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bigboibign · 1 month
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prestonbrok · 5 months
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You must be the most incredible Big Spoon. Just imagining that big gut pushing into me 🤤
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It’s definitely a tight squeeze with this growing tank 😏💪🏼
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djavanadon · 7 months
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A Nap in the Daisy Field 🌼
This took me forever to hunker down and complete. I'm very proud of it. Anyways, Enjoy! 🌼🌼🌼
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monstrousfemale · 2 years
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Eddie's Vecna song would be something completely unexpected. Even though he's not cursed, he'd leave a cassette ready, just in case. He would hand it to Steve, tell him to keep it in his back pocket.
When they save the world and all that horror is in their rearview, Steve finds his bloody pants in a pile under his bed, one week forgotten. Eddie's beat up cassette is tangled in the mess, and he's glad he checked the pockets.
He puts the tape on at a low volume, expecting heavy metal, deafening and loud.
Instead, the tape is a loop of All Of Me by Billie Holiday. At the end of the song, over the last chorus, a woman's voice crackles through, louder than the singing. "Hey, goodnight, baby. Mama loves you all the time."
Turns out the only recording Eddie has of his mother has been sitting in Steve Harrington's room. Eddie's been in hospital, hasn't had the chance to remember it with all the sleeping he's been doing (who knew extreme blood loss would really knock a guy out). But he trusted Steve with this precious thing, and the realization is all it takes for Steve to know once and for all he's in love.
Steve brings Eddie a walkman and earphones, and he sits by Eddie's bed while he listens. Eddie pauses the tape. They hold hands over the edge of his hospital bed, comfortable silence falling between them like a warm blanket over the room.
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mrtequilasunset · 9 months
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When I draw Kim and harry with a size difference I need people to understand it isn't because I like making Kim small, I just love making Harry fuckign huge. Need biug character need big. bear fatman. Awooga
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rubeau-art · 3 months
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Pulls out the fish laser early this year.
I only half regret giving Jax those patterns. Hate doing them, but they always look so nice when It’s done.
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hkbearottercub · 9 months
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joehunky6 · 6 months
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A before night sleep shake. I hope i get big with the gym as soon as posible
Comment for advices!
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bigboibign · 3 months
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Reblog this $20 bill and Mark from BigBoy will bless your finances
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prestonbrok · 4 months
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Amazing to be heading towards 310#!
You and your partner seemed to have traded places in size over the past 5 years. How does this feel?
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It makes me hungry for more… a lot more 😈💪🏼
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roughridingrednecks · 1 month
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BigBoy
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monstrousfemale · 2 years
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After the world finally stops threatening to end, sometime in late 1989, Steve quietly gets a tattoo across his ribs. It’s something personal and private, something he just needs etched into his skin because to not have it there would feel like a lie. He feels disconnected from himself, he feels alone, he feels like bullshit. Going into Indianapolis for the weekend and shoving the handwritten line at a tattoo artist is the most human Steve has felt in forever. The sharp pain of the needle followed by the dull ache of the healing process finally grounds him.
No one but Robin hears about this, though. And turns out outside of saving the world, now that he doesn’t swim as much, Steve doesn’t have that many excuses to take his shirt off anymore. So, the tattoo is a secret by omission, and Steve is fine with that. It’s his thing, and it doesn’t have to be exposed for it to mean as much as it does.
And it does mean a lot. It’s a mark of a new beginning, something physical to prove to Steve he is still around and kicking. 
And after that, life feels livable again. He has his friends, his only real family. He is managing Family Video now, after the owner had moved out of town due to world-almost-ending experiences. He is finally settling into being someone he actually wants to be.
Most importantly, Steve keeps in touch with Eddie as much as he can. They’re hanging out on and off all the time, falling into an easy routine without either of them meaning to. And by 1990, before either of them knows what hits them, they’re fumbling in the backroom at Family Video, making out against a shelf, VHS tapes raining down on them like falling in love: fast, hard, unexpected.
