#secret kink

[growmydarling]

i haven't really been *secretly* fattening you up...you just never noticed. all i did was kept your favorite foods at a lazy arm's reach, served your plate with double portions (and triple the butter) to my own, and kept you happy and secure. only subconsciously did you notice how my hand lingers on your lower stomach and only absent-mindedly did you realize your gut had started hanging out from under your old t-shirts. i didn't put the food in your mouth, you did. i didn't ask for thirds, you did. i didn't outgrow my widest pair of sweatpants, but you sure did. what i did do was infuse your life with love and cuddles and of course delicious food, which made your comfortable and self-confident and heavier than ever before. 💖

[m0ttif-cool]

Yummy tummy

[pastelclovds]

Primal/predator play?

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK Yes! | Oh god you don’t even know

(cw: CNC, sex in the woods, and amab!reader)

imagine your lover running through the woods with nothing but a tight t-shirt and their underwear, the bright shine of the full moon being their only source of light as they try to get as far away from you. it may seem like they are in deep trouble, but in reality, they want to be caught by you. they love the thrill of you chasing them as they pretend to run for their life. their arousal grows when they hear your pacing footsteps behind them. your lover spots a tree root poking out of the grass and purposely runs towards it and “trips”. making them fall onto the soft, long grass as you loom over them.

you quickly try to pin them down as they struggle for freedom, but you eventually get the better of them. they rest their face onto the ground in false defeat as one of your hands onto their arms behind their back and rip their underwear in two. your lover gasps when they felt the cold air brush against their sex. “you should’ve known better than to run into the woods.” you purr into their ear. but they spit in your face, “go to hell,” they growl under their breath. you wiped the spit off with your fingers and put them inside their hole as they let out screams and moans.

they’ve already prepped them themselves for this scene, but you just wanted to make sure it would be too painful for them. you continued to play with their hole without another word, until you pulled out your wet fingers, held onto their hips, and filled them with your cock. they let out wails of pleasure as you set a brutal pace, uncaring who or what could be watching you. after a few minutes of railing into them, your lover closed their eyes in bliss as they reached their climax.

you didn’t stop your rough thrusts, causing them to be overstimulated and their sex throbbing. they turn their tear streaked face to yours, only to see your hungry-filled eyes. “i’m not satisfied, slut,” you say with an evil grin. oh how they loved every second of you using them like a cheap toy. degrading them until they actually began to believe their only purpose was to serve you. they’ve lost count at how many times you’ve come inside them. but they couldn’t care less, all that matter was you and pleasure.

[yoursignificantother]

[dionysianchub]

POV: Watching your fat coworker guzzle down the "weight loss shake" you've been bringing him to help him "shed" that stubborn belly. Little does he know all that heavy cream and mass gainer is only keeping him fat and growing, just how you want him.

He sits back after finishing, rubbing his sloshy, gurgling belly as it plops in his lap. "I'm not sure these are working, but boy do they feel filling." They sure do, big guy. 😈

[miss-tomorrow]

LEATHER MOMMY🖤

[growmydarling]

your local cafe is just around the corner, so you decide that walking a block will be sufficient exercise for your day as a remote worker. to replenish yourself from your measly 1000 steps, you order sugary coffees every time. extra whip on top, of course. your favorite barista notices. they notice how your hand always gravitates towards your thickening middle and slowly rubs at the chubby flesh there while your order. they've taken to adding heavy cream in to every drink. they watch as your growth takes on a sudden exponential speed. you're tugging at the bottom of your shirts, your stomach exposed and flopping out at the bottom. you're embarrassed but aroused. you compensate by doubling the pumps of caramel in your drink. you top it off with cream. you're such a slut for weight gain and you're fattening up like it's your second job. how long until the barista starts adding rapid weight gain powder into your drinks?

