this can be read standalone (with @steddiebingo prompts "actor AU" and "marriage" leading the way), but it's technically a companion/epilogue for Natural Progression, a modern Hollywood AU I finished last year!
rating: T | wc: 1,104 | ao3
tags: movie star steve, rockstar eddie, established steddie, background buckingham, wedding day, fluff
In a few weeks, when a lucky paparazzo catches Hollywood’s favorite power couple by baggage claim at the Burbank airport, each of them with a conspicuous new piece of jewelry, the tabloids will speculate about a sudden elopement. But it’s far from sudden; they’ve been planning this for years.
At this exact moment, movie star Steve Harrington is in his kitchen—not in LA, but in a cabin just outside of Hawkins, Indiana that he bought a few years ago with the Crown Prince of Pain, frontman of metal juggernaut Corroded Coffin and Oscar-nominated film composer Eddie Munson. They’re starting to dissipate now, but Steve’s friends have been rushing in and around the house for the past couple hours, pausing occasionally to either congratulate him or ask for a last-minute decision to be made. On most of those decisions, he couldn’t care less. He’s just happy they’ll be heading out to Lover’s Lake soon.
He’s happy he’ll finally get to call Eddie his husband.
That said, it would be nice if he could remember where he put his goddamn vows. The last place he remembers seeing them is under the vase on the dining table, hidden in plain sight.
As Robin walks in, Steve asks, “Hey, have you seen—?”
She holds a folded-up piece of paper in front of his face. “Eddie told me to hold onto ’em until you were ready to go.”
He smiles and takes them from her. “Thanks.”
“Apparently he can’t be trusted knowing where they are. He’s too tempted to make sure his vows are equal to yours in sincerity.” Rolling her eyes, she adds, “As if his sense of humor isn’t why you fell in love with him.”
“If he doesn’t make me laugh at least once, I’m calling the whole thing off,” Steve quips.
“What about this, though?” She taps the page in his hand and teases, “Shouldn’t you be off-book by now?”
“I wanted to go over them one more time,” he whines, half-joking. “I mean, it’s one of the most important days of my life, and I only get one take. What if I flub a line?” He says it as if his most recent job wasn’t in live theatre (an off-Broadway modernization of Streetcar).
“Just speak from the heart, dingus.” With a sweeping gesture, Robin straightens her spine and does her best impression of him to declare, “I take thee, Eddie Munson, to be my husband. I beg you to be the Crown Prince of Pain-in-my-ass, so long as we both shall live.”
“Sorry, Bucks. I’m already spoken for.”
Steve’s head whirls around and finds Eddie in the kitchen entryway, grinning from ear to ear. He’s already in his suit—black leather sport coat over a sheer, wine-colored shirt—and he has his curls pinned back at the temples. It’s a look he knows Steve adores, because it means he can see his face better.
“Pretty sure Chris might have something to say about it, too,” he adds.
Robin blushes. “I should get back to her. Poor thing got stuck listening to the pitch while I came to check on you.”
“Jesus Christ. We’re fine here. Go save her,” Steve laughs. It’s not that Dustin’s idea is bad; it’s just that he can talk about it for hours if left with someone as quiet and polite as Chrissy. It’s unfortunate he’s yet to meet a producer with her same demeanor.
“See you lakeside?” Robin says.
“We’ll be the ones with the rings,” Steve replies, waving her on. As she disappears, he holds up the folded copy of his vows and raises his eyebrows at his fiancé. “So. You wanted to take a peek, huh?”
“No! Is that what Robin said?”
“I’m kidding. It’s sweet you wanted to keep yourself from looking.”
“Sure.”
“I mean it,” he says, crowding into Eddie’s space now that they’re alone. “I know how nosy you are.”
“Not any nosier than you,” Eddie counters, but there’s no bite to it. He chuckles, letting Steve pull him closer by his belt. “And half as willing to mess up my outfit, apparently,” he purrs.
“Who said anything about messing up your outfit?” Steve murmurs.
“You didn’t have to. I know that look,” Eddie says.
Steve abruptly takes a step back. He knows he’s a good actor—partly from the hardware in his office at the LA house, but also because he’s mastered an expression that toes the line between pout and smirk. He adopts it now and hums thoughtfully. “What if I just wanted to give you a preview of tonight?”
“Well, you know previews these days. They give away the whole plot,” Eddie teases.
“Since when do you leave a handjob on the table?”
“Since you threatened to withhold the ring if I got anything on my suit before the ceremony.”
“I said that before I remembered how hot you are in it. Now I just want to ruin it,” Steve says.
Giggling, Eddie offers, “How ’bout this? First chance we get during the reception, we sneak off. Party still going in the next room.” His eyes twinkle, telling Steve how real the proposal is. “We can start this marriage the same way we started it all.”
Steve grins, recalling the night they agreed to start seeing each other as more than friends. He remembers the hotel conference room at a Hollywood wrap party, a thin wall and a flimsy door separating them from the other cast and crew. He remembers the smooth leather of Eddie’s jacket, the carpet under his knees, the first time he ever felt Eddie pass his lips…
“That’s not a bad idea,” he muses.
“When have I ever had a bad idea?” Eddie says.
Steve quirks an eyebrow. “The Ozzy biopic?”
Playfully refusing to budge, Eddie insists, “I still think you could pull it off.”
“Nobody wants to hear my Brummie dialect.”
“I don’t know. I like it.”
“Nobody else wants to hear it,” Steve amends.
“Fair point,” Eddie relents with a smirk. Then he wrinkles his nose and leans in to peck Steve on the lips—the usual end to this silly debate—before continuing, “We should get a move on. Don’t wanna be late to our own wedding.”
“What’s that thing you always say? ‘A wizard is never late’? Shouldn’t that apply to grooms on their wedding day, too?”
He scoffs. “You try telling Nancy she got stuck waiting at the dock because you were too bricked up to let me out of the house on time.”
“Fine,” Steve sighs, overdramatizing his disappointment to make Eddie chuckle again.
Secret Underneath: Part 13 (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)
Warnings: Warnings: Older (Mid thirties) Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Young (Early to mid 20s) Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, daddy kink (obvs), lots of little touches and flirting out in public, semi public fingering (in the back of a limo, f-receiving), oral (f & m receiving), p in v, light spanking.
FLUFF especially near the end, the love each other very much <3
ANGST, both boys get kinda thrown off when asked about you on live tv and they definitely have some thoughts, Y/N mentions reading hate comments on her socials (one very brief mention of her weight), Cliffhanger ending because I can.
Word Count: 5948
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“Oh my God, Eddie, it has been an absolute pleasure speaking with you today.”
“Yeah, um, of course, thanks for having me, Bryce. It’s a bit weird, you know, doing an interview without the guys but…”, the rockstar chuckles nervously, fingers fiddling with the new bracelet you bought him for your one-year anniversary.
“I completely understand! Don’t think about it as an interview but just two friends having a conversation.”, the interviewer jests, his laugh grinding the other man’s nerves as he forces a smile. “Speaking of friends, how’s Steve…Steve Harrington, everyone…how’s he doing?”
“Uh, you know, he’s Steve.”, Eddie chuckles. “He’s got his whole building thing and that all just goes way over my head.”
“I can imagine. You guys must be pretty close though, right?”
“Um, I mean…I’ve known him since we were kids but when you grow up in a small town everyone knows everyone.”
“True very true.”, the man laughs again. “But then again you have to be super close to be in a shared relationship right?” The long-haired man blinks at the question. “At least I believe that’s what the kids call it! Hahaha…how IS Y/N, by the way?”
Eddie sits up straighter, eyes briefly flicking to his agent and publicist who plead with their own eyes for him to behave.
“She’s perfect. I love every minute I get to spend with her; she makes me feel the happiest I’ve ever been.”
“Awww…that’s amazing! How is she adjusting to this kind of lifestyle? I bet it’s kind of hard going from the average life of a teacher to dating a multimillion-dollar mogul and a rockstar who is constantly observed and scrutinized. Being such heartthrobs, I imagine people online have their opinions.”
“Well, Bryce, to be honest, I don’t give a *bleep* what people say online because to me she’s *bleep*-ing perfect. She’s beautiful, kind, and a *bleep*-ing amazing teacher. Y/N’s never been *bleep*-ing average. She’s a badass queen who deserves the world and if anyone has a *beep*ing problem with that they know how to reach me.”
As Eddie finishes his monologue, he confidently leans back in his seat while everyone in the studio stares with wide eyes except for his team who shakes their heads as they sigh in frustration.
***
Steve grumbles in annoyance from the studio he was being forced to sit in as the interviewer from the news program he was being asked to appear on babbles in his ear.
Vibration fills the room and out of habit he searches for his phone before remembering his assistant has it in her grasp.
“Is it Y/N?”, he mouths, head tilting in curiosity when she tells him no but her large irises tell another story. “Everything ok?”
“Mr. Munson.”, was all she silently mouthed back, worry flooding him as he begins to stand until a producer pushes him back onto the stool he had been waiting on.
“Alright, Mr. Harrington, and we’re live in 3…2…”
The moment she points his way, the mogul hears the interviewer greet him politely from the earpiece.
“Thank you for having me, Candace.”, he grins, irises flicking towards the little monitor that showed him a visual of who he was talking to. “It’s always good to be here.”
The interview went on as normal with her asking him questions about his business with the occasional inquiry about something happening with some other rich prick and their finances that he could care less about.
Just before they were about to wrap-up however…
“Now, Mr. Harrington, before I let you run off have you seen what happened an hour ago on the Good Morning Program with best friend and famous musician of Corroded Coffin Eddie Munson?”
“Uh.” Steve pauses as he briefly glances towards his assistant. “No, I didn’t. I, um, I barely have time to sleep lately let alone catch anything on tv.”, he tries to play off, the interviewer laughing at his remark.
“I can imagine, I can imagine. It seems Bryce Gray asked him some questions about your shared partnership with Miss Y/N Y/L/N and let’s just say he didn’t hold anything back!”
At your name, the mogul’s jaw tightened, the silver bracelet you had recently bought him for your anniversary coming into view from under his expensive suit as his long fingers curled in anger around his knee while the clip of his friend’s interview played.
“Any thoughts?”
“With that line of questioning, I think he answered fairly well. Our relationship is no one’s business but ours.”
“I mean, people are going to have questions—”
“Then they can ask me or Eddie and not involve her. We know how to handle all this and have been trained in it—”
“Like Gina Frost.”
Everyone on Steve’s team in the room held their breath as his assistant gasped lightly, the mogul himself laughing sarcastically as he sat up straighter.
“One of the many reasons we love Y/N is how sweet she is like my best friend mentioned. She would never come onto a news program and theorize about why her exes are with someone who’s different from her. She’d never spread lies for attention or manipulate people to get what she wants. She’d never go online or sit in a news station and talk about someone else’s appearance. She’s honest, loyal almost to fault, and faces things head on which is a *beep*-ing inspiration if you ask me.”
“Mr. Harrington, I need to remind you we are on tv and live.”
“Oh I’m aware. The FCC and network can bill me.”, he hisses, digging into his suit pocket and producing a couple of fifty-dollar bills. “I’m saying this here and now so no one is mistaken or confused. Eddie and I love Y/N. That’s all you people need to know when it comes to us three and if you have problem with that…then you know where to *beep*ing find me.”
With that he throws his money towards the camera and rises to his feet, yanking off his microphone.
***
“I’m not gonna lie, Y/N, but that was hot to watch.”
“Mya.”, you lightly scold, sighing into your phone as you scroll through the tv, passing multiple outlets showing pictures of you three. “I don’t want them to get in trouble or lose everything they worked so hard for.”
“Honey, they’re behavior today says that they care more about you than anything else and coming off of your terrible relationship with Holden? That HAS to make you little giddy.”
“Only a little.”, you jest, giggling when she laughs on the other end before hearing the sound of the front door open. “Op, I gotta go.”
“Which one is it?”
You grin as the metalhead heavily stalks down the hallway and spins around dramatically to fall back first near the bottom of the mattress.
“It’s Eddie.”
“Hey, Mya.”, he grumbles, waving his fingers playfully in the air.
“Put me on speaker.” She waits patiently for you to do what you ask. “Munson! As Y/N’s hard ass, overprotective best friend, I condone both your behavior today.”
The rockstar chuckles through his teeth as you grin his way.
“Thank you, ma’am. We appreciate your verbal donation to our cause.”
Before she can reply, another set of shoes scoots across the carpet as Steve slowly removes his suit jacket and collapses beside you.
“Steve just came home.”
“I approve what you did to, Harrington!”
“He’s giving you a thumbs up from the arm currently slung over his eyes. Alright, babe, I have to go.”
“Remember, you’re a badass and I love you. Ask them about the thing! I think it would be interesting for you guys to go to that. You can pretend to be other people for the night.”
“I will and I love you to.”
Your smile falls to a smirk as you place your phone on the end table and slide down the bed to curl up in the mogul’s side while throwing your bare legs over Eddie’s stomach. Neither man hesitated as their hands gripped parts of your frame and hugged you closer.
“How much trouble are we in?”
“Hmmm…our lawyers aren’t exactly happy but the studio of each program we were on has already been in touch about fining us for the cursing.”
“They also told us everything Steve said won’t count as defamation as he didn’t actually outright say those are things our ex did.”
Your cheek grazes the pretty boy’s chest as you nod until you pull yourself upright to grab the rockstar’s arm and yank him up the bed till he falls behind you, your fingers threading through his as he hurls his arm over your hip.
“Don’t say it.”, the mogul mumbles when you sigh.
“Don’t say what, Daddy?”
“You know you didn’t have to do that? I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”, Eddie mimics, your laugh making them both smile.
Craning your neck, you kiss Steve’s cheek, bringing the back of the metalhead’s hand to your lips to do the same.
“Thank you for protecting me.”, you whisper causing the former jock’s eyes to open as he shifts his gaze to meet yours. “I mean it. Thank you.”
Ringed fingers pet some of your hair away from your face and you turn your body just enough so your eyes could find Eddie’s.
“I love you both…very much…” You exhale in pleasure when his mouth finds yours, giggling lightly as you try to pull away. “Oh my God, you taste like all the cigarettes.”
“It was either that or go full Vanilla Ice and destroy a set.”
“Wow, you’re so old.”, you tease, laughing harder when he tries to crush you with his body frame.
“What was that thing Mya mentioned?”
The moment you tap the metalhead’s back with your palm, he rolls off you to allow you to grab your phone and scroll through before showing them the email you received.
“You probably got emails to. It’s from the Daddy/Baby site. They throw this masquerade party every year for everyone to ‘mingle with like minds.’”, you say, quoting the invitation. “I went once after I first signed up. It was fun meeting the other Babies but trying to talk to all the Daddy’s was exhausting.”
“Pick up lines?”
“Kind of.”
“Do we need to ‘mingle’? I mean we have you and you have us.”, Steve asks, eyes continuing to scan the email. “And it’s not like we can say who we are according to this. It’s a very ‘exclusive affair.’”, he reads out loud.
“Sounds very ‘Eyes Wide Shut’.”, Eddie adds.
“Ok, first off, ew. Second…”, you giggle when he smiles. “OUR event is for Daddy’s that already have a Baby. The one I went to was the opposite and is usually closer to Christmas. This one is in the summer.”
“How do they know we’re taken?”
“Well, you see, baby, there’s this beautiful invention called a computer and it has programs inside it that can read things like—”
“Oooooookay.”, the mogul laughs, rolling onto his side to fully face you. “God, you’re so sassy today.”
“Maybe it’s because I want to see you smile.”, you beam before it shifts slightly. “And maybe it’s because I had a bit of a day myself after reading some comments on our pages.”
“Sweetheart, we told you not to look at that crap.”, the rockstar scolds lightly.
“I know but it’s hard sometimes. The bulk of people seem to think we’re cute but there are a few that, you know…call me a whore or make some snide comment…those I don’t care about so much. It’s more so the ones that start sweet and drift to mean…like ‘Eddie Munson is such an amazing guy and deserves to be happy…what’s he doing with her?’” You pause as your voice cracks and his arm circles tightly around you while the pretty boy reaches out to cup your cheek and caress your skin. “Or…Steve Harrington makes millions of dollars and was dating a bombshell of a woman…what a downgrade to a fat—”
His thumb over your mouth stops you from continuing.
“It’s a masquerade thing, huh?” You nod at his question. “Dress wise, IS it like Eyes Wide Shut or?”
“No, dork.”, you tease with a big grin. “Its ‘high society dress’ with a ‘delicate mask’ over your upper face.”
“We can make it extra exciting and put that sleep mask over your eyes like the first time we were together.”, Eddie jests, hugging you closely to him to feel the vibrations of the laugh that courses through you.
“I need to see, Daddy.”
“Do you?” Eddie smiles wide when you swat at his hip behind you. “I’m down. Honestly, Mya had me at no one will know who we are.”
“Can we go to that really fancy store near times square?”
“Yeah, dad, can we?”
Steve smirks at his friend’s joke and rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, alright. We can go shopping and then go to this. Stephanie won’t be able to get us ready though since this is supposed to a private, secret thing.”
“Oh, no, Steve Harrington. Whatever will you do if someone can’t dress you?”
“Ok, fuck you both.”, he playfully sighs, trying to roll away from you before you grip his bicep to bring him back.
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The moment you entered the club the event was being held in, you felt yourself promptly drop into that subby headspace and you couldn’t exactly pinpoint a reason as to why.
It could have been the low lighting barely illuminating the gorgeous couches, tables, and bar area or maybe the strong mix of expensive cologne that wafted around the room. It could have been the black, off shoulder dress you chose with your white heels and equally colored mask that gave you this powerful confidence that was matched by the fact that no one knew who you were.
But most likely it was due to the two dominate men on either side of you exuding so much protective energy you felt like you were going to faint into spell of bliss. Add in that they looked utterly delectable with Steve in his all-black suit and Eddie in his white one with his hair pulled back and out of his face.
