So I finally watched Stranger Thing Season 4 and, of course, I love Eddie. I am also shipper trash so here is a silly little Steddie comic where Steve gets a cool new tattoo. ššš
I said āexpect this to be drawn and posted some time this monthā in August, and now here we are in September, but better late than never :) I missed drawing this pretty boys I love them.
I feel like Steve is the type of person to be really smart and just not show it. Like, I don't know why, maybe because he doesn't think its cool or something, but he just never says anything about it. And no one knows until Robin comes along.
Like, they're just talking and Robin says something, and it isn't right, and Steve just, corrects it without a second thought. And when she asks him how he knows, hes just like, "I thought it was common knowledge", and she just stares at him like, wtf. But she moves past it, and eventually they have intellectual conversations or some shit, and she is the only one who knows.
Until Eddie Munson. I can just imagine that one day, he walks into family video, and catches Steve and Robin debating about something smart like, psychology or some shit (I think Steve would be really good at psychology), and he just kinda stands there like, what?
And that happens a few times, until he starts joining in as well. And then the UD happens, Eddie lives (somehow), and then Steddie happens (somehow).
And after that, it becomes a habit that Staurday nights are 'Smart Talk' nights with Robin and Steddie, where they talk abt smart stuff.
But one day, the kids accidently walk in on it, and hear Steve being smart and are like, holy shit hes smart.
A frantic and harried Steve runs up to Eddie where heās perched in the back of a search and rescue van, hugs him so hard Eddieās back cracks, is informed of what happened, gets this twitchy look, and makes a Rip Van Winkle joke that really just consists of calling Eddie āRip Iām-Gonna-Strangle-You.ā
Not his best work, but he hasnāt slept a wink in the time Eddieās been missing so heās pretty sure thatās not his fault.
For @steddiemicrofic third anniversary! Someone had to do it š«
prompt: micro & word count: 555 ā¢ Rated E
Eddie clenched his eyes shut as he finally allowed Steve to yank his boxers off.
The sharp intake of breath had him bracing himself, waiting for the dismissal, the laugh. Someone had helpfully informed him there was a word for it ā micropenis. Any of that coming from Steve would be soul crushing. Absolutely devastating.
āEddie,ā Steve breathed. It was so soft and tender he had to peek and see his face.
He let out his own shocked gasp as instead of the expected pull away, Steveās hot breath puffed against the naked skin of his hip. Staring down into his dilated eyes, Eddie allowed himself to hope.
They both stammered at the same time, over each other, aghast.
āY-you uh, youāre okay with this?ā
āCan I- oh fuck, please let me?ā
Eddie blinked. āWhat?ā
āWhat?ā
Steve pulled back a bit, making Eddie wince. Then he watched the confusion turn to outright delight. A smirk settled across his face and Eddie realized he was really in trouble.
āHas anyone touched you before, baby?ā
Eddie opened his mouth to argue, cockiness winning out against his embarrassment. āYeah,ā he started strong, but then deflated as he remembered what ultimately followed. He looked away, giving a one shouldered shrug. āI mean, you know, I get it. Itās not, um, what people expect, or whatever.ā
Steve hummed, seeming to try to school his features into something pensive. Failing, but trying. āCan I?ā
Eddie gave some sort of affirmative, then gasped again as instead of the rough fingertips he expected, Steve immediately ducked his head to lathe his hot tongue over the sensitive head of his dick.
āAh!ā He almost pushed him away, the sensation too much and, yes, a completely new one.
Steve looked up at him, checking, then with another flash of a knowing smirk, flicked his tongue over the tiny thing. Eddie tried to memorize every second, sure at any moment heād back up and politely explain how he couldnāt adequately perform any favors on this unfortunate appendage he had to call a dick.
āBreathe, Eds,ā Steve chuckled into his skin.
The laugh made him bristle, expecting the other shoe to drop, but then the words and his fucking gorgeous face warmed him.
