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thikkiesixx · 7 months

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my only girl

rockstar!eddie munson x insecure!fem!reader

request: ‘i’m here to humbly request rockstar!eddie x innocent/shy!reader + breeding kink’

cw: lil angsty, smut, piv, breeding kink, mention of baby trapping, accidental daddy kink, pregnancy mention

The fan girls swarm Corroded Coffin after every show. Eddie could have his pick of the litter as they all follow him back to his tour bus; surrounding him for photo ops and autographs, maybe even their own chance to step inside his sweet road digs and have their way.

But Eddie’s already got his favorite girl inside: you.

Being on the road with him isn’t always easy, and after a few weeks the novelty wears off and things get a bit boring, sometimes you even opt to stay in the trailer for the shows — Eddie doesn’t mind at all.

And that’s what you did tonight. Hunkering down for some needed alone time. Staying comfy in a new merch tee and Eddie’s old Hawkins Tigers sweatpants from high school, the fleece is completely worn down, color washed out. They’re your favorite.

Things are always peaceful for the two hours the venue is hopping. But you always know exactly when the show ends because all the girls are screaming and crying their way up to your temporary home.

After giving out hugs and having a few unsolicited kisses stolen from the sides of his lips he retreats, with the help of security, into his private bus.

He skips up the steps, sweaty, fringe stuck to his forehead. He locks the door and beams when he sees you, frowns when you don’t turn away from the TV to return it like you usually do. He glances at the screen, it’s a commercial…

“Hey, baby girl,” he coos softly, fighting off the adrenaline ravaging through him. He knows his boisterous post-show energy can be overwhelming for you, and with the turned down look on your face, he makes the effort to dial it back. No matter how fast his heartbeat is fighting him.

He falls into the sofa beside you and lolls his head back against the headrests, turning to look at you. His pinky stretches out to poke your thigh and you turn to him. You don’t really look angry or sad. But you don’t look like yourself, all your features seem to be indiscernibly more tense, something only he’d be able to notice, honestly.

“How was the show?” you ask quietly, pulling at the cuff of your long sleeve Corroded Coffin tee until it covers your hand.

“It was great,” he states. “You doin’ okay?”

“I’m okay,” you sigh before turning back to the TV.

“Can I get a kiss?” he tries, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. You don’t return even a sliver of his sliver of enthusiasm, but you give him a quick peck anyway.

Eddie leaves you after that, rinsing off in the shower, hoping maybe you’ll be better by the time he returns. He knows road life is hard for his shy baby, being stuck is cramped spaces, always being surrounded by crew members or fans. But something isn’t adding up tonight because today had been a good day, and you were all smiles and kisses before he left to play.

When he shuffles down the narrow hallway and into the back bedroom he finds you there, putting some laundry away. He towels off his hair and tosses it onto the hook on the door before he closes it.

“Did you finish your book tonight?” he asks carefully, adjusting the towel around his waist. You glance at him from your peripheral, but don’t dare to look at him straight on like this. Your cheeks are already flush, even after years. Eddie notices.

“No,” you answer plainly, keeping your hands busy by pretending some of his shirts need refolding. “Two more chapters,” you murmur. You see his silhouette approaching you from behind and you tense. Which, Eddie really didn’t like.

He huffs through his nose and sits at the edge of the bed behind you, hands coming to your hips to pull you back and onto his lap. You don’t have the physically or mental strength to fight him. You keep your eyes in your own lap as he pushes your hair from your face, tucking it neatly behind your ear so he can see your pretty face.

“Wanna tell me what’s buggin’ you?”

“It’s nothing,” you say shaking your head.

“It’s something,” he corrects. “And you know you can tell me anything,” he says while he gently strokes your arm, calloused fingers scratchy, but grounding.

Your silence is killing him.

“D-did I do something, baby?” He takes your chin between his fingers and leans back so he can search your face. Sad eyes, sad posture. He wracks his brain, going through his latest interviews or bar antics, looking for anything that may have upset you, but he really has been behaving himself. “Whatever it is, I’m sorry.”

What’s worse than your stupid feelings is having to listen to him apologize for something he didn’t do. For something he really has no control over.

“You didn’t do anything.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s nothing,” you say again, clambering out of his lap to stand and cross around to your side of the bed. Eddie let’s out a defeated sigh, but more than that, he’s starting to worry. “Let’s just go to sleep.”

“I’m never gonna sleep if you don’t tell me what’s bothering you,” he decides, standing up. “Is someone bothering you?” he presses. “That dude, uh, what’s his fuckin’ name? Craig, from the merch table?”

The fact Craig even still has a job after being bold enough to text you is one of the nicer things Eddie Munson has ever done.

“Eddie,” you protest. But Eddie’s already got himself worked up all on his own and he’s resting his hand on the doorknob like he’s waiting for you to give him a reason.

“Because I’ll kick his ass out on the streets of Chicago right fucking now. I have no—”

“Eddie, stop!” you yelp over him, shrinking into your shoulders immediately after. Eddie shrinks a little at the sound too. You know you have to tell him now otherwise he’s going to fire poor Craig for the hell of it.

