#spicy boy

[catfindr]

#petfinder #catfinder #cat #kitten #kitty #spicy boy #fl #florida

[hatterstan-shameblog]

Can i ask for hcs with kuzuryuu? (Whatever fits you)

You know, there's a strong, lovely community of Kuzuryuu-lovers out there who aren't getting any horny content. As a DILF-afficianado, it is my duty—no, my privilege—to elevate our handsome 40ish+ men.

So, without further ado, allow me to present:

NSFW ALPHABET: KUZURYUU KEIICHI EDITION

‼️Warning: This contains explicit content. 18+ only. Minors DNI.‼️

Note: I personally headcanon Kuzuryuu as straight. Not saying he wouldn't try something if he met the right man, but I think he prefers women.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He has to shower after a sexual encounter. Has to. He hates the feeling of sweat and body fluids on his skin once the moment is gone. He doesn't the long, and once he's done, he likes to come back to bed and talk to his partner. Never about anything important, just peaceful, mundane things.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kuzuryuu has a nice back. I think he's a swimmer, going to the gym early in the morning and getting in a few laps before he starts his day. He catches glimpses of himself in the mirror after a shower and—yeah, even he has to admit, those shoulders are looking good.

He likes his partners soft. Belly, hips, thighs; he wants to grab a handful and squeeze. He likes a curvy woman and he's not afraid to admit it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hates it. As mentioned in the "A" portion, he doesn't like having body fluids on him, so he's not horribly keen on experimenting with cum play. That being said, if his partner asks him to cum on them, he's willing to give it a try—but he has a towel nearby to clean you up the moment you're done.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has, occasionally, frequented a BDSM club. He likes to watch.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Average level of experience. He's had lovers in the past, both casual and serious relationships, and is comfortable with his ability to satisfy his partner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Woman on top. Ride this man into the sunset, he loves it. Not only does he get to see everything his partner is doing, but he can put his hands everywhere.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's definitely on the more serious side! He doesn't view sex as a "job", but when he's with someone, he's got a job to do and intends to do it right. But afterwards, during the pillow talk section of the evening, he likes to lightly tease his partner and make subtle little jokes in an attempt to get them embarrassed—he thinks it's cute.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he's a little less hairy or has finer hair, so he doesn't need to groom as much. He still keeps up with it, though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Mister Classic Romance, coming through! He gets his partner flowers. He takes them to dinner. Invites them back to his place for a nightcap and turns on the smooth jazz.

And while he's getting busy, he's passionate. Open-mouth kisses to every part of his lover's body. He likes to take his time undressing someone, the savoring every new swath of exposed skin. Clear your calendar for the rest of the night if you're spending it with this guy; he's gonna take a while, and you're going to love every second.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jerks off in the shower. Easy cleanup, minimal mess, and he's gotta let the conditioner in his hair sit for a few minutes, so...why not?

If he's at the BDSM club (see "D"), it's a little different. They've got private booths for that kind of thing, and he always uses a condom. Anything else would make him feel gross.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism, praise kink (giving), restraints (has a selection of neckties he's willing to sacrifice to tie someone up). He's been pegged and he likes it. He likes to be dominated sometimes. He also doesn't like to admit it, but if someone calls him "daddy" he.........doesn't hate it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His home, his bed. He likes being in his own space where he can relax and not worry about hotel check-out times or unwashed bedding.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A hand on his thigh. A whisper in his ear. A sultry look from across the room. It's not about what they're doing, but what they could be doing with him that gets him hot and bothered.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything having to do with bodily fluids—blood, cum, spit, etc. He also doesn't like massage oil. Being messy takes him out of the moment.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is more than happy to give head, but he loves receiving. He likes getting a blow job as much as he likes traditional, penetrative sex. And although he leaves it entirely up to his partner, bonus points if they swallow.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual all the way! If something is worth doing, it's worth doing right ;)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his favorite. It's messy and awkward and he prefers to enjoy his partner's body to the fullest.

But, that being said, he does like it if his partner comes on strong and and aggressive the second he walks in the door from a long day at work.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's down to experiment, but he needs time to get used to the idea. He likes to do his research, especially if the idea is outside of his comfort zone. He is also very insistent about proper BDSM etiquette; the safeword is "safeword" and he takes it very seriously.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a one-and-done, but that one can last a very long time. He has excellent stamina and a laser-focus, which means he can go for over an hour if his partner is up for it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Other than restraints, not really. He sometimes uses a set of plugs to prep for a pegging session, but that's more for safety and comfort than personal pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Before sex, during the seduction phase? He likes to tease a little bit, usually slipping in a few innuendo to a conversation. After sex, he likes to gently and playfully tease his partner because he thinks it's cute when they get shy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's a little on the quiet side, but he's certainly not silent. He pants, he sighs, and if his partner does something he really likes, he'll growl.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes sexting. He won't send nudes, but he will send big, detailed paragraphs filled to the brim with saucy, sexy material. He could have a modest career as an erotic author if he wanted to.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's got a third nipple. It looks like a little mole or a birthmark, but it's actually a nipple. And it's a little sensitive.

Beyond that, he looks how you'd expect; lean, maybe a teeny-tiny bit of a dad bod. Dick size is a little longer than average with a little less girth, but still plenty satisfying.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not SUPER high. Since sex is such an event with him, he doesn't need it as often. If he goes a few weeks without, it's no big deal for him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This man is an insomniac, so not quickly at all. But he will pretend to be asleep so his partner feels comfortable if they want to nod off.

