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hotluncheddie · 6 months

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there was mention of chubby eddie by @spectrum-spectre and i felt summoned. its my brand.

wc: 3.5k | rating: M, maybe E at the end | cw: none | tags: chubby eddie munson, fluff, pre & established relationship, mention of weight gain, some subby steve

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‘uh.. steve?’ comes eddie voice through the little bathroom door.

‘…yeah?’ steve’s instantly on edge. what could be so confusing about putting on jeans that eddie voice sounds like that.

unless. oh god, his stitches.

‘these are my jeans right?’ comes eddie voice again. and okay. there’s no pain that steve can hear. instead eddie sounds, baffled?

‘yeah ed’s, got them from the bunch of stuff wayne recovered.’ because he did. why would he give eddie someone else’s jeans?

eddie opens the door to the bathroom and. oh. ok yeah. steve gets it.

the jeans button and fly look like they have no hope of closing. not with eddies small, newly gained belly sitting between them. bandages still on in places, skin healing. with no shirt on steve can see that the eddie’s waistband is being pushed apart with the new softness at his waist and hips. that the softness has caused his pecs to curve slightly and the tops of his arms to sit out a little further than they used to, swallowing the lithe lines of muscle that used to be visible. eddie thighs have started to fill in the legs of his jeans, pushing up against the rips above his knees.

‘uh.’ steve says, unhelpfully. there’s really nothing going on in his head right now.

the only brain cell that seems to be firing on all cylinders is the one attached to his dick. embarrassingly.

‘i mean, this is good right?’ eddie asks, looking down at himself. splaying a tentative hand across the new upper curve of his stomach.

steve clears his throat, coughs, feels his cheeks heat up. ‘yeah, yeah man. your recovering. it’s like, totally understandable. and some uh, medications can, you know..’

‘make you fat?’ eddie asks. attempting to pull the flaps of his jeans together again, jumping a little for good measure. there’s no way it’s closing and the jumping makes eddie’s new belly jiggle a little.

‘fuck.’ steve’s mouth supplies, small and breathy, before his brain can catch up and stop him making a fool of himself.

eddie hears, head snapping up and smirk forming on his lips.

it’s happened before. eddie doing something and steve making a fool of himself, not quite sure how to handle all the feelings he’s been having about eddie. still too scared to ask if they’re reciprocated.

‘is it that noticeable?’ eddie ask, coyness fake and syrupy. he turns and looks over his shoulder so steve can see how the weight has also gone straight to his ass. it pulls at the seat and they don’t even cover him fully. waistband biting into where his underwear is visible, cheeks jutting out against it.

steve feels his mouth open and close dumbly. that one brain cell seems to have also gone offline. all he can process is the churning in his lower gut.

eddie twists a little further before stopping with a hiss. accidentally pulling at his still tender sides. steve snaps out of it. coming over and handing eddie the sweats he was wearing previously.

‘these’ll do for now. i’ll take you shopping once you’re up for it, get you back feeling like yourself again.’ steve smiles at him, knowing eddie’s hated not being able to dress like himself while he’s been in the hospital. it’s been gowns and sweatpants and oversized t-shirt only for, steve’s not even sure how long.

‘sweatpants are still totally metal though right?’ eddie bats his eyelashes and takes the sweats from steve, their fingers brushing.

‘yeah, to-totally metal.’ steve swallows, feeling himself blush again. he seems too every time he’s at the centre of eddie’s attention.

eddie smiles, bright and pretty. ‘good.’ he turns and slips back in the bathroom. steve busies himself with packing the last of eddie’s things, ready to take him back to where wayne’s been staying.

‘i guess it does make sense.’ eddie muses as he comes out of the bathroom fully dressed. ‘medication, months in bed, hospital food.’ he lists as he stuffs his old jeans back in his bag. ‘ugh and mrs henderson’s cookies, god, no way i’m giving those up. or her lasagne, fuck.’ eddie’s eyes roll back in his head at the thought, hand migrating back to that new curve in his gut.

‘ah, well then, i guess now is actually a good time to give you these.’ steve hands over the tupperware (hoping the slight shake in his hand isn’t noticeable) he’d planned on just leaving it behind quietly later, but. ‘she said it was a welcome home gift, and that’s there’s lasagne in the freezer.’

eddie makes grabby hands and rips the lid off. ‘oh fuck yeah.’ he plucks out a cookie and takes huge bite; cheeks rosey, smiling as he chews, eyes bright.

steve smiles back. thinks eddie looks perfect like this. alive. healthy and living and alive.

he blinks furiously. clearing his throat. ‘come on! let’s get you home.’ steve hauls eddies bags out the door and down to his car. eddie in tow.

they pull up to eddie and wayne’s new home, steve noticing the cookies are long gone.

‘uh.. steve?’ comes eddie voice through the little bathroom door of their apartment.

‘…yeah?’ steve asks, not looking up from his magazine.

‘these are my jeans right?’ comes eddie voice again, and.. huh?

‘yeah ed’s, why would you have someone else’s jeans?’ steve asks. baffled.

steve looks up from the couch once he hears the bathroom door open. and oh. okay yeah. steve get it.

‘deja fucking vu, babe.’ eddie grins. and yeah, his jeans definitely don’t fit.

he’s long recovered and steves long into confessing his feeling and getting the all too enthusiastic (if a little exasperated at the time it took) feelings reciprocation.

so now steve can say another choked out little ‘fuck’. but now with a lot more confidence.

and he can follow it up with stalking over to eddie and stinking down to his knees in front of him. hands coming up to cradle the soft curve of eddie’s underbelly. feeling his pupils blow at the soft weight of it, the way his face sinks in when he gives it a kiss.

because eddie’s recovery weight at fist plateaued and then steadily rose. over the course of them being together, cooking together, steve learning to bake from mrs h. eddie starting a job he loves over at the music store alongside teaching guitar lessons. steve having time to make him lunches in between shifts at the gym, where he works as a personal trainer and yoga instructor. where he can come home to his partner splayed out on the couch, smoked out and whining about the munchies and steve can make something for him. look after him like he always wants to. keen when eddie’s hand slips into his hair, saying thank you for the food with a sweet smile and kiss on his lips. and steve can curl up next to eddie, into his soft warmth, and think about nothing at all.

right now steve’s brains thinking about nothing but the belly before him. pushing the flaps of eddie’s jeans apart like that day in the hospital, but these jeans are a couple sizes bigger. still ripped at the knee and still mostly fitting around the thigh. eddie’s legs and hips never taking the brunt of his weight. that’s saved for his belly and arms. but it’s coming up to thanksgiving and steve’s being trying to perfect his pumpkin pie recipe. nothing much ever goes to waste in this house. and the evidence of that is in front of him now. pushing out agains the waistband and pulling at the seat (one of steves hands having migrated around to grope at eddies ass).

eddie huffs, sliding his ringed fingers into steve’s hair and tugging. ‘on your knees already baby?’ eddie looks down at steve over his gut and all steve can do is whine.

‘so needy.’ eddie tisks but steve sees the smile pulling at his lips, the love spilling from his eyes.

steve sits back on his heels, hands on his thighs, opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue.

‘fuck.’ eddie groans. hand coming up to splay over that upper curve of his stomach, a habit that’s really never gone away. other hand grabbing at his soft peck, knowing the sight sends steve wild.

‘please let me. you looks so good eddie, please.’ steve’s panting, opening his mouth again and letting his tongue loll back out. it’s slick with saliva and steve feels a drop splatter onto his bare thigh, the hem of his running shorts sitting up in his hip crease.

‘sorry baby, but i’ve gotta go out remember?’ eddie’s voice is full of teasing and condescension. eddie attempts to tug the flaps of his jeans back together again. jumping a little like those years ago. even lifting his belly with one hand and attempting to do up the button single-handedly with the other.

steve feels his cock leak.