If you could jump them right now you would.
“People in this place really need to stop speaking.”, the mogul murmured as he handed you and the other boy the drinks he had gone to retrieve. “I’ve figured out who at least 3 people are due to something they said.”
As he took a seat on the couch beside you, he realized then that the rockstar hadn’t been paying attention, his eyes constantly tracing your frame.
“Rockstar!”, Steve scolds, reaching to smack his friend’s arm.
“Ow! Fucking…”, Eddie growls, extending his arm over you to hit him back. “I heard you, Mogul. God is that really the fucking name we chose?”, he sighs, gesturing towards the name tag on his lapel. “Whose idea was that?”
“Yours.”
“Hm.”
“Definitely caught my attention.”, you coo, recrossing your legs to allow your heeled toes to graze the other man’s shin. “Thank you for the drink, Daddy.”
The mogul winks as he readjusted his frame, throwing his arm over the back of the sofa just above your shoulders.
“So far I don’t recognize any of the screennames.”
“Should you? I mean you only ever met up with us.”
“I never once said that, Rockstar.” The man’s posture beside you stiffens as his eyes focus on you. “I told you both during our first couple of meetings I had interacted with other Daddy’s I just never kept them around long enough because they annoyed me.”
“Ok, but you never like fucked any of these losers right?”
“Is that something you really wanna know?”
“You know, it’s been a while since we got bratty…CurvyBaby…”, Steve muses, head turning so his eyes could meet yours.
“Oooooh, Daddy, don’t act like you don’t like it.”, you tease with a seductive smirk, your free palm extending out to land on his upper thigh and curl inward.
“You’re not ready to play that particular game in front of all these people, honey.”
“I’m not?”
Ringed fingers gripped your own thigh making you lick your lips as Eddie’s breath warmed the shell of your ear.
“No, sweetheart, you’re not.” The mogul’s eyes remained glued to yours as you continued to play with fire, the rockstar mimicking every small move and twitch of your palm. “New rule. Every move you make, I move twice as much. I can’t remember, Mogul, did baby girl put on panties with this…sexy…ensemble?”
“Hm, I’m not sure, Rockstar. I know she’s not wearing a bra though.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”, the metalhead grins, adjusting himself on the sofa to move you forward till you were firmly pressed against both their sides. “Are you having fun, baby?”
“I am, Daddy.”, you mewl, your head lulling onto his shoulder. “As long as I’m with you two I’m having fun.”
That makes their smiles genuinely grow as they hug you to them, the giddy girl inside of you feeling warm at the fact that you could make them happy.
The lights in the room drop a bit lower as sultry music begins to play and you can’t help but grin as your head tips back.
“Will you dance with me, Daddy?” Eddie bounces to his feet making you giggle as he tugs at your arm to help you to yours. “Come on, Mogul, you to.”
Steve smirks at your insistence, standing to follow as his friend leads the way to where the other couples were dancing with their partners.
You effortlessly melted between them as you three began to sway to the beat, the rockstar in front of you with his hands on your hips while the pretty boy clung to your stomach; both of them fully pressed against you.
Their lips attached to either side of your neck, your fingers reaching to thread through Steve’s perfectly styled hair while your other palm glided down Eddie’s lower back to push him closer to your center.
“Some of the Daddies are looking at you, Y/N.”, the mogul whispers in your ear. “They know you’re the prize, baby, but you’re ours, aren’t you?” Your eyelids flutter shut when the metalhead’s tongue caresses your skin but fingers on your chin force you to open them to meet Steve’s glassy, lust filled irises. “Say it.”
“I’m yours…”, you practically pant, your hands sliding between them to rub the prominent bulges in both men’s slacks. “Only yours, Daddy.”
“Fuck, sweetheart.”, Eddie groans, his own palms teasingly pulling your dress up your thighs. “You remember the rules to the game don’t you?”
“Yes.”, you moan but not even remotely deterred as your hands push harder against them. “But I should warn you…I’m NOT wearing underwear.”
The man’s head tilts as if to challenge the idea and you grin wide, leaning against Steve’s shoulder when you feel his palm descend your stomach and reach underneath your garment, groaning when he cups your sex.
“Such a naughty girl. Shit—let’s get out of here.”
You nod, allowing them to adjust you before tugging you out front and waiting for the limo that picked you three up to come around.
“You first, baby.”, the mogul instructs after opening the car door and you politely thank him, giggling when the other boy all but jumps in after you, crawling over your frame to place himself beside you just as Steve did the same.
The moment the door shut and the vehicle was in motion, they were on you once more, their mouths sucking and nibbling along your neck while their hands roamed. The rockstars fingers found their way between your legs first, his appendages effortlessly gliding between your folds.
“Goddamn, you’re so wet, Y/N.”
You nod, whining when the pretty boy stops kissing you to look for himself.
“She really is, Munson. Being a naughty girl turn you on, honey?”
“Only for you, Daddy.”
Steve smiles as he offers you two of his long, thick fingers that you eagerly suck on, moaning against them when you feel Eddie’s enter your core. Your palms find their way below their belts and they groan at the feeling, scooting close to you to kiss different parts of your skin.
“Oh f-fuck.” You mewl when the mogul’s fingers find their way to your clit and match his friend’s pace as they build up that coil in your stomach.
“That’s it, baby, C-Cum for us. Cum for Daddy.”
Their humid breaths warm your throat as your head dips back and you tumble over the ledge.
“Good, fuck, good girl.”
“Sirs. Ma’am. We’re here.”, the driver calls over the intercom making you whine when they pull away from you to adjust your clothing once again.
The pretty boy steps out, extending his hand to help you do the same before walking around to provide the driver with a hefty tip while Eddie smiles and pulls his suit jacket over your arms.
“We’ll be upstairs in a minute, baby.”, you beam, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips.
“I know but you look so fucking cute in our clothes.”
After inputting the code to your building, you three practically ran to the elevator, your needy hands already starting to unbutton the rockstar’s shirt and unbuckle his belt even as the mogul tried to pull your arms behind your back to keep you in line.
“Behave, Y/N.”
Seemingly lost himself in needing you, the moment the door dinged open, Eddie lifted you over his shoulder and spanked your ass while trying to keep his pants from falling down.
The apartment door flung open causing you both to fall through, your face pressing against the wall with a giggle as you listened to the metalhead spit into his hand and stroke it along his cock before gradually guiding himself inside you.
“Fuck—keep your legs spread out, sweetheart.”, he mewled, pace barely faltering as he roughly took the mask off from around your head, tossing it to the ground, and threading his fingers through your hair. “That’s it. God, our dirty girl.”
“You wouldn’t have cared if we fucked you in the middle of that dance floor would you, baby girl?”, Steve asked from somewhere above you but when you tried to turn your head to look for him, the palm in your hair kept you in place.
“N-No, Daddy. Show them w-who I belong to and how good you take care of me. Harder, sir, please.”
Grunting, Eddie abruptly pulled out and gripped your bicep, dragging you into the living room and throwing his body onto the couch before yanking you on top of him with your back to his chest. Your eyes roll back as you slide down on to him, his hips thrusting up to meet each bounce of your frame with a loud smack of his own.
Your head falls against his shoulder as his strong, encasing arms circle around you to keep you against him, his fingers finding your clit and massaging at a pace that matched his dick hitting that sensitive spot inside that only they knew how to reach.
“Daddy, please! I-I’m gonna…”
“Cum, baby. Cum all over Daddy’s cock. Can—mmph—can you imagine if the fuckers in that club saw you like this? All pathetic and needy for me to make you cum?” Your body trembled against his as you came undone, his fingers continuing to circle your bundle of nerves to elongate your high. “Good girl. I wanna see you swallow my cum, pretty girl.”
When he lightly pushes your back, you limply do what he says, climbing off him and falling to your knees to take his length into your mouth. Knowing he close, you bobbed your head with purpose, his tip hitting the back of your throat eliciting a loud moan from him as you gagged and repeated the action.
“That’s it, sweetheart, look at me. I wanna see your eyes when I cum.”
You do as he commands, your irises locking with his chocolate, blown out ones and after a few more moments, Eddie grunts loudly, his hands flying down to keep you still as his release spills on your tongue.
The man pants and hisses as you lick his slit, taking everything he had to give and then some with a subtle smile.
Steve’s palm takes hold of your bicep, guiding you to your feet, gently gliding his friend’s jacket down your limbs as he sucks and bites a new mark along the side of your throat.
Your moan is replaced with a giddy giggle when he abruptly lifts you bridal style off your feet, kissing your lips before placing you back down on the couch with your head on the rockstars lap. Your adoration filled eyes take him in as he playfully unbuttons his shirt, tossing it aside as he places his body between your legs.
Your eyebrows raise slightly when you three here a subtle stretch in the fabric of your dress.
“Woah, Harrington. You menace.”, Eddie jests, grinning absently when he hears you laugh.
“You don’t care about this dress that much do you, honey? You’ve been trying to get us underneath it all night.”, the pretty boy teases, his large palms massaging your thighs up to your hips where your garment was currently bunched together.
“I mean, it WAS really expensive, Daddy.”
Steve blinks while making a face down at you as if you had just said the silliest thing he’s ever heard as he tugs and yanks at the material, pulling it over your head to throw somewhere behind the sofa.
“We can buy you more, baby girl.”
Taking a hold of both your legs, you grunt in amusement as he pulls you closer to him, lifting your lower half off the couch a bit as he circles your legs around his head.
“O-Oh…”, you mewl when his wide tongue licks a long stripe through your folds.
“Are you ok, sweetheart? Need something softer than my leg to rest your neck?”
“N-N-No, Daddy, I—fuck—”
A wicked smile painted his lips as his ringed fingers reached over you to cup your breast in his hand while the other man kept his head buried in your cunt, his mouth and tongue not letting up for a moment as he clung to your thighs.
“Oh my…God…S-Steve…Daddy, please.”
“How does it feel, baby?”
“Too…too good.”
Craning his neck as best he could, Eddie passionately kissed your lips, his own tongue invading your mouth as you moaned and whimpered.
Your feet against the arm of the sofa behind the mogul began to push against the material as your orgasm crashed into you suddenly and aggressively but his firm hold on you kept you against him as your back arched, his hair tickling your skin as his head shook.
“Good. Good girl.”, the metalhead whispers, his nose hovering just above your own while his hands held either side of your face as you began to cry. “What color, baby?”
“Green. It felt so good.”
“Yeah, pretty girl? Daddy’s making you feel good? Good because you deserve it.”
While Eddie continued to murmur you comforts, Steve gradually removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his cock from its confinement and casually stroking it while he waited till you felt like you were ready.
When the rockstar moved out of the way and your eyes met his, he knew, crawling up your frame and kissing any part of you along the way till landing on your lips.
Your mouth fell into a silent O as he guided his cock into your entrance, your breath sharing with his when his own jaw went slack at the feeling of you clenching around him.
“Fuck, honey, your pussy is just clinging to me.”
“Fuck me hard like he did, Daddy, please.”, you beg and he obliges, his head falling to the side of yours as he took what was his.
Your nails drag through his hair and down the soft skin of his back, your legs wrapping around his waist as he rolls his hips, punching his length deep inside you till you felt him in stomach.
“Don’t stop—mmph—please, I’m gonna cum.”
Without saying a word except for the sound of his heavy pants, Steve angled his arm to reach between you both to expertly rub circles into your clit, matching his own pace till your body shuddered beneath him.
Again you started to sob, your arms holding him to you so he could chase his high.
“Cum for me, Daddy, please. Fill me up. I need it.”
“Holy shit.”, he whimpered in your ear, his pace faltering for a moment before he pounded his release into your core. “Fuck.”
“I love you. I love you both so much.”
Both men breathily laugh, Eddie caressing your cheek while Steve pushes up onto his elbow on the opposite side to do the same.
“We love you to, honey…more than anything…”
You grin as you hug them both, your arm twisting around the metalhead’s neck awkwardly eliciting a louder cackle.
“Ow, woman, you’re tugging on my hair.”, he teases, pushing up to remove the hair tie and shake his messy mane.
“I’m sorry, baby.”, you coo, sitting up and thanking the other boy when he wraps his shirt around your naked frame.
“We, um, we got you one more thing besides the dress and shoes. We actually bought it a while ago after you got us these.”, Steve relayed as he readjusted the bracelet around his wrist. “Close your eyes.”
You do what he asks, giggling when you hear his feet scoot across the carpet as he heads to the bedroom before returning and handing Eddie something you assume is shorts when you feel clothing brush your arm just as he hastily rises and sits back down.
“Hold out your hands…good girl.”, he praises when you do what he says, smiling when something leather is placed in your grasp.
“This better not be something dirty.”, you jest, grin growing when they chuckle.
“No, sweetheart, it’s not. Go ahead and open your eyes.”
Again, you do what they say, taking note of the rectangular, black leather-bound box you assume has a necklace or something they always randomly purchase because they love you.
“Guys, you didn’t have to buy me anything…”
“This isn’t just for you, baby. There’s something in there for us to.”
Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you open the lid, gasping when you see a silver three carat diamond ring nestled between two equally silver bands.
“I…what…I don’t…”, you stutter, gaze shifting between them.
“When we signed up for that site, we never expected to meet anyone like you.”, Eddie began, reaching over you to take the ring out of its bed. “When Steve and I first talked about being Daddies, we described a woman like you though. Beautiful, sweet, funny…someone who doesn’t see as like an object but as men.”
“You definitely met us at a weird time in our lives with the lawsuit and everything…”, Steve continued, taking the ring from his friend. “We were so heartbroken and slightly jaded because of G—her—but you showed us, honey, that we are worthy of love and of loving someone. I know a part of you feels bad because we went off on live tv because we know you but…” He pauses and smiles when you lightly laugh. “I wish I had said more.”
“Like how you saved us, sweetheart. How we’d kill anyone to protect you and do everything in our power to make you happy every day of our lives because you do that for us just by existing.”
“How your smile lights up our world and I rush home every day just to see it and feel your arms around me when I walk through the door.”
“Or that warmth I feel when you run your fingers through my hair. You did it that first night we met you and I know you couldn’t see it but it made me so happy. I never wanted you to stop.”
“We desperately wish that we could marry you, Y/N. I know you heard us talking about it on vacation but we think about it a lot. I wish we could see you…walk down the aisle in some…gorgeous dress. Fuck.”, he laughs at himself as his voice cracks and he hands the ring back to Eddie.
“I wish we could give you our names, Y/N, but until laws change we can give you a couple of other things instead like a proposal and the two other things that are import to us.”
Your wide, tearful eyes watch as the mogul grabs a blue folder of the coffee table and opens it to show you the contents.
“W-What’s that?”
“My company.”, Steve replies matter of factly. “If anything were to happen to me, you would inherit Harrington Co and everything that comes along with it including my financial portfolio.”
“And if anything happened to me, you’d get my share of Corroded Coffin’s residuals along with my rights to our band’s songs to do whatever you want with them.”
Your hand hangs as you really begin to let go and the rockstar’s arms wrap around you to hold you to his chest while the pretty boy tenderly pets your head.
“I…I don’t know what…what to say.”
One of his tattooed arms releases you and you pull back slightly when he reaches for one of the bands in the box on your lap.
“Will you be mine forever, Y/N?”
You nod enthusiastically, kissing his lips as he smiles, sliding the band on his finger before passing your ring to his friend.
“Will you be mine forever, honey?”
“Of course.”
After kissing his lips, you both slide on your rings.
“I know we kind of sprung this on you. You don’t have to sign these now, if you want your own lawyer to review them.”
You playfully scowl his way, grabbing a nearby pen and pulling off the top with your teeth before signing both sets of documents.
“I trust you both.”
***
Banging on the front door the following morning startles everyone as you shoot up in bed and Eddie growls, rubbing his palms against his eyes while Steve reaches over to the bedside table to check the time.
“It’s nine in the fucking morning.”
Again, someone pounded on the other end and the rockstar hissed in anger, flinging the sheets over you both as he stomped out of the bedroom.
“If it’s a fucking reporter I’m going to fucking kill them.”, he grumbles.
You hear the door open and heated voices has you sitting up, pushing your palm against the mogul’s back.
“Steve, something’s wrong.”
“Huh?”
“Steven! You may want to come handle this!”, Eddie shouts, the pretty boy’s eyes shooting open fully when he hears another voice he recognizes following.
“Is the idiot still sleeping?!”
“It’s 9am and we had a long night celebrating with our girlfriend, Bill.”
Bill…you knew that name…
Steve jumped out of bed and hastily pulled up a pair of sweats that were on the floor.
“Stay here, Y/N, don’t move.”
Before he can do anything about it, a tall man in a suit enters the bedroom, sighing in disgust when he takes in the mogul’s attire before his amber irises find yours.
“So you’re the one my son jeopardized MY company’s reputation for, huh? Well it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Steven’s father.”
Hi I don't know if you're taking requests right now, But I was wondering if you could do an alternate universe where Steve is similar to Theseus and Eddie is the king. Roman war Colosseum type thing I don't know how the reader would be in it But I guess writer freedom. I'm sorry if this is badly asked I'm not quite sure how to write this out.
Mine Always & Forever (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)
A/N: OK! Disclaimer from Mama Kat here on this topic and how I wrote this out so bare with me!
I shifted it a bit in the the sense that there is a colosseum style thing going on but I read about Theseus slaying the monster so I kind of incorporated that while use Stranger Things creatures and allowing the reader to flow where I thought she would fit.
I hope you like this! I worked hard and did my best!
Enjoy!
Warnings: King Edward Munson& Warrior Steve Harrington/ Witchy Plus Size Fem Y/N, SMUT, oral (f and m receiving), loss of virginity, p in v, p in a (between Steddie), dirty talk of the sweet variety, I think that's it, FLUFF, these three are former friends, they have constant phrase of love repeated between them.
