I'm Going To Finally Get Back Into Writing. I Miss It To Much! I've Just Been So Busy

(via Alien Abduction Throw Pillow by sushycartoonz)

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It’s a rock star! Wait- No, that’s Eddie Munson the greatest Rockstar of all time! Now him and Steve both have little chibi’s, can’t wait to do more of these.

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I'm so glad I found your other blog bc I stay refreshing your page hoping for a new fic.

Yeah for now hun this is where I'll be posting until they fix everything and I might have to move over.

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Starting a series for my portfolio, will be drawing all sorts of constellations. I started with Pegasus and am moving along with Capricorn next!

I was chrissy today at work, because my girl deserves some respect like wtf is the costume named Hawkins Cheerleader 🙄 like it's stupid. Anyway, tons of kids liked my costume and I made a lot girls happy. Had some kids take pics. It was nice.

I am thinking about going back and rewriting this, but I don't know

Prey VS Predator | Steddie X Fem! Reader 18+ |

🔞⚠️ Warnings ⚠️🔞:explicit language, cursing, daddy kink, a little Halloween fun, stalker Steve, Steve being a mean daddy and pervy Eddie, a lot of smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, oral (male/fem receiving), voyeurism/watching/being watched, dom/sub dynamics, slight overstimulation

Summary: Steve and Eddie have always been a big fan of theatrics. However, close to Halloween they make a suggestion to change things up in your sex life, you didn't plan on them going through with it while you were at work. Leading to a very thrilling chase that ends with them pleasuring you for hours on end.

"Finally." You sigh in relief, "Closing time." The best part of the day had arrived. After a brief few hours of suffering you are more than enthusiastic about this time of day. Getting to go home, relax, make some time for your very needy boyfriends and maybe catch up on some things. Pulling the gate shut you glance over at the brightly lit 'Scoops Ahoy' sign. Steve and Robin were scrubbing away at the floor. Steve must've felt your piercing gaze because he looked up across the way over at you.

"Ahoy sailor!" Steve shouts across the way a smile pulling at the corner of your lips. Grabbing your keys and ducking under the security gate Steve watches as you hurry over to him. Robin still scrubbing away in the background. He glances over his shoulder, before sliding the gate aside to quickly peck your lips.

"I saw that!" Robin grumbled displease with the horny, childish behavior. The two of you grin like lovesick children and smiled. "Hey, I'll see you after I clean up. I told Robin I'd clean the ice cream tubs today so I'll be out around 9:45."

"M'kay." You agree leaning up to kiss him once more. God, Steve's lips were so soft. The faint taste of cherry and vanilla still present on his lips. When you pulled away Steve was smiling. You reached up and run your fingers through his hair checking to make sure Robin wasn't listening. "I've got some books to put up on the shelves anyway. I'll be waiting for you and Eddie by the food court." With that said Steve kisses you one last time before he gets back to scrubbing the remnants of spilled ice cream and sprinkles.

You walk back over to your store just as the phone line rings, "Ugh, stupid customers." Reaching for the phone and answering with a huff. "Books Galore, this is Y/N speaking to tell you were closed."

"Aww, that's to bad. I was hoping to see that really hot chic who works there." You scoff at the comment.

"Eddie!" You whine. "I told you to stop calling the store after hours, you're gonna get me in trouble."

"What if I like trouble, baby?" He replied. Smug little shit he was. Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson were your terrible duo. They both always had bad ideas and an even worse sense of humor.

"You're such a pain in the ass, Eds." You grumbled through the phone. Eddie laughed.

"Sorry, baby." He apologizes though it was probably another open-ended apology for him to do the same shit again.

"Why did you call, Eddie?" You ask turning back to task at hand of stacking books on their proper shelves.

He chuckled, "Wanted to let you know I'd be running late today. Had a little trouble."

"Okay, are you okay, Eddie?" Your usual quirky and caring boyfriend was acting a bit odd. His voice was low, husky, as he spoke. "You sound.. different?" You posed it as a question.

He only chuckled in response. "Do I?" You heard his voice again on the other line. As you were about to say something else, you heard the line go dead. Did he hang up? With a huff, you put the phone back and slowly continued to close up. With each of your men being late, you didn't really need to rush. Continuing with the task of setting the empty boxes in the back for them to be dumped the next morning. In this process you noticed the back door had been left cracked open.

