just these totally nothing, thoughtless mundane details to Eddie, he’s just putting on clothes for christ sake! but it’s just..Eddie!! And he’s never seen these motions all repeated over n over for a such prolonged period of time like this, Eddie constantly pulling these movements, so many times over and over and over and over and over….

Steve is going to die. RIP Steve Harrington, cause of death terminal horniness

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I didn’t really know how to finish this but I guess Steve just snaps and goes a bit feral and eventually pounces coz geez Eddie your boy has kept himself so so well behaved and he’s needed you to absolutely bodily smother him through to the other side of the mattress since like 10 outfit changes ago

ArgyleTeeShirtSupply! Honestly, what can I do but post these without comment. They're all so good. Maybe I'll put a few additional cute comments on the last one 😁

Everybody, please enjoy three amazing additions to the T-Shirt idea from 👕anon

[prince-liest]

Current writing priorities, should they manage to stay the same for any reasonable length of time, in no particular order:

666 #7: genderfuckery + Vox finally realizing his dreams of getting fucked

666 #8: drunken antics + electrostim, finally

I put Alastor and Lucifer's post-finale traumas into a box and shake it violently

Al and Mimzy's final convo in I Love Her, I Love Her Not