It’s all a blur of finally expressing things they had been keeping hidden for too long. Sharing secrets at midnight, back and forth with the pass of a joint or two or five. And after they start, they couldn't stop even if they had wanted to. They need this good thing. And they both know too well how fast the shit hits the fan around them. So, they don’t care for taking things slow, not after years of dancing around each other. All this to say, it doesn’t take long at all for Eddie to find himself in Steve Harrington's bedroom.
He’s sitting against the headboard, watching as Steve gets rid of his clothes. He had been expecting an almost childish awkwardness from Steve, because Eddie knows he hadn't done this before, not with a man. Not that Eddie has that much experience to speak of himself, but he had come to terms with it way earlier. It doesn’t matter what he had expected though, because in truth Steve is smooth, sexy even. He removes his clothes with purpose and devastating eye contact. He gets rid of his pants, and then his shirt is coming off – finally, finally messing up that amazing head of hair of his.
Eddie almost gets too distracted by Steve's intensity to notice the tattoo. When he comes closer, though, Eddie places his hand over his ribs. Instinctively, he just has to look and see what his skin looks like against Steve's skin. And there it is, right by his fingers. Pitch black ink, already healed over, already fully Steve. The words are stark against his pale skin. I want to be adored. Eddie has the air knocked out of him.
Steve looks down, confused for a moment. "Wha-?" he starts to ask, but then his brain catches on. Steve feels self-conscious, kisses Eddie to distract him from what he'd found. He hadn't known this is how he would feel, had never felt ashamed or embarrassed of much about his appearance before. And this isn’t quite shame. But this is Steve, bared, naked, in ways that go above a state of undress.
Eddie breaks the kiss, hand splayed over Steve's chest. "Fuck, Steve. When did you get that?"
"A while back. It's nothing." It is everything. It means so much to Steve, he'd never have the words.
Eddie's eyes soften, skimming the words again and again. The smile that graces his lips is tiny, a kind little thing Steve usually only sees on his face whenever he is around the nuggets, Max or Dustin usually.
"I can make that happen," Eddie says, honesty dripping from his words. It isn’t his usual, larger than life rambling. This is Eddie seeing him, really seeing him.
"What?" Steve asks, to diffuse the tension. A self-sabotaging little jab at their clear connection, because he actually thinks he knows exactly what Eddie means.
"I can adore you, big boy," Eddie says, and his playful spark was back. He winks, pulling Steve close by the shoulders. He gets both of them on Steve's bed. Steve's chest aches.
"Shut up," he says, because he doesn’t know how to accept something like this. Doesn’t know how to process that anyone would care, that anyone would pay attention.
Eddie rolls his eyes at him, flips them on the bed so he can straddle Steve's hips. Eddie traces the ink on his skin like it is precious. He kisses Steve hard, kisses his love into his lips, pushes it into his mouth like he does his tongue.
"I do adore you," Eddie says later, after they're both tired and spent and sated. After sex has made things fuzzier. It feels so simple now. It is so true.
"Eddie," Steve starts, ready to tell Eddie about all the ways in which he, Steve, is fucked up. Instead: "Thank you."
"Hey, I got you."
And Eddie does, he really does.
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chubbydrawer · 2 months
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Barley tried the low angle challenge! How does he look!? #maleweightgain #fat #chubby #thick #gainer #gainerart #chubart #fatart #bigger #curvy #barleylightfoot #fatbarley #tightclothes #bigbelly #growingboy #growingbelly
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hkbearottercub · 9 months
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bigboyzine · 3 months
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Get ready to turn back the clock to the aughts with us & join Steddie in BigBoy Magazine: coming to you Summer 2024!
💿💋⭐️🪩✨
(and, yes, there will be merch as well hehehehe)
This will be a 2000’s themed Steddie zine with both SFW/N*FW content. Listed below are the rules & guidelines!
Mods: @its-steddie-time & @infinite-orangepeel
Carrd with more links to follow/interact with
Round 1 is officially closed!
We are currently working on Round 2 (closing April 2) in which we will make our final decisions for which artists & writers will be featured in the zine :) we are so excited to see what y’all create!
Please feel free to submit any additional questions you may have via the retrospring or submit an ask (anon or not, either is fine) to this account!
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