“Please,” you whisper, a lone tear tracking down your cheek, “don’t leave me.”

“What?” he snaps, not at you, but at your request.

“I’m scared you’re gonna leave me,” you say louder and Eddie’s heart climbs up his throat just at the thought. “For one of your girls,” you gesture out the bus window — where it’s quiet now, but was bustling with handsy girliepops just forty minutes ago — where you saw a blonde thing planting a wet one on him.

Eddie doesn’t mean to laugh when he realizes what you’re saying, he’s just mostly relieved he doesn’t have to get into an altercation with a crew member … again.

He closes the space quick, then. “C’mere,” but he’s already pulling you into him, hands cupping your jaw, thumbs swiping clean your tears that are now free falling. Your eyes twinkle up at him and he can’t believe how ridiculous you make him feel, or how you think he’d ever leave you for anyone, especially some groupie.

“You’re my only girl,” he promises with an amused smile.

“Not anymore. You -hiccup- you have a-a-a million.”

“Oh my god,” he chuckles. “A million!”

“Don’t laugh at me, Eddie. I’m serious!”

“You can’t possibly be!” he believes it, too. You can’t possibly be serious.

He bites his bottom lip to stifle the laugh but his smile isn’t so easily hidden. He dips down to kiss you softly, tongue swiping lovingly over yours. It lasts long enough to settle your pounding heartbeat and leave you a breathless puddle in his arms. You’re much calmer but those intrusive thoughts are still there — and he knows it.

“Does my baby need me to remind her how special she is?”

Your face turns red and you hide it in his bare chest, breathing in the ginger of your own body wash on his skin. Eddie knows you need some extra love once in a while. Some affirmations.

“I thought so, c’mon, lay down,” he directs you, pulling you from his chest so you can climb up into the center of the bed.

Already naked, his towel discarded on the floor, Eddie starts with your clothes; taken off piece by piece until you’re bare beneath him.

He winds you up to wriggling with branding kisses and purple marks, teeth scrapes and firm grabs to every inch of you that will allow it.

Your body molds to him, for him.

You have no idea what you do to him, for him.

“You want me like this?” he whispers against the column of your neck, hovering over you. He noses your jaw until you grant him grander access and he nips at the hot flesh just below your chin. Your hands travel up his sides and your legs part further so he can settle in, pushing his thighs under yours until the only way he can get closer is by being inside of you.

Which he is the moment you nod your cheek against his. His scruff rough to the touch. The tip of his cock presses into your well and your cunt swallows him whole. Taking every inch until you’re so full it’s the only thing you can think about, he’s the only thing you feel.

“Mmmm,” you squeal as he nudges hot into your furthest wall.

“You got it, baby, you got it.”

He starts slow, with his weight on your chest, his lips to your ear and your eyes curtained by his damp hair. Gentle rocks that have you both gasping into each others ears. You want more of him, though. You need more of him.

He leans back, hands dragging over your breasts and down the the hills and troughs of your body until they coast around your thighs and hook under your knees. Pressing your legs to your belly.

He watches the way your body accepts him, the way your hole stretches to accommodate him. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. You writhe and moan and he looks to you from below his fringe. Face pink, lips swollen, darkening marks starting from your thighs and across your torso, your breasts and neck — he could cum right now just by looking at you. Fuck.

You push to meet his thrusts, soft slapping echoes and the more he hears how slick you are the more unruly he becomes.

That’s how you like him the most. That’s when you feel like his the most. When he fucks you with toe-curling reckless abandon. Taking you for himself. His pace quickens like he can hear you, a brutal force that’s already pushed you up to the headboard. He starts to babble. It’s your favorite.

“This is what you needed, huh, baby girl? Just — fuck — FUCK — just needed a reminder that I’m all yours? That you’re mine. What else I gotta do?”

He means it. He’ll do whatever.

More of his weight starts to rest against the back of your thighs, his fingers digging and gripping onto any fat he can. He drags his cock all the way out and you gasp, the cold air of the trailer lapping up your soaked folds and into the empty cavern of your pussy. And just as you whine a protest he SLAMS back into you, not giving any reprieve to prepare you for the way he starts to fuck you.

You scream, fat tears rolling down your face. You don’t talk much as it is, but you couldn’t possibly now even if you tried…

“Huh? What else I gotta do?” he repeats through gritted teeth. “Do I have to knock you up? Oh FUCK!”

You flutter and squeeze around him at the suggestion. Mewling and reaching around to hold the tops of his hands where they’re cemented to your numb legs.

“I’ll knock you up, baby girl, don’t fucking play with me. I’ll breed this pretty pussy—”

“Please, please, please!”

Eddie’s eyes widen at your voice. He thinks he could keel over at the sound of you begging, he doesn’t get it very often. And never this loud, it really eggs him on.

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP

“That’s what you want, pretty? Want me to make you a mommy? Trap you with me? Make sure no other girl gets between us?”

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP

“Is that what you want?” he asks again, louder; he wants an answer and he punctuates it by pulling out until only his swollen head remains and he fucks it back into you.