‘ok, help me find jeans that fit and maybe i’ll give you something in return.’ eddie huffs once he’s finished his little display. smirking down at steve and the likely visible wet spot at the front of his shorts.

once the words filter through steve’s horny brain fog he scrambled up, running into the bedroom.

eddie laughs, delighted, and follows steve through.

#chubby eddie munson #my girl dinner #steddie #steve x eddie #weight gain fic #hotlunch #my fic #<3 #steddie wg

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hotluncheddie · 3 months

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an addition to this au with @scoops-aboy86 <3

condensed ver: office au, steve starts baking to try and impress eddie, it doesn’t work, because steve is too distracted by eddie to mention it’s his baking. but it’s okay because eddie is already impressed, and likes watching steve eat the random deserts more than trying them himself anyway.

so i had to write what happened at the end of their first date <3

wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, fluff, chubby steve, sweet gooey smut

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‘gonna just hit the bathroom and we can go, yeah?’ steve asks, standing and stretching his arms over his head until his shoulder pops. he feels pleasantly full and warm, comfortable after being in eddie’s space all evening. butterfly’s fluttering at eddie’s sweet determination to make steve feel looked after, friendly arguing over how to split the bill. (eddie putting more cash down but steve ensuring their waiter gets a nice tip.)

steve freezes, forgetting that he’d popped the button on his kind of too small jeans like, an hour ago. he sucks in and forces the button back closed, pulling and smoothing his yellow sweater back down over himself. giving his little shelf of stomach a pat.

he trails his eyes over their table; a couple beers each and steve’s vanilla drink, and around eight empty plates of appetisers and sides that eddie had ordered periodically thought the night. he’d said the food here was good and he was right, steve had tried all of it, finishing almost all of it. thinking he should take robin here so she can try the cheese fries. he enjoyed every bite.

‘i feel like i should be more embarrassed, but that food was really good.’ steve says.

‘nothin’ to be embarrassed about.’ eddie says ‘i ordered the food because i wanted you to try it, just glad you enjoyed it.’ he’s resting his head in his palm, looking up at steve with a lazy sort of adoration.

‘yeah?’ steve asks.

‘yeah.’ eddie smiles and stands and doesn’t touch steve but steps close, in his space, eyes roaming steve’s features, his face and hair and neck. catching on the peak of chest hair visible at his neckline. trailing over his chest and arms and stomach. eventually making it back to his eyes and steve knows his breathing has picked up. eddie’s eyes are hooded and dark. steve feels warmth through his bones.

‘i’ll just. bathroom’ steve says, voice quiet and gravely. he clears his throat. forces himself to swallow.

eddie’s smiles wide, pointy. steve feels his own flushed face split into a grin, the butterflies doubling. he nods once and walks backwards towards the bathroom, keeping his eyes on eddie’s mouth for as long as possible.

once he’s back, having checked and double checked his outfit in the mirror, because maybe he was a little embarrassed. eddie is slouched at the empty bar waiting for him.

‘i wanna make a joke about like, the button, getting into your pants, be all smooth and suave or whatever.’ eddie says, a little bit of a whine to his voice as though he really really did want to be smooth. ‘but, i’ve got nothin.’ he sighs

fuck it. ‘do you want to? get, in them, i mean?’ steve asks, running a hand through his hair, pretending it’s not shaking.

eddie’s smiles wide, a little shocked, almost shy, and nods. steve bites his lip, the butterflies tripling.

‘i’ll uh, just call us a cap? back to mine? steve asks, and eddie pulls a piece of wavy hair in front of his mouth. looking up at steve through his lashes. steve thinks he must have a guardian angel, sending this man to his office, letting him fill his eye-line.

steve uses the bars pay phone. gripping the receiver tight and having to turn away when he catches eddie’s eye, afraid his voice will come out strange from smiling too wide. has to contain his excitement as he rattles off the bars address. he feels giddy and well fed and he’s not had a night like this in, well, ever.

they stand apart from each other on the street outside the bar. steve by the curb, hands fisted in his jacket pocket. eddie leaning up against the bars brick wall, one foot up against it and he’s smoking. baring his neck to expel white tendrils up into the night sky, taking long slow drags so steve can see the veins on his hands, long fingers and big rings. steve can’t take his eyes off him. eddie smirks, like he caught him, like he knows. steve’s blood burns.

finally through the doors of steve’s little suburban home eddie stands close while steve locks and checks the door. eddie takes off his boots and steve helps him hang his jacket on the coat hooks, followed by his own, something swirling in the back of him mind. a ‘how nice’, a ‘maybe’, a ‘please’ and a scared little question. what if this was all the time? what if you just stayed?

steve puts his hands on eddie’s hips to brushes past, asking if he’d like a drink, getting himself a glass of water. eddie’s skin was so warm.

eddie steps though the house, hands behind his back, looking delighted and mischievous, like steve’s place is something interesting, something to care about. steve hides behind his glass.

eddie looks at the photos hung up around the walls. back facing steve, eddie says ‘it’s nice in here, cozy, like you.’ and steve can’t take it any longer. can’t take being apart from eddie any longer.

‘come on.’ he pulls at eddie’s arm, gently leading him to the couch. standing in front of it steve manoeuvres eddie’s hand up so he can compare them, his are bigger, they always are. steve sees eddie’s adams apple bob, he smiles, holds eddie’s hand in both of his and kisses each of his knuckles in turn. his skin is warm, smells like salt and cigarettes.

eddie tucks some of steve’s hair behind his ear to get his attention, hand gently cupping his jaw. ‘can i?’ he whispers, eyes so big and pretty, nervous and hungry.

steve’s nods slightly, looking all over eddie’s face, trying to drink in the moment, never forget it.

eddie’s lips quirk at the corners, like he’s exited, joyous, that he gets to kiss steve.

steve’s meeting him before eddie even moves, pushing their lips together, something sweet, something honey filled and gooey.

eddie switches angle, dives in deeper, it becomes wet and molten and creamy. steve’s hand in eddie’s hair, holding the back of his head, other hand still gripping eddie’s. mouths searching and sharing, fingers locked.

eventually eddie breaks the kiss, they’re both panting, coming up for air. steve closes his eyes for a moment, leaning his forehead against eddie’s. he can’t remember the last time he kissed someone. he doesn’t think it’s ever felt this good.

eddie moves slow, stepping back, sitting in the center of the couch. he pats his lap, tugging gently at their still joined hands.

steve hesitates a moment but straddles eddie, settling down on top of him as best he can in his tight jeans. the denim pulling at his thicker thighs, biting into his stomach like it was at the bar. but eddie rests his head back agains the cushions, looks up at steve with stars in his eyes, ‘so pretty stevie.’

and steve can’t help but kiss him.

eddie free hand moves to steve’s hip. something instinctive and embarrassed makes steve grab it, pausing it before it can splay over him fully. thinks about pushing him away, to hide, but then eddie pulls back slightly and steve sees the look in his eyes. the flash of sweet concern but also the foggy want and desire. deep, dark pupils eating up chocolate brown and all steve feels is want, wanted, whole.

‘you okay?’ eddie whispers, stealing air from steve’s own mouth.

‘yeah, yeah just um, been a while.’ steve admits feeling his cheeks flush. but eddie just smiles at him, in that sweet way he does all the time at work. he squeezes what he can of steves fingers, kind, reassuring.

steve feels that want bloom and flower in his chest, warmth dripping through all of his cracks and crevices.

he pushes eddie’s hand up under his sweater and eddie can definitely feel how his jeans waistband is digging in, creating a muffin top but steve doesn’t care. he kisses eddie and it’s feels good, slips his tongue into eddie mouth and it feels perfect.

eddie opens his mouth wider, moaning, letting steve in. squeezes a handful of steve’s side and steve can’t help but grind down against him and whine.

eddie grinds up, meeting him, their denim clad cocks both hard and straining. ‘it’s been a while for me too. so, i, it’s okay, if you wanna, ah, uh, if you wanna slow down.’ eddie says, in-between kisses.

steve does, but he doesn’t. he thinks tonight so far has been perfect and he really wants to touch eddie. wants to let himself do it. ‘wanna touch you, wanna keep kissing you and i want you to stay, stay the night with me. is that, is that okay?’ steve asks, breathless and desperate, insides flayed open, honest.