“What…?” Dropping the box that was in your hand rushing to pull it shut with a loud THUD. You sighed, “Shit.” It was only open just by a crack, so the worst thing that would’ve snuck in was a fly. Walking back to the register it was time to begin the count for the safe deposit. As you do this there is a sort of overwhelming dread that pools in your gut. Trying to put all focus on counting the money, you lose focus and glance over at Scoops Ahoy. Maybe catching a glimpse of Steve would put all fears you had to an end. However, there was no Steve and definitely no Robin the mop bucket he’d just used was set haphazardly on the floor which was very unlike Steve.

"Steve? Robin?" You called out. There was no answer. Maybe Steve went into the bathroom or something? "Fuck.." You physically shook your head to clear out the anxiety and moved on to fully close the security gate.

Halfway through closing it the gate screeched to a halt. "What the-" You noticed the metal gate wasn't shutting fully. "Fucking shit!" You cursed in frustration. Something that should've been fixed a week ago had never gotten done. As you attempt to push it down further the phone rings again. “Fuck Eddie..” You muttered already tired of tonight’s endless bullshit.

"Ugh! Hold on!" You snap, forcing the gate down. It finally went down with a loud clang and immediately locked into place. Then, you stormed over to the phone and picked it up. “Sorry we’re closed!”

"That's not a proper way to talk to a stranger young lady." A raspy voice scolds you over the phone. You froze, "Who's this?"

"No one you know. Or maybe you do."

You looked around the cashier's desk to see if anyone had snuck into the store. "Listen, I'm going to hang up. It's been a long day and we're closed."

"I don't give a fuck if the store is closed. You're about to be split open."

"Ugh!" You hung up and half-laughed at the audacity of that guy. "Jesus Christ.."

You finally finished with the cash and grabbed the keys. Bending down to grab your purse and jacket you scoff. Steve and Eddie are going to owe you a drink later. When you stand back up and look at the gate you freeze. It's open. Wide open.

"But... What?" You walk slowly to the gate and look around. There was no one inside the mall that you could see. And how did you not hear it come open?

You walk out of the store and into the open. Okay, it was definitely time to go home. Then from home you could file a complaint. "Steve!" You call out his name as you dart over to his own store. You rap your knuckles on the gate, "Steve please!"

You sighed in relief when his familiar face rounded the corner. "Baby, you look as pale as a ghost."

"Yeah, this weirdo scared me on the phone."

"Aw, you got scared?" Steve cooed down at you as he sauntered over and leaned on the gate. You couldn’t believe he was choosing now to be an arrogant little shit

"Yeah! You should have heard him. I think he threatened to kill me."

He didn't look to serious about the situation. "Then the back door and.. and the gate." As you explained it became increasingly clear that Steve didn't seem to be taking it seriously.

"Baby, just relax. You're just getting worked up about nothing. Why don't you go to the food court and sit down."

You whimper, not willing nor wanting to be on your own at the moment. "Steve, I'm scared."

He walked off without a second thought and you whined. Steve was obviously in a bad mood tonight, but you knew better than to argue. Overcoming your current fears and sense of dread you slowly walk towards the food court. On your way you pass the game store Eddie was working at. Part of you wanted to see if he was still in, but you didn't want to disobey Steve. You just leaned over to see if you could spot him, but unfortunately, it was completely closed. But wait.. if it was closed, where was Eddie? "Eddie?" You called out softly. Two hands suddenly grabbed you by the waist and you let out a horrified scream. Chest heaving as you turn around to swing at whoever dares to touch you. A very confused, but concerned Eddie stands there hands up in the hair. "Woah, woah, easy sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare yah."

"Eddie.." You were relieved and immediately collapsed into his arms. The familiar scent of smoke, pine, and mint filling your senses.

"What's got you so on edge, princess?" His fingers run through your hair and he rests his chin atop your head.

"Someone's scaring me and Steve doesn't care." You whined.

"He doesn't? Dump him."

"Eddie that's not funny. Why are you both dismissing my concerns so quickly?" You whined. "It's not funny and I feel like shit!"

"I'm sorry, babe! I was just joking. Trying to cheer you up." Eddie claimed a grin forming on his lips. The brunette was acting a bit odd, if not more so than his counterpart.