“Yes! PLEASE, DADDY!” you cry, eyes opening up.

“Oh, shit!”

Eddie does keel this time, losing his focus so much he folds on top of you, catching himself with his hands on either side of your head. Sweat drips from his brow onto your cheek and he takes a moment to kiss it away, though, he doesn’t stop rutting into you. And, God, you feel him everywhere: inside of you, his body coveting yours entirely, sweat and slick and cum and him.

“Say it again,” he pleads, his hand snaking down between your bodies to rub your clit without kindness. The heat in your belly starts to pool right away and you squirm, pouting up at him. “I’m about to breed you, god, I’m gonna fuck my cum so far into there’s no fucking way you’re not having my baby. Gonna have Eddie Munson’s baby?” Your warm walls contract around him at the suggestion again and he groans without holding back. “Tell me.”

“Yes, daddy, please, PLEASE,” you cry.

“I am, baby, I am. Fuck, I’m about to.”

Eddie leans back up, without ever leaving your gorgeous cunt, he manhandles you until you’re nearly on your side, right leg stretched up his torso, ankle on his shoulder. At this angle? Your orgasm erupts without notice. Gushing around him in droves and contracting making his hips stutter and expletives flow until he inevitably cums with you, painting your walls in ropes of cum that seem to go on forever for as long as he fucks into you.

You’re letting out a chorus of daddy, daddy, daddy, thank you, please, please, please, I need it, daddy until Eddie goes blind with overstimulation and has to stop.

Once Eddie regains his vision he kisses your calf, but doesn’t let it go. Keeping you spread open to watch his milked cock fall out of you on its own. And, frankly, if he had a camera, he’d take a picture of the way your pussy looks right now. Flushed and puffy, his creamy spend beginning to drip down from your hole. Before he becomes too mesmerized by his work, he takes two fingers to scoop his seed back into you. Plugging you shut, shifting his knee under your ass to angle you back, this way it drips the right way.

Eddie watches your blissed out face until you open your eyes. You both grin; both a little embarrassed, a little shy, a little surprised.

“Good?” he asks.

“Good.”

“You’re my only girl. Forever,” he admonishes with a hiked brow. “Got it?”

You nod, pulling your pillow over your face. “Got it.”

You did not get pregnant.

But three months later Eddie manages to get you to call him daddy again.

And, yeah, you got pregnant that time...

thank you for reading and for always leaving me such wonderful comments. smooching you all.

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thikkiesixx · 8 months

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because you were home.

the first entry of my fall frenzy extravaganza

this request comes in from @sweetsweetjellybean: "i would like to request watching a scary movie with steve and eddie that ends with 2 dicks one hole." summary: mildly inspired by 'the strangers' movie. steddie x reader. you and your two boyfriends watch a scary movie even though you hate them. a scary dream wakes you up to more than you bargained for, but they're happy to make up for it. (aka, carol tries some subtle horror/suspense writing for the first time ever!) cw: 18+, established throuple, dvp (double vaginal penetration), oral (f and m receiving), mmf threesome, pet names: angel, babydoll, sweetheart, etc., reader refers to eddie and steve as daddy/sir once or twice but its not like -- their dynamic -- not a dom/sub scenario (justice for steve being sir for once!), swearing, mild horror elements

“Ooh, shiii-hi-hit. Fuck that.” “What’s happening?” you ask, your voice muffled by Steve’s shoulder where your face had been planted for the last four minutes. “No matter how many scary movies I see, nothing creeps me out like this scene, man,” Eddie shakes his head, another handful of popcorn crunching into his mouth. “What. Is. Happening?” you ask again, frustrated at your own inability to just look – but you didn’t wanna miss out on the scare-factor.

“Nothing, baby,” Steve chuckles, warm and sweet. His big hand gives your bicep a comforting squeeze, running his palm slowly over the skin before he pulls you closer, “One of the weirdos is just standing there, nothing’s happening.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say nothing’s happening – it’s one of the most quietly suspenseful and unsettling scenes in modern horror,” Eddie argues while your head pops up. As soon as your eyes meet his, shining from the light of the TV in the living room, he grins – the one he always does when he’s about to be an asshole.

“Let me rewind it for you,” his smirk lingers when he reaches for the remote, “You can’t miss it – it’s like, niche horror iconography.”

“C’mon Ed, you know she doesn’t like it,” Steve’s defense almost feels patronizing, sinking in your chest even while his arm tightens around you, “She never wants to do movie night when it’s scary.” “No, it’s fine – I’ll just, I’ll watch it,” you sigh, eyes reaching the ceiling with a faux annoyed huff, “For the iconography.” “Atta girl,” Eddie rewinds while you climb over Steve to get between them. If the room hadn’t been so dark, you’d see Ed’s flush while you make yourself comfortable. Always a sucker for affection, he leans in close, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Bein’ so brave.” He starts the scene over again, a few minutes before, both of them scooching in next to you. You’re used to the heat now, the warmth of them near you, tied up between them. At first it was hard to balance it – who touches where, who holds what – but having them both became a waltz you danced well. The both of them easily knowing the rhythms of you and each other in healthy and decadent symbiosis. “Will you just – stay on the phone with me?” Liv Tyler’s voice booms through Steve’s surround sound, the dial tone humming loudly afterwards, “James? … James?” You let a breath out through your nose, watching her walk through the house on the screen, settling on lighting a cigarette before walking into the kitchen. She stands there for a moment before the screen cuts to a wide, you already feel sick. There’s no music, no sound, just Liv in the kitchen with darkness back behind her. With no warning, he appears, the man in the mask, in complete silence.