‘more than okay, that’s, ugh, fuck, sounds so perfect baby.’ eddie grits out, still squeezing steve’s side, head thrown back, pretty long neck on display.

‘say that again’ steve breaths, their hips haven’t stopped moving. steve’s eyes close tight, his skin on fire.

eddie moves the hand from steve’s hip to the side of his neck, pulling him down so they’re eye to eye, almost nose to nose. eddie sweeps his thumb over steve’s bottom lip, wiping the spit across his cheek. looks right in his eyes, right into his soul. ‘baby.’ he purrs.

steve feels his pupils blow, wet tip soaking his boxers. ‘fuck’ he keens. he needs to feel him, needs to know if eddie’s wet too.

steve pushes himself up using the back of the couch, going for smooth but he fumbles his footing slightly, starts giggling, flustered. but eddie just giggles too, sitting up and using their still joined hands to help stabilise. ‘c’mon pretty boy.’ steve says, giddy, and tugs eddie up once he’s found his footing, pulling him towards the stairs. swaying his hips a little more than normal as he climbs them.

eddie sits on the edge of the bed, looking around like he did downstairs, face open and curious. steve thinks he’s beautiful.

steve hesitates a second before undoing his fly and shimmying out of his jeans, kicking them aside. eddie let’s out the faintest little ‘oh’, almost wounded, and steve realised he’s looking at the indented red lines that have been left on his soft underbelly, where it’s been pushed up against his jeans waistband all evening. steve flushes and goes to cover himself but eddie takes his hands gently, pulling him forward so he’s standing between eddie’s thighs. eddie’s big dark eyes looking up at him before he dips forward and leaves the softest kiss over the indent right in the middle, where the button dug in the most. steve can’t look away, his breathing picking up slightly as he feels his gut churn with something he thinks could traverse all the way to his heart, could expand and grow into something like love.

‘need to touch you eddie.’ steve pleads, voice higher than normal.

‘yeah, yeah, course sweetheart.’ eddie’s voice is horse, affected, he lays a few more feathery kisses on steve’s stomach and the soft skin by his hip. ‘but take this off first for me, please baby.’ eddie released his soft grip on steve’s hands and slips his fingers just under the hem of steve’s sweater, rucking it up slightly higher on his belly and squeezing steve’s hips. the contact making steve close his eyes and shiver.

‘you don’t like my sweater?’ steve jokes, hands on eddie’s shoulders to keep his knees from turning to jelly.

‘it looks perfect on you. but steve, baby, i’ve been thinking about what you’ve got hiding under that button down for weeks, please don’t tease me any longer.’ and eddie sounds so desperate that steve believes him.

‘i was worried i was being too obvious, but fuck, i just couldn’t take my eyes off you.’ eddie murmurs and steve feels eddies wet kiss just below his belly button, nuzzling the soft skin and hairs. then eddie sinks his face into steve’s belly for real, dips his tongue into steve’s belly button and swirls. steve moans, he didn’t even know that could feel so good, that it was so sensitive, but it does, and it is.

steve pulls his sweater off, tossing it into the corner. hand moving back into eddie’s curls, pushing him in deeper, relishing in eddie’s muffled groan and the slick sounds of him sucking and biting. ‘you next eddie. your turn.’ steve tugs at eddie’s hair, pulling him away from his now glistening stomach. eddie’s mouth hangs open, he looks fucked out and glossy.

‘fuck.’ eddie croaks taking in steve’s now naked chest, eyes roaming quickly and greedily over steve’s chest hair, pecks and arms.

steve smiles, laughs a little. ‘you okay?’ he teases. but he’s happy, kind of awed.

‘yeah.’ eddie breathes, spacey and adorable. then he seems to come back to himself a little, blinking and blushing slightly. steve can see it where the tips of his ears stick out of his hair. ‘sorry if, ah, that was too much wasn’t it?’ teeth worrying pretty pick lips.

‘no no.’ steve laughs, earnest, because steve’s happy, feels divine. he pulls on eddie wrists, making him stand. ‘no worrying’ steve holds eddie’s face in his hands, soothes his thumbs over the soft skin below eddie’s eyes. ‘just, my turn now, kay?’ and steve kisses him, firm and deep.

steve’s lets his hands roam, sliding down eddis arms and up his sides before returning to his hips, thumbs stoking and dipping where hip, meets jeans, meets boxers. he steps in closer so they’re chest to chest and squeezes eddies ass. and oh, how eddie opens up for him. tongue hot and wet, hips flush and grinding, holding steve’s shoulders like he’s scared to float away.

steve slides his hands up eddie’s back, taking his shirt up with them. ‘off’ he says, their lips still connected. eddie steals one more peck before he steps back and steve gets to see all of his pale, tattooed chest for the first time.

‘oh.’ he says, amazed. he knew eddie had some. but, patches of eddie are covered with art. some spooky intricate things, some old with bleeding edges and steve can’t help but touch. tracing their lines and watching as goose bumps travel down eddie’s arms, nipples hard and pretty pink. steve traces them, tweaks them, smiling when he hears eddie’s faint gasp.

‘pretty.’ steve says. looking into eddie’s eyes. he wets his lips and lets his hand travel down, squeezing eddies cock through his jeans, relishing in the weight and warmth of it in his palm, through the denim.

slowly, eddie’s brings both of steve’s hands to the fly of his jeans. eyes dark and hungry. steve takes his time, popping the button, pulling the zipper down tooth by tooth, knuckles giving steady pressure to eddie’s length. once it’s open eddie pulls them down, boxers going too. deft fingers tugging at steve’s boxers, pulling them off, tossing it all aside. until they’re standing in front of each other, both completely naked, cocks hard and flushed red, pre pearling at the heads.

something about the feeling of air on his hard cock has steve pausing, sinking into his head a little. he really likes eddie, they’re doing this, it’s scary. he’s not, he hasn’t had feelings like this in a long time. it could really hurt, eddie could really hurt him, if it keeps going the way steve hopes.

steve’s been still and silent too long. ‘um, fuck, sorry, it really has been a long time and i ah, i don’t usually do this on a first date and uhm...’ steve says, trailing off, sucking in a shaky breath.

eddie steps forward and entwines his pinkie with steve’s finger. it’s such a comforting, tender gesture that something in steve melts. how lovely actually, that it’s been so long, but that he’s able to feel these things again.

‘hey.’ eddie’s voice is soft. ‘no worrying.’ his thumb strokes against the back of steve’s hand. ‘and me neither. i’ve, honestly had an embarrassingly small number of first dates. but, this one’s been perfect, even if it ends here.’ and eddie looks so happy, so earnest. steve steps forward and kisses the corner of his mouth.

eddie turns his head into it, capturing steve’s lips. coming together they groan as their lengths slide against each other. tongues entering mouths, spit slick and sloppy.

‘you wanna lay down?’ steve asks, taking a tentative hand and squeezing their cocks together as one.

eddie’s eyes close at the contact. ‘yeah. but, uh, i don’t think i’m gonna last long, sorry.’ he says, breathing deep through his nose.

another squeeze and steve let’s go, pulling eddie onto the bed with him. ‘good. me neither.’ steve lays on his side facing eddie, mirroring each other.

‘this okay?’ steve asks, taking them both in his palm again, collecting the pre from their tips and moving slow.

‘yeah, yeah, fuck, just.’ and eddie cards one of his hands through steve’s hair, moving closer, holding him firmly at the base of his skill, eddie’s hand squeezes and steve shivers. ‘hold on just.’ eddie grunts, taking steves hand away from their cocks to lick and solid wet stipe along it, bast to tip.