ANGST, brief mentions of abuse with Steddie's parents (whippings and being locked inside), scars are mentioned, BRIEF mentions of lose of parents (Eddie losing his mom and reader losing her parents; very brief), Steve has a village he lived in that was destroyed by a creature so that is touched on. The fighting in the arena I vaguely focus on blood is mentioned. Reader utilizes magic and mentions a bond between them. When Steve gets hurt she is hurt as well. Cliffhanger ending! Because I really did feel like there was more to their story so I paused it there :).
I think that's all. If I missed something tell me.
Word Count: 8052
Your two male friends continue to battle with their wooden swords and shields, pretending to be fully investing in a fight within their minds.
“I will end you, your highness!”, Steven cackles, swiveling his body to hit the other boy with his blade before being blocked and pushed away with a sandaled heel.
“Not today or any other, peasant!”, Edward playfully growls. “You better be paying attention, witch, for when I win you will be mine!”
You roll your eyes as you rise to your feet, reaching for some warm sand to fill your hand.
“No, she won’t! I’M the conqueror and Y/N with reign with me!”
When both swords touch between them, you open your palm and blow the grains towards him before stomping his foot and elbowing the other kid in his abdomen, smiling as they both fall to their sides.
“I am my own woman, thank you.”, you smile, placing yourself between them while they continue to laugh. “And I love you both…always and forever…”
“Always…”, Steven smiles, circling his arm around your shoulders.
“And Forever…”, Edward beams, leaning his head against you. “Oh, speaking of. I brought you something, Y/N.” Standing, the black-haired boy scurries to his bag, moving around the other things he brought before producing a book to hand your way. “I finished another story for you to read.”
Your hands reach for the hardcover, smiling when you notice his drawings and recognize his ‘royal’ handwriting.
“What’s this one about?”
“It’s, um, about three friends who’ve known each other for a couple of years. One of them is a boy who’s meant to take his father’s place as King when he grows up which he hates because he’ll be told what to do, say, and marry. All he wants to do is tell stories and create music people love to listen to.”, Edward relays, soft irises meeting yours before flicking towards the boy beside you.
“The other boy isn’t royalty but his family believes they are. They attend fancy galas and insist they are there for the people but do nothing to help—”
“Which angers the boy I’m sure.”, Steven adds. “He tries to help people where he can but then is shamed because the people of the city are ‘beneath them’. At least that’s what his father says. He doesn’t feel this way though. The boy probably wants to spend his days with his friends especially the king’s son and the girl?” At his last couple of words, his voice raises as he asks the question, pretending to not know and making you both laugh.
“Yes, the third friend in the group is a girl; a lady, of course, who is the smartest person these boys have ever met. She’s kind and strong, refusing to let her poverty define her. Both of her friends admire that.” Your gaze shifts between them both as they nod, heat rising in your cheeks as you blush. “She’s also kind of pretty but—”
Edward laughs when you punch his arm.
“The friends meet one day near an abandoned farm; the girl was reading something she stole from a vendor and the boys were trying to get away from their parents who yelled at them about their futures. They met up every day to talk, eat, and play until they grow up and…”
“And then what?”, you encourage.
“And then they—”
“EDWARD MUNSON!”, a man yells startling all three of you as you get to your feet, hastily hiding the book in your bag. “Your father has been looking for you all afternoon! Go away! Shoo!”, he shouts, swatting his hand towards you and Steven.
“NO! These are my friends!”
“Oh my goodness. Have you lost your mind?!” The person grabs his arm but your faster pushing Edward behind you.
“He doesn’t want to go with you! He’s the future King and you have to listen!”
“Insolent child.”, the man scolds, hand flying across your face so hard you fall to the side.
“Y/N, are you alright?”, Steven asks, his palm caressing your skin.
“Edward?”, you whimper, trying to push up on your elbow to find him.
“Let me go! I need to see if she’s ok!”, the boy shouts as he’s lifted off his feet and dragged towards the door.
The other boy runs to help his friend, producing the wooden sword they had been playing with and blocking the exit.
“Really, boy?”, the man cackles menacingly. “What is a fake blade going to do except get you killed?” Someone outside abruptly grips Steven’s arm and lifts him in the air, your heart breaking as you hear both of them shout in protest. “Take him to his father and let the Harrington’s know what their son has been up to. You, your highness, will never see either of these beings again.”
***
10 years later
“EDWARD! Pay attention!”, his council shouts, waking the man from his daydream as he sighs and glares towards the idiot in front of him.
“I am your King and you will show me respect.”, he growls, rising to his feet and shuffling to his closet to finish getting ready for the LONG day ahead.
“I’m sorry, your highness, I don’t mean to be rude, however, today is a big day and with your father sick people will be looking to you to see how you can handle their kingdom.”
“Their kingdom? Last I checked it was mine.”, Edward replied sarcastically, pulling on the last of his ensemble before hesitating in front of his crown. “At least it will be after my stubborn father finally leaves his mortal coil.”
“Why do you hate him so, sire? That man has loved you since you were born and your mother—”
The young royal spun around so fast his council wasn’t prepared as the man’s ringed hand circled around his throat.
“Say what you will about my violent king and his ‘insolent’ son but if you ever mention my mother again, I will throw you in the colosseum with the other prisoners. Am I being clear?”, he growled, chocolate eyes glaring daggers.
“Y-Yes, sire. I apologize, sir.”
“Get out of my sight.”
At his hissed words, he released the man from his grasp, watching as he scurried away before heading back towards his gold grown to place it on his head.
It was then something caught his eye.
Glancing around to double check he was alone, Edward reached towards one of his many bookshelves to find a binding he thought he’d never see again. His breathing stuttered a bit when he opened it to see his handwriting and drawings still prominent on the pages.
Again, he checked his surroundings, wondering if he missed someone entering his room but once again found no one.
Flipping through the pages, the young royal promptly recognized handwriting that differed from his own even now. It appeared more feminine and softer…like a girl he vaguely remembered…
“And then the friends were ripped apart by a vicious king and a dictator of a city he did not claim responsibility for.
The future king was confined to his castle, forced into lessons and cruel philosophies to mold him into the man his father wanted him to be while his ailing mother watched helplessly in horror.”
Edward’s lip trembled at the memories.
When he was ten and found sneaking out of the palace to meet kids that weren’t “noble”, he was beaten by his dad and forced to stay indoors. His mother did everything she could; a queen pleading on her knees to a king who didn’t care.
He cried in her arms those first few nights before hardening his heart, knowing even then it was the only way to survive in this world; to pretend nothing bothered or affected you. By 13, people in his home he had once often smiled with, now cowered before him and if they didn’t, a stern glare and a non-verbal threat was enough.
“The boy born to high status was reprimanded harshly and his parents did everything they could to mold him into the man they expected him to be. At 15, he ran away in the night to join a little village just outside of his city where he was taught to fight and speak in a way the people of the kingdom understood and could empathize with.
One night a few years later, a creature raided the village and murdered the people within except for him. He fought valiantly but was captured by nearby soldiers, spared due to his name.
Not one to be taken willingly (again), he spit in the eye of the captain who threw him in a cell where he’s been sheltered for months encouraging the broken spirts around him even now.
It angers the guards of the palace who came up with a plan to slit his throat during the full moon of summer.”
Edward’s eyes shift outside, calculating.
“That’s tonight. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, he murmurs, pausing to see if there was any more writing especially about the girl, his heart breaking when he found nothing.
***
Steven sighed as the chains on his wrists pulled roughly against his skin.
How long had he been trapped in his cell? Months? Years?
It all flowed together when you weren’t able to roam. The guards did everything they could to keep him separated from the other prisoners and the common people outside, hating the way he spoke and giving them hope.
A kingdom was more pliable when hope was replaced with fear.
Maybe that’s why they were moving him. This morning, he awoke to men roughly lifting him off the floor and shoving him into a carriage with no window which saddened him a bit as he had hoped to see the sky and feel the winds of summer.
The cart rocked abruptly causing him to grunt in annoyance before the doors were hurled open and arms aggressively gripped his biceps.
“You can just ask me to walk, you know?”
Steven’s smart comment was met with a firm fist to his gut and he doubled over into the guard’s grasp as they dragged him somewhere new.
Restrained once more, he waited…to die or live he wasn’t sure, nor did he care.
Or so he thought.
Just under the slit at the bottom of his hood, he noticed feet appear just beside him. Not regular golden sandaled feet guards normally wore but something created and made to protect the feet of a girl.
A shadow clouded what little sight he had and he automatically flinched away.
“I’m not here to hurt you, Steven Harrington.”, a female voice whispered softly. “But you will need your strength and wits for what’s about to happen.”
“What IS about to happen?”
The sack over his head was raised enough to expose his mouth and the smell of fruit filled his nostrils before the delicacy touched his lips. He ate eagerly, panting after cold water was presented to him and drank every drop.
“Thank you, miss, but you should leave before they catch you helping me.”
“I’m not afraid of the people here. They’re more afraid of me.”
“Do I know you?”
“Once…a long time ago…”, the woman answered softly, almost as if it pained her.
“Not many people know my last name anymore unless they are associated with my father.”, he grumbles, jaw tightening as if the idea disgusted him.
“In order to survive, Steven, you need to put away childhood hatred so you can help protect the people of this kingdom.”
“I don’t want that. I never have. I just wanted to…”
“To what? Escape? Run away? Where would you go that would be safe?”
“I know a place.”, he growls confidently. “A farm far enough away where I can get lost.”
“By yourself?”
“Show me your face so I know I can trust you.”
Silence fills the area and he hates the way his heart aches for the sound of the woman’s voice. She felt familiar…like a girl he used to know…
Before he can do anything about it, aggressive guards fill the room, unchain him and drag him somewhere new. Sand turns to tile before his hood is removed and he’s violently pushed forward onto his hands and knees.
Lifting his head, he carefully takes a look around to see people staring at him; people he grew up with including a few men and women he knew as children, now full-grown adults with expensive cups in their grasp. Old men in robes weaved throughout the room but bunched towards a certain area where a man with a crown a top long black hair sat, wide eyes taking him in before a sinister grin painted his lips.
“Is this him?”
“Yes, your highness, this is the Harrington boy.”, someone beside him answers.
“Doesn’t seem like the type to take out half my army.”, Edward mocks. “I mean look at him.”
Steven suddenly charged his way before a guard intervened and punch him backwards making the king rise from his chair. Their eyes met and for a brief moment he thought he saw worry flash across his irises.
“You’re very brave, Harrington, but let’s see how good of a fighter you are.”
With a wave of his fingers, another prisoner was brought in and both promptly began to fight.
Over the years, Steven had become an excellent fighter, skills centering in sword fighting and taking a punch. When he left his home and moved in with the village, they taught him how to survive and be strong, things his parents never taught him.
When they were slaughtered, he lost a big part of himself, feeling empty once again…like when he was lifted and yanked away from his friends…
Amber hues briefly flicked to Edward who was on the edge of his seat watching the events unfold but what really caught his attention was the figure behind his thrown.
Had that person always been there and he was just now noticing?
He could tell from the curvy form under the cloak that the person was most likely a woman and when her head lifted slightly, he saw the slight outline of a smile. The man he was battling pulled him into a headlock and the crowd around him gasped as they both fell to their knees.
Suddenly something sharp slid to him and he didn’t hesitate to grab it before stabbing the man behind him who promptly let him go, falling to his side in a bloody lump.
The people around them clapped wildly as if they had achieved something as well except for the future king who delivered him one firm nod and turned to his council whispering something Steven couldn’t hear.
Much softer than before, the man was lifted to his feet and brought to a room where he was shoved into a chair and left alone.
After a couple of minutes, Edward slowly entered through a side door, their eyes meeting once more except this time the king’s had far less malice behind them.
“I’m so sorry for putting you through that. It was the only way I could get you alone and save you.”
Steve growled deep from his chest, running towards the man with the intent on severely hurting him for taking away his freedom and putting him through torture but dust from his side abruptly blinded him, knocking both men backwards.
“What the fuck?! Are you insane?!”, the royal yelled, rubbing his eyes before finding the cloaked figure the other man had seen standing before them.
“No, I am my own woman.”, you say confidently, removing your hood with a smile. “And I love you…Always and forever.”
“Always…”, Steven recites as if it were muscle memory.
“And forever…”, Edward follows, taking long strides towards you to encase you in his arms.
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Steven slowly emerged from the bathing chambers now clean with his hair freshly cut to resemble the boy you both had known.
“It’s been a while since I wore clothing like this.”, he blushes, opening his arms to show off the silky garments draped around his broad frame.
“You will have to wear it and things like it around the palace but in the arena…”, the future king relayed, his head hanging as if ashamed.
“Arena?”
“It was the only way he could save you.”, you answered gently. “His father’s guards were planning on murdering you tonight but they would never kill one of Edward’s champions.”
Both sets of eyes take you in as you spoke, absorbing the new woman before them while trying to fully remember the one that was taken.
“Not that this particular royal has ever had one but maybe now certain council will leave you both be.”, you tease with a smile.
“How could you know that? Where have you been hiding?”, the royal practically pleaded.
“I searched for you in every face I passed especially when I left home.”, the other boy added, taking the chair beside yours.
“I am the shadows in the corners or your palace, sire and the night that blankets you when you sleep, sir.”, you grin with a knowing smirk, digging into your bag attached to your hip and spreading sand along the rug. The grains swirl slightly, lifting in the air to form a circle as images fill the center of you three as children.
“Holy shit.”, Steven murmurs softly.
“You better be paying attention, witch, for when I win you will be mine!”, Edwards little voice echoes with tiny laughter that followed.
“A-Are you…?”
“After Orion came and took you both, I ran home and hid. I came back to our meeting spot every day for six months… when you didn’t come back I decided to move forward.”
“What does that mean? Move forward?”, the royal asks, incredulous.
“I went home and was taught how to use magic to protect myself.”
Your own magic betrays you, the images in the circle changing to reflect a child version of you sobbing before you brush it away with your palm.
“What happened, Y/N?”
Your beautiful eyes glaze over slightly as you look into a memory they weren’t present for, Steven’s fingers brushing your cheek bringing you back into the present.
“It doesn’t matter.”, you answer, trying to hide the shake in your tone. “There’s something worse out there and it’s coming for the kingdom. May I?”, you ask, reaching for their palms with your own.
The moment they do, your eyes change to a milky white as your posture stiffens.
“Y/N?”
Edward barely finishes saying your name before he and the other man feel their own bodies become rigid as their heads tilt back towards the ceiling.
***
“What is this place?”, Steven inquires as both men take in their new surroundings.
It looked like the same palace but different, darker and decaying.
“This is his home.”
“Whose?”
“He goes by many names but in legends he is known as Vecna; a tall, merciless creature who refuses to let go. Witches in the past used their skills to bind him to this realm.”
While you spoke, scattered images appeared in front of you three of women in cloaks like yours muttering what sounded like spells to the man restrained in their circle. His screams shook Edward to his core making him jump at sound of squeaking overhead.
“What is that?!”
“They succeeded and kept him in place until…”
Kids Steven recognized ran past him while they played and his heart strained when he saw his former village no longer burned but intact. His fingers reached out but fell through the image of people passing by until a scream caught his attention and the images of the worst day of his life began to reply in front of him.
“Stop it.”
“Is this…how…”
“Stop it.”, the man repeated, his head hanging as the growls of creatures mixed with the screams of his family.
“No one mentioned this to me. I’m the…next in line as king…I should have been told…”, Edward murmured to himself, slack jawed as he watched the atrocity unfold.
“STOP IT!” At his shout, all of your eyes opened, bringing you back to the present as the man beside you rose to his feet and began to pace. “Did you know?”
“This…no…I felt it…felt your pain…”
“LIAR!”, Steve exclaims, gripping your throat and pushing you against the nearby wall. “You seem to know every fucking thing about us but you didn’t know a demon was about to murder my family!? Women, children, good men, EVERYONE! GONE!”
“I’m sorry. If I had known I would have warned you—”
The man’s fingers squeezing cut you off but a sudden blade to his throat has him loosening his hold.
“I can’t let you do that, Steven. We need her.”
A few moments pass before he does release you, glaring at you both as he steps away.
“I don’t need either of you.”, he spits, heading for the bedroom door.
“You do or else they will kill you.”, Edward replies calmly. “You’re my champion, Steven. The only way you get free and out of my palace is by winning in the arena. Three tests, three battles… If they catch you outside of this room without me or a guard, they will kill you on sight.”
The man’s head hangs, his feet shuffling to the soft mattress he hadn’t felt since he ran away from home.
“Leave me.”, he murmurs.
The royal nods, turning to take your hand and guide you towards the hidden exit but to his surprise you were already gone.
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Edward’s jaw clenches as he takes in the crowd around him.
He was never one for arena matches, that was his father’s business. His mother hated the senseless killing, begging her husband to allow them to stay inside and away.
“The boy needs to see this, Elizabeth! He needs to know violence and grow up to be a strong man like me! If you had it your way you would have him be weak!”
The man’s eyes flutter at the memory just as the prisoners are escorted out into the arena.
With a sword, Steven had definitely improved, swiftly taking out his adversaries with easy blows. The last man was twice his size but he barely blinked, taking out his anger on the person with a rough a stab of his sword.
Something changed then.
The area became quiet, the people in the stands disappearing except for himself, the man below, and a figure that was once obscured by the chaos now visible out in the open; you.
Steven’s panting echoes around the expansive area, glancing around to find you staring at him with wide worried irises.
“Steven…”, a deep voice called. “How could I have missed you amongst those peasants? A diamond mixed in with gravel.”
Edward searched for you, ignoring the voice to find you sprinting to the stairs of the stands to get where your friend was and he turned to do that same.
The fighter himself, held up his sword prepared to swing but as he circled around, found no one.
“Show yourself, demon!”
Your feet skidded against the sand just as the giant creature from the vision the night before appeared in front of him, knocking the weapon out his hand and extending out his long-clawed fingers to point towards Steven’s chest.