Your stomach drops, throat feeling tight when you watch him stand there watching her. You hardly feel soothed when he disappears, knowing it can only get worse from here. The killers are in the house.

Steve and Eddie see your face, the way your brows pull in, the way you shrink in on yourself. “Poor baby,” Steve soothes rubbing his hand on your back, “C’mere, I’ll protect you.” “You couldn’t outsmart these guys,” Eddie’s matter-of-fact tone makes Steve tense up, “Sorry. They’re in it for the thrill, man. They don’t care about your macho shit.” “That’s not reassuring,” you laugh, snuggling into Steve while Eddie lets his hand smooth over your thigh, “I need you both to protect me.” “Of course,” Eddie smiles, “We’d both keep you safe, for sure.” “For sure,” Steve nods, kissing the top of your head. Your hand creeps forward to lace your fingers with Eddie’s, still resting on your leg while the movie continues.

“James?” Liv says again on screen, heading to the drawer for a kitchen knife when a bang is heard somewhere off screen. You can’t help it, your face buries itself in Steve’s shoulder when the action picks up, doing your best to be brave and failing miserably. It’s not for nothing, your failure – they both have a great time laughing at you.

You’re pouty when the movie is over, the kisses aren’t helping for the first time in a while. There’s a general unease in your stomach – some horror was fine, but horror that could happen just didn’t compartmentalize as well. Your stomach sinks more when you see Eddie put his jacket on. “You’re not staying over with us?” you ask. Eddie’s shoulders sink while he shrugs on the leather, “Sorry baby, I have an early shift tomorrow. Gotta sleep at mine to be close to the garage. Why, you scared?” You nod, “Is that stupid?” “No,” he grins, “But you have Steve, he can protect you, too.” “You literally said he couldn’t outsmart them,” you try to laugh but it sounds more like a desperate plea, heart rate rising. “It’s a movie, honey,” Steve’s balmy voice soothing you while he comes back in the living room from cleaning up, “Just relax.” “You want the number one tension goblin to relax?” Eddie scoffs, “Good luck with that.” A kiss to both of your cheeks is Eddie’s last parting gift to you and Steve before he goes, the rev of his motorcycle being the only signal that he’s gone for the night. Steve’ burly tan arm wraps around your shoulder to lead you both back to the couch. “How about this,” he starts, pulling your legs over his lap, “We can watch something funny and then go to bed, s’that sound good for you?” You nod eagerly, shoulders loosening up while he flicks through the channel listings. “They have Austin Powers on TBS, you wanna watch that? It looks like they’re playing all of ‘em,” his amber eyes fall on you with a smile, rubbing your shin up to your knee. He changes the channel when you give him the okay, watching you snuggle in on the couch with tired eyes. It’s not long into the first movie that Steve’s nudging you to wake up so you can both go upstairs to bed.

You wake from a dream that makes your heart race in the bad way, losing the plot completely when your eyes open. The room is dark, only some light from Steve’s security cameras outside leaving shadows against the wall from the curtains.You turn and reach your arm out to shake Steve awake but you’re met with nothing but empty sheets, cooled down from the lack of a body there to warm them. You pout while your heart pounds, taking a few deep breaths to try to steady yourself to go back to sleep. He’s probably in the bathroom – but that thought makes you have to pee. With a sigh you get up, gingerly getting out of bed and scanning the room. Even though you fell asleep laughing to Mike Meyers the uneasy feeling in your chest never quite shook away. You pad down the hall to the bathroom, confused when you see that it’s empty. Maybe he went to get a drink or something in the kitchen. You do your business, leaving the bathroom and listening for Steve downstairs from the top of the staircase, peering down into the dark living room. It’s quiet. “Steve?” you call out.

Nothing.

The blue black of the dark house stares back at you, you swallow thickly. The pin pricks of fear that you woke up with creep down your neck and the top of your back, they sting up from the balls of your feet. You try to muster up the courage to call out again. “St-steve? You there?” you call out, your voice weak.

Nothing.

You take another breath, shakier than before. Maybe he’s using the half bath down stairs. You shake your head, rolling your shoulders and taking a step away from the staircase to go back to bed. Two steps in and your body is jolted by the blast of the stereo in the living room, the lights from the machine whirring on while music blares through the speakers. ‘My first lover, My first lover, He was tall and breezy with his long hair down. But it gets a little hazy when I think of it now…’

You run down the stairs to shut it off, certain the neighbors heard it, Your heart hammers in your chest, blood pounding in your ears while you slam the buttons and hold your hands to the cool machinery. You feel sick, bile creeping up your throat while you breathe in and out again.

