🪦💀Dylan✨️

I got too high and forgot 😔

Happy @steddieexchange.bsky.social to @cloudsurfing42.bsky.social !!! I hope you enjoy your gift!
A little Steddie comic :)
(5 pages total)

Steddie siblings part 3 tonight? Maybe? 🤞

A castle sits on top of a narrow, tall rocky hill. There are shepherds grazing nearby.

Got battered by the wind but enjoyed a walk around a tiny island today. Ripped my longass goth skirt on a grave fence and I'm not even mad about it. Coolest way to add some rips.

Saw a colourful little glass playing peice that was made between the years 700-800 today it's really stuck with me. Humans really do just like playing little games and having fun together.

Saw this ref in Pinterest. And bloody hell! It gives so much of Eddie's vibe! So i made this.

#eddiemunson #strangerthings4 #strangerthings #art #shitpost

Eddie loves watching the way Steve is with the kids, he thinks it’s so cute, he’s like an extra mom around them. That is, it’s cute until Steve has to leave town for a week and asks Eddie if he can help the kids while he’s gone.

Steddie siblings was supposed to be a little thread of ideas and somehow I'm on part 3??? Its coming sooooooon, human life is slowing me doooown 🐌

Dungeon Master Eddie but not the DnD type. I'm thinking brick walls, the stench of copper, and medieval torture devices that creak with decades of use, type of a Dungeon Master. Cloaked in black with everything but his dark eyes shielded from his victims, he takes pride in his work. +

For Dom Eddie Week Day 1: soft dom, public, object. #steddie #domeddieweek #boltedfruitfic

archiveofourown.org/works/80159006

This year my best friend and I are celebrating our 20th anniversary of being unhealthily codependent in that way millennial queerplatonic friends are.

I wanna lick his fangs omg

The Crawl 🦇 [ part 1 ]
mini comic - S5 fix-it
#kaseddiemunson #steddie

Pronouns: He/They
Height: 5’7"
Zodiac: Virgo
Dating: Too autistic for that
Smoke: Occasional Mary-Jane, once in a blue moon a cigarillo
Tattoos: 5 done by professionals, 9 stick and pokes
Piercings:12
Fav colours: I like black, dark blues and greens, pink
Fav drink: Crispy cold filtered ice water

Steve felt small. He felt stupid. "No. No Teddy. What. No." And the dam broke. Mortifying and loud. Big wet fat tears rolled down his cheeks. He hiccuped. He felt like a child. "You left." He sobbed, nonsensically. "Some man and now a new man and you left. You left me."

"No one hurt me in that way Stee. I'm okay."

Steve pulled in a ragged breath. He felt so close to crying. The fist in his chest was banging against his ribs. "You’re okay? It's not true? No one hurt you?"

Eddie hesitated. "No one hurt me. It is true though."

Eddie put his hands over Steve's and squeezed hard. Steve gasped as his fists were covered, the contact helped him to remember how to move. When Eddie released the pressure, Steve followed and let go of his hair. Steve looked at Eddie. They were getting close to the same height now.

Eddie zipped up his backpack and sighed. He moved slowly, coming cover to Steve and placing his hands on Steve's arms. "Stee. Listen to me. Let go of your hair Stee."

Steve gripped tighter, eyes now scrunched shut. "N-no! No! You don't- you can't! Not allowed! Stop it. Stop it."

"Does it matter? The merry folks around here don't care if it's true or not. They're just happy to have another stone to throw." Steve pulled at his own hair. "Yes it matters! It matters to me Eddie! Did- did someone hurt you? Did he make you do it?"

"Ye- well, no. No Tommy. Just. Is it. Did you- Eddie. Is it true? I won't tell anyone. I- I just need to know." He could feel himself unravelling a little bit. He hated when Eddie was angry at him. He'd missed Eddie so much and now he was actually talking to him it hurt so much more.

Eddie finally looked at him. He was frightening when he frowned. "Wanted to check and see if I really was a fag, is that it? Hearing about what a degenerate I am is what it took for you to come see me? Gonna report back to Hagan after?"

"I... um. I heard something and I wa- needed to check." Steve couldn't find the bravado he usually wore like a mask during the day. He felt small and nervous. Something about finally talking to Eddie was making him come undone.

Eddie ran an afterschool club on Thursday evenings. Steve waited until it finished, watching as Eddie's friends left campus. Eddie was always last to leave. Steve slipped into the drama room and watched for a second as Eddie stacked books into his bag, not looking. "What do you want?"

Steve just didn't like that people were touching Eddie. Marking him up. And now, the thought of some faceless man leaving marks. Someone leaving a mark /inside/ of Eddie, that made Steve nearly faint with anger. He really hoped it wasn't true.

When the girls would leave Eddie's bedroom Steve would shoo them out of the house. Slam the door after them. He hated them. Eddie would come down the stairs, no shirt on, red marks on his neck and back. He'd tease Steve for being a prude.

He knows Eddie likes sex. When Eddie lived with him, he'd seen glimpses of his brother and his girls moving together. Eddie's pale skin stuck to their sun-kissed skin. The girls were often loud. Eddie wasn't. He was a low hum of praise and reassurance.

is there a steve/eddie/jonathan ship name? steddiethan, jonieve, stonathanie

anyway, steve/eddie/jonathan where steve and eddie have been together for a while and eddie knows one of steves deepest darkest secrets is how he hasnt ever been able to stop thinking about jonathan filming him during sex,

Steddie, trans!steve, non-Explicit breastmilk fetish