With a pained whine, the man felt his body being lifted off the ground, doing everything he could to get free to no avail.
When the royal found his way to the arena entrance, he paused to take in the sight of the creature made of branches and vines using his mind to lift his former friend into the air. What startled him even more was when he noticed you were hovering behind him as if you were being manipulated to.
You struggled to reach into your bag, digging for something before throwing it towards Edward who promptly picked it up and ran towards Vecna, stabbing it into his back with success.
The creature howled in pain, causing him to release Steven and you two to fall to the ground below. Reaching his way, you began muttering spells that had him growling and taking a step back.
“Never forgot, Y/N, without them you are nothing.”, he hisses, disappearing just as the sound and people return around you three.
“Sire?! Oh thank God.”, the council beside him gasped, lifting Edward to a sitting position.
“What…what happened?”, he asked, glancing towards the middle of the arena that was now empty except for the bodies of the men Steven had taken out.
“Your eyes rolled back and you fainted, sire. You began muttering things under your breath. Looked like…witchcraft…if I’m being honest.”
The future king glared the man’s way, silencing him immediately.
“Bring my champion to my room. NOW!”
***
“Are you alright, son?”
Steven groans as he grabs his head, hissing at the sharp pain of a cut on his arm. Taking in his surroundings, he was currently still near the arena but off to the side where warriors like him were treated.
“Um, yes, thank you. How did I get here?”
“You passed out in the arena so they brought you to me. There isn’t much I can do about these bruises on your face but I can clean this slice here. A sword must of scraped you there at the end.”
“Huh…I don’t remember that…”
“You should start remembering because a sudden wound, passing out, and white irises is usually a sign of witchcraft and possession which in this palace is punishable by death, young man.”
Steven’s eyes widened, swallowing down his fear as what happened replayed in his head.
“Thank you for helping me, sir.”
“No problem. You can call me Hop.”, the man winks, patting the boys back with a smile. “Whenever you’re ready the guards are here to take you to the young king’s quarters.”
***
The boy grunts in annoyance when he’s shoved a bit aggressively into Edward’s room.
“Hey!”, the black-haired boy shouts, opening his door once more and pointing at the unlucky being on the other side. “This man is MY champion and just fought valiantly! You will treat him with the same respect you show me during his stay here. Am I being clear?!”
“Y-Yes, sire. I apologize.”, the boy squeaks out before the door is slammed in his face.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes…thank you for…what you did.”
“No problem.”, Edward beamed. “I don’t know what I did exactly but—”
“You used my charm.”, you interrupted, appearing out of the corner and startling them both. “It doesn’t defeat him but it keeps him at bay for the time being.”
“You have some explaining to do.”, Steven growled your way. “You need to be more careful with your spell or whatever the fuck that was that brought us to that place. You’re going to get Edward or I killed.”
“I didn’t bring you there. He did.”, you growl in equal measure. “I don’t know how but he’s getting stronger.”
“Don’t you witches have like a coven or something? It was a bunch of witches who trapped him last time right?”
You don’t answer, your gaze shifting to the window. This time Edward stalks towards you, his ring covered fingers taking a hold of your chin, forcing you to look his way. His hold softens however when a tear lands on his skin.
“I tried to stay away…to protect you but…fate somehow…”, you stutter out as you shrug. “When you two were taken, I went home and my family was gone. Raiders broke in and stole everything…killing anyone inside. I was with you two that day so…”
Steven’s own facial features soften as he slowly steps towards you both.
“I went back to the farm hoping you’d come back but…I know it’s not your fault…your fathers.”
“Where did you go after that? Who took care of you?”, the royal asked, chocolate eyes filled with concern.
“I took care of myself and moved forward.”, you grumbled, repeating your earlier sentiment. “After a couple years, an elder found me scavenging. She took me in and taught me things.
“Magic, Y/N, is a beautiful thing. It binds us to the ones we love and the world around us.”
You smile as her words echo in your head.
“She explained that when it comes to covens, they are connected in a way that no one can understand. They make you feel whole and safe…loved. Like a family bonded through the universe. At the time, I thought she was just trying to make me feel better… then I felt it…”, you pause as your eyes meet Steven’s. “I felt your pain when he killed the village.”
As you took off your cloak, they absorbed your gorgeous white gown that hovered just above your ankles. The bag around your girthy hips accentuated your breasts but not as much as the moon light that had steadily begun to fill the room as you spoke illuminating your neck and soft glowing skin.
Lifting your arm, you displayed the fresh welt that you had hastily tried to clean before showing up in the room.
“Whatever he does to you…to both of you…I feel it to…”
Abruptly letting you go, you watch as Edward powerwalks to the bathroom, returning with a bowl of water and bandages.
“Sit.”, he commands, gesturing towards the floor and plopping down himself.
“Your guards won’t walk in here?”
“Pfft, no. It’s my chambers and no one wants to stumble in on me fucking my champion.”, he relays with a smile, your irises finding the other boys before a smirk flickers across his features and he guides you down to the ground with him.
“Like you could handle me, your majesty.”
You continue to observe the long-haired boy as his intense eyes zero in on the task in front of him.
“Did you have do this a lot over the years?”, you ask, gesturing towards the cloth in his grasp.
“No…my mother did…”, he sighs. “When they brought me back that afternoon, I was punished severely. She stayed with me that night while I cried but I told her I didn’t care about the bruises, I wanted to make sure you both were ok. After that my father kept a close eye on all the exits with a guard at every door.”
“My parents confined me to my room when punishments and scolding no longer worked.”, Steven relayed, his own irises observing as the other boy began bandaging your wound. “No one needed to know their son was ‘unfit’. When I saw my opportunity, I took it and ran. The people that took me in showed me kindness I had only really known once…with you two.”
“He was looking for me.”, you whisper. “Trying to punish me… Vecna killed the woman who took me in when she tried to bind him once more. H-He lifted her off her feet with his mind and…broke her…”
“How did you escape?”
Reaching for your bag, you produced more of your charms and small glass jars of ingredients.
“I’m not great with my spells and everything but I’ve managed to take down some of his creatures. Small monsters that come out at night.”, you explain when they look at you with confusion. “He wanted to punish me so…he came for my heart…Steven was the closest.”
You suddenly begin to sob, your palm reaching for theirs.
“I thought if I stayed away that energy would fade a bit and protect you both but then I heard what the guards were going to do and I had to help. At least now Edward can take care of you while I’m gone.”
“Gone? No, you can’t leave.”, the royal pleaded, standing when you did the same. “We beat Vecna today together, we helped protect Steven together—”
“I would have found my way out, I’m sure.”
“You’re welcome,”, Edward replied to his remark with a smile. “You have to stay so we can slay this beast.”
“People get close to me and they die. It’s best if I go.”, you whisper, your head believing your sentiment but your heart ignoring it.
“I agree with our king.” Steven follows. “I…hate that I forgot about certain things from our time as children but…I never forgot the feeling.”
“Me either and if fate thinks we never should have been separated…”
“Then who are we to question it?” The young warrior cupped your face in his palms and brought your lips to his, humming when a warmth flowed through his broad physique. “Was that all in my head or are your kisses magic to, mella?”
You giggle lightly as your forehead rests against his.
“You know latin, sir?”
“Harringtons are high society, pulchra. I know enough just like our king in waiting I’m sure.”
You both turn to face Edward just in time for his own hands to grip your face to bring your mouth to his. Again, that wave flowed through you both but the other boy was surprised when he felt it to.
His eyes searched yours for an answer as his thumbs continued to caress your plump cheeks.
“It’s because you’re both mine. It’s another reason I’ve been alone all this time. Anytime anyone tries to kiss or touch me, I fell nothing.”
“You’ve never…?” You shake your head, your palm gripping his wrist to ground you. “Fuck, carissima, and you were going to leave us to be by yourself? What a waste of gorgeous creature like you.”
“It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make to keep you both safe.”
“No, amor.”, Steve interrupts a bit forcefully. “You are not alone anymore. Let us help you.”
“Let us make you feel like a queen.”
When both their lips attached to your neck, you knew they won this particular scrummage, your eyes closing as you felt their fingers pull at the sleeves along your shoulders and drag the material down your arm to allow the garment to pool at your feet.
As they began to remove their own clothing, your lips pecked along any little bit of skin you could find pausing when your fingers traced a couple of scars hidden under the fighter’s hairy chest.
“They are old…from training…”
When Edward’s muscular physique was bared, you did the same with him, tracing along an indent along his shoulder and down part of his back where more scars gathered.
“Punishments…from my father…Do you have any?”, the royal asks, his brown eyes descending your form hungerly.
“No scars for me.”, you smirk. “Not physical ones at least.”
His lips find yours again, mouth opening slightly to allow your tongue entry as his palms pulled you to his chest. The other boys frame pressed to your back, his own kisses and heavy pants heating your shoulder as that warm feeling began to consume them.
When your lips traveled along Edward’s frame, you felt Steven’s arm reach over you and your eyes briefly glanced up to see them both passionately kiss each other.
Your pussy clenched at the sight, your head falling against them as you groaned at the feeling.
The warrior lifted you off your feet, carrying you easily to the soft bed and tossing you onto it with a smile of his own before both men placed themselves on the end to open your legs as wide as they could go.
“Fuck, look at her, your excellency. I’ve conquered every opponent they’ve thrown at me… but I’d much rather spend the night surrendering to you, mella.”
“Are you sure you’re a fighter and not a poet?”, Edward teases.
“I am many things.”
Their lips connect once more before finding their way to each of your girthy thighs, placing gentle kisses along the skin till they find your cunt.
They work together perfectly like a fine-tuned instrument, their tongues flicking and pressing against your clit and along your entrance while occasionally pausing to taste you on the others mouth.
“I can feel her.”, the future king whispers. “That warmth—mmph—consumes me.”
Nodding, Steven shuffled a bit onto his knees and you pushed up onto your elbows just in time to see him take the other man’s cock into his grasp and guide him into his awaiting mouth.
“Fuck…m-my champion…”, he mewled, smothering his moans between your legs as he fully devoured you. “That’s it, mea vita…give it to me…”
“Edward, oh…something’s happening…”
Ringed fingers tangled in the other boy’s hair, keeping him in place as he thrust his hips in pace with his tongue to help push you over that ledge. Grasping at the sheets, a euphoric feeling took you over as that growing feeling in your lower belly burst and you came undone.
Both men moaned at the sensation, the royal pulling away to desperately kiss the warrior’s lips.
“T-Take her. You fought well today and deserve the pleasure of taking her first.”
“That’s my choice.”, you hiss firmly, fully pushing yourself into a sitting position.
“Mella.”, Steven coos lightly, his finger lifting your chin to meet his gaze. “You’re right, the choice is yours and either of us would be honored to take something so precious from any woman but especially you.”
“I apologize.”, Edward murmurs, your eyes meeting his worried ones, afraid he ruined the moment. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like an object or one of the whores that come and go. Fuck, my father taught me everything about being a merciless king but I lost my gift with words.”, he chuckles to himself, taking a seat beside you.
You smile as you tilt to the side and kiss his shoulder.
“No, you never lost it. Your mother guided you in that regard.”
“She did.”, he grinned, face softening when he turns his body to fully face you. “In a world that asks me to command everything, you are the one person I only wish to understand and care for. I missed you…both of you…so much. You’re safe, carissima.”
A tear left your eye before leaning towards him to kiss his lips, shifting towards the other boy to do the same, taking a hold of his biceps to guide him on top of you.
“You’ll go slow?” When he nods, you blink as he reaches between you both and grips his shaft, your body trembling as he glides his leaking tip through your folds. “I love you…always and forever…”
Steven tenderly smiles down at your nervous features, kissing your lips as he rests his forehead on yours.
“I love you…always…” At his last word, he gradually began to guide his length into your core and your jaw went slack the moment you felt resistance. “Fuck, Y/N.”, he exhaled, his arm coming back around so his forearms could balance by your head.
Edward laid at your side, his hand brushing some loose hair away from your face.
“You’re doing good, amata…so beautiful…”, he praised, placing soft kisses along both your frames.
The man above you slowly thrust his hips allowing every inch to fill you till you felt his hips find yours.
“Fuck, your cock is so…”
“I know, mella, I can feel it to…not just the way you stretch for me but that warmth…it’s overwhelming…”, he mewls. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, Steven…I think…you can move…please.”
Testing the waters, he pulled himself back halfway before pumping back into you and the groan all three of you emitted was the filthiest thing you were sure anyone had ever heard.
Pressing up onto his palms to allow for more control, the warrior above you set a slow but steady pace, eyes lustfully observing every way your face and body moved with each purposeful motion of his hips.
The future king’s hands found purchase where they could, squeezing your breasts and along the other man’s back while his lips sucked and nipped at your skin.
“U-Use me.”, the warrior murmured irises fleeting to the man at your side. “The way it feels for me—mmph—has to be torture for you. Use me.”
“Are you sure?”
Steven aggressively nods, mouth finding yours as the other boy maneuvers around and places himself behind him, dragging his tongue along his palm before massaging it into the boy’s entrance eliciting another obscene moan.
When he froze in place, it your turn to watch them as the royal licked his lips, gripping the man’s shoulder for leverage and carefully pushed into his friend’s opening.
“O-oh…fuck…”
Your eyes to rolled back at the feeling, swearing the pleasure was consuming you like a fire from the underworld burning you alive.
“Ah, he’s more than just a fighter and—fuck—a pretty face.”, Edward mewled with a smirk, gaze shifting your way. “His body is just as perfect as yours.”
“Take me…make me cum again…”, you commanded, frame trembling when he honored your demand with an almost animalistic rhythm.
With each thrust forward, his large cock prodded your cervix and your pussy desperately clung to him like a vice before he pushed back against his future ruler allowing his length to push deeper inside of him.
You had read about how intimate covens like this could tie you together but you three were tied long before this. Your heart always searched for them in everyone you met and broke when you learned about their upbringings.
Maybe they were right.
Things had fallen apart for all of you the moment you were separated.
Maybe now that you were together, you could defeat this creature and run away some place outside of the kingdom where you three could be safe.
That feeling in your belly began encasing you once more and when your gaze shifted to look their way, you knew they could feel it to. Steven’s head fell to the side of yours and your fingers tangled in his hair as his thrusts became a bit more erratic while chasing that feeling himself.
Your thighs quivered around his waist as your orgasm crashed into you like a wave within the sea while the man’s own appendages grasp the pillow behind your head roughly to help ground himself as his pants filled your ears.
“Fuck, mella!”, his voice strained, his rhythm faltering as his release painted your walls.
Seemingly unable to wait any longer, Edward pulled out of the man beneath him and firmly pushed him aside, collecting you in his arms and spinning you around until you were on top straddling his hips. His ring covered palm pressed to middle of your spine guiding you till your breasts and upper half were flat against his chest.
Taking a hold of your meaty curves, the royal lifted you up slightly before guiding you down onto his equally large cock, your cheek falling against his open mouth as you both moan at the feeling.
“I don’t think I can be gentle, carissima.”, he whispered, lips closing slightly to kiss your skin.
“Then don’t be, sire.”, you murmur back, tilting your head so your mouth could kiss his. “I love you, Edward, always and forever.”
“Fuck, I love you to, Y/N…forever…”
Hooking his arms behind your back, the man under you began pumping into you at an almost aggressive pace, the constant sound of his hips smacking into yours filling his chambers.
“Mine.”
Edward’s eyes open to take in your scrunched up features, Steve doing the same as he rolls to his side to listen to you mumble.
“Mine, until the end of time…across—f-fuck—across dimensions…mine.”
“Always.”
“Mmph—and forever...”
Your body fully collapses against the long-haired boy under you as his length pounds inside of you, his feet firmly planted into the bed to allow his cock to fill you deeply, your previous orgasm mixed with the warrior’s making that an easy task to accomplish.
“Cum again, mea vita, let me be blessed with it to.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, your hips bouncing back as much as they could to meet his before that now familiar feeling washes over you and they both mewl at the continuous warmth that overtakes them.
Cupping your cheeks, Edward held you in place, kissing you with vigor till his own form shuddered and you felt his seed release within your core.
He continued to cling to you as he carefully pulled his softening cock out of your now sore pussy, maneuvering you both till you were between him and the other man who promptly began kissing your shoulder while his arm slung over you and the future king’s waists.
“How are you feeling? Do you need water or maybe—”
Your giggle cuts him off as your nails trail down his spine softly.
“No, my king, I am alright.”
“I’m not a king yet.”, he teases. “Nor do I want to be. I still want to run away…that feeling never left…”
“I know of a place.”, Steven murmurs, eyes shifting between the other man and you. “I don’t know how we’d get there. They’ll never stop searching for you, Edward and I can’t exactly move freely here in the palace or arena. Add in this creature that invades our minds—”
“I find it amusing that was your last concern and not the first.”, you giggle.
“I’m not afraid of him…Vecna.”, the warrior clarifies. “The only thing I fear now is losing you again, mella…both of you.” With his last couple of words, the man reaches out to caress the royal’s chin eliciting a gentle hum of pleasure.
“Promise us, Y/N, that you won’t leave again. That we’ll defeat this evil together and find a way out of city.”
Craning your neck, you kiss the long-haired boy’s lips before turning to do the same with the other.
“I promise. I am bound to you both and you are mine. I love you, always and forever…”
“Always.”, Steven repeats, hugging you to his chest.
“And forever.”, Edward follows, tenderly kissing your forehead.
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Birds chirping outside his window rouse the royal from his peaceful sleep, his arms stretching above his head as he takes in his chambers around him now seeming slightly different.
It was the same bland color he grew up with and the typical royal garb but it seemed brighter now and when his gaze found his crown in the corner, it seemed less daunting.
Careful not to disturb your sleeping frames, Edward tiptoed to his bathroom to splash some water onto his face so he could prepare to begin the day. The idea seemed so exhausting but as long as you three were working together against the threats that plagued you, soon it would no longer be a concern.
