Mscryptix - So Beautiful You Overflow

"So beautiful you overflow" is so fucking pure of a sentence.

Is it from something or just your beautiful brain?

Aw thank you so much 🥰💝

As far as I can remember it’s not from anything?

Happy to be corrected if I’m wrong and I’ve just forgotten, but I think I was just scrambling to come up with a good tumblr title for the type of stuff I like, and so I went with a romantic spin on “more to love” 💝

How would Steve & Eddie feel about spanking?

Not just ass spanking, but maybe some belly slapping? 🫣🫣

Belly slapping isn't really my thing but I respect it for people who are down. I definitely much prefer ass spanking and like ass cheeks the size of Steve's head 🥵 watching all that blubber bounce

Granted I’m new to reblogging - but what’s up with all music being directly linked to Spotify and just with every click, everytime, obliterating my carefully chosen Spotify queue?? Why? Terrible.

ArgyleShirtSupply!Anon again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blows out a big audible thoughtful sigh

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

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

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

“Hmm?”

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

and ok Eddie likes this game

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

“Oh! My measurements you think?”

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

“Smart. You’re so smart Stevie”

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

“If any measurements change you say? hmmmm”

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

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

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

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

And damn if steve isn’t salivating.

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

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

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

“It’s a thought.”

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

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

Steve’s beat red and just blurts out

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

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

“Ohhhh you would do that *for me*?”

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

“Steven Harrington, you kinky shit!”

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

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

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

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

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

OKAY HI HI

OKAY OKAY SO I GOT AN ASK.

IMAGINE CHUBBY EDDIE ALR? IMAGINE EVERYTIME STEVE AND EDDIE GET IN AN DISCUSSION EDDIE JUST LIFTS HIS SHIRT SHOWING HIS CHUBBY BELLY AND STEVE IS ALL OVER HIM. NOT EVEN REMEMBERING THE DISCUSSION.

AND IMAGINE THE FIRST TIME STEVE SEES EDDIE'S CHUBBY BELLY AND HE IS JUST LIKE "WOW WHY DID YOU HIDE THIS FROM ME? THIS IS AMAZING! ARE YOU HUNGRY? LET'S GET YOU SOME SNACKS I WANT YOU TO BE BIGGER" AND EDDIE JUST LAUGHS BUT HE'S HONESTLY TOTALLY INTO IT SO HE JUST AGREES YOU KNOW! AAAAAAAH SORRY IM SUPER EXCITED OVER CHUBBY EDDIE!

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOURE DOING GOOD! AND I WISH YOU A VERY GOOD DAY!

Omg hello Anon!!! Love your enthusiasm! Hope I can match it!!

And lmao I love this!!

Especially because - loving sexy times aside! - Eddie and Steve, as exemplified in their mutual found-positions of surrogate parents to a ragtag bunch of kids, definitely find themselves filling a role akin to ‘parents with very differing ingrained philosophies’ concerning the absolute most mundane n boring of everyday things.

They’re both fussy, and particular, and while ultimately compatible, these dudes b.i.c.k.e.r.

So this ends up going hand in hand with Eddie’s strategic figuring out of exactly how much Steve appreciates Eddie’s growing heft (short answer being ‘YES! GOOD YES! VERY MUCH MORE PLS!’ but Eddie doesn’t understand that immediately, its not been said explicitly just yet so they’re in the feeling out stages)

Eddie’s pretty good at not lying to himself, so he’s aware he’s put on a good couple (dozen) pounds, but also, his recent largesse can be put to the ministrations of an overeager caretaker of a boyfriend, offering seconds, thirds, and then some, at every meal. Granted, Eddie’s not exactly saying no to anything on offer, but he’s also noticed that, despite going up two pants sizes, its not like Steve’s slowed down on offering that little bit extra at every meal.

So Eddie’s just putting the facts at hand together and either a) Steve is loveblind & really doesn’t care, or b) he does care & he’s too polite to bring it up, or….c) Steve likes it. And given the way Steve’s eyes light up, and take on a certain haze when Eddie says yes to that oft offered forth serve of whatever they’re eating…Eddie’s willing to put money on an option.

So what’s a guy to do but show off his newfound assets?