‘fuck’ steve pants, slide slick and smooth now. eddie gripping the back of his head still, other hand gravitating back to his hip. roaming that plush crease at his waist.

steve speeds up, grips tighter. eddie’s pushing their foreheads together, panting, sharing breath. steve knows he can’t last long, with eddie hard and thick against him.

‘fuck, fuck, stevie’ eddie whines, curing in on himself, pulling steve closer, hand moving to grab at steve’s peck, his shoulder, blunt nails against his neck. ‘baby, i’m close, i’m close.’

steve watches, enamoured, eddie’s eyes squeezed shut, mouth pretty pink and open. ‘me too, me too’ steve pants, doesn’t want to blink, speeds up his hand, twists their heads.

eddie throws his leg over steve’s thigh, gripping a handful of his peck again, twisting the hairs at the back of his head and steve comes with a shout. eddie squeezing his chest and pulling his hair through his own orgasm, rocking against steve’s cock, steve’s hand. the pleasure pain rolls through steve, down his legs and arms, making his mind go fuzzy blank.

panting, he nuzzled into eddie, nosing at his cheek. still moving his hand in a lazy grip.

‘baby.’ eddie moans, sounding spent and sleepy and loose.

steve doesn’t open his eyes, just kisses him. pushing his messy hand into eddie’s stomach, getting him to lay flat so steve can devour him. eddie letting him eat.

eventually the kisses turn into steve breathing in eddie’s skin, head tucked into his neck. half asleep but sticky.

he rolls off, holding his hand out in front of him, as if their combined cum isn’t also all over his chest. goes to the bathroom to wash his hands and wipe himself down, coming back in with tissue and a damp towel for eddie.

eddie has rolled into his side, eyes following steve coming over. his hair a mess of frizz around his head, face happy and sleepy and satiated. steve thinks he looks glorious.

steve likes the feeling of the quiet, the focus and attention he can take to cleaning eddie off, hands roaming over pale skin. he leaves a kiss to eddie’s sternum once he’s done, the moment feels reverent and deep, something warm shifting through steve again, solidifying within him.

sleep takes them quickly, a tangle of limbs and blankets, chased kisses and wondering fingertips. eddie sighing into steve’s embrace.

steve wakes to the sound of the radio, something a little heavier than his usual morning station. both sides of the bed are still warm and everything still smells like eddie. steve shoves his face in his pillow to stifle his grin. wants to squeal, wants to kick his legs and throw the widows of his heart open wide.

he makes a quick call to work, feigning sick and gets up to find sweats.

eddie is in the kitchen, sitting at the counter and leafing through a book. he’s humming and swinging his legs, steve can’t help but stare. eddie’s hairs still a mess but he’s picked up his boxers and steve’s sweater from last night. the collar is pulled to one side and shows off a peak of collarbone, the yellow complimenting his sleep flush cheeks. steve swallows, heat rushing through his belly, his jumper looks bigger on eddie, oversized and sweet.

eddie’s finally looks up at him but he looks pointy again, mischievous and magical, even with the pillow crease on his cheek. steve comes closer, he has to kiss him.

and eddie let’s him, humming sleepy and deep. but pulls away eventually, same face still on just now with kiss pink lips. ‘these cupcakes look like the ones from the office, and these cookies, and this cheesecake.’ eddie flicks to each one. ‘funny that, don’t you think? stevie baby.’ eddie says, pointing to a page in the book, leaning into steve’s space, eyes greedy and sparkling.

oops, busted. steve blushes, takes a moment to figure out how to explain what was his frankly insane plan to get eddie to talk to him through baked goods. he scratches the back of his neck, mind blank.

‘cant you make this?’ eddie asks, turning to the page for molten chocolate cakes and tapping it with long callused fingers.

steve just looks at him, silly pretty thing. ‘for.. breakfast?’ steve asks and eddie just nods, grin getting a touch more feral, eyes on steve’s mouth, hand sliding up under steve’s t-shirt and squeezing.

#hope u like it partner *tips cowboy hat*#i might get over my embarrassment and write and actual stuffing fic with these two and milkshake #but for now its just fluff #enjoy #steddie #steddie wg #office wg au #chubby steve harrington #hotlunch #my fic #pretty proud of this one #but also don't look at me #<3 #oh and #eddie munson is a sweetheart #if u even care

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hotluncheddie · 10 days

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Day 6: Bondage

"Like it"

Ao3

wc: 1.9k | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, rimming, pleasure dom Steve Harrington, chubby Eddie Munson, feederism kinks, public foreplay, humiliation kink

written for @subeddieweek <3

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‘Ugh’ Eddie groans, rubbing his stomach as much as he can with his wrists tied.

Sleepy and satiated, he’s bound together with his own bandana.

Steve’s eyes had been gleeful as he did it, as if he’d just come up with the idea, and thought it was his best one yet. Eddie had gulped, presenting his wrists and squirming as the fabric wrapped around him.

But he was used to it now. Forearms managing to massage the new chub at his stomach, doughy and close to kissing his thicker thighs. His body showing all the signs of their new relationship. Something passing between them after the upside down. Once they were safe and comfortable they just seemed to melt together. Showing each other the freedom to explore things they never thought possible.

Eddie was allowed, for the first time in his life, to indulge.

He let go in ways he never dreamed possible; because he’d never had the means, or was too afraid, or both.

And Steve, Steve’s always wanted to give. He’d give so much that it scares people away. Eddie knows now, that Steve wants to give everything and it’s okay, okay that Eddie wants it all.

They’re driving back from the diner two towns over. It has bigger portions and the best burgers around. Eddie ate one loaded with cheese and bacon, with a side of fries. And onion rings. Steve ordering for him, foot brushing Eddie’s shin as he did. Knowing it made Eddie blush, a little embarrassed, to be looked after so openly, to allow Steve that decision. It made Eddie’s mind melt.

‘Undo your button, I wanna see.’ Steve says, glancing away from the empty road. Eddie does, a little awkwardly, but sighs with relief once he manages. Fingers soothing the underside of pale stomach that was trapped against the denim.

But Eddie’s pulled from his petting as the car lurches to the right, Steve turning off. Pulling into a drive through.

Eddie’s eye go wide and his cheeks go pink realising whoever’s at the widow is going to see his belly peaking out between the flaps of his jeans. Cheeks going pinker realising Steve wants him to eat more.

‘Steve?’ He asks weakly.

‘What?’ Steve asks, vaguely, not looking at his face. Instead he, suddenly, he pulls at eddies seatbelt, hard. So it’s tight and sat beneath his belly, constricting and biting.

Eddie gasps at the feeling, the stiff fabric against his soft middle.

‘Steve?’ Eddie presses. You can’t see his pants are undone anymore but there’s cool air hitting a now exposed sliver skin as his shirt lifts, jostled by the movement.

But Steve ignores him. Rolling through to the speaker he orders a milkshake and donut. Doesn’t spare Eddie a glance. Eddie squirms.

‘Steve.’ He hisses, they’ll be pulling up to the window soon. Eddie tries to shift but the belt stops him. Moving does nothing but shift his shirt until it threatens to expose his bellybutton. ‘Steve please.’

Steve stops the car with a jolt, just before they get to the window. ‘Tell me right now, honestly, that you’re not into this.’ He says, eyes locked with Eddie’s.

Eddies are wide, sticky pleasure churning in his gut.

He doesn’t say a thing.

Steves smile blooms again, sunny but sharp. ‘Lift your arms up.’ He says.

Eddie balks, but does. Feeling hot all over with a blush running down his chest as he lets his bound wrists lay on the top of the headrest.

‘Good.’ Steve says low, rolling the car forwards. ‘You’re cute when you squirm.. Hi.’ He turns to smile sweetly at the drive-thru worker.

As they wait for her, Steve looks over at Eddie again. Eye roaming the straps across his body, that sit into his flesh.