You weren't feeling too comforted by Eddie now either. "Was it you on the phone?" You find yourself asking. Eddie had pulled pranks on Steve and you before. Having such a knack for scaring people it always bothered you deep down. "Yeah, I called you earlier-"

You shake your head and pull away. "No, was it you on the phone threatening me."

"Why would I want to kill you?" Eddie scoffed.

"I don't know, you say stupid shit-- hold on." You paused and looked at Eddie with wide eyes. "I never told you about what he said."

"Baby." He furrowed his brows as he looked down at you. The pieces had begun to fit together. Eddie's game store connected to yours through the back door. He was the one who had a direct line to your phone. You couldn't believe it, "Eddie.. how could you do that to me?"

"Do what?" Eddie asked. You shook your head and started to walk towards the mall entrance doors. The boys were being a bunch of assholes towards you for no reason. You didn't care if you had to hitchhike home. This was not okay and it was bullshit.

As you reached the doors and pushed nothing happened. "The fuck?" You gave shove after another against the doors, but they didn't budge. Eddie huffed, "Quit playing around, Y/N. If you wanna leave then leave-"

"I can't the door is-" When you looked back there was a strange figure moving behind Eddie in the distance, "...locked.." You trailed off. The figure was closing in fast.

"Eddie!" You tried to warn him. Eddie looked around, and somehow, the figure slunked behind one of the many decorations and plants throughout the mall. "Oh come on! He was just behind you!" You argued.

You were growing frustrated and decided to just leave Eddie there on his own. "You both aren't getting head for a week!" You snapped at Eddie, but hoped Steve could hear as well. He watched you walk off towards the back entrance arms crossed and teeth grit in anger. "Fuck." He hissed quietly. You had made your way back past the bookstore and Scoops Ahoy. This time all the lights were out. The store was closed? Why didn't Steve meet you back at the foodcourt? Something wasn't right about tonight. Eddie was being a piece of shit and Steve was being dismissive two very unnatural behaviors from both boys. Was it because it was Halloween?

"I just wanna go home." You whined to yourself and thought maybe you should just picklock your way out of here. Worst case scenario, you'd text security and they'd get you out of here. As you finally made it to the other side of the mall and went to push on the doors they were locked to. "Shit! Stupid door!" You curse. From your right you heard a crash followed by glass breaking. "Hello?!" You call out slowly walking towards the noise.

"Eddie? Steve?!" You called out. What if they got hurt? You could never forgive yourself if they got hurt or worse while you stormed off. "Fuck, answer me, guys!" You called out. From around the corner a dark figure appeared. It wasn't Eddie or Steve. It was some sicko in a Halloween costume, "Uhmm I'm looking for a way out.." You began, but are cut off when the figure starts sprinting towards you.

"Fuck!" You ran in the opposite direction as fast as you could. Unfortunately, the figure was taller, therefore had longer legs than you and could run faster. He tackled you to the ground and flipped you over on your back, clamping a gloved hand around your mouth so you couldn't scream.

You let out a scream into the palm of the hand although it was silenced. Their weight kept you pinned to the ground and not feeling like being a victim tonight you reach your leg beck and kick the fucker between his legs. The person let out a pained groan and lost their grip on you allowing for you to sprint off. However your cut off by the same figure. Glancing back the other one is still very much recovering from the damage dealt to his balls. However, the other was up and ready to go. You noticed the furniture store's side door was open and made a run for it.

As you ran, you could hear the second figure was close behind. Tears pricking in your eyes, you try and run past all the furniture and weave your way to an exit. Unfortunately, the second grabs your hair just as you enter the couch section of the store. He pins you on the couch in the dark and makes sure your legs are pinned.

You let out a pathetic whine struggling against the masked figure. Managing to free your hand you reach up and punch the attacker in the face. "Aw, Shit!" A voice whines.

You freeze up a little, the voice sounding eerily familiar. You struggle again, but this time he growls at you. "Just fucking keep still."

"Steve?!" You cannot believe this for a second.

A chuckle escapes him as he removes his mask. You stare up at him horrified, "Steve what's going on?"

"She fucking kicked me in the balls!" You look over your shoulder and watch the second figure approach and remove their mask. Eddie?

“Surprise, baby girl.” Eddie smirks. No, this couldn’t be happening. Had they done all this just to scare you?

"You fucking deserved it, asshole!" You cried. "You scared the shit out of me, I can't believe you two! Let me go! I want to go home!" 