#spicy boy #18+ #writings and such #kuzuryuu keiichi #alice in borderland #alice in borderland netflix #aib dilfs are an endangered species we need to protect them and love them

[awoogawolf]

#sauce #please someone #shibari #snack #hunk #i cant find the artist #i need more #spicy boy

[gwdoodlez-blog]

Marcello Garcia ✨️

Meet Marcello Garcia!!!✨️

Marcello has been a work in progress oc of mine for awhile now who's been slowly wrapping me around his fiddly little finger. ALSO I GOTTA MENTION YESTERDAY WAS HIS BIRTHDAY (December 18th) 🥳🎊🎉 I was gonna wait to introduce him, but it would have been a sin for me to not introduce him around his birthday hrngsnsksk

I have no context for the last picture... happy birthday Mar😂🎉

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ANYWAYS a smol blurb: Marcello is the second-born child of Theodore (aka Bruno's best friend) and his wife Sara. Being born just months after Bruno's triplets, Marcello was an unexpected but beloved arrival. He is a mini more hyper version of his papa and spends his days training to take over his business. Marcello is hyperactive, confident, charismatic and lucrative making him quite the character to be around. Although he has the slight reputation of being annoying, Marcello loves helping people and is always looking for ways to make his environment more lively (plus, he's one heck of a cook). He has ADHD and carries a pocket watch to keep track of the time. His ADHD also hurts his ability to pick up social cues as well as given him a fair amount of verbal and tactile stims such as humming, swaying, tapping and fiddling with objects such as his watch. Despite his differences, Marcello works hard to serve his family and community. He's full of laughter and contagious energy

More on Marcello soon! I'm gonna make an official, more detailed ref for him soon. His ADHD makes me love him so much, you have no idea. He's my little neurodivergent spicy boy😚✨️

#hes my little neurodivergent nugget #spicy boy #his curls give me life #marcello is a material girl at heart and isnt afraid to admit it #encanto #disney encanto #digital art #character art #my art #encanto au #encanto oc #encanto brainrot

[ilyamatic]

8, 16 & 18 for thé thirst asks?

Ooooooooo answers under the cut

8. Do they prefer ass, tits, thighs, shoulders, or something else entirely as a characteristic they find attractive in others?

It depends on the person really. Par exemple, Andrico was very into his last partner's ass. He is with Julian now so obviously something else had to attract him (something something shoulders something something tits).

16. Top 5 kinks

In no particular order:

Power play

Bondage

Impact play (giving)

Temperature play

Marking

18. Preferred position?

To give: cowperson

To receive: doggy style

#asks #andrico the soft chaos boy #lemon #spicy boy

[spicyboyfanblog]

How do dogs play harmonicas?

#black pug #spicy boy #confession #why harmonicas

[fleshmonger]

Rotating Sandwich Mood Board

Rotating Sandwich Mood Board

#moodboard #sandwiches #pit beef #eggplant parmesan #hot sausage and peppers #turkey and cheddar #smoked meat sandwich #big mac #club sandwich #salt bagel with lox #philly special #vegan root vegetable hoagie with carrot provolone #spicy cumin lamb burger #swedish hot dog with shrimp salad #chopped cheese #sausage mcmuffin #the hebrew hammer #grocery store sub #shrimp po boy #tuna salad hoagie #dolma on pita with feta cheese tzatziki #top round and swiss with gravy #mortadella prosciutto and burrata #torta milanesa #half smoke egg and cheese #lamb souvlaki #banh mi #reuben #pork gyro #hot muffuletta

[scrivellc]

What kind of herb are you?

Cayenne

Everyone says that you're so bright, so loud, so much and maybe you are or maybe you're covering up that gaping wound in your chest with fireworks. Or maybe you really are so bright so warm so hot but sometimes you wonder if anything will ever be enough to soothe that aching burning cold fire in your chest. You don't know what it is, can't ever let yourself close enough to that pyre to know if it's anger or fear or loneliness or grief but it's there and if you're good enough, funny enough, bold enough, maybe you can hide it from everyone else. Maybe there's enough of you and enough of the world that you can outrun it forever, your own fire bright enough to put that wound to shame. Bright enough to prove to everyone, anyone, yourself, your mother, your father, your friends, your classmates, the world, that you're enough. You're enough. You're enough.

Tagged By: No one Tagging: Whoever

#This hurts Orin's feelings (positive) #Spicy Boy #(It's Just the Gas) Headcanons

[casmick-consequences]

lucius' biggest, most genuine smiles always being reserved for pete is something that can be so personal

#HE LOVES THAT BALD MAN SO MUCH #YOU AND ME BOTH MY SPICY LITTLE RAT BOY #ofmd #our flag means death #lucius spriggs #black pete #lupete #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2

[sweetmommylily]

Happy new month 😘...reblog if you are my personal whore or would like to be my personal whore 🤭

#transgirl #sexy content #spicy content #trans woman #trans rights #lgbtq #transfem #small cock fag #faggot boy #fag slave #sissi femboi

[mrghostrat]

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"six teabags in a big cup" was the first and only thought in my head when i woke up this morning.

thank you everyone who came to the stream and made today so fun! if you missed out you can watch the vod here :)

#my first demon!aziraphale!!!! #i love a spicy rat boy #7hrs total and 4 were streamed #i think i stopped after inking the first aziraphale #good omens #gomens #reverse good omens #bad omens #demon aziraphale #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #rat draws #live rat reaction

[reverienco]

what the fuck am i doing. scheduling this at 1am.