Eddie glares at him.

Steve pouts back. ‘You said I could do whatever I wanted.’ And his voice has that bratty little whine to it that always sends Eddie insane. Steve too juxtaposing, too confusing, too in control of Eddie to be allowed to pout like that.

Steve knows it too, knows Eddies annoyed, embarrassed flush. He cocks his eyebrow and gives Eddie a wink.

Eddie bites his lip and looks resolutely out the window, as Steve chats idly with the worker, hands over cash and puts a large, dripping milkshakes in the cup holder.

Steve messes with putting the donuts in the footwell. But Eddie thought they were done and he makes the mistake of looking over, Steve ducked down, the girl at the window looking right at him. A perfect view of Eddie’s stomach pushing against the belt, pale skin and dark hair. Eddie nudges Steve by his knee, desperate, humiliated.

Steve sits back normally. ‘Thanks.’ He smiles at the worker again. She smiles back, glancing at Eddie. Eddie shifts, his cock hard and straining in his jeans.

Steve parks near the exit and gets a donut out of the bag, holding it up to Eddie’s lips. Eddie scowls at it. But Steve just gives him his best puppy dog eyes - the same ones Eddie gives him. ‘Please?’ He teases.

Eddie rolls his eyes, fighting down his smile ‘Fine.’ And he tries to sound annoyed, opening his mouth and taking a bite, but his voice sounds too breathy, and affected.

‘We’ve still got about 30 till we’re home okay?’ Steve says softly, feeding Eddie another bite. Eddie nods, cheeks full, the donut’s really good.

Steve strokes Eddie’s cheek, loosening Eddie’s belt and letting him suck the cream from his thumb. ‘You like this.’ Steve says.

It’s never a question, just a statement.

The first time he’d said it, they’d only been together a couple weeks. Eddie still so tentative and fresh faced to any kind of relationship that meant more than a little spit and quick hands. Steve agreeing to keep it between them until he was ready

That day Steve had been getting shit from the kids for baking again, for being completely serious when he mentioned that this recipe was from a high school home ec class. Rightfully unembarrassed as he looked down his nose at Mikes sneer. ‘Everyone has to eat kid.’ He’d said, rolling his eyes and putting the oven mitts away.

None of the kids had clocked yet what might’ve started him baking more regularly, or that he made sure to always offer Eddie some specifically, always gifting him something sweet to take home. Doting on him more noticeably in these past couple weeks than ever before - even with them around. The only person who did notice the change was Robin. With her sharp eyes and poking smile. But Steve seemed to take any of her looks in his stride, like it was all just normal, could be normal.

But Eddie was basking in it, even as the anxiety of what they might all think still sat heavy in the back of his mind. Steve made it easier, Steve made him feel safe.

And once they’d all gone home, once it was just him and Eddie again, that evening, Steve stepped it up.

He made Eddie stay sitting on the sofa, told him not to move and straddled Eddies thighs, kissing him breathless. Eddie settling into that feeling that was becoming normal, routine - of letting Steve lead. Breath hitching as Steve laced their fingers together and pushed Eddie’s wandering hands away, told to keep them at his sides. Held and directed so softly that Eddie just sucked on Steve’s bottom lip and let his mind go blank.

Until Steve pulled away, hand on Eddie chest. Holding him, and offering Eddie a cookie to bite from his own fingers. Hand feeding it to him sweetly.

Still doting. But now, Steves eyes were dark.

Eddie couldn’t count how many cookies he’d already had. One of those days where he was insatiable, a bottomless pit, always wanting, and Steve had made so many, no one even noticed.

Except, maybe Steve noticed. The way he looked at Eddie now, leaning right into his space, cookie held just out of reach. Steve’s other hand slipping up under Eddie’s shirt, big palm swallowing his abdomen, warm and solid and claiming. Steve noticed everything.

And Eddie just whined, pushing his stomach more into Steve’s hand, letting his lips fall open and eyes go blurry as his pupils bloomed. Steve smiling at him, indulging, feeding Eddie the cookie bite by big bite, slipping his fingers inside for Eddie to suck.

‘You like this.’ Steve said, then, and Eddie nodded, too afraid to explain that it was everything, all of it, more.

Eddie liked it. Liked it especially, from Steve.

‘Oh fuck.’ Eddie moans.

They’re back at Steve’s house. Eddie laid out on the bed, pillows under his head so he can take periodic sips of the milkshake Steve forced on him. Legs spread wide open and bound with thick ribbon around his shins and thighs, keeping his knees bent. Bandanna still tight around his wrists. Exposed, totally on display.

Harder than he’s ever been in his life.

‘Fucking love you like this.’ Steve pants, lips glistening as he sits back on his heels, slapping the inside of Eddie’s thigh, watching it jiggle. ‘You’re so soft now, it’s like eating out a girl.’ And Eddie’s eyes roll in his head, cock dripping onto his stomach.

Steve dives back down, sucking and licking at Eddie’s hole. Sometimes working his way over Eddie’s balls but never touching his cock for more than a second, never more than to give the length a wet, open mouthed kiss.

Eddie writhes, the milkshake cold on his tongue, barely able to move he’s so tightly bound, completely at Steve’s mercy.

‘That’s it, wanna hear you.’ Steve says, palming himself, getting off on Eddie’s whimpers and groans, pushing him until he’s brainless and blissed out.

Eddie whines, he can barely see he’s so far gone.

'm- 'm gonna’ Eddie manages, finishing his milkshake and letting it slip from his fingers. Hands going to fist the sheets above him, back arching off the bed.

‘That’s it baby, cum for me.’ Steve says, muffled, face still buried in Eddies ass.

Steve reaches an arm around, holding Eddie’s hips down firm. hand coming to stroke his cock once, twice.

The air punches out of Eddie’s lungs in a long, drawn out moan. Thrusting up against Steve’s strong grip, cum spilling all over his pink flushed skin.

Steve holds him tighter, hand circling his cock more firmly, base to tip. Fisting him hard and fast. ‘Oh, oh fuck!’ Eddie can’t think, can’t move and can’t breath. Steve slips two fingers in his spit loose hole, thrusting in and up and Eddie wails.

‘Again. you’re gonna cum for me again.’ Steve insists, voice rough, lips and chin wet with spit. He thrusts harder, pushes in deeper. Eddie feels static in his ears, feels him stomach muscles jump and his thighs clench against the binds. Not given the chance to come down, just taken up, up, higher and higher until he’s falling all over again. Tipping over the edge because of Steve, all for Steve, all over himself.

‘Fuck, fuck.’ Steve pants, standing and shoving his boxers down, gripping his cock fast and hard. Crowding into Eddie’s space and leaning between his spread thighs to lick at Eddie’s open mouth.

Eddie can’t do anything more than whine and buck sleepily as he feels Steve release all over him. Hot and spent and Eddie licks into Steve’s mouth, tasting himself and groaning as Steve licks back, sharing his air.

Steve rests their foreheads together, breathing turning normal, and then rises up to pull at Eddie’s wrists - undoing the bandanna. He uses it to wipe away some of the mess across Eddie’s middle.

tossing it aside, Steves fingers dance over Eddie’s still bound thighs, eyes making their way slowly back up to Eddie face. ‘You liked it?’ Steve asks, smiling down at him, eyes sleepy and relaxes.

He’s beautiful, Eddie thinks.

He leans into Steves touch, nodding and diverting Steve’s hands over to his belly, giving his best puppy dog eyes. ‘Like you.’ Eddie pouts and Steve lets Eddie move him, laughing lightly. Hands roaming over his stomach and doughy sides. Petting and rubbing as he undoes the binds around Eddie’s legs, massaging there too.

Eddie’s eyes slip close sleepily as Steve works and presses kisses all over. Until he reaches Eddie’s neck and face, where Steve feeds his thumb into Eddie’s mouth, watching his eyes flutter back open. ‘My good boy.’ He whispers and Eddie kisses him.