“Your highness! It is time to start the day!”
Growling, the man stalked towards the door, opening it with a fury his council had never seen before.
“My champion is resting! Show some decorum.”
“I’m sorry, sire, but the guards are here to take him back for training to prepare for the next trail.”
“Give us time. If you have a problem with that go get Orion. I’m sure he’d love a reason to start this beautiful day with an argument.”
The young man on the other side seemed completely unsure of how to proceed, his eyes doing everything they could to not glance down his future king’s naked form.
Edward raised his eyebrows as if to challenge him before taking the non-answer as such and slamming the door.
“It appears that’s my cue to exit the king’s chambers.”, the warrior yawned, turning to face the other man who sat on the edge beside him with a smirk.
“There’s no rush. They can wait for a little bit.”, he relays with a smile of his own, leaning down to capture Steven’s lips with his own. “Nothing stirs our beautiful Goddess, hm? Mea vita, it’s time to get up.”
His large hand pushes at your hip under the cover to no avail.
“Y/N?” When again you didn’t stir, the man pulled back in horror to notice your eyes were that milky white color yet again. “Edward…”
The man hastily bounded to the other side, his hand’s cupping your cheek as he lightly slapped against them.
“Y/N, wake up, carissima, come back to us.”
“You promised you wouldn’t leave again, mella! Come back!”
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A/N: Ok, like I said, I did a thing. Its got a feel of a mix of all my other fics but yeah. I hope you like it.
Warnings: Best Friends and Bandmates Steddie X Best friend and drummer/singer Fem Y/N, No smut, smut, kissing between the three, its mentioned that her breasts and cooch are touched but its very brief, MAYBE future sub dom dynamics. Just because that's usually my sexual energy between these three but idk. Definitely angry, passionate make up style sex later on for sure lol
ANGST, these three are best friends who formed a band and had a falling out with Y/N leaving to start her own band. Drugs and alcohol are mentioned (more so her noticing that they do it alot), Y/N does snort a drug but it's one time and she hates it (she does mention only doing it to not be a buzz kill), ummm their agent is definitely not a good person (gaslights the guys to being mad and drives a wedge), these three fight and Steve does place his hand around her throat (she mentions its not to harm only intimidate).
I did write the lyrics for the songs and they are meant to hurt the others feelings. I genuinely think that's it but let me know if I missed anything.
I was going to make it a one shot but I felt the way this ended was perfect for a chapter and there's definitely more story here.
Word Count: 4313
"If I can't let you go, will darkness divide?
For the fiction of love is the truth of our lies
We were playing for keeps, but we both knew the cost
Now the only way out's in your heart-shaped box (heart-shaped box)
But I hate that it seemed you were never enough
We were broken and bleeding, but never gave up
And I hate that I made you the enemy
And I hate that your heart was the casualty
Now I hate that I need you."
“And your new single from the album of the same name titled ‘Daddy’s Boys’ has skyrocketed to number one on the billboard charts. How do you feel, Y/N?”
“Um, it’s amazing, honestly. I never expected, you know, going from a drummer in the background to a singer front and center that anyone would even care let alone enough to make it number one. I’m just…I’m so grateful.”
“Speaking of your drummer roots, we have to ask, does it hurt you a bit to see Corroded Coffins single fall to 9th place? It has to hurt a little right?”
Your eyes flick from the interviewer to the huge light attached to the camera illuminating your entire being like a spotlight in one of those detective movies, feeling exactly the same way as the criminal probably felt…scrutinized.
You did everything you could to avoid answering questions like this or even talking about your previous band you and your two best friends started back in high school. You had spent your entire adolescences with them talking about wanting to play music for millions of people.
The first time Eddie heard you play drums, he went wild in your garage, spilling the beer he had stolen out of his uncle’s fridge as he bounced around praising you.
“Holy fucking shit, Y/N! Where have you been hiding that talent?!”
“I mean…I do play drums—”
“In band, honey.”, Steve cut in, laughing as his head fell back against the back of the couch.
“That’s it. I’m taking this as a sign. Y/N can do drums, I’ll shred the guitar, and what about you Harrington? Can you sing?”
“Fuck off, Munson.”
“No! Come on! Sing something, Stevie.”
After a couple more beers and a lot more of Eddie’s whining, he did sing a song with a grace that surprised you both.
You three had no idea how much that moment would change your lives.
You played so many different talent shows and venues including the Hideout just for fun until she showed up out of the blue.
Marlene Tenant was a brilliant music producer who had helped put so many popular bands on the map including Corroded Coffin after you guys signed on the dotted line a couple of months after graduation.
8 years, 3 successful albums, 6 hit songs, and 2 Grammy awards later and everyone knew your names.
Money was no longer a worry and you were able to tour the world with your best friends, playing music and having the time of your lives.
A few years ago, however, things began to change and not for the better this time, at least not to you. No one could have prepared you guys for the tribulations of fame. How with every up there was always a down.
How with every fan that asked for a signature was an overeager person who showed up in places that were meant to be private.
You scream as run out of your hotel into the hallway where Eddie catches you as you stumble over your feet.
“What’s going on?”
“There’s…there’s a man…”
You point towards the door just as a man with a camera snaps a picture of you and the metalhead embraced together before trying to run away but Steve is faster, tackling him and taking his device.
“Hey! That’s my property!”
“Call it an even exchange.”, he growls, smashing the camera against the carpet. “You broke into my best friend’s room so I get to break your stuff. Have a good fucking day, asshole.”, Steve sasses, rising to his feet with a firm grip on the man’s collar and shoving him away.
With every photo in the paper or positive review came a harsh critique or opinion that could eat away at even the strongest person’s self-esteem.
You lean over Eddie’s shoulder as he scrolls on his phone, pausing to read a headline in big bold letters.
“Y/L/N’s drum solo ignite in new song where Munson’s strings stifle the flame.”
“That’s bullshit.”, you try to soothe, seeing the tightness in his jaw as he continues to reread the article.
“Naw…Naw, sweetheart, he’s right. I need to up my game.”, he smirks your way, rising to his feet and tossing the phone a bit roughly on the couch. “Gotta keep up with Miss Badass.”
He said it playfully but the fire in his eyes told a different story.
With every friend you made, came a snake in the grass that’s sole purpose was cause chaos and divide.
You giggle as Raylan Samuels, Oscar nominated actor and rock enthusiast, jokes about the silly scene of parties like the one you three were invited to while two sets of eyes observe you over their alcoholic beverages.
“She seems to be getting along with everyone here.”, Marlene murmurs their way. “Y/N’s become pretty popular especially since she started looking into singing herself.”
Steve’s flick her way at her comment.
“She…she hasn’t mentioned anything.”
“Oh? Nothing at all? That’s odd. As best friend’s I’d figure you three would talk about everything especially big changes like that.”
“We’ve been pretty busy with the upcoming tour.”
“You’re right, Steven. Maybe you three can take some time after the photo shoot on Monday.” Eddie’s irises widen in surprise. “Hm. She didn’t tell you that either? I thought it was for all of you.”
With every positive change, came an equally aggressive negative one.
“FUCK! Y/N get it together! You’re throwing me off!”, the former jock screams your way.
“I’m doing my best, Harrington! I’m not used to this type of music!”
“Oh what, good music?!
“Fuck off, Edward!”, you shout slamming your sticks onto the drum.
“Problem, guys?”, Marlene asks from behind the recording glass.
“I don’t get why we’re shifting our genre like this. We’re not a pop rock band.”
“Well, Y/N, Corroded Coffin won a grammy not Y/N Y/L/N. That choice is made by all of us not just you.”, Steve hisses.
It was amazing how fast everything began falling apart.
You three went from spending almost every day together to only seeing them during rehearsal or on stage. Any conversation you had with them was short and clipped as if they couldn’t finish the sentence fast enough. While you began seeing someone who was incredibly kind and understood the ins and outs of the industry including having male bandmates, they had women coming in and out of your shared space, calling you names and degrading you while both men did nothing.
A girl in tight leather pants and a t-shirt with Eddie’s face on it barrels through the front door of your house the moment you open the front door.
“Please, Amber, come in.”, you call after her sarcastically before closing it and heading back to the counter to finish your breakfast you had been eating.
“Kimber.”, she replies with a snarky edge that has you rolling your eyes as the metalhead himself comes out to greet her in nothing but his boxers.
“Oh, sorry. All of you girls have similar names.”
Chocolate eyes swivel your way in annoyance just as Steve comes into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge and pops the top.
“It’s 10am.”
“Jesus. When did you guys let your mom move in?”, the girl mocks.
“About the time she started dating the boy scout.”, Eddie answered making her giggle as he kisses her neck.
“Boy scout? I thought Y/N Y/L/N was fucking the other drummer from Naughty Nights? Hm. Guess it’s hard to keep the men in order when there’s a line to your open legs, huh, Y/N?”
Your eyes darken as they flick between both boys, waiting for them to defend you the way they would have 7 years ago. When they don’t, you pick up your bowl and throw it into the sink making them jump as it shatters.
“What a bitch.”
“Yeah…”, the former jock agrees sullenly, their irises following you as you go to your room and begin to loudly drum on the set within.
The last couple of days were the worst of it.
Marlene invited you three to an exclusive party at a home in a part of town you had never been to in LA. The moment you entered, you felt uncomfortable, the lights so low you could barely see in front of you with pockets of areas clouded over in smoke and bodies of women grinding on men’s laps.
Your hands immediately reached for theirs, a reflex that never went away and to your surprise their fingers intertwined tightly with yours.
The people around you all talked in this grandiose way that neither of you understood but nodded like you did. A plate was passed around with a white substance that you wanted to say no to but when they picked up the tube and inhaled, insecurities filled your mind, not wanting to ruin a good time.
Your nose burned the moment you inhaled, a strong cough taking over while people around you giggled including them. How were they not dying like you?
That’s the moment you realized… they had done this drug before.
For the first time, in all the years you had known them, there was something about them you didn’t know…something they hadn’t told you.
Normally that realization would feel like a sting to join the constant others but this time it hit like a ton of bricks and your heart broke.
You excused yourself and wondered the expansive house till you found a room that was empty, taking a seat on the bed and sobbing.
“Y/N?”, Eddie called, opening the door to you hastily wiping your eyes. “Sweetheart, are you alright?”
“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine. I just…needed a moment.” They both sit on either side of you with Steve gently petting the back of your head. “Do you ever wish we could go back to how things used to be? Just us…fucking around in my garage, playing for fun?”
“Pfft sometimes but then I remember how rich and happy we are.”
“Are we happy?”, you ask the pretty boy, your eyes meeting his.
“I mean as long as we’re together right? Just the three of us against the world.”, the long-haired boy slurs with a smirk, circling his arm around your chest and pulling you both back against the mattress.
Your eyes closed as they pressed their noses into the nook of your neck, their steady breaths calming you even as your chest hiccupped and your bottom lip trembled.
You missed them so much.
You missed them so much that you didn’t even register when lips lightly pecked along your bare shoulders and along your throat. Your fingers seemed to move on their own, tangling in their hair that was once so soft now obscured by product from the evening.
The harder you pressed their mouths against you, the harder they sucked on your skin, warm tongues licking at your flesh as palms roamed.
Eddie’s lips found yours first, the taste of nicotine and alcohol overpowering your senses as his tongue invaded your mouth and the other man’s hand glided up your blouse to grab your breast over your bra.
Your head turned to meet Steve’s mouth, tasting the same as his friend whose own palm had slid between your legs under your skirt to press two of his ringed fingers flat against the cotton blocking your core.
“Fuck.”, you pant, your back arching at the feeling as their lips trail down your chest together, in sync, the way you three used to be. “W-Wait…”
You feel yourself begin to panic at the sound of a belt buckle clinking and reason finally caught up with you as you pushed against their chests hard before scurrying off the bed.
“What? What’s wrong?”, Eddie asks, rising to his feet as he watches you adjust your clothing, your fingers shaking. “Baby girl, talk to us—”
You palm flies before you can stop it, his hair swinging as his head turns with the force.
“FUCK YOU BOTH!”, you scream. “Fuck you! I wont let you treat me like I’m one of your fucking whores that cycle through our house!”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Y/N?”, Steve sighs, almost sounding exhausted like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“Nothing…absolutely nothing in your behavior these past two years tells me you want me like that!”, you exclaim pointing towards the bed.
“Oh please, you’re the one that started pulling away from us.” Your eyes widen at his accusation, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “So what you didn’t discuss singing with Marlene?”
“I mean, I did but I’d never replace Steve’s vocals—”
“And you didn’t book a photo shoot without us?!”
“No! I did not! Marlene booked that because of the article mentioning—”
“About what a god you are at drumming?! How much better you are than us?!”
“No, Eddie! Fuck! I would never think that! It’s always us three!”
“NOT ANYMORE!”
Your eyes widen as you stumble backwards against the dresser behind you, Steve’s angry eyes glazing over as he blinks and turns his head to avoid seeing you grumble while Eddie does the same behind him, lighting a cigarette from the box in his jacket pocket.
Hardening your features, you fully rise up and glare there way.
“Say it.”, you hiss. “You look me in the eyes and you fucking say it.” When neither boy moves, you stalk their way and push Steve’s chest roughly. “Come on, little boy. Prove to me you’re not as weak as your dad thinks you are!”
When he still doesn’t answer, you turn to Eddie and do the same, shoving his chest till he fell on the bed behind him.
“Wayne would be so disappointed in you.”, you growl, taking a couple steps back towards the door. “That’s ok because I can say it. I fucking quit! Fuck. YOU! If I wanted to start a band with Alan and Bill, I would have asked them and skipped all this bullshit in between!”
It happens so fast, almost too fast… One minute he’s in front of you and the next Steve has his big hand around your throat.
It’s meant for intimidation, not to hurt, you were doing the same with your words.
“Get out.”, Eddie grumbled, coming up to stand beside his friend. “Now, Y/N, and don’t you dare come crawling back.”
“I, um, I mean I’ve been working on this for the past year and put in a lot of time and emotion so I’m proud to have it be on the chart at all in spite of all the people it has to jump over, you know?”, you giggle, hoping that satisfies her question which it does.
Your boyfriend grins behind you and takes hold of your hand to lightly signal it’s time to head inside.
“That was a good answer.”, Raylan praises. “Better than they deserve after how they treated you.”
Offering him a soft smile, you push up on your toes and gently kiss his lips.
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“Alright, honey, I have some good news and some bad news.”, your agents sighs, lighting the end of her cigarette as she leans back in her chair. “Good news, you are going be playing at the festivals in Europe as one of the many headliners.”
“Oh my God, Em, are you serious?!” When she nods, you clap your hands in excitement ready to have this new experience. “Every time I was there with Corroded Coffin, I wasn’t able to really enjoy it because the guys got wasted and didn’t really want to try.”
“Yeah, that’s the bad news.” You blink, leaning back in your chair when your eyes meet hers. “They will be playing as well. Not at the same time. Their set is in the afternoon and yours closer to night so you’ll have more eyes on you than them. But, yeah, you will be in the same vicinity. Is that ok?”
You heavily exhale as the fallout of those first few months after cloud your mind. The tabloids plastering gossip everywhere speculating on why you quit or if that was even true, notating that they most likely kicked you out to keep the buzz going on their stories. Rumors circulated that you were broke, struggling, and your boyfriend had to bail you out.
You had to attain a lawyer to get out of your contract, paying the necessary fees while they glared across the table in the cold, stiff office, their signatures scribbling across the document roughly and breaking your heart all over again.
When you began working on your album, they began falling apart in a way that made you glad you left. Steve was arrested outside of a bar for fighting with a patron and when they searched him they found drugs on his person. Eddie was marketed as a playboy, being seen with multiple different women until one particular woman got him put in the hospital after her husband knocked him out.
The worst of it was their little jabs at you during interviews and songs they played on live tv.
“Alright! Alright, he’s a new one for you…Eddie and I wrote…called Little Drummer Girl! Play it, Ed!”
A rough guitar riff began to play as Steve’s lips connected to the microphone.
“You thought I’d break, you thought I’d crawl
Now I don’t think of you at all
You called it love, we called it weight
Every word came sharp with blame.
Little drummer girl wearing her self-righteous crown,
Keeping perfect time while our world breaks down!
You walked out, do it again
We’ll still be better in the end!”
“Honey?”, you boyfriend calls, reaching out to tap your arm as you stared vacantly at the tv in front of you. “Come on, let’s turn this off.”
“Huh? No. No, it’s fine. It, um, it sounds weird doesn’t it? Eddie’s fingers aren’t quite on beat.”
“Y/N—”
“That actually gives me an idea.”, you cut him off, rising from the couch to go to your bedroom and grab your guitar.
“You won’t have to talk to them or anything. The press would honestly have a field day with the idea of you three just being in the same area and any publicity is good publicity.”
You gently nod, your irises meeting hers.
“Ok, let’s do it.”
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“Ahhhhhh, I can’t believe we’re here.”, your own drummer grinned looking up at the stage with a banner of all the bands and singer’s names displayed. “Here, Y/N, take a picture of me.”
You laugh as you shake your head, holding up his phone to do as he asked, the boy posing with his arms outstretched.
“Such a dork.”, your guitarist jests, wrapping her arm around your neck. “You ready to kick ass and show all these fuckers who’s boss.”
“I am.”
“Y/N!”
Your body freezes at the sound of your name from someone you recognize, slowly turning and forcing a smile as Corroded Coffin’s new drummer runs into your arms almost knocking you over.
“Holy shit! Hey Dustin.”, you giggle, cupping his face in your hands and kissing his forehead. “How are you, honey?”
“Good. I’m so fucking excited. Every time I’ve come here it’s a spectator but now I get to fucking play!”
“Geez, Henderson, take a breather.”, Steve lightly scolds, climbing the stairs to the stage with a guitar in hand. “Good to see you, Y/N. We heard the new album and its…it’s something…”
“Something amazing.”, your guitarist defends, promptly placing herself at your side. “Daddy’s Boys is number one. Or haven’t you heard?”