"Babe, no--"

Your eyes were focused up on Steve."Fuck you! I hate this! I just want to go home without you! I don't wanna see you!" You were livid. They put you through a nightmare that most people don't wake up from. It was shitty and they didn't even bother to give into the concerns you had earlier.

"No, fuck you!" Steve hissed back at you making you bite your tongue. Steve rested his hands by your head as he peered down at you."This was all your idea, baby." 

"Sure was." Eddie agreed. His gloved hands find their way to your shoulders. Gently rubbing them as you take in the information. "Remember?" You shake your head and the two lock eyes with each other. Eddie decides to elaborate. "You, me, and Steve were watching that horror movie and you," Eddie's fingers wrapped around your throat squeezing it as Steve watched. Eddie was so pretty when he was angry, eyes dark with lust, and lips carefully whispering every word. 

 "You, naughty thing," Eddie pressed a kiss to your jaw making you squirm, "Told us how completely arousing it was to be chased around, going on about how horror was the greatest form of foreplay." Eddie's lips were dangerously close to your ear as he whispered each word. Steve chuckles, "Then you went on about how Halloween was around the corner and would be fun if we tried it. But we," Steve gestures between himself and Eddie," We decided how much fun it would be if you didn't expect it."

However, this wasn't how you had wanted it to happen. "That's the thing princess." Eddie cooes, "We didn't want you to know. We wanted you to have a bit of a thrill. Something about the adrenaline pumping through you affects how aroused you are. That rush got you going didn't it?" He asked lips curling up into a grin. You now noticed how trapped you were between Steve's legs that rested on either side of your hip preventing you from escaping. Eddie's grip on your throat wasn't letting up either.

"But.. I thought I was gonna be killed. That's not hot." You whined, reaching up to rest on Eddie's hand on your throat. "I was so scared."

"I'm sorry baby." Steve leaned down to kiss you while Eddie's grip started cutting off the oxygen to your brain a little bit. Everything was becoming foggy. What was going on? The mix between those soft lips and the lack of oxygen was affecting the way your thinking. You wanted to be mad, but it felt so good. Eddie and Steve were always so attentive to you but not like this. You moaned softly into the kiss, Steve's lips left the lingering taste of vanilla against your tongue and he chuckled. "You look so pretty, princess." The blissful feeling Steve's kiss left behind was cut short by Eddie.

Letting out a short whine when Steve pulled away, his hands roaming up your sides slowly. "You, know you really pissed me off back there." Eddie hissed in your ear. Your chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

"I'm sorry--" You whimpered lips trembling in fear of being in trouble.

"Sorry doesn't heal the bruise you left on my fucking balls." Eddie grit out removing his hands from your throat, the flow of oxygen rushing back into your lungs making your head spin. "But maybe you should try to make it better with that smart mouth." He stands up and removes his gloves, tossing them aside.

Steve smirks down at you and laughs. "So much for 'no head for a week' huh, princess?" The way he managed to make you feel so little was intoxicating. Steve was always the one in charge. Eddie could make suggestions but Steve was always in control. "I did catch her first, Munson. But I'll let you have her mouth, I've been waiting to taste this sweet little pussy all night." It was very rare you got to hear Harrington be so vulgar. He normally was a passionate man, but not tonight. Not with the way you ran them in circles.

You didn't even know what to do, let alone say. Eddie however was quick to let you in on his plan. "Flip her over, eat it from the back. I'm gonna fuck her throat." Eddie's voice was gruff. Steve took you by the arms and flipped you so that you were on your stomach, shoving a pillow under you so your ass was angled in the air. Eddie cooed down at you, "You've been a little brat today. Got anything to say for yourself?" All you can manage is a pitiful apology. 

Good thing they had caught you in the furniture store. Things were about to get real out of hand. It would be highly uncomfortable anywhere else. The sound of belt unbuckling brings you from the trance you were in. Catching Eddie's and yours attention. Steve takes his belt and pulls both arms behind your back and loops his belt around them. "No more fighting from you tonight, sweetheart. We have had enough of that today. You're going to do what we say and when we say it, got it?" Eddie loved it when Steve got like this. It made his cock harder than it already was. You nodded and Steve delivered a quick pop to your ass.

"Respond, properly." He demanded.

Eddie watched as you got all flustered trying to respond.

"Y-Yes, Daddy." Your voice was a little hoarse from being choked earlier. 