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

A lesson in the lustful female Gayze™: LA RELIGIEUSE / THE NUN (1966), dir. Jacques Rivette

[wri0thesley]

been very stuck on your stolid, quiet and respectable faves - the kind of men who normally keep their faces well-schooled, who you would trust implicitly to protect you from anything - keeping waking up after having the filthiest most disgusting wet dreams imaginable about you.

[pastelclovds]

This one is for the festish rating but what's your thoughts on collars? Like one of those "always wears this when we're apart" sort of things.

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK Yes! | Oh god you don’t even know

(i feel so bad for letting these kinks collect dust 😭)

literally that is so cute. i’m just thinking about your lover wearing that collar that you’ve bought them outside of the bedroom is not only very sexy, but very adorable as well. they don’t want to be apart from you for even a second. so, they wear the collar with a tiny bell that always made a jingle at the smallest movement. the same one that you made them wear last night as you were making them see the stars and feel uncontrollable pleasure. they normally wouldn’t dare wear this in public, but they just missed you so much that they couldn’t help themselves. when you catch the collar on their neck, you whispered teasing remarks on how they must love strangers gazing upon their neck knowing that they couldn’t have them, praising them that the collars makes them look so pretty, and that if you really wanted to, you could bend them over the nearest flat surface and make them scream your name like the slut they were. your lover’s knees wobble at your whispers and quietly beg you to take them home and make them yours. you knew buying them that collar was a good idea.

douma, karaku, urogi, the riddler/edward nashton, himeno, beam, denji, tomura shigaraki, keigo takami, denki kamanari, eijiro kirishima, neito monoma, eddie munson, and leona kingscholar.

[ventique18]

Yuu to Malleus

[needforfidelity]

i’m so innocent and naive i need a priest to teach me what sex is :(

“this isn’t a sin little dove, this is what god intended man and woman to do”

[hachiibun]

Happy birthday to a certain special fox-eared archer—!

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[growmydarling]

i'm going to leave your favorite snacks everywhere. a favorite candy bar on the nightstand. fresh cinnamon rolls on the kitchen counter when you wake up to make coffee. your favorite kind of trail mix in the car. extra little debbie cakes in your lunch box. do you think you can avoid temptation, or that your body will swell up to accommodate that many extra indulgences?

[hairmetal666]

3 Times Eddie has a Secret + 1 Time Steve Does

I.

Erica Sinclair wants to throw a Valentine's Day party, and woe betide anyone coming between Erica and an idea. Eddie's happy to show up, spend some time with the kids, Robin, and Steve (though he's with the latter pair all the time), and mostly doesn't think much about it. That is until, two weeks out, Max shows up at his trailer with that look on her face, and he knows he's in for it, though he's not sure why.

He gives her a little bow. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Max?"

"You're going to Erica's party, Munson." Her hands go to her hips and her brow pinches. It's such a Steve Harrington pose it knocks something loose in Eddie's chest. "And you aren't going to say one word about conformists and sheep."

He rolls his eyes, sighs hard. "I'm surprised at you, Mayfield. Didn't have you pegged as a candy hearts type of gal."

"It's for Erica." The tip of her sneaker scuffs at the earth. "And Lucas likes it."

Eddie bites his lip to stifle his smile. They're so fucking cute.

"I suppose I can put in an appearance."

"And be on your best behavior?"

"Scout's Honor."

"You weren't a scout," she grumbles.

"Nope. But still. I'll do it for Little Sinclair."

It shouldn't bother him, the assumption that he'd be a shit about Valentine's Day. He's worked really hard to cultivate an image and it doesn't exactly scream "Be Mine." And yes, yeah, sure, the Munson Doctrine doesn't go in for the holiday, and his cynical heart blah-blah-blah. It's just that. Well, he sort of enjoys the love part.