“STEVE?!” you shout out, tears welling in your eyes, “Steve! This – this isn’t funny…”

But again.

With the music off.

Nothing.

You grab a heavy trophy from one of the shelves, a nationals first place from when Steve won the freestyle stroke in college – no one’s ever beat his PR. You inch through the living room, clicking on a lamp so the room illuminates in a hazy yellow glow. You grip the trophy, base upwards with the points of it at your eye level, arm at the ready. You creep slowly through the kitchen, clicking on the light over the oven, peering into the living room again and over your shoulder. No one. Nothing. You walk forward into the dining room, turning on the light, peering out from the sliding doors to the back yard. Nothing. You take a final breath. It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s just a movie.

Right?

CLANG!

You jump, attention toward the door to the garage in the back of the dining room. You raise the trophy again, mustering up the courage to go to the door. Through the small crack in the bottom you see the lights are on, you swallow again. With a final breath through the nose you clutch the door handle, wrenching it open – ready to swing.

“Woah there, champ,” Steve laughs, looking up from the side of his truck. He pulls off his over ear headphones and cocks his head, “Is that my swim trophy?” “Uh, yeah…” you respond sheepishly, lowering it down to your thigh. Your heart starts to steady, cheeks burning with embarrassed heat while he comes around from behind his truck. “Did I wake you up, honey? I’m sorry,” he says softly, wiping his hands off on a rag. He’s in his sleep shirt but back in his jeans, sneakers unlaced on his feet.

“No I –” you falter, feeling stupid and silly, “I had a bad dream and you weren’t there so like – I don’t know. Then the stereo turned on downstairs and I heard a bang so – why’re you in the garage?” “I forgot about my break pads – they’re swamped at the shop so I told Ed not to worry and I’d just do it myself,” he shrugs with a laugh, “Little harder than it looks but – can’t put her back on the road until she’s all set. Woke up in a cold sweat about it.”

“You um, didn’t hear me calling you?” you ask warily. “Had my headphones on, baby, my bad.” “And the stereo?” you urge, “It was like…really fucking loud.” “That was probably me by accident,” he assures, taking a tiny remote out of his back pocket, “I got the remote for the speakers in here too, so, must’ve sat on it. Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to.” “Just a lil’,” your shoulders droop, heat pricking your cheeks and chest. “Aw, I’m sorry,” he coos, coming toward you to put a sloppy kiss on your cheek, “I’m almost done, I’ll be back upstairs in a minute. Would you get me some water?” “Okay,” you chirp, taking a big breath before heading back into the house. You pad through the dining room and back into the kitchen, reaching over the sink to grab a glass from the cabinet. You let the cool water run over your fingers for a moment, chuckling at yourself for being so stupid while you place the trophy on the counter with a thud.

You fill the glass for yourself first, letting the chill of the water bring you back to center. You take a few sips, leaning against the counter and looking through the archways to the other rooms – sleepy looking with their warm low lights on. You always forget how cozy Steve’s house looks, especially in the fall. You snort, hearing Steve’s soft ‘Shit! Come on!’ from the garage after something else clangs to the ground. You down the rest of the water and turn again to refill it for Steve, humming the song from the stereo. You shut off the water when you feel like someone is watching you, unease brewing in your chest again. You turn around quickly, but no one is there, just the sound of Steve working in the background. Back to the sink you finish filling up the glass, looking up at the window above the counter. Your reflection looks back. You drop the glass, hitting the stainless steel with a shattering fall. Behind you, in the dark of the dining room, is exactly what you’d feared you’d see. Standing there. Idle. Watching you. A man in a mask. You freeze, sharp breaths puffing out of your nose, heart rattling in your chest. You shut your eyes tight and count to three, opening them again only to let out a blood curdling shriek at the reflection – he’s still there, just closer. You grab the trophy and turn around with abandon while Steve bursts in through the side door. “What’s happening, what’s going on?!” he asks, running in. “There’s – there’s there’s, there’s someone in the – in the house – in the house!” You gasp out in stuttering breaths, tears pouring down your face. “Who?! Whose in the house?!” he asks, brows raised, frazzled. “A man!” you screech, “The man! The man in the mask!” “Fuck, fuck,” Steve huffs, rifling into the drawer for a kitchen knife, “Stay here – stay right here and call the police.” You watch him walk toward the living room, “Steve don’t! Don’t! We have to g-get out!” “Baby – just call. The. Pol–”

“My first lover, My first lover, He was always talking tryin to bring me down, But I was not waiting for a white wedding gown...”