Eddie starts experimenting. Just a little trial and error – testing it out when Steve’s on a tear about something domestic, inconsequential and boring (Steve’s never made him feel anything less than adored in bed, and Eddie may have passed science by the skin of his teeth, but he knows an experiment depends on controls and stuff. So boring times call for experiments)

So Steve’s gotten started on a rant about how actually! Eddie, its not the same if you just hang dry certain shirts and ironing certain pieces of clothing can be important! And its not the same thing, and people *do* notice crinkled shirts! Cmon these creases can be seen from space!

And while Steve’s had his eyes glued to a (perfectly creaseless! Whats Steve even talking about?) shirt – Eddie’s subtly rucked his pants under his now quite generous & noticeable underbelly, and under his thick love handles, slightly hitching up his shirt as he rubs the top of his own belly. Just staring at Steve as he paces, not paying any mind to his own body on show, waiting for his boyfriend’s gaze to swing his way.

And really, its pretty obvious this experiment doesn’t need three repeats for Eddie’s hypothesis to win out (do hypotheses win? Whatever, it sure feels like a win to Eddie!) because the way Steve’s oh-so-passionate defence of ironing boards** stumbles n crumbles to an ungraceful halt once he turns his sight Eddie’s direction, the way his mouth gets frozen in a beautifully dopey, open-mouthed, disbelieving smile, and the way his eyes widen and subtly rove up & down, and *absolutely* eat up every inch of Eddie…oh yep. Steve is most definitely, at the very leeeast, a fan of the extra weight Eddie’s been throwing around.

Like a fat cat who got the canary, Eddie’s not beyond playing with his prey.

“Hmm I guess I can see your point of view Steve,”

Eddie makes like hes squinting at the shirt in Steve’s hands, leans forward, so his belly drops that little bit lower over his pants,

And really, is steve that worried about creases honestly because he’s not helping the way hes messing up that shirt in his clutches.

“Oh..Oh yeah?” Steve croaks out.

Eddie walks a bit closer, makes sure to keep his face coy and thoughtful, one hand still rubbing his belly and steadily pulling his t-shirt closer to the crest of his belly. And oh yeah, Steves attention is definitely pulled in by that motion.

When he’s close enough to Steve, he plucks the shirt out of Steve’s now almost limp, but fisted, hands and makes to scrutinise it all on his own, holding it up to the light.

Steve’s eyes are clearly telegraphing Eddie’s every movement, but Eddie? Eddie’s eyes are only on the shirt and discussion at hand, totally!

Eddie exaggeratedly lowers his outstretched arms, cocks his hip, knowing from studying himself in the mirror that this move truuuuly accentuates just how big his love handles have gotten recently, feels the jiggle of his own body and the new plump fold of belly over hip that wasn’t there just months ago

“I guess I never really noticed those creases until you showed me in this light”

And Steve actually licks his lips!

“yeah you..see the..creases..that fabric needs..yeah”

And bless Steve for trying to keep up their previous petty domestic tiff but holy shit, Eddie has to bite his lip from laughing in Steve’s gorgeous face because he’s never actually seen someone rendered this helplessly dickmatised in real life!

total cop out - I actually have no idea how to wrap this up, kudos and go ahead if anyone wants to carry on, but basically I just see the pretence of discussion then drawn out and getting to a point just below Eddie all but saying “You are completely and unfailingly correct and I one thousand percent agree with you Steve Harrington!” before Steve’s brain comes back online and the jig is up and Steve knows he’s been caught ogling and, in a loving gruff way, manhandles a giggling jiggling Eddie towards the bed.

I don’t see this tactic employed in too many big discussions (discussions being key operative word, Eddie getting Steve out of his own head by flashing a bit of belly is a different matter), but for smaller domestic scuffles? Hell yeah, Eddies taking this one to the bank!

Eddie’s living for this new discovery. And oh goddd does Steve rue. The. Day! That he handed Eddie that get-out-of-jail-free card.

**Just for my own need for completion - they do sort this out btw, if theres a shirt Steve *insists* be ironed and not hung dry – he needs to write it in laundry proof marker on the tag and make that clear, and sure, whoever does washing will iron it! Although Steve also sees Eddies POV on a lot of shirts, and hung dry does often produce the same result, and relaxes his “must iron” rule for a lot of shirts. Sexy sexy compromise. Besides with how skin tight a lot of Eddie’s shirts usually end up, a lot of this becomes a total non-argument for at least half their laundry.

“lol why are you following the boobs and ass artist” why do you think I’m following the boobs and ass artist. do you think I go to the grocery store ironically too

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