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Tag List: @pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @scoops-aboy86 @chickensinrainboots @cheesedoctor @marvel-ous-m

#going niche with the kinks today sorry lads #understand if anyone doesn't want to read #but i know one person will like it so the rest is gravy :)#steddie #hotlunch #steve x eddie #steddie fic #my fic #chubby eddie munson #steddie wg #sub eddie week #subeddieweek #it has been a LONG day #im TIRED #<3

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hotluncheddie · 4 months

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santa baby

just a little silly thing for christmas <3

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

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‘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.

#hotlunch #steddie #steve x eddie #chubby eddie munson #christmas steddie #<3 #just i think this eddie would be hot #and so does steve but he likes being a brat about it #merry christmas chubby steddie goblins ❤️#steddie wg #drabbles

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hotluncheddie · 2 months

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eddie, growing up with not much, knows he needed his food to be sustaining. therefore wayne and him always bought whole milk.

steve, who grew up with a ‘health’ obsessed wasp of a mom, only knows skimmed milk.

but once he moves into the trailer he learns that ‘oh shit whole milk tastes way better’ and starts drinking it a LOT. like with every meal, after a workout, with a snack type amounts. (he helps out with groceries so just starts getting enough milk that he can have a gallon to himself.. or multiple.)

this is fine. but steve doesn’t realise that while whole milk tastes better, and has slightly better nutritional value, it is a lot more calorie dense.

eddie doesn’t know how too, but also doesn’t really want to, tell him…

(see scott pilgrim ‘bread makes your fat!?!’ meme but it’s milk. and ‘no it doesn’t make you fat but it can if you drink like half a gallon a day steve’)

wg writing tag list: @scoops-aboy86 @chickensinrainboots @cheesedoctor (i know this is short but i might add, or if anyone else wants to add 👀 scoops 👀)

#i’m like #steve drinking milk #hot #in a old white vest #too small and stretched and the hem cut off so it rolls up easier #eddie: 🥴🥴🥴#hotlunch #steddie #chubby steve harrington #steddie wg #ideas

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hotluncheddie · 4 months

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New anon here... I've been thinking about the government shoving Eddie into witness protection without letting him say goodbye to the rest of the group, which is a real bummer Steddie-wise because they were definitely headed towards something. So Eddie is like, in the suburbs of Chicago or somewhere under the new name Nathan Edwards or something, gets a slave wage job at a Scoops Ahoy, and proceeds to eat his feelings.

A couple years later, Steve is passing through the area, sees the Scoops, and thinks what the hell, he's doing pretty well for himself these days at whatever "fuck you dad I can make it on my own" career he ended up choosing, he can go in and tip some fresh outta high school kid the way he'd always appreciated back in his Starcourt days. And wow, the guy behind the counter definitely isn't a teenager, but he does look familiar...

:0 anon!!!!!

i’m hoping by saying he eats his feeling in the ice cream shop that we’re on the same page here… (bc oof 🥴👹)

but ugh witness protection is so sad omg but big hurt/comfort possibilities maybe i think i think

they make them leave straight out of the hospital, him and wayne and one box of stuff each. they give them new names, a new place, set wayne up with a new job. but it’s not the same, nothing is, never will be. eddie has to cut his hair, thankfully not a buzz cut but he hasn’t had his curls sit above his ears in years. it’s the thing that makes his feel most strange, he thinks - not recognising himself in the mirror.

recovering physically took a long time, mentally, just as long. but eventually he needs to be around people again, needs money, a routine. the scoops job started as kind of a joke and then he realised it was the place he applied with the easiest commute and the owner was a really chill dude at the interview and then it really wasn’t a joke anymore. eddie worked a scoops ahoy. the pay is whatever but the work is fine and with wayne’s wage they more than get by and while it’s boring, it also kind of feels like breathing room, time to slow down and learn about himself again, after everything.

after a while eddie is actually kind of digging the sailor outfit, gives him an excuse to be kind of silly and get away with way more with customers that he should. like you can’t really get mad at him, not dressed like that, not when he still gets the orders right. it feels like a character, he’s the bard, the jester, and one day he’ll break free but for now - he enjoys the free icecream.

it started small, employees are allowed one item in break and he usually went for a soda, then that changed to a milkshake or a cone. and then one night he was closing and it was right by wayne’s birthday and there was a quarter of a tub set to be thrown out. and, well, eddie thought, why not take it home?

then the new monthly schedule comes out and since most of the part timers are younger and he has his (new) van it’s got him set to closing alone most shifts. fine by him, one hour of pay where he can blast his walkman while he cleans, best case scenario even.

he was also in charge of making sure the tubs were correctly filled ready for the openers and that meant throwing out the near empty ones. so near empty that that kid in eddie seems to rear up and remind him of all those times they couldn’t afford icecream, why let it go to waste? he always did have a sweet tooth.

so most nights his routine after work is to get home, have dinner with wayne, get high, watch some tv or read or listen to music and most notably polish off whatever ice cream and ‘only just out of date so still definitely good’ toppings he’s managed to squirrel home.

that last bit is notable because it’s been a year of working there, just under a year of this new routine, and eddie’s had to size up his once baggy uniform.

he’s kept definition in his legs and arms since his job is running around and scooping frozen shit. but now he’s padded with a layer of chub and his stomach is padded with a lot more than that, having bared the brunt. his cheeks have also rounded and his thighs and ass are honestly looking better than ever.

and with everything so new that’s been forced on him, this new at least feels like his. he knows how it happened, he’s not dumb, and yeah sometimes he ate just to wallow but he enjoyed every fucking bite of that ice-cream. and yeah he knows the red stripes that streak up his sides and push agains the waistband of his shorts aren’t everyone’s idea of desirable but, this is him now. everything else in his life is new, may as well have a new body to go with it. and to be honest he finally feels like he’s recognising himself in the mirror now. this new guy he’s had to become, there are ways that it’s still his.

but god does he miss everyone. not a day goes by he doesn’t think of home, his friends, his life, the people he almost died with. steve. so every night he gets high and eats ice cream and feels his belly swell that little bit more. sometimes he cries, sometimes he laughs but he’s alive and he has wayne and they’re safe. so every night he eats icecream.

steve moves to chicago with robin. he’s in school to be a physical therapist, robin studying italian. they moved just outside the city because it’s cheaper, a nice little neighbourhood. hes getting by, he works at a gym and helps with some of the classes, it’s decent pay and fun and he’s getting more and more days where that darkness feels far away, his rain cloud isn’t so thick. he’s doing it, surviving. living, even.

but, every day he misses eddie munson.

he’s out jogging when he spots it, taken a new route and made it to a strip of stores he didn’t know were there. with a scoops ahoy. just like summer of ‘83.

he laughs.

for old times sake and knowing robin will get a kick out of it he head in inside. thinks the 20 in his sock is more than enough to have spare for a tip that should brighten whatever kid is working the counter. surely they don’t still have the same unifo- nope, they do, and the guy at the counter looks much closer to steve’s age than the high schooler he expected. he’s cute. big eyes, nice hands.

eddie’s frozen. there’s a spectre in his store. steve’s staring at him. eddie’s stares at steve. eddie’s suddenly filled with anxious energy, unsure how to process what’s in front of him. tugs at his shirt out of habit, smooths the fabric down over the plush of his stomach, readjusts his hat that doesn’t need readjusting, bounces on his toes. what the fuck.

and eddie sees that steve doesn’t quite recognise him with his rounder features and shorter hair. he can’t wear his rings to work (they’re different, gold but still chunky) and, obviously steve’s never seen him dressed like this, also probably never imagined eddie would have a belly like that.

the second thing that registers in eddie, after the initial shock, is feeling his stomach drop out in fear. for wayne. for their place. for his job… for steve.

he doesn’t remember what the rules were about contact with his past. but he’s pretty sure there were rules on it.

but then something flickers across steve’s face, a flash of lightning, and he’s moving, leaning across the counter and enveloping eddie in a hug. ‘oh thank god.’ eddie hears steve breathe, strained and relieved and so full of emotion eddie feels his throat close and his eyes burn. steve’s here. eddie squeezes back and breaths deep, he smells like sweat and hairspray and home.

his steve is here.

and all eddie can do is cling back.

they’ll have to figure something out. he can’t let go of this again.