"Good girl." Eddie praises. He grabbed your hair near your scalp, bringing it closer to his crotch. He unbuckled his pants with one hand and tugged his boxers down. You stare up at him, with wide eyes at the cock that springs free. For someone like Eddie he was always talked a big game, but only you got to experience it. None of the girls at Hawkins High would ever believe that Eddie Munson was truly a freak in the bedroom. 

He sighed in relief, "Doesn't he have such a pretty cock, baby?" Steve questions hands busy moving your dress out of the way. 

"Yes." You moaned quietly. Earning another pop to your ass making you cry out.

"Don't tell me. Tell him, look him in the eyes and say it."

Tonight was definitely different and the boy's behavior was proof of that. Eddie was just ready to fuck your throat and Steve was going devour you like his last meal. "Y-Your cock is pretty, Eddie."

"Such a slut. She'll do anything I tell her to. Right baby?" Steve inquired and you nodded eagerly. "Go ahead, Eds." 

 "Come on, pretty girl. Open up." You look up at his soft brown orbs gazing down at you, hazed over with lust. "Come on." He encourages again. Steve pushes up the skirt of your dress and delivers yet another smack to your ass, yet again making you yelp out in pain giving Eddie the chance to shove himself inside your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened and he sighed lips parting as his hips thrust forward, shoving his cock further down your throat.

"See, that wasn't hard. Was it, angel?" Steve's fingers are already teasing the hem of your panties ready to rid you of them. You squeaked in surprise as he thrust into your mouth, but it was so erotic, you didn't care. Just as Eddie got what he wanted, you could feel Steve completely rip your underwear off and dove tongue first into your pussy. The way his tongue moved was making you weak in the knees.

Your moans had adverse effects on Eddie as he was inside your mouth. The vibrations from your little noises fueled his pleasure. "Fuck, Steve. If you keep that up I'm going to cum down her throat." Steve pulled away, letting out a chuckle.

"God, do it. Make a mess." Steve groaned. Eddie grabbed your hair with both hands and thrusted in and out of your mouth. 

"Fuck.. oh fuck.." He panted. "Take it, baby.. such a little slut."

You were completely riding the high that came with being pleased at both ends. Both of your boys were. Taking care of you in a way you didn't think was quite possible before. 

Steve took a break from his assault on your clit and leaned over your back to grab Eddie's chin. His lips captured his and Eddie groaned as his dick twitched in your mouth. Steve bit at the metalhead's bottom limp earning a soft moan from him. He pulled back and looked him in the eyes, "Who's my pretty boy, hm?"

Eddie whines, "I-I am."

"That's right, pretty boy." Steve praises as his fingers brush over your clit electing a whine from you. "You close?" He asks gently, caressing his cheek. Eddie's speed in fucking your throat picks up as he whimpers pathetically.

"F-Fuck.. shit.." He cursed. Steve taps his cheek, and Eddie's eyes flick back up to him. "Yes." He replied almost in a whisper. Steve's fingers dug into the skin of Eddie's cheeks and he growled.

"Good, then fucking cum down that pretty bitch's little throat." He demanded. Eddie held your head in place as he shoved his cock all the way down your throat. He grit his teeth as he came. "Fuck!" Steve smiled and let go of Eddie. He slowly pulls out of your mouth managing to swallow every drop, some leaking down your chin.

"Good boy. Now pull up a chair." Steve sits back and pulls you with him. Your back pressed flush against his chest, arms still tied with his belt. You are placed in his lap legs dropped over each of his own. Eddie quickly grabs a chair from one of the furniture displays and takes a seat in front of you and Steve.

He holds the skirt of your dress up so Eddie has a full view of your pretty little cunt. He's practically drooling at the sight. Thank God this store's cameras never worked, because whoever was watching would get a full show.

Eddie slouched back in the chair, legs spread as he gripped his cock. Steve's careful fingers tease your clit leaving you a moaning mess as Eddie watches on stroking his cock. To them you were the prettiest like this, out on display, for them to use and touch freely.  "Mmm, Steve.." You rock your hips forward to obtain more friction. Which only earns you a pinch to your little bud.

Eddie's lips curling up into a smirk as he locks eyes with Steve. Watching as your body trembles beneath his grasp. "That's not how you say my name, angel." He growled in your ear.