#MD personality shift au #murder drones #murder drones fanart #murder drones N #murder drones uzi #serial designation N #uzi doorman #murder drones Nuzi #Nuzi #enzi #biscuit bites #tw suggestive #??? i guess #no one actually notices it but he's slightly lifting her shirt. lol. lmao. #being aroace is making suggestive/nsfw art that you gradually lose interest in because you just don't feel it yknow? LMAO #it starts out like “oh boy! this one's SPICY!!” and then it devolves into “oh yeah whatever. gotta color here and shade there.” #“dang i fucked up the anatomy there. wait what was i drawing?” #shoutout to my fellow aroacers who do this full-time cuz i could not I'd literally die of boredom LMAO #its . 1am and im jsut rambling in the tags

[hatterstan-shameblog]

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Getting To Know You

Rating: ‼️18+ Minors DNI‼️

Pairing: Aguni/GN!Reader ("You")

Tags: Bathing/Washing, Getting Together, First Time Together, Shower Sex, Non-Penetrative Sex, Thigh Riding, Handjobs, Establishing A Relationship, Praise Kink (Mutual?), Shyness, Service Top Aguni Is Real Goddamit, Reader Has No Specific Pronouns/Genitals/Body Type So Hopefully This Is Good For A Lot Of People

Summary: Relationships evolve. You (Reader) and Aguni decide to take the next physical step. Set at The Beach. See author's notes for extra information.

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Hot water. Scalding, almost, the way it sprays from the shower head like little fires sparking tingles on your skin. The glass enclosure has long since fogged up, leaving you in a tiny world of dreamy steam and slick white tile.

A hand on your shoulder. It glides down the length of your bicep thoughtfully. Chastely.

"Hey."

You smile into the spray as it thunders against your face, infinite percussions offsetting the steadily rising beat of your heart.

You place your hand over his own. You feel the way it tenses and releases, fingers flexing beneath the comfort of your touch.

"Aguni." You say his name like a sigh. "I'm glad you decided to join me."

"Didn't mean to keep you waiting," he answers, "I was just..."

His words trail off, swirling down the drain between your feet. You look down and smile when you see his shadow looming over you, an almost-reflection of his shape shining back from the water pooling on the floor.

"I know. And it's okay." You wait a beat. "If you don't want to do this right now—"

"No," Aguni interrupts, voice perhaps a little more firm than he intended. He exhales long and slow. "I want this. Very much."

You turn around, and it's like you're meeting for the very first time. His eyes soft, his lips parted as if he has something to say. For all the fearsome features Aguni adopts on the regular, he's open now. Vulnerable.

You take him by the hand.

"Come on," you say, unable to stop from smiling at the way he lets himself be guided beneath the spray, "I'll help you."

The water soothes him. He closes his eyes and lets the warmth rain over him, rivulets rivering down the topography of his skin. Rough skin, old scars and new telling the story of a violent man with a violent life.

And yet, when he cups a gun-calloused hand and cradles the side of your face, there is nothing but gentleness in his touch. Tenderness. Absentmindedly, he runs his fingertips over the hinge of your jaw.

You pick up a bar of soap and work a lather. It smells clean, like rain. The moment you touch his chest, he hums.

"That's good," he says. He nods towards the soap. "Can I?"

"I'd like that."

Your hands work idly, slowly dragging soap and suds across his collarbone as he makes his first tentative touches. From your hip upward, the spread of his fingers mirroring the cage of your ribs.

You kiss him first on the corner of his mouth, the point where his frown so often starts. The usual tension in his expression is gone, the minute muscles gifted a moment's rest as you cup his face between your soapy hands.

He has all the time in the world to kiss you. Lips parted, pressed almost lazily against your mouth. The warm water cascading down your bodies makes everything warmer, every nerve on your skin lighting up just that much more as he pulls you flush against him.

Hours pass. Or, maybe it's just minutes. It hardly matters, each quiet moment devoted to learning each others' bodies. The soap on your skin making you slip easily against each other, fueling the gentle fever rising in the pit of your stomach.

And he feels it, too; he must, the way he starts to kiss back with a tinge less finesse. His touch roams further, skimming over the buds of your nipples and earning himself a throaty moan.

"Fuck," he curses, "I won't be able to behave if you keep that up."

You grab his ass.

"Promise?"

Aguni chuckles. It's not something many people get to see, but he has a lovely smile; a little bit lopsided towards the left, his eyes crinkling at their outside edges. Despite the bashful flush creeping up his neck, he still manages to look you in the eye.

"You sure?"

"I am," you say. You give him a firm squeeze, and it knocks the breath out of his lungs.

Aguni frowns.

"This isn't the best place for," he starts, brow furrowed as he scans your surroundings, "Uh, there's some stuff we probably can't do—"

"Then show me the stuff we can do," you say. You press a kiss to his lips. "Aguni, I trust you."

"Okay," he says quietly. "Okay."