#anon this was so good #i loved it so much #the brain worm u gave me ugh #i’m giving u a #MWAH!#hotlunch #steddie #steve x eddie #chubby eddie munson #hurt/comfort #ask #chubby!eddie munson #steddie wg #witness protection wg au

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hotluncheddie · 6 months

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ex jock

this is fat steve, subby eddie, filth.. for the festive season! happy halloween freaks!

wc: 2,034 | rated: E | cw: no kink negation | tags: chubby dom top steve, sub bottom eddie, established relationship, mention of; free use, degradation, breeding, outgrown clothes.. and steve has a big dick

AO3

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eddie is brushing his teeth post shower in steve’s stupid big bathroom. the autumn rain falling agains the widow pane.

‘i decided on my costume for robins party tomorrow ed’s’ eddie hears steve say from the corridor.

eddie spits a wipes his mouth. hears steve come in and feels him stand close behind eddie, hands resting on his hips.

eddie raises from where he’s dipped over the sink. breath catching in his throat and blood rushing straight to his cock.

steve’s in his old hawkins high basketball jersey and a pair of running shorts. both are old and both are way too fucking small.

steve smirks at him in the mirror, hands shifting lower, with just enough force to disturb the towel around eddie’s waist. it drops to the floor and eddie feels the hairy lower expanse of steve’s belly push up agains his backside.

‘what do you think? ex jock, former basketball team captain.’ steve grinds agains eddie’s cheeks and all eddie can do is whine at the feeling of steve’s big hard dick, trapped and suffocated in his too small shorts.

steve leans in close and kisses up eddie’s neck. snakes a hand around to eddie’s cock and squeezes. eddie’s leans on his arms and grips at the sink, legs feeling like jelly.

steve swipes his thumb over his already leaking head, scooping up a little pre cum. eddie didn’t realise his eyes had shut till steve pulls at one of his hips, turning eddie around to face him.

looking down his nose with a smile that’s all cocky and condescending, steve lifts his thumb slowly to eddie’s mouth. eddie opens, greedily sucking it in, moaning at the feel and the taste. eyelashes fluttering.

‘pretty.’ steve humms. ‘you’d’ve let me do this after gym class right baby? in the showers? after i’d bodied you on the court?’ steve’s thumb slips from eddie’s mouth and he steps back towards the shower. turning to grab the lube they keep there, hidden amongst the shampoo.

eddie takes the chance to watch steve’s ass and thighs jiggle in his too tight shorts, as he walks the few steps to the shower. takes in his bulging love handles that are pushing the waistband out and down. that gap of skin between the two garments gets a little bigger when steve reaches up to the top shelf to grab the lube.

eddie feels his cock jump and leak once steve turns around. his belly had taken the brunt of his weight gain and he’s only gotten hairier in the years since high school. eddie grips the sink for dear life and he watches steve sway back towards him. shirt so tight eddie can see the soft nipples of his expanded pecks. steve’s belly pushes out in front of him, a soft indent along the bottom hem where the shirt sits, pulled tight around steve’s girth. belly exposed all the way up to his belly button. the jersey is so small. steve looks so hot. eddie is so fucking hard.

steve stalks up close, stomach pushing soft agains eddies flat torso. eddie blinks slowly, taking a moment to breath deeply and feel the sensation of steve’s soft body agains his own. eventually his eyes focus and he stares at steve’s mouth. his head too fuzzy to ask for a kiss but steve must read his expression because his mouth quirks into a smug little smirk. lifting a huge hand up to the back of eddie’s head. steve pulls their mouths together into a sloppy kiss. just how eddie likes it.

he looses himself in the feeling of steve’s tongue exploring his mouth, spit sliding down his chin. steve’s hand grips his hair and eddie moans. eyes rolling in the back of his head and mouth dropping open as steve sucks in his lower lip.

steve pulls their faces apart an inch and eddie can’t focus on anything other than the kissed pink colour of steve’s mouth, glossy with spit. he vaguely hears the pump of the lube bottle but his eyes don’t snap up to steves till he feels strong slick fingers probing against his cheeks, towards his hole.

eddie gasps at the sensation of steve’s strong thick arm encircling him to reach his entrance. the hand in his hair still holding tight, keeping his head in place. eddie sighs when he feels two slick fingers slide in with ease.

(he’d fingered himself open during his shower, hoping something would happen tonight, never expecting all this. but hoping none the less.)

‘baaaby’ steve coos. hand tightening in his hair and third finger prodding at his rim. ‘did you let someone have a go before me? little perv couldn’t wait till the captain was done?’ and eddie moans at the thought, feels filthy and alive. years out of high school (thank god) but lost in the fantasy.

his cock ruts vaguely against steve’s underbelly. but between the sink and steve’s arm around him, there’s not much room.

‘you gonna let me have a turn now baby?’ steve asks all honey sweet as his three fingers slide neat and quick in and out of him. all eddie can do is pant and nod, vaguely.

‘need you to use your words for me.’ steve pecks at eddie lips and tugs sharply at eddie’s scalp to get his attention.

‘pl- please.’ eddie rasps. drinking in steve’s round flushed cheeks, the love that he sees in his eyes.

‘good boy.’ steve pulls his fingers out from eddie’s hair and hole in one swift motion. eddie takes a bit to register the quick hard slap against his cheek and another to feel that steve’s gripped his leaking red cock around the base. knowing way before eddie how that move would’ve sent him over the edge in seconds.

still reeling, from the combined pain/pleasure, eddie let’s steve manoeuvre him back facing the sink and mirror. bending him at the waist so his elbows are against the counter, back arched.

steve steps back in close to eddie. having shucked his too small shorts. eddie feels him line his slick cock up against his hole. teasing.

‘eyes on me pretty thing.’ eddie lifts his head from where it was hanging between his shoulders. lost in the sensation of steve’s big thighs up agains the back of his. he focuses on the steve in the mirror.

‘now then, you’re gonna let me have a special turn with you, aren’t you baby? you don’t want me feeling left out after all those guys on the team had a go before me, do you?’ and eddie whines, shaking his head quickly, feverishly. he’d never want steve to feel second than. he’s everything.

‘good boy, so good for me baby.’ steve smiles at him in the mirror, ruts his cock between his cheeks. eddie keens.

‘now.’ steve’s cock slips in just to the base of the round tip. teasing and slick. eddie’s mouth fills with spit as he listens. ‘you’re gonna let me fuck you nice and deep aren’t you baby?’ and eddie nodding again, trying to push back onto more of steve’s cock but the strong hands at his hip stop him. ‘and i get to do what all those other guys only dream of, isn’t that right freak?’ and eddie can only whine in confusion. caught between trying to focus on keeping his eyes on steve and the sensation of his cock sliding in another inch, stretching him open.