The music blares again, so loud it’s disorienting. You scream, eyes blurry with tears while you walk backward to the corner of the kitchen by the fridge where a house phone sits on the wall. Shaking you reach for it, watching as it clatters clumsily to the floor. “Are you calling?!” Steve asks, fear lacing his own voice while he slams the stereo off, “What the fuck is happening?!” “I’m c-calling!” you yell back, seeing him come back into the kitchen with his chest heaving. You reach down for the phone only to realize, to your horror, that the cord is cut, “I – baby I…” “Shit,” Steve huffs, “M-my phone, where’s my cell?” “Upstairs I – oh my fucking god,” you freeze, eyes big and glassy when you see him, the man in the mask. “Wh-what?” Steve asks, slowly turning around, “Oh fuck, fuck. L-look man, hey – I – I don’t want any trouble.” The man stands there, masked head tilting when he takes a step forward. “D-do you want money? Something? My car? Anything man – I swear.” The slow step becomes a full steam ahead, another screech pouring out of you while you see his gloved hand reach for Steve. You cover your head in your hands, shaking, wondering how you can make it from here to the garage unscathed – you brace for Steve’s broken scream.

But instead. A laugh. Two. Two laughs. Two very familiar laughs. “Why would I want your car when you can’t even fix the fuckin’ break pads?” Eddie’s muffled voice echos from behind the mask. He pulls it off, taking a breath, “Fuck, that things hot.” “I fixed them just fine,” Steve hisses in faux annoyance. “H-huh?” you look up with tear streaked cheeks, “Wh-what is this?” “Oh honey, we didn’t mean to scare you that bad,” Steve coos. “It’s just me, babydoll,” Eddie smiles, voice gentle, “It’s me.” “What the fuck?” you ask, still against the wall by the fridge with your heart hammering. “S’just a prank honey, we were just fucking with you,” Eddie says softly, taking a step toward you that makes you flinch, “Hey…you okay?” “No Ed, I’m not fucking okay,” you bark, “What is wrong with you? With both of you?” “We didn’t think you were gonna get so freaked out, angel,” Steve sighs, “I’m sorry. We’re sorry.”

“Are you mad?” Eddie pouts, putting the mask on the counter. “Yeah,” you nod, standing up, “I’m fucking mad. And I’m sure the neighbors are gonna call the fucking cops from all the screaming and yelling.” “Babe, hey, c’mon it was a joke,” Steve’s shoulder slump when you brush past him, “Let’s just get cozy upstairs, okay? We can all go to bed.” “Fuck you,” you huff, stomping up the stairs, “Both of you.”

They follow you like puppies up the stairs, closing in on you when you make it back into the bedroom. Soft apologies and kisses to your cheeks, surrounded by them – their hands, their hair, their scent. Slipping around you like snakes, but sweet – anything to hypnotize you out of how mad you are. “Don’t be so pouty,” Steve coos, peeling off his shirt, “You’re okay, we won’t do it again.” “We’ll never do it again, I promise,” Eddie mumbles into a kiss by your ear, already down to his boxers, “We’re awful, we’re so awful.” Your knitted brows and sour pout stick while they do their best to get you to break, but it’s not until Eddie’s lips catch on that spot just below the hinge of your jaw that you let out a soft gasp. “There she is,” Eddie smirks into the next flick of his tongue and graze of his teeth, teasing the spot until your face relaxes. “C’mon,” Steve whispers, tugging your t-shirt over your head, “Let us make it all better, hm?”

“Lay down, sweetheart,” Eddie encourages while you get to the edge of the mattress. The comforter was still in the mess you left it in when you woke up from your dream. Despite your anger you do as he asks, not protesting while he slips your shorts and panties off without a second of hesitation.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he smirks, “Just how you like it.”

Your thighs part for him on their own accord, barely waiting a second before his mouth makes contact with your already slick center. You whimper and Eddie smiles into your cunt, slurping around your clit to get you stimulated quickly. Can’t be mad if you can’t think straight.

“Mmm, Ed like that,” you whine out, hips rolling up against his mouth.

“Already so wet for us, sweet thing,” he brags in a low voice, “Maybe you like bein’ scared.”

“No I – uhn…mmm…”

Eddie’s first two fingers slip in with little resistance, coaxing soft needy moans out of you with each pump, each soft tease of his tongue. He lets out a dreamy sigh while your legs pull up to your chest, revealing more of yourself to him. He busies his mouth while looking over the expanse of your body, watching Steve lean in to kiss you. Your hand entwines in Eddie’s hair, scratching at his scalp softly while he wraps his arms around your thighs. He could eat you all night. “I know you’re not kneeling closer to me so I’ll suck you off,” you stare up at Steve in disbelief. “I uh…well,” Steve bites his lip, redness building on his cheeks. He looks down at you, kneeling by your face on the mattress with his cock in his hand, stroking slowly. His chain glints in the low light from the sconces above the bed, catching in his chestnut hair – too handsome, it was unfair. “You want me to suck your dick after all that? You think you deserve it?” you ask, eyes rolling when Eddie’s fingers curl up against you – letting out a sinful moan.