He brings his knee forward. You widen your stance a little to accommodate his leg, and at the first brush of his thigh against your swollen, needy flesh, everything begins to make sense.

"How's this?"

You throb against the thick of his thigh. The water has made him warm, and you can feel the subtle ways his muscles work as he keeps you pressed gently against the wall. Very carefully, you swivel your hips.

"Yeah," you sigh, the first twinge of pleasure blossoming in the depths of your belly, "Yeah, that's good."

It's clumsy, at first. Like all new lovers, you have yet to understand fully the subtleties of each others' desires. It takes more than one adjustment to get the angle right, your rhythm unsteady and unpracticed as you test out different methods of rocking yourself back and forth.

But, still, you kiss. The simple satisfaction that comes from being close, of being warm and safe and cared for, is enough to keep you searching for the right position. And it certainly helps that your partner is eager to offer his encouragement.

"You're doing good," Aguni praises, "you're so—this feels amazing."

Every movement has the head of his cock bumping against your hip, an undeniable testament to his honesty. You reach for it, eager to feel the heavy weight of him in your palm, but Aguni gently redirects your hand.

"You first," he insists. His grip wrapped gently around your wrist, he pulls your hand up to rest on his shoulder. "Grab on. I wanna try something."

You oblige. At the same time you loop your arm around the back of his neck, he scoops you up by your lower back and half-lifts you further up his leg. Balancing precariously on your tiptoes, you now have to rely on him to move you.

"I gotcha," he grunts, the arm not holding you bracing himself against the tile wall. Centimeters from your head, you see the muscles in his forearm work as he slowly begins to rock you back and forth.

It's better than before. Pleasure a long, drawn-out drag as you're guided to rub along the wet, thick heat of his thigh; just as strong and substantial as the rest of him, you clench your own legs around his one and squeeze.

"Oh, you feel good," you praise. You wrap tighten your hold around him, both arms encircling his neck. Your lips are at just the right to nibble kisses at his straining neck, the faintest scrape of your teeth punching an unintentional moan from his chest. "This alright for you?"

"It's perfect," Aguni pants, "it's, you're so goddamn hot..."

You both gasp when you grind your hips in a shaky circle—you from the stimulation, him from the sounds of your enjoyment.

"I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me, I'll give it to you."

The arm that had been holding him against the wall moves and you feel yourself tipping backwards. But before you can make contact with the slippery tile, you feel Aguni catch you. He cradles the back of your head in his hand and lets you rest your spine along his forearm.

"That's it, that's better." Every time he pulls you in, your body pushes up against his chest. "Just like that."

It's like dancing. The ebb and flow of your movements, you the pull and him the push, the luxury of a learning pace. Wet from water, wet from sweat, a coin-sized spot on your lower lower left side where your lover's trapped cock smears traces of his rising lust.

And that's nothing to say about your desire, which flares red and hot and growing by the moment. The delicious itch between your legs demands more friction and you instinctually begin to thrust your pelvis with salacious fervor.

"You want more? C'mere, lemme—oh, 's that it? That good?" Aguni changes his grip and propels you faster, the frenzy of his movements straining every muscle in his body. "Keep moving like that, keep... keep using me."

The dizzy delirium of impending orgasm has your movements growing erratic. Every motion of your hips against his firm leg sparks desperate little moans, and Aguni answers each one with equal fervor.

"It's so good," you whine against his collarbone, teeth scraping just a tad into his skin the way you know he likes, "I'm, I think I'm getting close."

And this time, he doesn't protest when you reach down and encircle his cock with your fingers; he groans when you squeeze the hardness of his shaft, purpled head leaking onto the inside of your wrist.

"Keep going," Aguni encourages, "Little more, just a little more for me. I've got you."

A little more is all it takes for you to shudder through climax, forehead resting against his chest as you choke out a moan of satisfaction. Every part of you deliciously raw, you rub yourself against him without shame to draw out every last bit of pleasure. You look up at your lover with hooded eyes.

Something snaps in Aguni's resolve. Without thinking, he covers your hand with his own and thrusts once, twice, thrice, until a low groan tears from his throat and the proof of his ecstacy spurts hot up your forearm.

"Fuck, sorry," he heaves, body still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, "I shouldn't have—"

You press a kiss to his shoulder.

"You were wonderful."

For a moment you stay like that, wrapped up in each other as the water grows cold and the mist from the spray mingles with your sweat. Then you begin the process of untangling, sleepy bonelessness settling in and making you both languid and loose.

"You could stay the night," Aguni proposes. He insists on helping you wash off the remnants of your lovemaking, cloth soaked with cool water spreading foamy soap bubbles in lazy circles across your back. "I've got a couple of shirts you could wear. Definitely won't fit right, but they're comfortable enough."

"Might have to take you up on that offer," you answer him, giggling a little when he swipes along your ribs, "Because, otherwise, I'd have to sleep naked."

The cloth stops for a moment, and you hear Aguni gulp.

"However you feel most comfortable," he says solemnly, but you can hear the wisps of intrigue threatening to color his tone.

Not long after, youre both clean as a person should be after a shower and you finally turn off the water. Before you can get one yourself, Aguni has a large towel in his hands and drapes it about your shoulders. You hug it close to your body and watch as he efficiently dries himself.

