Mscryptix - So Beautiful You Overflow

Steve’s taken up swimming recreationally again. Just doing laps and really, the trauma of feeling vulnerable in the water during the whole vecna thing, the water being a place he thinks of as *his* element (swim captain and all) he just has this urge to get back into it, for himself, and for a whole variety of reasons

He’s dropped some speed and stamina since high school and ehh he’s not really concerned about it and not super serious about it but thinks okay hey could be an idea to pull out some of those older high school training workout routines to build up his strength in the water, just doing it casually in his spare time

So Steve just running through his weight sets, doing push ups, sit ups, etc etc exercise

Well of course Eddie makes sure to be around - Steve, breathing heavily, sweaty, most likely shirtless, his hairy beefy muscles flexing? fucking try and keep him away.

Not that it’s hard - Steve likes background noise so is generally doing this all in the living room with the TV on in the bg. So Eddie just lays out “some” snacks for the show, rubs his hands together in anticipation, and parks himself on the couch, ass down feet up, ready for his visual and literal feast

It’s a new experience for Eddie, watching Steve exercise. Eddie never went to a single high school sporting event in his GD life, so never saw “The Hair” in his high school sporting heyday, but wow, Steve is so focussed! He knows Steve said he’s just mostly doing this for fun but once he starts a workout - Steve is competing with himself, pushing himself with his own challenges & goals, handsome face all furrowed up, eyes intense. He gets in his own world

Well Eddie thrives on watching Steve, but likewise, Eddie thrives on attention.

So Eddie decides he’s also gonna set himself some challenges.

Namely how long does it take to completely break Steve’s concentration til he pounces on Eddie like a sweaty animal.

He’s even got his own list of set plays:

Like Eddie will make sure to shift his pants to under his belly at the most opportune times - caught him stopping & staring just 30 seconds into bicep curls, Munson, new personal best

He’ll wear a low cut top, and lean forward for more food and push his tits together to create a taste of cleavage when the time is right - Eddie’s learnt through trial and error that the time for this is when Steve’s moved onto sit ups (get right in his line of sight and watch Steve noticeably linger on the sit up, then be on his back suspiciously longer for the down part)*

Then Eddie starts getting more creative, devising a character he likes to get into - After all, Eddie will not pass up a chance to be a irritating melodramatic character-acting ham. So he cooked up a strange athlete-gone-obliviously-soft caricature he plays up.

Now, Eddie definitely has no illusions about his lifelong lack of athletic prowess, Eddie’s never even pretended to be interested in sports for a second, both him and Steve know this, which means the stretching of the absurdity of this persona is part of the fun for Eddie

And the deeper and sweatier Steve gets into his workout, the more the visual combination of Eddie just sitting plump and pretty and ceaselessly eating himself out of his clothes vs the honestly inanely unhelpful “tips” he’s giving Steve, seems to rile up Steve in all the right ways

Eddies just lazily glutting himself, pizza box sat on his lap/belly, a bucket of fried chicken lined up for follow up, and between bites he’ll start offering Steve some helpful pointers. Mouth full, cheeks bulging, soft creamy lower gut inching further into his lap as the workout session goes on, really playing up the condescension, he’ll go for faux realism at first “idk man, form there looks a bit harsh on your lower back, if I were you I’d lower my shoulders a bit for that one” “…thanks Eddie”

But the longer Steve goes without breaking, Eddie will just start saying more and more nonsensical shit like “Might want to get some leg swing action in there for a real burn” when Steve’s doing like, lateral raises. But just saying it with so much unearned self assured bravado, while spreading his chunky thighs suggestively, to allow for more belly room

He’ll work in ridiculous stories of his own made up high school athletic achievements (“*chewing* what’s this exercise called again Stevie?” *breathe* *grunt* it’s a bent over row Ed.” “Oh yeah old bend over rows. Those ones’ll pay off, found all those bend overs really helped me get in the right shape for that ‘85 championship game.”)

He’ll say how he used to do things when he was “out on the field/track/pitch”, he’ll attribute his advice back to the “wise words” of his “coach” who’s name and sporting specialty seems to change on a whim, and the advice ends up being almost incomprehensible to someone who actually knows what they’re doing like Steve.