‘you’re going to let me fuck you raw and deep aren’t you?’ and steve grinds in further, cock filling and stretching eddie’s hole. ‘you're going to let me breed you aren’t you, slut?’ steve grits, bottoming out and already pulling back out to start a punishing pace.

eddie moans long and loud. too lost in the way those words light him on fire and the way steve’s cock fills him up perfectly to keep his eyes on the mirror. he squeezes his eyes closed and splays his hands agains the counter, holding on for dear life.

steve shifts his grip, still thrusting hard and deep. one hand curls around eddie hipbone. pulling him back onto his cock and squeezing so hard eddie fucking prays he gets bruises tomorrow. the other hand slides up his spine, pushing lightly to get eddie to dip lower.

looking up again at the mirror eddie watches steve. feeling his jaw go slack and he wouldn’t be surprised if some drool slips out and splatters onto the sinks expensive porcelain.

because from this angle eddie can see steve’s flushed cheeks and knitted brow as he fucks in and out of eddie. his pecks and biceps bulging and flexing as he holds eddie where he wants him. eddie’s mesmerised by the movement and jiggle of steve’s belly as it bounces against eddies lower back. it’s still confined by the too tight jersey but the tops ridden up further over the course of the scene. allowing eddie to drink in more of its hairy, round expanse.

eddie moans again, whimpering at the sight. ‘ste- stevie. i, i can’t. i’m gonna.’ eddie sounds like he’s about to cry. feels like he’s about to cry.

steve moans, squeezing eddie hip harder. pants out ‘fuck, fuck. yeah baby, it’s okay. together, together okay?’ and he reaches his other hand down and around to grip eddie’s hard cock.

the air punches out of eddie lungs, finally getting some attention to his dripping dick. he watches steve a moment longer. the way his belly and pecs move. the way his brow is furrowed and mouth is open and panting. he sees the way he’s leaning to one side in order to reach around and stroke eddie the way he likes. how reaching has caused his side to scrunch, one roll turning into two.

‘fuck, fuck, i’m.’ steve manages as he bottoms out, so deep eddie feels it in his teeth. imagines the way steve’s balls tense up when he cums. feels steve’s hot load release inside him, filling him up. claiming him.

eddie’s eyes roll back in his head. he cums so hard he blacks out.

when he comes too it’s with his face smushed into the crook of steve’s shoulder. he nuzzled into the warm skin and feels steve squeeze where his arms are wrapped around his waist. eddie feels cum leaking out of him and dripping down his thigh. his cock gives a valiant twitch but he’s so exhausted it doesn’t go any further than that.

steve gently lifts his face out and kissed him on the nose, his cheeks, his forehead and eddie just closes his eyes and smiles all dopey.

once he feels that eddie won’t keel over if he’s no longer plastered to his front, steve steps back and rips the shirt off over his head, tossing it into the ground. ‘god that shit was uncomfortable. too fucking tight.’ but he’s smiling and eddie steps back into his space, caressing steve belly and soothing the red line where the shirt dug into him at the widest part.

‘s’that really gonna be your costume?’ eddie asks, speech still slow and syrupy like his mind. voice a little raspy, he must’ve gotten pretty loud there at the end.

steve grips one of his wandering hands and kisses eddie’s palm. he turns to put the shower back on and once he’s facing eddie again he cups eddie’s cheek with his palm. manoeuvring him so they’re eyes meet. steve kisses his nose again. ‘no silly. that was all just for you.’

eddie looks at steve’s lips as he talks. then back into his eyes once he hears what steve said. grinning he feels a blush colour his cheeks. a giddy giggle bubbles out of him as he slumps back into steve’s embrace.

‘good.’ eddie murmurs, kissing steve’s neck. ‘don’t wanna share.’

steve laughs and squeezes eddie tighter, walking them both over into the warm spray of water with big lumbering steps.

eddie sighs into the warmth, sinking into steve’s soft hold. letting steve clean him up and wrangle him into bed. falls asleep wrapped up in steve’s strong arms, his belly pushed up agains eddie back.

halloween. best fucking time of the year.

#this is VERY self indulgent #and i am SATIATED #chubby steve harrington #but honestly #just fat hot sexy steve harrington #steddie #hotlunch #my fic #ex jock steve harrington #happy halloween #i love halloween but it also makes me feel anxious and off kilter lol #weight gain #steddie wg

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✨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???)

#heheh #👹👹👹👹👹👹👹#ty ty for this!!!#rly hope its okay!#hotlunch #steddie #steve x eddie #chubby eddie munson #chubby!eddie #ask #they’re in love #steddie wg #drabbles

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hotluncheddie · 5 months

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Okay so I can’t get over the idea of Eddie being very possessive over chubby Steve n just like… grabbin those love handles. All the time. 1) so everyone knows Steve is *his* and 2) bc eddie LOVES Steve’s loves handles n loves grabbing them and feeling that spot on him and 3) because Steve goes feral for it too, loves feeling like he’s Eddie’s and loves knowing that when Eddie grabs him there he’s feeling particularly possessive of him 😈 n Steve’s just like 🥵

ughhhhhh 👹

that’s sooo juicy bestie!!!!!

because maybe as steve softened and his sides started to bulk and spill over his waistbands a little more, it was just a small thing, a little touch here and there. and then they get a little more prominent and eddie’s touches get a little more prominent. eddie’s eyes going a little dark when he does, jaw clenching and unclenching. hands landing there when he steps up behind steve to kiss his neck in the kitchen, or look at him through the mirror while steve’s getting ready (checking that the shirt he’s pulled still fits, eddie crowding in close, lingering if the shirt doesn’t quite anymore).

eddies arm dropping there when steve sits next to him on the couch, they don’t go so much to his hair or his shoulders anymore, no now it’s that lovely squish at his waist and hip. it’s the same when steve straddles eddie’s thighs, if he sits in his lap.

maybe the damn breaks one day when eddie’s really gripping them, using them as handles while steve is on his hands and knees, soft and open and dripping on the bed. eddie squeezing this place he loves most ‘fuck, fuck’ he’s panting, they’re both a little delirious ‘so fucking hot stevie, these, right here’ and he grips so hard steve thinks it might bruise. steve really hopes there’s bruises.

maybe steve takes a little to accept how much eddie likes it, maybe the growth isn’t too comfortable to begin with. those lightning shapes splashes of pink make these ghosts come out, past ideas of how he needs to be and how he has to look. but eddie listens and spends a night sucking hickies all over them, worshiping them, repeating how he feels about steve, how he needs him, wants him, always.

and like it’s become a thing, maybe full on pavlovian response. brain going a little fuzzy and gut stirring with heat bc steve knows that when eddie touches him there, he’s thinking about him, thinking about them together, thinking ‘mine’.

and like it reminds me of ur micro fic like if they go out, they’re in a queer space, u know eddie is all over steve. but he just always gravitates there. knowing now that steve gets it, what he really means by it. maybe in the club it feels a little like foreplay, like it’s a new, special time and space with the freedom to be in love. they’re obsessed with each other and eddie’s obsessed with steve’s body and everyone can tell and steve’s obsessed with that feeling of being so so desired, especially because he knows deep down it’s like body, mind and soul.

maybe steve’s at the bar and some guy comes over, starts chatting him up. steve goes along a little, answering this guys questions because it’s kinda fun. but the real fun is when eddie comes back from the bathroom, instantly in steve’s space. ‘who’s your new friend?’ and eddie’s smile is a little pointy, eyes a little sharp. he steps up close to steve’s back, caging him in. eyes on the guy but hands on steve. ringed fingers sliding up under his shirt, both hands splaying wide over the bare skin and holding those two handfuls so firmly steve feels his pupils blow, knows he’s gone pink. doesn’t really care that his speech slurs a little ‘ah this is uh.. sorry, what was it?’ because one of eddie’s hands had slipped around to hold his belly too, eddie mouth is hot and so close to his neck and ear. steve watched the guy walk away, with a huffy little eye roll that just adds to steve’s fun. but also so so grateful that the guys gone because he’s fucking hard and he just wants eddie. wants eddie to keep going, keep taking, keep touching. eddie squeezes, nosing behind his ear, steve whines. eddie’s lips brush up agains the shell, breath hot and heavy, steve’s eyes flutter shut. ‘mine’ eddie near growls, squeezing again and grinding agains steve’s ass. steve moans.

#👹👹👹👹👹👹👹#best ask best ask #hope this is okay!#hotlunch #steddie #steve x eddie #chubby steve harrington #<3 #ask #drabbles #steddie wg

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