Aguni is a mysterious man...but, also, not so much. Not to you. And when he catches you admiring him as he towels off, a bashful smirk on his lips, you realize that he's certainly a man work getting to know.

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Author's Notes:

✅️ Aguni, king of repressing his feelings, gets shy when he's expected to show real vulnerability. Sex with some random person? Cool, whatever, he can make that happen. Sex with someone he cares about? Now that's where he starts getting a little nervous.

✅️ Nobody calls him Mori (or Mori-Chan) except for Takeru. It's just not allowed.

✅️ Those camo pants weren't the most sculpting, but I'll be damned if that man skipped leg day. He's gotta have some damn THIGHS under there.

✅️ Sex in fic doesn't have to follow the typical "making out, touching, oral, penetration, simultaneous orgasm" route. I mean, I genuinely love it, but...I also think I could and should explore different avenues, too. Intimacy is fluid, and as long as everybody is having a good time, that's what matters.

✅️ You're a gem for reading this. I hope you liked it! I certainly had fun writing it even though half of it got deleted and I had to rewrite it ughhhjhhj. If you want more like this, drop a message in my inbox. I can't promise I'll make it happen, but I'd love to hear what you have to say!

#alice in borderland #spicy boy #writings and such #18+ #alice in borderland netflix #imawa no kuni no alice #aguni morizono #aguni/reader #alice in borderland fanfic #next meeting hatter's like 'OKAY we need to talk about CONSERVING WATER because i tried to take a bath last night and it was FREEZING' #and aguni sips his tea and looks around the table with his most disappointed expression #go ahead. try and prove aguni took the equivalent of ten showers last night. youll never have enough evidence. #(except his skin looks extra radiant and hes only said hatter was stupid twice this morning. and thats heresay so.....)

[prettypierbi]

I am nerdy and naughty 🌹💋❤️

#transsexual #transgender #trans pride #trans beauty #sexy chick #cross dressing #trans nsft #trans boy #barbie #sweet and sexy #so freaking hot #spicy content #lgbt pride #trans gay

[clownsuu]

FINALLY!! someone who will draw howdy!!! he's criminally underappreciated </3 he's just a big green jelly bean

The big large jolly bean who will give you the world for a mere silly

#It’s always the big boi buggies who are the most under appreciated 😔🥄🥄🥄🥄 #hES JUST SO SILLYYYYYYYYY #also iv been seein some rare mentions of a ship bein Frank Eddie and Howdy together as a poly #And that’s one spicy meatball I cannot lie LMAOOO #welcome home #welcome home howdy #welcome home frank #I STILL CANT BELIEVE HOWDY’S SHOP NICKNAME IS CALLED THE “BUGDEGA” THAT IS THE CUTEST SHID IV EVER SEEN-

[kennahjune]

Jealous?

Thanks so much to the amazing @rogueddie for letting me write this!!!! Hope it lives to standards :)

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Eddie had a problem.

A Steve Harrington sized problem.

Said problem was standing behind the counter at Family Video while the woman in front of him blatantly flirted with him.

It wasn’t the woman Eddie was worried about— she had at least five years of age on Steve, so maybe there was cause for concern— but Steve wasn’t paying her the time of day.

Instead, he was glancing over the woman’s shoulder at Eddie, who lurked in the aisles, and kept making faces and blabbling his mouth mockingly whenever she wasn’t paying attention.

Eddie was desperately holding back snickers and snorts. He couldn’t help but let a giggle escape when Steve moved his hand in a “blabbing” motion when she said something about her ex-husband (HUSBAND) again. The woman whipped around and glared at Eddie. Eddie gave her a finger waggle wave he realized belatedly was the same one Steve does.

Steve himself was almost beet red in the face with his effort to hold in his laugh. Eddie was amazed at how long he’d lasted.

The moment the door closed behind her Steve put his face in his arms on the counter and full on cackled. Eddie was quick to join.

They were still laughing when Robin came back from the bathroom.

“Is she gone?” she asked, looking oddly between the two of them.

Steve nodded, not having enough breath to get words out. Robin sighed a dramatic breath of relief.

“Oh thank God. Cause she looked one second away from bringing up some stupid shit like her failed marriage—“

That sent Steve and Eddie into another spiral of laughs.

“There’s no way she actually did.” Robin deadpanned.

Eddie nodded vigorously. “She fucking did!”

“Four times! As if bringing up how she was newly-single would make me want her. Did she look in a mirror before leaving? She’s closer to my dads age.”

Eddie snorted, trying to get his laughter under control enough to say “Even man-whore Richard Harrington wouldn’t go within a 20 foot radius of her.”

Steve didn’t waste a second before racking on: “Doesn’t need to get too close with how far back that hairline stretches.”

Robin and Eddie laughed themselves to tears.

And that was how it went.

A woman would come into the video store, shoot their shot with Steve, and Steve would laugh about it with Robin and Eddie later.

And it was fun. Eddie found it fun. Cause he knew Steve would always shoot the girls down, however nice or rudely he has to be about it.

Until—

Until.

It was a Friday, and as per usual on Fridays, Eddie was at Steve’s. Of course, it wasn’t just him— Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle were there as well.

They’d been hanging out whenever they all could before Nancy and Jonathan went to college and Argyle back to Cali. Hence the Friday night hang outs.

Tonight was no different, except for one thing.

“So explain to me once again why we have to drive all the way out to Indy for this?” Jonathan complained.