“Well when your mouth hangs open like that,” Steve chuckles coolly. He leans down again to capture you in a kiss, stroking himself while he does. He nuzzles your nose when he breaks away, “You wanna sit on my face?” Your breath catches, nodding eagerly. “M’kinda in the middle of something,” Eddie says from between your thighs. “Well you can be in the middle of somethin’ else, Munson,” Steve grins while you change positions to him lying on his back. Your legs straddle over him, ass in his face while you look down the rest of his body. Steve pulls you down firmly, tongue gliding between your folds in a slow back and forth at first, pushing his face in it. You yelp when he flicks his tongue over your swollen, sensitive clit; thighs twitching while he finds his rhythm. “Hmm, you’re close, aren’t you?” Steve teases while pulling away for air.

“Y-yes sir,” you sigh back, hips bouncing gently against his mouth for more friction.

Eddie pulls his boxers off, tossing them on the floor and reaching for a forgotten scrunchy on Steve’s dresser to pull his hair back. He crawls back onto the bed, giving you a soft kiss, “You look so pretty right now.”

“Thank you,” you whisper against his full pink lips, kissing him back. You lean down with him, watching as he kisses Steve’s stomach, right by his happy trail, taking his cock in his ringed hand. A glob of spit falls from his mouth, working Steve’s shaft with a precision only another person with one could have.

Steve groans into your pussy, louder when Eddie takes the tip in his mouth. Your mouth waters against your better judgment, body betraying you when you lean forward onto your hands to meet Eddie at Steve’s cock. You kiss again, both tongues flicking together over Steve’s swollen head making him whimper between your legs. You both let your lips graze his length, leaving wet kisses in their wake before Eddie takes over again. You gather his curls so you can watch him, the visual sending you right over the edge when he starts to touch himself in time.

“Good girl,” Steve coos softly, evidence of your orgasm on his chin while you shimmy off his face.

Eddie comes back up with a breathy smile, hazily letting them direct you while Steve pushes up to sit against the pillows propped up on the head board.

“Think you should get filled up, pretty girl,” Steve says softly, “You wanna?”

You nod, straddling Steve, letting his hands skate over the tops of your thighs while you let yourself sink down onto him. His head thuds back against the headboard, eyes closing when your walls snuggly fit around him – warm and wet.

“Think you can do both?” he asks, pulling you in so you’re chest to chest.

Your brow quirks, “We do that all the time.” “No, no, baby,” Eddie smirks, coming up behind you, “Both of us in the same place.” Your head turns around, looking down at Eddie’s length in his hand, thinking about how thick Steve is inside you already while he thrusts up lazily. “S’not gonna fit,” you hesitate. Eddie kisses your shoulder, “I think we can fit, just keep bouncin’ on Steve for me.” “You like to watch?” you wink while looking back at him, finding a cadence that makes the fat of your ass shake.

“You know I do,” he replies, voice low and gravely – it hits the pit of your stomach. Steve signals Eddie to come forward, crawling up over one of his thighs. “You can do it, babe,” Steve encourages, holding you in place, “You’re already soaked.”

You feel him push in, one hand on your lower back while the other guides his length to aid in pressing over Steve. You let out a low groan, sweat beading at your hairline while your eyes nearly cross from the stretch. Your brows pinch together, mouth hanging open in that desperate way that makes Steve primal with need. “Ooh, does that feel good, baby? Does it feel good?” he asks, voices light and sing-songy. “Y-yeah, oh – oh fuck -” you huff when Eddie does a slow practice thrust, to see where you’re both at. Eddie moans once he finds the pace, unforgiving fingers clutching you for balance. Steve chuckles at your face, forefinger and thumb reaching under your chin to press into your cheeks. “F-fuck I’m so…I’m so, sssooo…” “Sssoooo full. That’s right, so full, aren’t you honey?” he grins, mocking you now with a little shake to your face, “Look at you. You like that? You like gettin’ filled up like this?” “Yeah,” you whine while Eddie starts a steady pace, both men grunting at the pleasure of you tightening around them. The slide of themselves against each other makes Steve’s breath hitch when his hips cant upward in time.

“Shit, Ed,” Steve grunts, fingertips sinking into your hips. He huffs a laugh, shaking his head while he presses a wet kiss to your neck, “Fuck.” “Yeah? S’my dick nice, pretty boy?” Ed winks down, hand entwining in your hair at the root while the other cruelly grips you at the waist. You’ll feel that grip tomorrow, both of them – party favors for the pleasure you’re feeling now. Steve nips at your neck, listening to your panting, your whines – at this rate you look like you don’t even know your own name. You start to falter, leaning down into him while your arms give out, face finding home in the crook of his neck and the dying scent of his cologne. “Hey, you still mad at me?” Eddie asks breathily. Your scalp screams in a delicious sting when he pulls you up by your hair, back arching deep to make you face him. You struggle against it at first, tilting your head down to look at Steve whose tongue has flicked out to tease one of your nipples. “Look at daddy, honey,” he chastises in a low heated tone, teeth grazing the hardened bud, “Look up at daddy.” Eddie’s laugh is low, bubbling from his tummy when you finally relent, leaning your neck back to look at him. Even upside down he’s pretty – hair falling mostly out of the scrunchy he stole, leaving messy curls wild around his face. “You still mad at me, babydoll?” he grunts out, “You still mad?” His free hand reaches around to cup your jaw, leaning in to give you a hungry kiss. He growls into it, pumping deeper in short thrusts. A choked moan pours out of you when they move in tandem, Steve sliding out while Eddie slides in. “Aw, you don’t look mad,” he taunts. Another kiss before his face hovers over yours, grinning, pleased with himself, “You look so gone, holy shit.”