"Daddy." You sigh out lout as his fingers get back to work torturing your clit. As he picks up the pace that oh so familiar feeling begins to coil in your abdomen. Steve could tell as the little moans, and whimpers became more desperate louder.

As Eddie watches his hand tightens around his cock picking up the pace as Steve does. Stroking himself in rhythm with the circular movements on your clit. 

Steve was so smug as he watched on, leaving wet kisses along your jaw and neck, nipping at the skin. "D-Daddy… I'm-"

"Are you,slut? Huh? Going to cum all over Daddy's fingers while he watches huh?" You whimpered at his words. "Such a dirty girl. You like being watched don't you, angel?"

"Yeah she does." Eddie agrees watching as her walls flutter, on the verge of her orgasm. Steve smirked he knew the day that he and Eddie picked you out to be theirs you'd be perfect and tonight was proof. 

"Then cum." At that exact moment you feel as if your world comes crashing down. Eddie looks on as Steve's fingers continue to rub at your clit as you cum. 

"Fuck, Daddy! I-I'm…" You whimper and he shushes you kissing your cheek as he helps you ride through your first orgasm of the night. It was going to be a long night after all.

"There we go, angel. Shh, that's it. That's my girl." Eddie halts his movements and stands up. 

Your head leans back against Steve's shoulder trying to catch your breath when he speaks up. "Now, baby. Who do you want first? Eddie or Daddy."

Your eyes flick between the two boys and you can only whine out a name, "Eds, I want you."

"Hear that pretty boy she wants your cock first." Eddie had already came. Steve always came before him and he knew that.

"But, Stevie." Eddie tries to argue as Steve stands up and positions you as he wants on the couch. Arms still fastened behind your back, which was trapped between the cushions and your own body, legs still spread, closing them surely would get you in trouble.

"No buts, pretty boy. Do it." Steve now takes a seat in the chair, legs crossed over another as Eddie makes his way over to you. You and Eddie lock eyes as his hands carefully guide his cock into your walls. 

"Shit!" He cursed. The way your walls tightened around him would've usually made him cum on the spot, but he'd already warmed up, therefore could last longer. Which was exactly what Steve wanted. 

He had planned this from the get go. Telling Eddie where to go and which way to run to so he could get to you last. Steve wanted to be the one to catch you and the last to fuck you.

You sigh as Eddie fills you to the brim hitting that magical spot inside you. His lips capture yours in a heated but sloppy kiss as he begins to thrust his hips forward. "Eddie, you better fuck her like you mean it." Steve spoke up. The silence fell around afterwards as the sound of skin on skin filled the room. 

"There we go, now it's a fucking show." Steve encourages the scene before him. Watching his boyfriend fuck the daylights out of their girl. "Come on, Munson. You're always going on and on about how good you are. Let's see it."

Eddie's fingers dig into the side of your hips as he picks up the pace at Steve's relentless teasing. "Eddie." You moaned softly struggling at the resistance that the belt provided you. "Please.." 

"Baby, just fucking keep quiet." He snapped at you with one hand coming up to grip your throat. You let out a moan and he chuckled. "Now I know why you picked me, princess. Thinking I'd let you out of your restraints huh?" You whimpered and shook your head at the accusation.

"Choosing me over Steve cause I'm nicer huh? Is that it?" He suddenly out of nowhere had switched temperaments throwing you for a loop. Steve chuckled as Eddie suddenly picked up the pace. He unbuckled his belt and removed his own cock stroking it as he watched the two of you. 

He swiped his thumb over the tip and slowly stroked himself to full hardness. God, he could watch you get fucked for hours. It was his own personal show all put on by you and Eddie. Tonight though he needed to feel your mouth around him. 

"Stop." He orders. Shocking both parties as he stood up, circling around the two before speaking. 

"Pull out. I've got an idea." Steve finally elaborated as he pushed Eddie aside and helped adjust to your lack of mobility. He places you down on your knees before him and looks back to Eddie. "Now, baby boy. You fuck her while she warms my cock with that smart little mouth of hers." He explained and Eddie is quick to pull your hips back to him as he slides back in with ease.

Steve sighs as your lips wrap around his cock, revealing in the warmth provided. "Fuck, angel. Your mouth is just as warm as your pussy." Steve compliments fingers brushing through your hair reassuringly as Eddie works on taking you from behind. The moans going muffled by Steve's cock down your throat.

"God, Harrington. She's so fuckin' tight."

Eddie grunts.