Nancy sighed and leant into him. “Cause there aren’t any good bars in Hawkins. And everywhere in Hawkins knows that almost none of us are of legal age.”

Jonathan grumbled but conceded, Wheeler had a point.

“Besides,” added Robin. “It’d be nice to finally get the hell out and see some new people.”

“Amen.” Agreed Eddie and Argyle at the same time. They both chuckled.

“Yeah well, I’d like to go soon before my social battery drains itself dead.” Remarked Jonathan, throwing an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“We’d have left already if SOMEBODY DIDN’T HAVE TO SPEND HALF AN HOUR PRIMPING HIMSELF!” Yelled Robin towards the stairs.

Steve had been MIA since Eddie got there at least 20 minutes ago. According to Robin he was still getting ready.

“PUT A LID ON IT BIRD-FOR-BRAINS, IM COMING!” Was the reply she got from the top of the stairs, where Steve was now coming from.

Nancy and Argyle snorted at the insult, but Eddie’s mind was rather taken up by the cut-off jean shorts Steve wore that showed more of his thighs than Eddie thought necessary for anyone’s functioning brain. He was also wearing what looked like the softest sweater he owned; a dark purple one that seriously brought out the green in his eyes.

Nancy whistled, Robin clapped. Argyle grinned at Steve and said

“Hey man! That’s the sweater I got you!”

Steve grinned right back and nodded. “Uh huh! Dude it’s like— SO fucking comfy you don’t even understand.”

The sweater was a little big on Steve, hanging over his thumbs a bit in the sleeves and landing just below the waistline of his shorts. If Eddie wasn’t so focused on the many moles on his thighs that were on display, the fact that Argyle had gotten Steve a sweater may have rubbed him the wrong way.

As it stood, Steve looked good.

He looked stunning, actually, in his glasses and his hair slightly ruffled in a delicate manner and his eyes wide and bright and—

“Eddie!”

He blinked and Steve was standing in front of him, no one else in the room.

“Huh?”

Steve grinned giddily and laughed at him. “C’mon dude, you’re my ride up, remember?”

Oh yeah. They’d split everyone between his and Argyles vans.

“Isn’t Buckley with us?” Eddie asked as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

“Yeah, but I think she’s sticking with Jon and them on the way up.”

Eddie nodded and averted his gaze once more. There was a reason he’d skipped gym and avoided the mall.

That reason was glaring at him with all of its dotted moles and freckles and faint scars.

Jesus Christ he needed a cigarette.

The ride up was uneventful, peaceful even. Eddie let Steve have control over the radio, something Steve thought was normal but was downright foreign to anyone else. Eddie usually fought tooth and nail for control over the music but the sight of Steve singing and drumming his legs (holy shit his thighs jiggled—) and jamming out with a bright smile to whatever Tears for Fears or ABBA song he put on was worth it.

He followed behind Argyle and reluctantly sang under his breath with Steve to Head Over Heels.

The club they ended up going to was a little deeper into the city than they’d initially thought, and was slightly crowded when they got in.

Eddie was immediately hit with the smell of sweat and booze but not in an entirely bad way. In a way that told him that people here had fun.

It was bright and loud and the air tasted like fries (though Eddie might just be hungry). They took an empty table booth in a corner in the back.

After dropping their jackets off and everyone picking a seat, Steve got up to get everyone drinks.

“You want me to come with?” Eddie asked worriedly. It was Steve’s first time in Indy in a while and his first time out of Hawkins since the fall of Vecna. Sue Eddie for being cautious.

But Steve smiled sweetly at him and shook his head. “I’ll be alright, Eds. Be right back.” He knocked his knuckles on Eddie’s head affectionately and walked off. Eddie may have spent a second ogling before snapping his gaze to the table.

“So?”

Eddie looked at Nancy with a raised eyebrow. She raised one right back.

“Soooo…?”

She sighed. “Oh you’re hopeless.”

Jonathan snickered.

“Wha—“

“Are you gonna make a move tonight?” Argyle elaborated.

Eddie shot up real fast. “Make a move? On who, Steve?”

“Yea, on Steve, doofus!” Robin reprimanded.

“There’s no board to make a move on.” Eddie pushed stubbornly. Because it was true. There was nothing there.

Robin groaned and dropped her head to the table.

“Dude, relax your knee. It’s shaking the whole table.” Jonathan tapped Eddie’s leg under the booth.

“Sorry, sorry. He’s been gone a while, right?” Eddie craned his head to look around the bodies of people dancing.

Robin huffed. “Yeah, kinda. But there are six of us, maybe he’s having trouble carrying all the drinks.”

Nancy suddenly kicked his leg under the table, a lot harder than her boyfriend had earlier. Eddie winced.

“Go help him.” Nancy all but demanded.

Eddie was up and away in a second, happy to have an excuse. He faintly heard Nancy and Robin high five behind him.

He weaved through the dancing crowd, bodies jostling him and pushing him forward until he got to the bar and finally spotted Steve and—

And?

Something bubbled low in Eddie’s gut at the man standing in front of Steve. He was taller than both Steve and Eddie, well-built and had a bit of a beard going. He was leaning on the bar next to Steve, sort of caging him in. The scene made Eddie mad for reasons he didn’t give himself time to think about before he inserting himself.

“Steve!”