“Oh, we heard it.”, Eddie answers with a beer in his hand. “I really liked the lyrics, um, what was it…? Oh!
“We were reckless in a dead-end town
Three hearts together, burning loud
You said we’d never fade away
Now I’m the only one who stayed.”
“Kind of generic if you ask me.”
“Well, no one asked you, Steven.”
While your bandmates continued their back and forth with your former friends you couldn’t help but take them both in. It had been year since you quit and 10 months since you actually saw Eddie and Steve in front of you.
In just that short time they had changed so much physically, seeming more haggard and thrown together. The former jocks hair that used to be styled so perfectly was now hanging and smushed under a cap as if to hide how greasy it appeared to be while Eddie’s long tangled mane was hanging every which way along his bare chest.
The metalhead had more tattoos than you remembered and it seems that Steve had gotten one himself, having it vaguely peek out under his white tank along his own chest. Their eyes, once so full of energy, seemed dark and heavy with what was most likely due to many nights out drinking and probably doing drugs.
If you had showed high school you a picture of these men today, you never would have believed these were the same people you called your best friends.
“Come on guys. Let’s give the crew our list and get our gear ready.”, you mumble, desperate to get away from them and the ache in your heart.
“You’re a lot quieter than you used to be.”, Eddie sassed, giving you pause as you turned to face them once more.
“I’m not. I just don’t say every thought inside my head.”, you spit.
“You don’t owe them an explanation, honey. Let’s go.”
***
“Jesus, this is painful.”, your guitarist mentions as you three stand off to the side to watch Corroded Coffin’s set.
She wasn’t wrong.
Nobody was on the same page and it showed, Steve struggling to stay in key while Eddie seemed to struggle to keep up, his fingers missing strings every few moments.
“Yeah…”
“I feel bad for the kid. Joining a band that sucks now.”
“Ellie.”, you giggle, pushing her arm.
“I’m serious! Maybe we can convince him to come play with us.”
“Hey!”
“Calm down, Dev. We’ll have him play like the tambourine or something.”, she jokes making your smile grow.
The moment their set finished; they stalked off the stage arguing with anyone in their path while Dustin disconnected to join the crowd.
While you and your band set things up, you let the moment wash over you including the pain that accompanied it. You always pictured yourself doing things like this with them and had for the longest time with this being your first time at this particular festival alone.
You had spent the last year alone, clawing your way into record studios and agent’s offices, showing off your demo and new skills without Eddie and Steve at your side. Anytime something good happened like finding your current management or your first single hitting the airwaves, you impulsively reached for the phone to call them before the memory of everything reminded you that they were no longer yours.
Raylan helped fill a lot of that void as your sound board and constant encouragement when he wasn’t busy with auditions or getting ready for his new upcoming role but it was never the same. No one knew you the way they did or made you laugh harder at something stupid that wouldn’t make sense to anyone but you three.
They had been there for you through your worst experiences…until they became one themselves.
“Alright, baby girl, are you ready!?”
The name hit you hard as your eyes become glassy and the last memory of them filled your mind.
“What? What’s wrong?”, Eddie asks, rising to his feet as he watches you adjust your clothing, your fingers shaking. “Baby girl, talk to us—”
“Y/N!” You blink back into the moment, finding Ellie in front of you with her palms on your shoulders. “You got this, babe, alright?!”, she screamed over the crowd that begun to chant your name while your drummer played a random beat to keep them occupied.
You nodded firmly, putting on your metaphorical mask that you had long ago adopted when it comes to playing on stage and turned to face your fans who jumped eagerly as one of your songs began to play.
Over the next hour, you felt like you were on cloud 9; the crowd responding positively to the music and your voice.
You had one song left to sing and you couldn’t help but scan the area to see if they were watching which they were, you finding Eddie and Steve nestled behind the curtain to your right, arms folded and beers in hand.
Bringing the mic to your lips, you started to sing.
“We were reckless in a dead-end town
Three hearts together, burning loud
You said we’d never fade away
Now I’m the only one who stayed.
We always said it was just us three
Who knew how easy it was
for you to lie to me.”
Closing your eyes, you belted out the bridge towards the audience who sang along making your heart melt.
“Now I’m talking to two ghosts
In the places we loved most
I still hear you in the noise
But I’m finally more than just your choice”
When you opened them again, you fully turned your body to face theirs leaving no illusion to the imagination that you were most likely singing to them and both men stood up straighter at the action.
“Now I see it clear as day
I was the one you threw away.
Choking on the things you never said,
Your hand on my throat replaying inside my head.
Now I see it, crystal clear
I was never safe with you here.
All that pain you tried to deploy
Now I’m stronger without my boys.”
Tossing the mic on the ground angrily, your irises remain locked on theirs as you flip them off before powerwalking towards the other end of the stage.
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Steddie Masterlist
Tagging the regulars (if I forgot someone its cause I'm dumb lol)
Eddie's Stadium Concert (Part of TIOOM Universe)(Steddie X Plus Size Reader)
A/N: I told you...any reason I can find to come back to these weirdos I will...because I can...and I love them <3 Anyway this is set before that last chapter (right before their high school reunion). Corroded Coffin definitely has a following and this is their first time playing in a huge arena style venue :) Eddie sings you a song and you have some exciting news for him *blushes*.
The period hormones have spoken!
Enjoy <3
Warnings: Dominate Daddy Steve & Master/Sir Eddie & Subby fem plus size Y/N, SMUT, phone sex, semi public sex (random room in the arena), male masturbation, daddy and master kink (obvs), p in v, light choking, dirty talk (of course with these freaks), aftercare always, FLUFF, like all the Fluff, they love each other lol
No real ANGST. There's a mention of something in one of the previous chapters where the reader went to the hospital for stress when she was pregnant but it's a brief mention. They just love her and are worried about her health.
Word Count: 3086
Take It Out On Me Masterlist here
1994
Eddie’s groan reverberated through the phone into your ear while listening to your own mewls as Steve rolled his hips between your legs, thrusting his cock deeper into your core.
“Fuck…please, Daddy…I’m gonna cu—”
The man’s large palm slapped firmly over your mouth, his head lifting so his irises could meet yours.
“What did I say? You have to fucking quiet or else you’re going to wake up Molly.”
You whine at the stop of his movements and the former jock widens his eyes in warning.
“Are you misbehaving, sweetheart?”
“Mm-hm.”, you mumble behind his hand, your pussy clenching at the sound of his mocking laugh.
“Ask him then. I want to hear if Steve agrees.” Your index and middle finger tap his back, a signal you three created just in case the metalhead had something he needed to express that the other boy should hear but also wouldn’t confuse Steve into thinking you were trying to use a safe signal. “Ask him if you’re misbehaving.”
“M-Master wants to know if I’m misbehaving, Daddy.”, you whisper when he lowers his hand just enough for you to be heard.
“Not misbehaving per say but definitely not being quiet.”
“I’m sorry. You just feel so go—”
“That’s not what he or I asked for, little girl. If you want to cum, you have to be fucking quiet. Bite Harrington’s shoulder if you need to. He’ll like that.”
Your breathy laugh warms his palm making the pretty boy smirk slightly as he lowers it to side, down the mattress, and behind your lower back to hold you tightly against him.
“What’s that asshole saying?”, he murmurs, steadily rocking his hips once more.
“H-He said I should bite your shoulder.”
“Yeah, baby, you can bite Daddy’s shoulder. Whatever you need to do.” His words trail off as his head falls beside your own. “Talk to him, honey. Tell him how good I’m making this pussy feel.”
“F-Fuck, Daddy’s cock i-is so deep inside me.”
“Shit, Y/N, I love the sounds you make. I w-wish I was there to fill up that tight little cunt.”
Steve’s rhythm hastens as he chases your highs, his grunts warming your skin as your free hand tangles in his hair. In your ear, you hear the faint schlick sounds of Eddie pumping his dick to match your repetitive ahs that you try your best to contain in the nook of the man’s shoulder.
Your body trembles beneath him, Steve’s lips silencing yours with his own as you come undone. The metalhead moans into the receiver just as the former jock groans above you, resting his head on your forehead as you listen to them both cum while feeling one of them warm your insides.
“Fuck, baby, that was hot. Are you ok?”
“Mhmm. I’m ok, Sir.”, you slur happily, drunk off your orgasm. “I miss you.”
At your slightly sad tone, Steve kisses your cheek down to your neck.
“I miss you to, sweetheart, so much. It’s weird not having you next to me. I had to have the hotel give me some extra pillows but…”, Eddie chuckles. “It’s not the same.”
“I know, baby. I can’t wait to see you this weekend. I know Molly’s excited to see your big concert.”
“Pfft, yeah. She won’t stop screeching your songs into the fake little microphone we got her.”, Steve adds as you two laugh.
“You, um, are you sure you want to come, Y/N? I know you haven’t been feeling well and I don’t want you to push yourself.”
“Uh oh, Daddy. Master’s questioning himself and my body.”, you tease, giggling when the other boy’s eyebrows furrow and he snatches the phone from your grasp.
“What? What’s going on, Munson?”
“Nothing! Little tattletale.” You laugh harder when you hear his playful voice through the device. “I just know she’s been nauseous lately and I know with all the stress of work, taking care of Molly, me on tour, and us trying to have another baby…Which by the way, you didn’t cum inside her, did you?”
Your cackle has Steve’s grin growing as he tries to cover your mouth to smother the noise.
“Ok, fuck you both.”, Eddie jests. “Give me back to the brat.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, man.”
“Yeah, yeah. You there, pretty girl?”
“I love you, Eddie.”, you swoon, your own smile stretching when you hear his throaty laugh on the other end.
“I love you to, Y/N. I’ll pick you three up tomorrow at the airport at noon, alright?”
“Alright, baby, good night.”
“Sweet dreams, freak.”
The moment you hang up, Steve lifts you off the bed and carries you to the bathroom where he places you on the counter to clean your frame.
“Are you sure you don’t want a quick shower?”
“Hmmm no, Daddy, thank you. I just want to cuddle with you.”
The man chuckles at your tone, kissing parts of your skin he passes before pausing at your tummy, allowing his lips to linger near your c-section scar.
“Are you sure your up for this trip?”
“It’s Eddie’s first concert in a big stadium. We can’t miss that.”, you hum lightly, your fingers gently running through his hair. “I’m ok, Steve, I swear.”
“I know, honey, and I trust you but with what happened at the beginning of your last pregnancy—”
“I was stressed and scared—”
“I know but Eddie has a point. With your morning sickness, work, chasing Molly around, a flight, the energy of the night…”
“Daddy!”, you lightly scold with a smile, urging him to his feet and circling your arms around his neck. “I’m fiiiiine but I understand your worry and if you want me to stay here I can.”
The pretty boy smiles as he kisses your forehead, his palm tenderly reaching out to rub your stomach.
“When are you going to tell him?”
“Oh, I have a plan.”, you tease, stifling your laugh in his shoulder as he carries you back to bed and waits for you to explain as you both fall asleep in the other’s arms.
***
You grin at your spot behind the curtain as Eddie’s fingers effortlessly fly across his guitar strings while he plays his solo.
He definitely knew how to work the stage, falling to his knees as he banged his head, his hair flying wildly as the people in the crowd screamed.
This is what he had always wanted…to be on stage…to be heard…
From the boy in the trailer who casually strummed his instrument to the man in a three-bedroom house playing that same guitar in front of thousands of fans.
You were so incredibly proud of him, beaming his way as you clapped your hands.
“Hey, is the song over?”, Steve panted as he came up behind you and placed Molly on her feet.
“It’s about to be. He just finished his solo.”, you relay, smirking as you fix the headphones protecting your daughter’s ears. “Ready?”, you mouth, smile growing when she nods.
Taking her hand, you place her in front of you, waiting for the metalhead to glance your way the way he always did after every song and when his irises finally met yours, you point to Molly who proudly stretched out her shirt for her father to read.
“I’m gonna be a big sister!”
When it registered, his eyes widened as his eyebrows lifted as if to silently ask you if it was true, covering his mouth when you nod.
A new ecstatic energy runs through him as he sprints to give you a quick kiss, pat his friend on the shoulder, and lift his daughter up to his chest with one arm to bring her out on stage, gesturing towards her shirt that has everyone cheering excitedly.
Steve chuckles beside you, pulling you to his side as he kisses your temple before taking Molly in his embrace when Eddie hands her over and takes your hand in his, pulling you back out with him.
“My wife Y/N! She is our everything and has been with me and my best friend Steve for 10 years!” You can’t help but blush when the people in the audience coo and you circle your arms around his sweaty torso. “I know when we met, Steve and I were assholes but you helped shape the men we are today, baby, and I love you so much.”
“I love you to.”, your tiny voice echoes into the microphone near his lips making him grin as he rubs your back comfortingly.
“She was shy like this when I met her in detention. I know, I was a bad boy! But, hey, it was meant to be, right? The freak, the king, and the shy, quiet bombshell ending up in that same damn room!”
People cheer and applaud as his band begins to play a new melody you had never heard before and Eddie pecks your forehead as he takes a step back before beginning to sing.
“King of cool with perfect hair
Metal freak in a folding chair
Both of us caught unaware
By the girl pretending we’re not there.
Detention queen with the innocent eyes
Sweet little danger in a soft disguise
Now the freak and the king both hypnotized
By the quiet girl under the fluorescent lights.”
Again, you blush as you bite your bottom lip to contain your smile as he continues to hold your hand and sing your way.
“Detention queen with the sweetest sin
Got two idiots caving in.
But the way you blush when we look your way
Makes two bad boys wanna misbehave.”
Eddie cranes his neck with a grin to meet your eyeline before gripping your chin to force you to completely focus on his features.
“Detention queen with a quiet flame
Got two bad boys whispering your name
King and the freak both caught in the game
And neither one walking away the same
Golden boy with his perfect grin
Metal freak with the devil within…”
Placing himself in front of you once more, you can’t help but allow your irises to trail down his lips and along his glistening, tattoo covered chest that was easily exposed to you due to his unbuttoned black shirt that was barely clinging to his frame.
God you wanted to fuck him right here on this stage and when your glassy hues found his again, you could tell he wanted you to.
“Both of us circling the same damn fire
Both of us feeding the same desire
So ring that bell, set the wolves free
Let the whole damn school watch Steve and me
Fall for the girl who never had to try
To make two bad boys fall in line.”
Cupping your cheek with his free hand, his lips pressed to yours and it was as if everything around you faded into a void.
You didn’t hear his fans screaming his name and clapping their hands or the guitar riff Gareth completed as the boys finished their song. You didn’t hear Molly and Steve enthusiastically cheering from the side.
No.
All you heard was the ten years of Eddie Munson and the love you had for him filling your heart.
The rockstar smiled tenderly as you both pulled back, the energy igniting and exploding between you both as he took your hand in his.
“Thank you guys so much! We love you and good night!”
Without waiting for anyone or any kind of cue, the man drops the microphone with a loud thwap to the stage and tugs you towards the opposite side of Molly and Steve knowing your window of time was small.
You giggled as you allowed him to lead you down a hallway, his determined stride evading every PA that tried to speak with him before turning down an empty hallway and opening a random door that you soon realize is for production equipment for the venue.
Your mouths connect the moment he shuts and locks the door, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to press you firmly against him as your palms grip his face just below his ears.
Eddie’s kisses come hot and needy, spinning you around to slam your back against the wall. You lightly whine at the roughness, your fingers reaching down to fumble with his belt as he hikes up your skirt and moves your panties to the side.
Chocolate eyes watch you with amusement as you lick your palm and give his dick a few cursory strokes before your own eyes roll back in pleasure as you guide his length into your heat.
“Fuck, our dirty girl. You wanted to fuck me in front of all those people didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”, you moan, your pussy clenching at his low grunt as he lifts one of your legs and curls it around his waist so he could get a better angle as he sets a steady but firm pace. “I liked your song.”
“Fuck, baby, I wish we had more time. Just keep taking my cock like a good girl.”
“I’m Master’s good girl.”, you hum, your arms circling around his neck as Eddie buries his head between the nook of your shoulder. “I missed you so much.”
The man panted against your skin as he thrust his dick harder into your core, the energy and heat of the night still buzzing around you both.
“You were so fucking sexy on that stage, baby. I was so—mmph—so proud of you. Watching your fingers move and the way you commanded the arena—fuck—always taking control.” The rockstars digits began to bruise your thigh and you knew he was close. “Your cock feels so good. Fill me up, Sir, please. I need it, I need you.”
His fingers moved from your leg to your throat, lightly squeezing and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the floaty feeling as your pussy quivers around him as you come undone. Eddie growls at the feeling, grinding his hips against yours till you feel his release warm your insides.
Tilting back to see your face, you both exchange a soft kiss that has him smiling against your mouth.
“You’re pregnant.”
“I am.”, you giggle. “I wanted to surprise you both but Mr. Protector Harrington got a bit too worried when I kept throwing up. I had to tell him before he rushed me to a hospital.” You both laugh and he continues to praise you as he carefully pulls out, lowering your leg gently to the ground. “You are so sweaty.”
“Yeah, I am. Didn’t stop you from jumping my sexy ass.”, he teases, taking your hand in his and kissing the back. “Did you really like my song? The guys and I were saving it for tonight because I knew you were coming to see us. I hadn’t even shown Steve yet.”
“I loved it, baby. What’s it called?”
The metalhead grins a bit mischievously as he takes a step towards you and hovers over your lips.
“Shy, Sexy Bombshell.”
Giggling, you shake your head and give him one final kiss before adjusting your clothes to head out and find your family.
That night Molly was over the moon, jumping on the bed while eating her dinner and listening to Eddie tell stories about his tour across the west coast.
Even though the hotel provided him with a 2-bedroom suite, your daughter fell asleep pressed up against her father’s chest while you keened into the metalhead’s warm physique.