“M’n-not m-mad anymore, daddy,” you nearly cry, voice tight, “Fuck – harder.” “Harder?” his brow quirks, “You hear that Steve? She wants it harder.” “Yeah, I heard her,” he grunts, “Give her back to me.” Eddie lets go of your hair without a thought, dropping you into Steve’s chest like a rag doll. He props you up above him, his big hand around your jaw this time while Eddie keeps both his tight on your waist for leverage. With as much strength as you can muster you hold yourself up on your forearms, limply bouncing forward with each thrust. “You want it harder, pretty girl?” Steve asks, looking up at you – his own eyes are blown, completely flushed from double the pleasure. “Pl-please,” you huff, “Please, sir.” “Hmm, you know I like when you say that,” he grins, “Ask again.” “Please fuck me harder, sir,” your eyes roll when you feel Eddie’s chest against your back, both of them closing in on you. “So good,” Steve breathes, “That’s a good girl.” You feel the tickle of Eddie’s curls on your shoulder while he leans over you to get to Steve, wrapping a hand in his auburn hair to pull him up for a deep kiss. You listen to them, watching while their eyes flutter closed, pace picking up inside you while their tongues fight each other for dominance – ending in heated smiles, always a draw. Nose to nose they watch each other, your face to the side on Steve’s chest.

“Spread her open for me, Harrington,” Eddie mumbles against his lips, leaning in for another greedy kiss before making the move to push up off your back. Steve pulls him back down eagerly, bicep flexing while he holds Eddie by the back of the head for another searing kiss, “Spread her open, huh? Like you do for me?” “Shut up,” Ed flushes, biting his lower lip while he looks down at him before pressing his lips to your cheek and pushing up. He holds you in place with one hand on the dip between your neck and shoulder, the other grazing down to your upper back. Steve hands slide down to your ass, gripping hard to spread you open from the bottom. With a little more space, Eddie’s pace quickens, your breaths punching in scattered rhythm when Steve plants his feet on the mattress to fuck up into you. “Ohmygod, oh my god fuck,” you cry out, “I c-can’t I’m gonna…oh fuck, I’m so – I’m so close don’...don’stop please.” “That’s it angel,” Steve encourages, “You’re doin’ so good.” “So good, baby,” Eddie adds on gruffly, “Really t-takin’ it.” Steve let’s go of one ass cheek to cup your face, thumb tracing over the supple skin in welcome gentleness. You lean down in a tired slump, lips marrying his – the mint of his mouthwash still on his tongue when it slides into your mouth. He groans through it, hips stuttering – adding more rigid stimulation against his cock while they both thrust deep inside you. You nearly go dumb when they both hit the same spot, clamping down over both of them while you see white. Tears well in your eyes while they fuck you through it, babbling like you’re possessed when the pleasure teeters on becoming too much past your orgasm. “Sh-shit oh, angel that’s it – fuck that pussy’s so..mmm -fuck,” he grunts, pressing his hips up against you while you feel him spill inside.

“Oh god,” Eddie whimpers out, the warmth from Steve’s release coating over his cock, making it slicker. Steve eases out, kissing you passionately while you suddenly feel empty without them both stretching you to the brim. “Get on your back for me, sweetheart,” Eddie instructs, soft and needy, “Wanna see you.” They gently get you on your back, back to soft kisses and touches like before. Eddie can tell you’re already two deep, not wanting to get you past the point of feeling good – and you’re close. “Can you take some more?” he asks, running his knuckles over your cheek, “It’s okay if you can’t.” “I can do it,” you rasp out, chuckling a little, “I’m very brave.” Eddie laughs, caging you in under him with Steve pressed to your side, “So brave, babydoll.” “I’ll go slow,” he nuzzles into your neck, bangs brushing against your ear, “M’still sorry.”

The three of you lay there under the sheets, collecting your breaths on the come down. Steve’s fingers are laced with yours while he lays on his stomach, Eddie’s hand rests on your waist while he lays on his side. “I have to pee,” you frown into the quiet. “Go pee,” Steve murmurs, half asleep into the pillow. “I can’t.” “Why?” Steve’s eyes open. “I’m too scared,” you whine, “I don’t wanna go by myself in the dark.” Steve lets out a famous Harrington sigh, “Do you need me to come with you?” “And do what? Yell at me to call the police if something bad happens?” Eddie giggles, stretching out on the bed, “She’s got a point Harrington.” “Eddie’s right, they’d outsmart you so fast,” you shrug, “Will you both come with me?” “Yeah,” they huff in unison, shuffling out of the covers and lazily finding their bottoms on the floor. They lead you down the hallway, feeling much better with both of them flanking your sides. And it helps of course, that they turned all the lights on.

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