Both Steve and the asshole’s heads turned to Eddie. Steve’s eyes lit up in recognition and relief while the man’s narrowed in anger at being interrupted.

“You know him, doll?”

Eddie wanted to make the man spit his own teeth out. Nobody else got to call Steve pet names. Just Eddie. It was an Eddie Thing, not an Everybody Thing. Fuck this guy.

“Yeah—“ Steve started.

“Yeah, he does. And yet I don’t think he knows you.”

Eddie stood shoulder to shoulder with Steve, glaring daggers at the douche.

The man scoffed and huffed, walking away and muttering under his breath. Eddie scowled until he could see the guy and his stupid beard. He finally turned to Steve.

Who was absolutely red in the face.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Eddie asked worriedly. “He wasn’t bothering you right? He seemed like a dick, looked like one even before I got up close.”

Steve stared at Eddie wide-eyed with his pretty lips parted. He blinked and spluttered a response.

“U—um, yeah! Yeah, no, I’m— I’m good. I’m alright. I’m great! Yep, great! Uh—“

“Are you sure?” Eddie was concerned, never having heard Steve stumble over a simple sentence so much.

Steve nodded vigorously before turning to the bar snappily. Eddie could still see the red painting his ears.

“Yep! Perfect! Could you help with the drinks? I don’t think I can carry them all, thanks!” And he was off back to the table.

Eddie stared after him for a moment before slowly grabbing the other three drinks and following back through the sea of bodies.

Steve was sat by the time Eddie got back to the booth, whispering heatedly with Robin, Eddie only managing to hear Steve hiss to her “that wouldn’t work!” before noticing his presence and shutting up all together.

Eddie raised an eyebrow but let it slide while he gave Nancy and Jon their drinks. He slid into the booth next to Steve who sat between him and Robin and across from Jonathan.

For the next 10 minutes, they all talked. They talked and laughed and joked and drank. But Steve seemed more in his head than usual.

Eddie was just working up the courage to ask him what was wrong when a guy came up to their table, eyeing Steve. Eddie immediately tensed.

“Hi.”

All six heads turned to the dude who just showed up. But that didn’t deter him much.

“I was just wondering if pretty boy here wanted to dance?” He smirked at Steve, who Eddie felt tense up beside him.

“Um—“ Steve’s voice was kind of shaky, barely. But it was enough (mixed with the anger already brewing in his gut at the NERVE of this guy) for Eddie to finally step in.

“He’s alright.”

Six heads suddenly turned on him.

“Excuse me?” The asshole asked.

“You’re excused.” Eddie waved his hand in a shooing motion.

“Well I hadn’t exactly—“

“And I hadn’t exactly /asked/, now have I? Goodbye.” Eddie didn’t even bother offering a smile to hide the aggression in his tone. His message was clear: Get Lost.

The douche walked away grumbling and conversation soon resumed at the table.

“What was that!?” Jonathan asked incredulously.

Nancy and Argyle were both openly staring at Eddie in bewilderment.

Eddie shifted, but was more focused on the fact that Steve seemed to relax again.

“The dude was being an asshole. Just told him to get lost, not a big deal.”

“He was just asking Steve to dance? I don’t see the problem there.” Robin cut in.

It gave Eddie pause for thinking. She was right; there really was no problem there, so why had he been so upset about the dude asking Steve to dance. God just the thought of it left a bad taste in his mouth.

“It’s fine, Rob. I was just gonna tell him no anyway.”

Eddie looked at Steve then, who was a whole new shade of red.

“Are you alright? You’re all red again.” Eddie worried. Jonathan snorted into his drink and then winced when Steve kicked him under the table. Steve looked at Eddie.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit overwhelmed in the tight space I think. You wanna— uh— you wanna go dance?”

Eddie didn’t waste a second with his answer. “Sure.”

Eddie watched Steve and Robin have a silent conversation with their eyes and expressions before Robin grinned in victory and waved at them eagerly.

“Buh-bye! Have fun!” She sing-songed. Steve shot her a glare.

Eddie led Steve to the dance floor somewhere towards the edge of the crowd where there was less people. They really just stood there talking and sipping on their drinks while everyone around them danced.

“Hey, uh— thanks for telling him to back off. I’ve, I’ve never actually… been flirted with? By a guy, I mean— this is like— a brand new thing. But he and the other dude seemed just really creepy so— uh, thanks.” Steve stumbled through.

Eddie stared at his wide, earnest eyes and wondered how no guy had ever flirted with Steve before tonight. Even if the idea of it ever happening made him want to hurt somebody.

(Even though Eddie knows that guys have flirted with Steve before. Knows that he didn’t just make up those looks Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove gave him.)

So Eddie smiled and shook his head. “You’re all good, sweetheart. Just don’t want you running into the wrong guys.”

That pretty blush was back again, making Steve look even more breathtaking under the florescent lights and making his smile twice as bright.

Then they were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, babyboy.” Came an obnoxious call from behind Eddie. The guy was, again, taller that Steve, but this time he was barely taller than Eddie (a/n lemme live in slightly shorter Steve fantasy ok—). Eddie immediately hated him and his entire existence. Who just called people that? Babyboy? Was he serious or delusional?

Eddie watched Steve’s shoulders tense awkwardly while the guy spoke. His anger only grew and grew.