“We’re going to have to start looking into a bigger house.”, Steve mused, his eyes gesturing towards where his friend was gently rubbing your tummy. “Maybe outside of Hawkins.”
“Can we do that? You and Robin’s office is there.”, you ask, your arm casually reaching up to lightly scratch your nails behind the rockstar’s head eliciting a soft sigh from his lips that heats your skin.
“We can work from anywhere, honey. Plus…I kind of already asked her and she said if we moved she’d go with us. She doesn’t exactly have any ties there.”
“What about Wayne and Maze and—”
“Shhhh, sweetheart, don’t think about all that right now.”, Eddie whispers, nudging your cheek with his nose. “One thing at a time. But you know no matter what they’d all come visit us.”
“I know. As long as I’m with you I don’t care where we are.”, you murmur, your eyes starting to get heavy as you bring your limb back around to hold the long-haired boy’s hand to your chest. “Oh, I forgot to tell you both…I got a letter for our…our ten-year reunion…”, you mumble, yawning in between your words.
“Isn’t it always a reunion when you live in a small town and you work in the school we went to?”, the pretty boy chuckles as the other man grins.
“Mhmm…but I was thinking maybe we could…recreate…a memory.” Both men laugh as you lazily smile at the sound. “I can also rub it in Carol’s face how happy we are.”
You giggle when you feel Eddie’s hair tickle your face as his forehead falls to your shoulder trying to stifle his laugh.
“Still a fucking bad girl.”, he teases, kissing your cheek. “Remember, baby, one thing at a time.”
Their grins expand when you respond with a tiny uh huh, your limbs going limp in his arms as you fully fall asleep.
“I liked your song, dude.”
“Thanks, man. I found it before I went on tour when I was visiting my uncle. It was shoved behind one of my D & D campaign journals.”
“No shit? When did you write it?”
“From what I can tell, the beginning of senior year when she came back from that summer in New York. I’m assuming that whole thing with Billy happened then everything after and I just forgot about it.”
“Fucking Billy.”, Steve growls, smiling when his friend laughs at his distain before observing him lean down to kiss your hip. “You ready for another one, Munson?”
“Yeah.”, Eddie beams, maneuvering his hand from your grasp to rub your stomach again. “Molly showed me how being a dad doesn’t mean I’m going to end up like mine. I can’t wait to see what this little head banger will be like.”
“I’m picturing a cross between you and Ozzy Osbourne.”, the man jests making them both giggle like children.
“Ozzy Osbourne, huh? That’s a good name for a baby with my genes.”, Eddie muses playfully. “Ozzy Munson-Harrington.”
the fun thing about Steddie for me is that in my brain they are both kinda lovey dovey people and so they just are CONSTANTLY touching, if they aren’t touching they die type shit:
whenever they’re out and about, Eddie is holding Steve’s hand even if it’s inconvenient and doesn’t work but who cares he’s gonna hold his gorgeous boys hand.
Steve loves to hug Eddie and just hold him there, especially from the back so he can pepper kisses to the crook of his neck and hear Eddie snicker because he’s ticklish.
they’re just a mess of tangled limbs and love and I love that for themmmm
I just want Steve to act like a complete awkward ass with Eddie on their first date, bc he doesn’t know how to “treat“ a man, and Eddie is like “oh god here we fucking go😒“
Like Steve it's so fucking. . JUST TAKE HIM TO THE MOVIE THEATERS WITH HIS FAV CANDY AND HE WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER
A/N: This possessed me mostly because I REALLY love this version of them and if I can find more songs to continue stories I will...cause I can... :D
Enjoy!
Warnings: Vampire Steddie X Vampire Plus Size Fem Y/N, SMUT slight sub/dom dynamics (no titles), dirty talk, slight humiliation (whore, slut), fingering (f receiving), praise, DP, choking, mentions of spanking, PDA (making out and slight heavy petting in a club), FLUFF, these three do love each other
ANGST, story starts with a feeding and killing (choking mentioned, blood mentioned (they are vampires)), she does get into a fight with the guys cause she misses her mom and best friend from those first couple of chapters, she does head back to Hawkins and it doesn't go how she thinks, they threaten Y/N's mom to tell them where she is. Um... some things from previous chapters are mentioned like their torture and how the reader was turned (very brief).
You CAN read this without having read the others but some parts MAY be slightly confusing just because certain things are referenced but you can get the gist.
Word Count: 7448
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"Mi amor es más fuerte
Que los demonios
Que yo solía frecuentar
Ya no pregunto mi vida, veo al sol
Ahora que tengo mi amor."
My love is stronger
Than the demons
I used to frequent
I no longer question my life, I see the sun
Now that I have my love
2026
Abigail wasn’t a regular at dark and brooding clubs like this but when her best friend suggested a night out she couldn’t say no, having been practically buried alive in homework and preparing for her midterms.
College definitely wasn’t for the faint of heart.
Dressed in her favorite red spaghetti strap, she detached from the girl she came with to roam the dark club while the loud bass thumped, her eyes trying not to stare for too long at the couples grinding against one another on the dance floor.
She sipped her martini, red lipstick sticking to the rim as she does while the music flows into a new rhythm and her head bobs, irises slightly shifting to the leather couch nearby.
“Your blood’s so sweet, can’t pull back
You move slow, I attack
Heartbeat loud, skin so sweet
You step close, I bare teeth
Your blood, like sin
Breathe me in, let’s begin.”
Barely concealed by the darkness, she could just make out a woman between two men that were open mouth kissing and sucking on her neck. Any little moan or reaction had them smiling against her skin, their hands roaming her bare voluptuous thighs that she barely tried to keep pressed together so nothing was revealed under her gorgeous purple dress that clung to her curves.
One boy with long-hair whispered something in her ear as her palm caressed his upper thigh just below the bulge in his jeans making her giggle as she bit her bottom lip.
“Don’t scream, don’t pray
You’ll do what I say
One bite, one vow
You’re mine now.”
The other man rolled his hips against her opposite side and hand, his tongue running along her throat making her jaw go slack at the action before ducking her head to kiss his lips.
Her eyes met Abigail’s and she hastily looked away but she couldn’t for long, her irises drifting back to watch the display.
“You whimper soft, then breathe deep
The dark’s a secret that we keep
First bite, you stay
You’ll do what I say.”
“Excuse me, ma’am.”
“Shit!”
“Sorry, sorry!”, the bartender apologized. “I just wanted to ask if you needed a refill or anything.”
“Oh, um, no, thank you.”
The man nods and focuses on the other patrons but when she glances towards the sofa again, the three people were now gone.
“Hey.”
“Jesus!”
“Whoa, aren’t we jumpy tonight?”, the woman teased eliciting a nervous laugh from Abigail. “I saw you watchin’ and I just wanted to come introduce myself. I’m Y/N.”, you beam, extending your hand out that she shakes.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be…leering…I just—”
“It’s ok, pretty girl. You live as long as we have and we kind of forget that other people are around.”
“As long as you have? You’re what twenty something?”
“Something like that.”, you smile but she catches the slight twinge of sarcasm behind it. “Would you like to come hang out with us?”
“Oh, um, I’m not into—”
“Into what?”
“You know…”, she gestures towards the couch.
“Ah…then why were you watching?”
“I, um, I think it’s attractive how they, um, they pack on the PDA.”, she nervously laughs and you laugh along with her.
“Yeah, they do. We almost lost each other once and since then I can’t seem to get them off me. Not that I want them to.”, you grin, glancing towards the bar exit. “I have an idea. Why don’t you come hang out with us, no pressure or anything. Just drinks, music, and friendly conversation. You can even bring your friend if you want.”
At your last sentence, you gesture that way allowing Abigail to meet her friends curious gaze.
“Ok, um, let me talk with her and I’ll meet you outside.”
After nodding, the girl slips away, feeling your intense stare follow her as she moves.
“Who’s that? She’s hot.”
“Um, she said her name was Y/N and invited us back to their place.”
“Oh, Abigail, you freak.”, her best friend teases, lightly hitting her arm. “Those sexy guys will be there to? Are they like…up for grabs… or.”
“She said we would just hang out, no expectations.”
“Hell, I’m expecting something—”
“Tori!”
“Come on, freak. This could be fun. Let’s go!”, she shouts grabbing her friend’s hand and yanking her out into the parking lot where they find you sitting on a truck with your legs wrapped around the long-haired boy’s waist as he smokes, both men staring their way as they walk up. “Hey there. I’m Tori and this is my best friend Abigail. We would LOVE to come ‘hang out’ with you guys.”
“Sweet. I’m Eddie and this is my best friend Steve.”, the metalhead introduces making the girls smile when the pretty boy wiggles his fingers to say hello. “Of course, you met our wife Y/N.”
“Awwwww.”, Tori coos obnoxiously causing her own friend beside her to cringe. “That’s so cute and one day I hope that is legal for ya’ll.”
Steve’s grin grows but only Abigail notices your smile gradually disappear.
“Please forgive her. When she’s had too much to drink sometimes her mouth moves before her brain tells her to stop. I think that’s beautiful and I like your ring.”, she praises, gesturing towards your silver and green band with the pink diamond.
“Thank you. I got them some bands to match with an engraving inside but that’s our little secret.”
At the mention of their rings, both boys confidently flash them their way before the former jock maneuvers to the side and opens the car doors.
“After you, ladies.”
***
Abigail’s whine is barely heard over the sound of Steve and Eddie’s obnoxious slurping noises as they fed from her best friend’s neck. You had already bit into her, eating your fair share before leaning back against the sofa with a drunk, satisfied smile.
“I wanted to be the one to feed from you since as I’m sure you’ve noticed they can be a bit rough especially when they’re starving.”, you murmured, carefully lifting her head to lay on your lap and gently petting her hair away from her face. “The first time they bit into me, I barely remember it…I just remember it hurt. But, Abby, when the pain subsided and I felt their bodies against mine…oh my god.”
“P-Please.”, the girl whimpers, tears falling from her eyes.
“Thank you for trying to apologize and defend us when your friend mocked us for saying we are married. We actually are, you know? Steve and I got a priest in France to marry us and then Eddie and me in Amsterdam. Not that it matters. A piece of paper doesn’t define us especially when you’ve been together for forty years. They’re sentimental though.”, you tease lightly, glancing down at the girl’s scared features. “You remind me of her…my best friend from school…I think about her sometimes…and my mom…”
A tear leaves your own eye just as Eddie shifts his gaze your way and unhinges his fangs from Tori’s throat. Silently crawling your way, the metalhead maneuvers up your frame, tenderly kissing up your legs to the exposed skin of your chest and licking the lingering blood that sticks to the corner of your mouth.
“Stop playing with your food.”, he mumbles with a smirk, pecking along your cheek to your ear causing you to close your eyes as you turn your head into the sound of his voice. “Did you get enough to eat?”
Your lip trembles slightly as you nod, delicately kissing his exposed shoulder.
“Do you want me to take care of her?” Again, you nod, even as your fingers continue to play with the girl’s hair. “It’s alright, sweetheart, keep your eyes closed and listen to the sound of my voice, baby.
Right down the line, it's been you and me
And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be.”
Eddie smiles at the sound of your giggle, to distracted to notice when his hand drifts to Abigail’s throat and begins to squeeze.
“Oh, girl, you stand by me
I'm forever yours
Faithfully.”
When her body finally stills, he brings his ring laced fingers to the side of your face, holding you in place as he kisses your lips.
“You hate that song.”, you beam.
“Yeah, but you like it.”
“Come on, honey, let’s go home.”, Steve coos, gently moving the body on your lap to the side and lifting you in his strong arms.
Your arms circle around his neck as his wings expand and both men shoot up into the sky.
***
Sighing, you place your paint brush into the water and swivel yourself around to take in the night sky from your large window in your apartment within your current home in Greece.
As the years passed, everything around you three constantly changed but certain parts of world felt like they remained the same like this little town you found yourself in. It allowed you to ground yourself in some form of consistency and thankfully this had been the longest place you were able to live in without having to flee.
Your mom wasn’t as persistent as your father had been in finding you guys.
A decade had even passed before she came close to nabbing you before Steve caught the odd sounds and you three bolted. You half expected with the change of technology it would be easier for them to find you, your protectors doing everything they could to make sure you were safe.
“Why the fuck does a phone need a screen?”, Eddie growls towards the newest device in the store at the mall you were walking around in. “People are with people in front of you. Why put a screen in the way.”
“Oof, someone didn’t enjoy the beginning of Back to the Future 2.”, you tease.
“To be fair, Marty was fired when he answered the video call.”, Steve absently answered, holding the device in his hand. “It’s heavy…like a computer…”
“I hear people say it’s meant for the government to track you.”
“What people?”, you jest, turning around in the metalheads arms and kissing his lips. “Who are you talking to that’s not us?”
“I have super hearing, baby, now…shut up.”, he jokes making you laugh. “Maybe we stay close to towns without those things?”
“Just have to be extra careful.”, the former jock confirms.
Strong, muscular arms circle around you and you grin wide as you lean against Steve’s bare chest as he rests his chin on top of your head.
“Everything alright, honey?”
“Yeah, just thinking.”
Eddie places himself along the open window ledge and lights the end of his cigarette.
“The painting behind you makes me think you’re lying.”
The pretty boy releases you from his hold and you both turn to take in what you had been working on. Your art had improved given your over 40 years of practice but even you noticed sometimes your paintings had gotten sadder.
Tonight, you had begun drawing the girl from last night but she kind of morphed into a blur of your former friend and your mom. She appeared heartbroken on her knees reaching towards the top of the canvas where the sun was vaguely illuminating the dark around her.
“I just miss my family.”
“The family that tortured us, hunts us down, and killed you?”
“Eddie.”, Steve growls sharply. “I know you miss them, baby, that’s normal but we stay away for a reason.” Your sad irises meet his and he knows before you speak, they both do. “No, Y/N.”
“I don’t have to talk to them. I just want to see them—”
“No.”, he hisses, stalking away from you towards the bedroom with you running behind.
“They won’t even know I’m there and you can come with me even if that makes you more comfortable—”
“I SAID NO!”, he roared, turning to tower over you.
A long time ago, this reaction would have frightened you making you jump out of your skin as you cowered slightly at his stare. After everything you had been through with them, however, you were much stronger, meeting his glare with one of your own as you took a step forward so your nose was just under his.
“Don’t talk to me like that, Steven.”
“Then stop arguing with me, Y/N.”
“I’m allowed to have an opinion and go wherever I please. We are not joined at the hip.”
“That may be true, baby girl…”, Eddie chimes in from behind you leaning against the doorframe. “…however, you still belong to us thus we make the final decision.”
“And the answer is no.”, Steve adds.
“What if I don’t like the answer?”, you hiss.
Both men chuckled in that particular way that had you smirking in defiance as you bit your bottom lip. You three played rough all the time utilizing new toys and methods over the decades to add to your enjoyment but this? You hadn’t experienced this in a while from them.
Pure, raw…annoyance…
A large palm abruptly wraps around your throat and your guided backwards till your back hits the wall and your vision is clouded by the metalhead blowing smoke your way.
“I know it’s been a long time since you were afraid of us but if you fly down there, Y/N, I swear to you we will give you a new meaning of the word fear.”
You blink, suffocating the need and arousal that threat gives you so your anger can take precedence.
“It’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair.”
“Is that what my mom told you when you asked to see your uncle, Eddie?”, you snap. “Or how about when you asked to see Robin?!”
“It’s not the same and I know you fucking know that.”
“Unless you think your life with us is torture.”, the metalhead grumbled.
Shoving Steve’s chest, he lets you go and they watch as you fly out the window to sit on the beach just outside.
The planned to leave you alone to let you fume but when your tears hit their ears, they couldn’t ignore it, flying to your side.
“I know you don’t remember me before we met but they were all I had.”, you whimper. “We’re getting to that age where people we knew will fade while we keep living and this may be my last chance to see them.”
“Baby, we understand, we really do but they’re most likely still in Hawkins which is where the lab is. Are you really willing to risk your safety for people like them?”, Steve asked, his palm reaching out to pet your head.
“I am.”
Your answer surprises them slightly as both boys exchange a look.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but we’re not. We almost lost you once and we can’t we do that again.”
As you heavily begin to cry, both men circle their arms around you, holding you tightly to them.
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Your mother sighs as she sifts through the photos she had laid out on her coffee table of you when you were a child. The lab took a lot of them for research but these she kept knowing they were special.
Her fingers grazed your smiling face as a six-year-old you beamed at the camera with a paint brush in your hand. Another had you mid laugh in her arms when you were three as she tickled your side.
Shuffling to her kitchen, she grabbed the kettle off the stove and poured the boiling water in her cup, inhaling the smell of the ingredients hoping to calm her usual broken heart.
The lights above her flicked off and her frame promptly went rigid.
“John?”, she called, placing her cup down and searching through her drawers blindly, finding what she was looking for and cocking the gun before calling her husband’s name a bit louder.
Weapon drawn, she searches down the hall to find it empty but when she enters her living room, her wide eyes land on her husband’s, finding him bound and gagged on the couch. Before she can do anything to help, a hand grips her wrist, yanking the gun from her grasp and pushing her down onto the adjacent sofa.
Eddie’s black irises glared into hers as he gripped her chin with his palm.
“Where is she?”, he growls.
“I don’t know what your—”
Cold fingers trailed to her throat and firmly squeezed causing her eyes to expand, shifting behind his shoulder to find Steve standing near the man she loved.
“Don’t play with me, doctor. We’re not in the fucking mood. We know she came down here to see you now where…is…SHE!?” Tossing her back down, she tried to catch her breath, coughing as he took a seat on the coffee table in front of her. “Don’t pretend like you’re protecting her now after everything you’ve done.”
Your mother breathily laughs, surprising all the men in the room as her eyelids flutter and she gives them her attention.
“I thought she was lying when she said you didn’t know she was here. What? Did it take you two days to realize she was missing? You’re getting rusty in your old age.”