"That's because she's a slut. She likes being stuffed and filled." He replied nonchalantly. "Don't you baby?" His eyes are on you, mouth filled with his cock, and unable to respond or struggle. It made him feel in control of something he never got outside of the bedroom at work or around the gang, but here. What he said would be what goes.

His eyes were half-lidded and clouded with a feral hunger. Eddie was practically fucking you down on his cock. "God, Steve, she's squeezing me. I think she's getting ready to cum."

"Yeah, is that right?" Steve looked down at you and watched you shut your eyes to avoid looking at him. He pulls you off his cock by your hair and you grit your teeth to prevent yourself from whining. "You ready to come, angel?"

"Yes, Steve, please." You beg. "I'm sorry I've been such a brat, just let me cum again." He chucked at the pathetic attempt, but would allow it this time. 

"Go ahead and cum then, princess." You let out a strangled cry as your walls fluttered around Eddie's cock buried deep within you. Steve starts stroking his cock ready to cum with you, "Open baby." You take him in your mouth moaning around him as Steve finishes inside your mouth and Eddie inside you. His hips slowed and he sighed.

 "Fucking hell, sweetheart." He groans finally after coming for a second time tonight. You lock eyes with Steve as he comes down your throat letting out his own string of curses.

"Fuck! You're such a dirty fucking girl." He hissed. You whimpered around him, but swallowed what he'd given you. The torture was finally over and Eddie moves to undo the belt allowing you to climb up into Steve's lap. His fingers brush back your hair and he kisses your forehead.  "Good girl. You did so well tonight." He praises and Eddie flops down on the couch next to them completely spent. 

"Fuck, that was hot. We've gotta do that again.." He sighs. Going to light a cigarette as you curl up in Steve's lap. He snatches the cig and tosses it. 

"What the hell Steve?!" The metalhead huffed.

"Sprinklers." He replied gently, running his hand over your back in calming circles. "You okay, baby?"

You reply in a quiet voice, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good, both of you did very well." The rest of the night was spent at Eddie's trailer cleaning up and relaxing on the bed. You curled up between your two boys.

The very next morning Steve awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. He opened his eyes searching for the both of you, turns out Eddie had gotten up, but you were still tuckered out. Eddie came back to the room with two plates of food. "Sorry." He apologized noticing Steve was wide awake.

He sets one plate down and leans down to kiss him on the lips. 

"Morning, Eds." Steve grumbled and they stare at you adoringly as he takes the plate from Eddie's hands.

"She really must be tired huh?" He asked Steve with a grin and he chuckled. "I'd be to if I got brutally fucked." Harrington joked lightly and Eddie had the biggest smirk on his face. 

"Ugh, later Munson." Steve grumbled and Eddie chuckled. 

I know this is a writing blog, but let me share this little gem from NCIS S3: E20

ENJOY

Stay Closed Promo

Notes: this is my own original work and characters, please do not copy, translate, or steal anything from my works.

“Another day in hell,” Steve grunts, reaching for a box of party favors, “There’s no way it could get any worse.”

“Well, if you keep talking instead of moving your ass then it’ll get worse.” Lila comments from her spot at the bottom of the ladder. Steve cranes his head to look back down at her and grins.

“Aww don’t be such a party pooper, babes.” He teases, but turns back to get to work on moving the box of favors.

Lila scoffs in response, “I’m not. I just don’t want our asses to be grass.” 

“You think that Stan  really gives a shit about this place? Let alone us?” Steve inquires, climbing down the ladder with the box in tow. 

“Eh,” She shrugs while taking the box, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re not. Still, I wanna keep my ass in check.” 

Steve rolls his eyes as her back is to him. Lila sets the box down and starts digging, until she releases a sigh, “Aha! One left!” She has plucked a packet of tacky, green dotted, set of plates from the box. “Fifty a pack. Our customer will be satisfied.”

Steve chuckles and snatches the item from her. “All that for some ugly plates.”

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If a man ever gives me a cheesy pet name, I will literally suck the soul from his body.

Creativity comes in different forms. They don't own Eddie so it's not theirs to complain about. If they have a problem perhaps they should stay off the internet

Do you ever worry about being accused of copying someone else’s fic or writing?

All the time, but I mean there is only so much you can do with one character. I don't think my fics are similar to other writers, even though I've done the common tropes here and there. Has someone done this to you?