And later that night, in the safety of his dark bedroom, he acknowledges that he wouldn't mind having a date on Valentine's Day. It would be--well, it would be nice to have someone buy him flowers or chocolates, or even--ugh--a gross, sappy, sentimental card. He wants to have reservations at Enzo's, wants to go see a terrible romcom after, wants to go home and fall into bed with the person he loves. And it isn't metal, or even very cool, but he wants to be showered with affection, celebrated, fucking loved.

He wants so much his entire body aches with it.

II.

Eddie's at Family Video, rifling through the candy that he knows Steve just reorganized.

"What are you looking for, Munson?" Robin asks. She's half-engrossed in the paperwork in front of her.

Eddie's half listening, watching Steve re-shelve New Releases. He's focused on the VHSs in his arms, so Eddie has ample opportunity to admire the bunch and stretch of his shoulder muscles as he reaches to the top of the wall.

"I don't know," he nibbles on his lip. "Something that's not so," he wiggles his hand through the air.

"Romantic?" She guesses.

"No," he shakes his head. "I mean--"

"You mean?" She's focused on him now, must have caught him watching Steve, and he hopes she doesn't make it a big deal.

"Something," he says. "Um. Just something different."

And what he means is a movie for a guy like him where love doesn't have to be a distant dream. Where he can have feelings for someone and it isn't potentially dangerous.

So, he smiles and shrugs. Grabs the tape closest to his hand. "Guess I'll just take this."

"Well, this is definitely different, Eddie," she says. She narrows her eyes at him, like he's a new language she's learning, but he scampers out before she can say anything.

The movie he grabbed without looking is Cocoon and he can't even pretend interest, so he's not exactly disappointed when someone knocks at his door a few hours later. He's expecting Max, maybe Steve, but startles a little at Robin. She pushes past him and into the trailer.

"Good to see you too, Buckley."

She ignores him. "I have something to tell you. You and Steve are the only people who know."

"Okay?" His eyes are so wide it kind of hurts.

She takes a deep breath. "I'm gay."

"What?" He shrieks, doesn't know why. He's always kind of known.

Robin responds by swatting at him, and they bat at one another with the tips of their fingers.

"Nancy?" He asks once they calm down.

"Shut-up," Robin flushes a dark red.

"It's the guns right?"

It's her turn to shriek, and she gets a solid punch in on his shoulder. They wrestle around, until Eddie pulls away, pushing his hair off his sweaty forehead.

"I'm--" he's never said the words to another person. Uncle Wayne just sort of knew and you don't really have to talk at any of the bars he goes to in Indy. "I'm gay too," he tells Robin.

She beams at him. "Cool."

"Cool." He fiddles with his rings. "Harrington knows about you?"

"He was the first person I told."

"You aren't going to tell him about me?"

She leans her head on his shoulder. "Of course not. But he'd be okay, if you wanted to tell him."

He can't help but scoff. "It's different for lesbians, Buckley. Straight guys can be into that."

She scoffs right back. "Steve isn't like that and you know it."

She's right. He does. But the fear runs deep. Especially especially because it's Steve. And Eddie couldn't handle any of things that might happen if Robin is wrong.

"Thanks, Bucks," he says. He leans his head against hers, hugs her close.

III.

Erica's party is happening at Steve's and Eddie shows up at the appointed time, with the appointed cupcakes (baked from a box, frosted from a can).

The kids are shouting in the living room, but his eyes automatically find Steve in the kitchen. He has a a towel draped over his shoulder, hair disheveled, and is mixing Tropical Punch and Sprite into a serving bowl.

"How'd you end up hosting?" Eddie asks.

Steve smiles, a bashful little thing. "Erica called me this morning and yelled until I agreed."

"Pushover," Eddie teases.

"Oh, and you just made those cupcakes for fun, Munson?"

"Shut-up, Harrington." Eddie knocks their shoulders together. "They're ugly as shit. Didn't know there was an art to frosting cupcakes."

"I think I can help. You mind?"

Steve grabs some plastic spatula looking thing, gets to work with a focused determination that has him biting at his lip. Heat kicks in Eddie's blood, makes it so he can't watch. Instead, he slides a finger into the icing.