He’ll “absent mindedly” jiggle his belly while going on these “trips down nostalgia lane”**

Still something about the easy way Eddie just keeps on marathon non-stop stuffing himself the whole time, snacks getting more and more gratuitous, and the teasing criticism & the unmerited confidence of his coaching, which becomes more and more breathy the fuller he gets

All from the mouth of someone who hasn’t gotten up from the couch the whole time, except to lean forward to grab more food from the coffee table …..just..the delicious contrast gets Steve so hot under the collar. Steve never thought he was into jocks, but a jock gone soft is a whole new world he hadn’t thought about

Steve’s personal bests fluctuate week to week, workout to workout, but his progress getting back into a steady swimming routine is averaging an upwardly linear progression.

Eddie however will happily report that he beats his own personal time record every session

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*interlude here at the asterisk - Maybe this is under negotiated at first - but Once Eddie’s made sure, and is completely confident Steve knows Eddie’s not seriously meaning to undermine his workouts, that he knows Eddie is really happy Steve has an outlet and happy he’s combatting his PTSD in healthy ways, Steve assuring him he doesn’t mind it one bit, enjoys the teasing, enjoys the pretence even that he’s not enjoying it, the irritation all for show and ultimately part of the game and honestly Eddie giving him a “happy ending” is his new favourite part of exercising, that’s when Eddie feels free to get more creative

**And actually Steve’s gonna maybe need to tell Eddie to tone it down in future with the comedy act coz his rouse of playful irritation at points is getting hard to keep up, coz man Eddie is just so soft looking, stuffed full and being so irritatingly cute - which leaves Steve at points leaning dangerously to breaking his now designated character of “interrupted in-training athlete” and getting the giggles - which would be fine in another scenario, but not exactly ideal or easy to maintain while holding weights or certain positions

Hahaha i love this 🏋️anon, this gives me Ian doing situps while Mickey tosses bills at him energy (if you watch shameless)

I also love that it gets to be an outlet for both of them. Steve feels more confident, likes getting his muscle mass back, helps him feel useful and just ready for anything. Eddie gets another outlet to be a creative weirdo. Nympho boy loves regular sex, but weird roleplay sex where he gets to play a character? Uh, yes please.

The contrast is obviously hot and the game of getting Steve to say "fuck it" and fuck him, beautiful. There's so much here and I feel like I'm not doing it justice of telling you how on board I am and I know you have a follow up but just i love this.

Also Eddie being like "Who needs free weights when you have a sexy fat ass boyfriend to toss around. You want a workout? I'll give you one, big boy 😈"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blows out a big audible thoughtful sigh

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

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

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

“Hmm?”

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

and ok Eddie likes this game

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

“Oh! My measurements you think?”

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

“Smart. You’re so smart Stevie”

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

“If any measurements change you say? hmmmm”

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

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

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

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

And damn if steve isn’t salivating.

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

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

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

“It’s a thought.”

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

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

Steve’s beat red and just blurts out

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

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

“Ohhhh you would do that *for me*?”

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

“Steven Harrington, you kinky shit!”

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

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

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

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

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

Seen a few people saying Steve’s bisexual awakening was Jonathan Byers punching him repeatedly in the face in a dirty alley.

I mean that moment was for sure a signal to change his ways, and all power to those people who HC this, but *my* Steve’s bisexual awakening was Jonathan grabbing & hauling him bodily out of the way of Upside-Down danger, using his injured bleeding hand, then being sheltered protectively behind both Jonathan and Nance, all safe and sequestered away in one of the Byer’s bedrooms.

Lol I'm posting the first few paragraphs of the HOTD fic I'm writing so I feel compelled to continue

Resentment burned like an inferno in the Aegon's chest. It was a feeling the youth had never seemed to grow used to, and one he knew no other means of quenching other than with goblet upon goblet of Arbor Gold, Dornish Strongwine, hells, even piss-weak spice mulled hippocras from the Reach. It mattered little the varietal, so long as it eased the resentful fire in his gut and dulled the echo of his mother's voice, which had long since burrowed deep into his psyche.

"Disgrace."

"Drunk."

"Lout. Lech. Rake."

Those were the easiest to drink and fuck away. There was always a waiting bottle to uncork, a wet hole to claim. By right he ought to be free to explore the life of a libertine. His lot was to enjoy everything a prince's station had to offer without the obligations that would be his sister's, the princess's royal. As his rotting father refused to let anyone forget, she was rightful heir to the iron throne. She would be Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

Alas, his mother and scheming grandsire would allow him no peace. Even in solitude they remained with him, words repeating. And so he drank, and fucked, and ate, and did precisely as he pleased. Perhaps he thought to spite their machinations. Certainly he acted as he desired to.

It was not long before his inner tormentors expanded their vocabulary.

"Smell-Feast. Hogling. Glutton."

"Fat."

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