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All I talk about is Steddie

@scoops-aboy86

she/her, queer, 36. welcome to my weight gain and belly kink blog. send me steddie asks, i'll write things! (eventually, i'm not always the fastest so i've got a backlog)

Ahoy, Matey!

This is basically a fandom wg kink blog. Posts along those lines will be tagged #wg steddie (or "wg [pairing]" in general) so that, in the spirit of "don't like don't read," it's just as easy to block as it is to follow.

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I do have a permanent tag list for when I post fic. If you would like to be added to that (or a tag list for a specific ongoing story), let me know in a comment, hashtag, or message.

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let's say.. eddie's hands.

Okay, but I kind of love the idea that Eddie has a bunch of rings. And the ones we saw were the ones he just happened to have on that day.

I imagine he picks them up from pawn shops, or finds them on the floor after shows, or he’s given them by his friends who know he collects them. He puts them in a big bowl on his dresser and sifts out two to five depending on the day.

The cheap ones get banged up and bent easily, but some of them are solid as a rock. A couple are speckled with dried jock blood. There’s a little pile of them sitting in Coach Ruben’s office because they’re against the dress code for P.E. and no matter how many he’s confiscated, Eddie somehow always shows up with more.

He wraps some of them with tape to make them fit, but they still sometimes slide off and anybody who finds one just knows who it belongs to off of sight alone. He uses them to pry open beers, to rip open packaging, to carve his initials places. Sometimes they turn his fingers green.

He’s gifted one to every member of Corroded Coffin, past and present, at one point or another when they were nervous before their first show or just needed that little extra boost of confidence. That physical reminder Eddie believed in them.

He doesn’t take them off even to shower, so they get caught in his hair when he washes it. But it’s not nearly as bad as when he’s jerking off and they snag unforgivingly on one of his pubes.

Hence the little collection that he’s started on his nightstand of the ones he’s slid off in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep…

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repulsivedog

freaks and degenerates are just so much nicer and kinder than the rest of you idk. i love you perverts with illegal and unethical fantasies thank you for being so nice to me

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repulsivedog

no, i meant that. maybe reblog a different post if you're only pretending to agree with this one?

im not letting you keep this in the tags

eddie: would you rather be a ghost or a zombie?

steve: neither

eddie: that's not an option

steve: why not?

eddie: because i said so

steve: oh, so now you're suddenly on board with conformity?

eddie: what are you talking about

steve: you're trying to push me into these boxes, denying my freedom to be who i want to be

eddie: why are you like this

steve: this is literally what bie-erasure is like, eddie

eddie: how is it that everytime we talk about this shit with robin you're dead silent, but you're suddenly an activist when it's time to annoy me?

steve, at night, right as eddie is about to fall asleep: i'd choose ghost, by the way

eddie: *springs up and tickles him until he's literally in tears*

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