"Hey! What--? Munson!" Steve yells, as Eddie brushes the pink frosting onto Steve's cheekbone.

"Got ya!" He dances out of reach.

They bob and weave and dodge through the kitchen, laughing and yelling, until Steve has Eddie pressed against the cabinets, no escape. They're close, breathing hard and pink-faced. He can't help glancing down at the plush softness of Steve's mouth, can't help noticing Steve's eyes track the movement. Time pauses, stutters, and the distance between them closes.

"Steve!" Dustin shouts. "What's taking so long?"

The tension breaks and Eddie escapes into the living room, desperate to convince himself it wasn't a moment, that Steve isn't interested. Wishes his heart was a little more cynical, after all.

The party is fun. There are games and snacks and crafts. He gets roped into playing Mystery Date and tries and fails to not notice Steve bent over, playing Twister, left hand on red, right hand on green.

When they start doing crafts, Steve is hard at work on a Valentine.

"What you making, Stevie?" Eddie asks. He cranes his neck to see.

"Back off, Munson."

"Got someone you've been admiring, big boy?"

Steve goes pink and Eddie can't tell if it's the nickname or his question.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

And since Eddie really, really would, he jumps towards Steve, trying to sneak a peek. Steve laughs, hard and kind of surprised, before hunching over the card.

"None of your business, Eddie." But Steve is flushed and smiling.

Eddie pouts. "You know how much I love knowing things."

Steve looks at him. Like, looks at him, and Eddie goes warm all over.

"Maybe if you're a good boy today, you'll get to know later, yeah?"

Good boy does things. It makes Eddie's heart stop, his breathing slow, re-routes all the blood in his body south. He can only gasp and nod, sure his eyes are weirdly glazed.

Good boy. He's not sure if he hears another word spoken to him for the rest of the day.

IV.

The party draws to a close. For once in their lives, the actual parents are driving their kids around and Robin hitches a ride with the Hopper-Byers, leaving Eddie and Steve on clean-up.

"Wanna stick around, Munson? Watch a movie? Think I have a joint leftover from last week."

"Course, Stevie, how could I say no to such a generous offer."

"I think you're making fun of me, but I don't understand why."

Eddie laughs. "Totally genuine, sweetheart. Cross my heart." Steve smiles at that, his eyes turning the color of honey.

Eddie is so, so fucked.

They get situated on the couch and Steve says, "Have you been good today?"

"Huh?" Eddie can't breathe.

"I said you could see what I was making if you were good today. Were you?"

Eddie can't speak, can't think, can't move. His brain is throbbing. This has to be a dream. No way Steve is actually asking that.

But Steve is looking at him and somehow he has the presence of mind to fucking nod, and then Steve is handing him a red construction paper heart and a rose with petals so purple they're almost black.

He's hallucinating. That's what this is. He got some laced weed and now his wildest fantasy is playing out in his head.

The Valentine has a white lace doily thing glued to it and it says, in glitter:

"Roses are red,

Violets are Blue;

Eddie Munson,

I really like you"

His eyes fall on Steve. He perceives him, the way a pink flush sits high on his cheekbones, the shine in his eyes, the tremble in his hands.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Eddie isn't hallucinating. He's not dreaming. He's--

"Steve," he sounds a wreck.

"It's--Eddie, it's okay if you don't like me back. I just--I've liked you for a while and Robin thought I should tell you, and--"

"Steve," he says again, stands this time. "Can I kiss you?" It's a miracle he gets the words out.

"God, yes, please," Steve nearly whines.

Eddie pulls him in close, slotting their mouths together. Steve tastes like Tropical Punch and frosting and he makes a little noise as Eddie nips at his lip.

And that's it, that's all it takes. Eddie is gone, ruined, Valentine's celebrator until the end of time, lost forever to Steve-goddamn-Harrington.

[miss-tomorrow]

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