So Much Steddie All the time

just a man and his slinky against the horrors of the world

For @steddiemicrofic third anniversary! Someone had to do it 🫠

prompt: micro & word count: 555 • 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 — micropenis. Any of that coming from Steve would be soul crushing. Absolutely devastating.

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, but— 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 mean… 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 like… Being attracted to creatures— people— that are smaller than you. Much smaller."

"How small?" Steve asks, and Eddie shudders, in disbelief that they're even talking about this.

"Like… Tinkerbell size."

Steve's hand pauses for just a second before it continues. "Mm, I think I get it. Let's say you… 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, so… 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.

"Steve—"

"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, please—"

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 hand—"

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. "What—?"

Steve: Tell them that I don't know how to roll a joint so they'll do it for me and I can spend a few extra minutes with them

Eddie: Craziest thing I've ever done is throw myself in lover's lake to save- wait, why are you having me roll joints for you when you could ask your crush?

Have mercy. I cannot draw cars. Nor can I draw the nails in a studded bat. I'm a fraud...

Anyway!

Choose wisely...