āItās, thereās, ah,ā he chuckled himself. Words were hard. āYouāre good.ā
Once it landed, he groaned. He had meant for it to be a question, or at the very least an appreciative statement. Instead of the dull observation. He tried to cover his face with his hands but they were pulled down.
āWell thanks,ā Steve beamed at him, undeterred. āBut you havenāt seen nothing yet.ā
Eddie was well aware of the talents of Steve Harrington, both from hushed hallway conversations in high school and long afternoons spent making out wherever they could. Heād been surprised that Steve had permitted his subtle excuses to outright refusals to allow his hands to breach southern territories until now.
Steve did something with his tongue and Eddie moaned. āYouāre thinking too much up there,ā he complained good-naturedly. āCould give a guy a complex.ā
Eddie assented, relaxing back to watch intently, letting his hands rake through Steveās thick hair, not daring to steer but simply holding on.
āFuck, Stevie,ā he finally whined his release as unbearably soft lips were rubbed over him and a knuckle pressed behind his balls.
For @steddiemicrofic July Week 3 prompt: Micro
WC: 555 | Rating: E | Tags: Bossy Steve, Microphilia fantasy, Handjob, LOTS of dirty talk, Steve indulging in Eddie's weird horny fantasies
"What's something you're into?"
Eddie blinks, barely able to register the question with how Steve is straddling his lap, his hand expertly stroking Eddie's dick.
"You know what I'm into," he says after a moment, and Steve hums.
"Yeah, butā I feel like there's more. I mean, you're a freak, baby. Surely there's more than just 'act like a brat and let me spank you for it'."
"I meanā¦ There's is, but it's weird. Like, actually weird."
"Well it's a good thing I actually like you. Tell me."
Eddie takes a breath and screws his eyes shut, unable to even look at Steve as he says "Microphilia."
Steve makes a curious noise as he thumbs at the head of Eddie's dick, and Eddie knows he wants him to explain.
"It's likeā¦ Being attracted to creaturesā peopleā that are smaller than you. Much smaller."
"How small?" Steve asks, and Eddie shudders, in disbelief that they're even talking about this.
"Likeā¦ Tinkerbell size."
Steve's hand pauses for just a second before it continues. "Mm, I think I get it. Let's say youā¦ find an injured fairy. Nurse him back to health. He asks what he can do to repay you, but all you can think about is his tiny little body, soā¦ You ask if you can taste him."
Eddie's eyes snap open to find Steve looking down at him, smug as hell.
"Steve, what the fuck," he wheezes, his dick rock hard in his boyfriend's grip. He often forgets that, while Steve may not be a total nerd like Eddie is, he's an absolute menace in bed. A talented, passionate menace.
"He lays out in your palm," Steve continues, "completely naked, and you lick over him. You can feel his wings beating against your hand as you soak him in your spit. His little dick is hard against your tongue as you lick him over and over, and then you taste something sweet as he finally comes against you."
Eddie claws at Steve's thighs, thankful that his sweats keep him from doing any real damage to the other boy.
"Steveā"
"He says that he wants to make you feel good too, so you lay back just like this and push your pants down. He's about as tall as your dick, and he wraps his arms around it as he grinds against it."
"Baby, pleaseā"
Eddie doesn't even know what he's begging for, and Steve doesn't seem to care regardless, barelling forward in his erotic tale.
"You watch him press a kiss to the hole, then see him stick his tongue into it to lick up your precum. His arms squeeze you before he reaches up and sticks a tiny finger in, then his whole little handā"
Steve digs his thumbnail into the tip of Eddie's dick, and that's as far as he gets before Eddie is coming with a shout, spilling hot and messy over Steve's hand. Steve looks like a proud bastard as he strokes Eddie though it until he's a panting puddle.
"Steve," Eddie gasps after a moment, finally finding his breath. "Whatā?"
Steve grins and leans down to press a kiss to Eddie's slack mouth. "I found your horny fantasy journal. I was a little mad a first that you were keeping things from me, but this more than made up for it."
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