“Alright that’s enough dude, he’s not interested.”

The guy didn’t say anything to Eddie but kept talking to Steve which only served to irk Eddie further.

“I said he’s not interested ass face.” Eddie grabbed the guy’s shoulder. He finally looked at Eddie, seeming bored.

“He hasn’t said anything? Why not let the babydoll decide, huh?” He smirked at Steve. Eddie wanted to puke and scream at the same time. He felt like he was chewing on nails listening to this guy. Babydoll? First babyboy and now BABYDOLL??? Who the fuck was this dude? And more importantly would the possible assault charges be worth it?

“Um— yeah, I’m sorry. I’m not really interested in looking for anybody tonight.” Steve confirmed.

“Oh c’mon, doll face, don’t be like that.”

Oh the assault charges would so be worth it.

“He just said he wasn’t interested so fuck off.” Eddie shoved his shoulder. The dude finally turned to look at Eddie, leveling him with a glare that Eddie happily returned tenfold. If looks could kill the guy would have been fucking obliterated on sight.

“If he wasn’t interested then why’s he dressed like that, huh?”

Jail was looking mighty fine to Eddie.

“I’m right fucking here, asshat.” Steve spoke up. “And Im dressed like this because I look good and I know it. Not for fucks like you who have to beg for scraps to get by. I said I wasn’t interested and you’re just causing more of a headache if anything.”

Eddie grinned at Steve. It was so hot when he got all bitchy.

The asshole scoffed. “Oh so baby’s got a mouth on him.”

Eddie finally snapped, those assault charges no where in mind when he punched the guy in the face.

“Eddie!” Steve yelled, absolutely flabbergasted at the sudden violence.

The guy left after that with a threat of harassment charges. Steve took Eddie outside to the alleyway on the side of the club to get away from the crowd and to better examine his freshly bruised knuckles.

“You didn’t have to punch him.”

“He fucking had it coming.” Eddie spat through clenched teeth. He was still seething. And Steve was prodding at the bruises but that was neither here nor there.

Steve looked at Eddie, still holding his bruised hand. His eyes were wide as always and his cheeks flushed once more. His eyes seemed to search Eddie for something.

“Was it cause he was an ass?”

Eddie scoffed. “Of course! He was an ass and made you uncomfortable and—“

And I wanted to be the one to call you baby.

“And?” Steve prompted.

“And… and I hated how he talked to you.”

Steve looked down at Eddie hand, the blush rising to ears again. Eddie hooked a finger under Steve’s chin with the hand that wasn’t bruised and being held.

“Hey, you alright? You’re getting all quiet again.”

Steve’s eyes flitted back and forth between Eddie’s own before he sighed.

“Eddie.. I can’t— I don’t understand.”

Eddie pouted, confused. “Don’t understand what? There’s not much to it, honey.”

Steve cheeks pinkened again with the endearment. “Not— not that. I get that he was a dick— a massive dick attitude to make up for what he was surely lacking—“

That startled a laugh out of Eddie.

“—but I guess I don’t understand the other times? You were never like this before when anyone else flirted, so what changed tonight?”

And wasn’t that a thought.

What changed?

Well for starters, he wanted to kiss Steve. He wanted to kiss Steve senseless, shove him up against a wall and stick his tongue down his throat until he was breathless an begging for it.

So that’s changed.

But he also wanted to hug Steve and hold him right and call him things like Sweetheart and Honey and Love and Baby (which he already does anyway for the most part). He wanted to take Steve places and show him things. Wanted to give Steve every pretty rock he found and show him every cool leaf he saw.

What changed was that he wanted Steve in every which way Steve would let him have him.

But of course, Eddie didn’t express these aloud.

“Eddie…” Steve stared wide-eyed with his mouth opened in shock, his face a violent shade of red.

Or maybe he did express them aloud.

He’d drank more than he thought.

And then Steve was kissing him. Steve was pulling him in by the hand he was holding and pressing their lips together in a kiss that Eddie would never forget, not matter how much he’d drank that night.

They let go of each others hands, Eddie immediately grabbing Steve’s waist and Steve tangling his hands in Eddie hair.

By the time they’d pulled away to breathe Eddie bad fulfilled his wish of shoving Steve against a wall and sticking his tongue down his throat.

“So you were jealous?” Steve teased, playing with Eddie hair where his arms were still wrapped around his neck.

Eddie grumbled under his breath and kissed Steve to shut him up. Steve hummed and smiled into the kiss.

“Kissing me into going to make me drop it, Munson. You were totally jealous of those guys in there.”

Eddie huffed and stooped lower to kiss at Steve neck, gaining an immediate reaction with Steve’s stuttered breath and sudden silence. Eddie chuckled.

“Oh? I thought kissing you wasn’t going to make you drop it.”

Steve hit his shoulder weakly. “Shut it, asshole— mm!” Eddie bit down lightly on the side of his neck.

Then the door to the alley was opening and Robin was telling them to get their horny asses home before thy got arrested for public indecency.

So they agreed to pick up at home. And the whole ride there was filled with relentless teasing about Eddie’s apparent jealousy towards any guy who so much as looked at Steve oddly.

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It’s rushed I know but it’s like 2am on a school night 😭 and I’m not upset with the results. Could it be better? Yeah. Could it be worse? Absolutely. It’s not my finest work but oh well 🤷

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