Steve growls at her callous tone while Eddie’s grin stretches to match hers.
“We didn’t think she would actually disobey us. I wouldn’t say rusty but we definitely underestimated her. Don’t worry, we won’t make that mistake again.”
“Hm, wouldn’t be the first time.”, she mocked. “You didn’t think she’d leave the first time remember? We never found out what that month was like for you two. You killed every man you encountered so we could never interview anyone.”
This time the former jock is the one to laugh, placing his hand on her husband’s shoulder.
“We did some digging on you while we were looking for Y/N. You got remarried about 15 years after shooting your former husband. Did you know about that, John?”, Steve asked. “I’ll take the expression as a no. He has a daughter that lives with you still, no?”
Your mother’s sarcastic smile fell as she shifted in her seat.
“You leave her alone.”
“We won’t do anything to either of them if you tell us where Y/N is.”
When she still doesn’t respond, Eddie rolls his eyes, rising to head for her husband but the moment he bears his fangs she shouts, “NO! She was here last night! She was here. We didn’t talk for long but…”
“Why can’t we hear her? Is this house like your other one she grew up in?”
“No but she didn’t speak. We wrote on a notebook back and forth.”
“Give me the notebook.”
“I burned it.”
Rushing forward, the metalhead grabs her arm and twists it violently, relishing in her screams as his own from his past echo in his brain.
“Give me. The. Notebook.”
Pointing shakily towards the kitchen, Steve follows her finger, collecting what they need and showing it to his friend.
“What are you doing here?”
“I just needed to see you. I won’t be here long.”
“Why are we writing instead of talking? Do they not know you’re here? Are you safe?
“Like you care about my safety…”
“They didn’t want me to come but they don’t control me. I’m my own woman.”
“You are. Still as beautiful as the last day I saw you.”
“When dad killed me.”
“He became obsessed, Y/N, with what those boys are and how to stop them from hurting people!”
“Those boys are the love of my life, mama, and let’s not forget you and dad are part of the reason they became who they are.”
“I saw a girl leave to hang out with friends tonight.”
“Amy. My stepdaughter. John’s only kid. She’ll be 18 in May.”
“She’s beautiful. You got a second chance to have a better family.”
“Baby, no matter what you are still my daughter and I still love you. I think about you every day.”
“Is Mandy still in Hawkins?”
“Y/N, I’m not lying. I love—”
The paper was ripped with pen trailing down from the sentence as if you had pulled it from her grasp to keep her from continuing.
“Did you give her Mandy’s address?”
“Yes. I’ll write it down for you.”
“How about you tell it to me? I have a good memory.”, Eddie sasses, nodding when he gets what he needs. “There’s no point in sending people there. You’ll only put everyone in jeopardy.”
“I wasn’t planning on it. She’s probably not there anyway.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Can you fucking hear her talking to Amanda?!”
Black clouds his eyes as he starts to step towards her but a thought hits him taking priority as he grips Steve’s arm before crashing through your mother’s ceiling.
***
In your mind your former best friend was still the way she was when you left, an eighteen-year-old scrawny loudmouth with bright eyes and an eighties style.
Looking at her now in your old bedroom in the house you grew up in was absolutely surreal. When you took her from her own home, she was still in her pajamas with her long, blond hair pulled into a messy bun. Mandy’s eyes were still bright but years of laughing and experience had lines aging her face in a way you didn’t expect since you didn’t age at all.
When she spoke, her voice was soft.
“Your mom told me you were dead. That Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington killed you.”
Your growled like a wolf and she lightly gasped at the sound.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to…my goal wasn’t to scare you…”
“A twenty some-odd year-old version of my childhood best friend kidnapped me from house and literally flew me with her giant wings to an abandoned home and you didn’t think that would scare me?”
You winced at her assessment hating the way it sounded.
“They didn’t do this to me, Eddie and Steve. My dad shot me with the venom that turned them into vampires. I did die but it brought me back…”
“As a vampire to?” You nod. “And you knew what they were when you pushed me away?”
“Mandy—”
“Amanda. Only my friends call me Mandy.”
Your heart cracks at her words as a tear leaves your eye that you hastily wipe away.
“Amanda…I was going through so much at that time. I had just found out that my parents weren’t who I thought they were. They tortured these men that I love, they were observing me after I got bit—”
“When he bit you…Eddie…”
“Y-Yes.”
“Pfft and you love him.”
Your lip trembles as your jaw clenches.
“You have no idea what they’ve been through. What WE’VE been through. If they hadn’t fed from me they would have died—”
“Good! They should have!” Your eyes widen in shock, searching your brain desperately to find a way to make her understand. “They’re monsters, Y/N.”
“They are NOT monsters.”, you hiss, your pupils steadily beginning to darken.
“Oh no? Did they kill Garrett Solis?”
“Who the fuck is that?”
Amanda’s jaw drops as she takes a step back.
“Of course, you don’t fucking remember. I’ve spent the last forty years replaying that night in my head, trying to understand what happened to him and what could have made you change after he was killed. But you can’t even fucking remember who that is!”
The darkness fully takes over as your eyes become black and a sinister smile spreads across your face.
“Oh…Garrett Solis…I remember him now. Steve snapped his neck after he had the audacity to touch what was theirs. Me.”, you answer when her eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Sometimes names and faces get blurred when the bodies pile up. A girl’s gotta eat.”, you joke, taking slow steps towards her. “Now what were saying about my husbands?”
As you tap your finger against your mouth, her eyes take in the band around your ring finger.
“That’s right. That they’re monsters who should have been killed. Why would you say that, Mandy?”
“Y/N, please, I didn’t mean to—”
“They never do. My parents, the lab techs, people who joke about how cute it is that we’re ‘pretending’ to be married. The girl who touched Eddie’s chest while whispering about how he deserved to be fucked without doing any ‘heavy lifting’ or the woman put her hands on Steve’s thigh during our fucking honeymoon while we were on the beach.”, you grumbled, your voice dropping to a deep timbre that froze the girl in place.
“The security guard that smacked me when my father tried to hide me from them. The men that worked for him who fired guns at us while Steve tried to protect me with his body taking every bullet before slumping weak in my arms. The pretentious jocks that were kicking and beating Eddie in the rain while he was down for something he didn’t do.
The men and woman including my parents who burned, stabbed, and poisoned those men you call monsters…the men that I LOVE!”
At your roar, you began to charge towards her but a loud crash followed by arms around you tackled you into the hallway and down the stairs. As Steve struggled to get to his feet, you listened to Eddie’s voice as he spoke to your former friend just outside the front door.
“Run, Amanda. Run home and forget you ever saw us.”
You wince slightly as you stand, rolling your shoulders as you feel the wounds you got from falling steadily heal.
“I…I…”
“RUN, NOW!”, the metalhead growled, the girl squeaking followed by silence.
“Why did you do that?”, you hiss the pretty boy’s way, his own cuts and bruises having healed.
“Because you would have regretted killing her.”
“She’s just like everyone else!”
“You control that tone, little girl.” At the sound of Eddie’s voice, you tilted your head towards where he had positioned himself in front of the stairs. “You’re already in enough trouble for disappearing.”
“You don’t control me.”
“Yes, Y/N, we do.”
When Steve plants his feet, you take it as a challenge, flying towards his chest and tackling him to the floor. Wrestling wasn’t uncommon between the three of you but this was different. You weren’t giggling or smiling like you normally did and the former jock could tell you were using every ounce of your strength to try and pin him down.
Succeeding, your fangs bit the nook between his shoulder and neck and he shouts in pain before pushing you away from him towards Eddie who appeared behind you, threading his fingers through your hair and firmly tugging.
“Seems fitting we’re doing this in here. This house is where I took your fucking virginity and made you ours. This is the first time we’ve seen you fully embrace the vampire. I’m not gonna lie, baby, it’s incredibly fucking sexy.”
Taking a hold of his wrist, you twist his arm and throw him across the room, turning to fly towards your bedroom before Steve’s hold on your ankle has you hitting the steps of the stairs roughly.
“Why do you fucking care if I kill her? After all the people we’ve eaten why now do you care?!”
“We don’t but we care about you! If you kill her it will torture you for the rest of your existence.” You growl at the former jocks statement, pushing against his hold to no avail. “I know once your fucking head clears and you calm down it’ll weigh fucking heavy in your mind and you’ll spend the next few decades flying over here to make sure her husband and kids are alright! We won’t risk losing you again!!”
Your palm flew smacking him hard in the face and the growl that left his chest matched your equally deep grumble before his fingers took hold of your throat.
“You’ve bit me, hit me, pushed me and disrespected us both. Maybe we’ve been too lenient with you, little girl. What did we say would happened if you flew down here?”
“You’d…show me…what fear really meant…”
Eddie’s head tilted from behind him with a smirk.
“Did you think we were lying or did you just not care?”, he asked. “Remember what happened the last time you thought we were lying?”
“When you let that kid touch your body at the party.”, Steve clarified.
“Garrett Solis?”, you inquire sarcastically. “Kind of wish I had let him. Kid had the biggest crush on me.”
Lifting you to your feet, the pretty boy brings your back to his chest, fingers gliding to your jaw to keep your head in place while he growled in your ear.
“Now’s not the time to play that way and piss us off even more, honey.”
“Unless you can handle the consequences.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”, you grumble through gritted teeth, lightly grunting when you feel Steve’s hand grip you tighter while Eddie took a step closer and unbuttoned your jeans, fingers finding their way under the waistband of your panties.
“You know, Harrington, she may not be afraid but little slut is definitely turned on.”
“How wet is she, Munson?”
Two of his fingers effortlessly penetrate your entrance making you moan as your head falls back against the other boy’s shoulder. The obscene sound of your slick hits their ears as they chuckle obnoxiously.
“Jesus…is all this for us?
“Or maybe it’s from disobeying us?”
You barely heard their words as your moans mixed in with the other sounds in the room. You felt your body release some of the tension it had been clinging to but when you closed your eyes images began to replace the positive notions.
You saw your mom laughing at the table with her husband and stepdaughter like nothing had changed. Mandy and her family sitting in their living room watching tv with a huge smile plastered on their faces. Eddie being spit on in class and the boy who insulted Steve at the family video. The lab techs on the videos hurting them and the bullet that pierced your side.
“Baby?”
You heard Steve’s voice calling but it sounded so far away…like when they were holding you on the roof in Paris begging for you not to leave them.
Abruptly, you pushed at Eddie’s chest but you hadn’t even realized he had long removed his hand from your pants as both boys tried to get your attention. When your palm connected to his pecs, the metalhead took hold of your wrist and pulled you into his arms.
“It’s ok, sweetheart, you’re safe.”
“They…they hurt us…and kept moving on like…like everything was normal…”, you sobbed.
“Amanda didn’t though, honey. That’s why we didn’t want you to kill her.”
“She called you monsters.”, you growled. “Monsters my parents should have killed.”
“We know, baby, we heard.” Your eyes widen at Steve’s words. “We were outside the window. We wanted you to finish your conversation because we knew you needed this.”
“We had already been to your moms so we knew you were safe and she hadn’t brought you into the lab.”
You nod, tilting your head back as Eddie wipes the wetness under your eyes.
Rising to your feet, you button your pants and slowly maneuver towards the window, flying into the night sky with them close behind as you head back to your shared home.
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You pant as you stare at the ceiling above you trying to catch your breath, both boy’s heavy breathing trying to even out from their spots on the opposite end of the room.
You three were completely drenched in sweat and you were highly aware that if your body could bruise, their teeth marks and handprints would have littered your skin.
Pressing up on your palms, you take in their naked frames, Steve running his fingers through his messy hair and Eddie retying his on top of his head before leaning back in his chair by the window.
“I love you.”, you say their way, their heads coming to attention. “I’m sorry I hit you. I was…”
“Out of your mind?”
“A bit.”, you giggle. “I kind of see what you meant when you said all you see and heard was me when your eyes go black like that. Amanda insulted you and all I could see was what you had been through. I just wanted to protect you.”
The metalhead smiles, tossing a playful wink your way that has you giggling.
“So are ya’ll coming back over here to fuck me or what?”
“Honey, we’re vampires not machines. Give us a minute.” Steve joked. “You’re supposed to be in trouble anyway.”
Both men chuckle lightly when you pout.
“Geez, Harrington, look at her. When we first met her no one had ever even touched her before. Her first orgasm ever was grinding on your lap and now she’s fucking BEGGING for more.”
You wickedly smile as you lean back against the pillows and open your legs to expose your cunt to their equally naked forms.
“Before I met you I barely even touched myself. It never worked for me.”, you whined lightly running your fingers along your inner thighs. Some of your arousal was still sticking to you allowing your pussy to glisten as if just for them.
Granted they had made you cum more times than you could count already.
“You never played while you were drawing us?”
“No.”, you coo with a smile. “My drawings of you were purely academic, Mr. Munson.”
“Pfft, bullshit.”, he teases, getting to his feet and slowly stalking your way.
“Why didn’t it work for you, baby?”, Steve asked, mirroring the man beside him.
Gliding two of your fingers between your dripping folds, you bit your bottom lip to contain the groan.
“My fingers could never…press the button…” At your words, you raise your eyebrows knowingly making them both laugh.
“Can you push it now, sweetheart?”
Your eyes lock with Eddie’s as you insert your appendages into your core as far as you can, arching your back with a breathy moan.
“A little. Not as well as you both can.”
Steve’s palm absently strokes his cock, his eyes struggling to maintain focus on one spot as your free hand clutches your breast.
“Fuck, baby girl, still so fucking sexy.” Jumping in beside you, his large, rough palm takes over, cupping your boob while his thumb grazes your nipple. “And these tits are still fucking perfect. Jesus.”, he praised, tilting down so his tongue could play with the bud.
A humid pant had your pussy clenching around your fingers and you realized then that Eddie had crawled onto the bed between your open legs to watch your digits move.
“You can take of yourself now, can’t you, Y/N?”
“I like when you touch me.”
“And we like when you listen.”, the long-haired boy snaps back, kissing the meat of your thigh before climbing up your frame, dragging his sharp teeth along your other breast to your neck. “Your mother said we must have gotten rusty because you were gone for a whole night before we went looking. Truth was we underestimated you but we assured her that will never happen again.”
“You underestimated me before.”, you whimper. “When I left with my family. You didn’t think I would leave then either.”
“We were stupid then.”, the pretty boy replied. “Treated you like garbage but we treat you like a queen now, Y/N.”
“You do.”
“Then why did you disobey?”
Eddie’s fingers replaced yours, thrusting them inside of you at a pace that overwhelmed you as they both kissed and sucked on your neck.
“I-I had to. I had to see, baby. You were being unreasonable.”
“Unreasonable?!”, the metalhead growled, head lifting so his angry eyes could meet yours before exhaling and allowing his forehead to lean on yours. “You didn’t experience it like we did, Y/N, you dying. You’ve never lost us like that—”
“I lost you—”
“You knew where we were, honey.”, Steve whispers in your ear, fingers trailing down your tummy to your clit matching his friend’s rhythm. “We thought we were never going to see you again. Never kiss you, hold you, or hear you laugh.”
“Never take care of you or touch your beautiful face. Never be… complete.” Your heavy moans warm Eddie’s mouth as you come undone, your palm raising to cup his cheek and keep him close. “We can’t lose you, sweetheart.”
“And Hawkins is the most unsafe place we can think of.”
“I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll never disobey you like that ever again.”, you cry, swiveling your head back and forth between them to kiss their lips.
“Fuck me.”, the metalhead grunts, gripping your waist and rolling onto his back with you on top of him. “Face…Face forward, atta girl, let me see that sexy ass.” You squeak with a giggle when he spanks your behind. “Hold it open so I can see. Good girl.”
Steve places himself in front of you, eyes glued to yours and your cocky smirk as you feel Eddie take hold of his shaft while his other hand guides you down onto his length.
Your eyelids flutter as he delivers you a few cursory pumps, his cock filling and stretching your ass in the best possible way. The pretty boy tilts his head as he watches every little twitch on your face with you expecting him to make some kind of move but when a palm circles around your neck your surprised it’s not his.
Eddie yanks you to his chest with your back against him utilizing his knees to keep your legs open.
“Go ahead, Steven. Fuck—time to teach this little whore what happens when she doesn’t listen.”
Stroking his cock, the boy leaned down and spit directly into your core, the action making you mewl as your pussy quivered, pulling the former jock in the moment he guided his dick into your entrance.
Whenever they fucked you at the same time, you swore you felt complete. Like this was exactly where you were meant to be with these two men in this moment. They knew exactly how to please you individually but together they turned you into the equivalent of goo.
To feel them so deeply, physically, mentally, and emotionally…
This is what you imagined heaven would be like if you could die.
“Fuck, baby, harder.”
“Hey, look at me.”, Steve commanded and you listened. “You don’t tell us what to do. You do what we say—mmph—and fucking listen w-when we tell you to do something.”
“You still belong to us, Y/N. Say it.
“I…I belong to…you. Fuck…PLEASE!”
Eddie’s jaw clenches as he tightens his grip around your neck.
“You don’t get to beg tonight, little girl. You get what we fucking give you. You’re lucky we didn’t tie you to the fucking bed and just watch you squirm. Especially after hearing that motherfuckers name come out of your mouth. Now lie back and keep those fucking gorgeous legs open till we’re done using you.”
You mouth fell open at his words, loving each and every one as you did what he told you.
“Fuck, Munson, this tight pussy is too fucking good.”
The metalhead’s laugh mixed in with his moan as they both slammed their bodies into yours, each firm thrust causing the headboard to smack loudly against the wall.
Steve spits onto your clit, using his thumb to rub fast circles into the nub while Eddie took hold of one of your tits.
Your orgasm hit you like a wave, much harder than all the ones before as your fingers clung to the boy’s hair beneath you to ground yourself as your trembled between them screaming their names.
“God fucking damn it!”
They both heavily inhale through their nose and a lazy smile painted your lips, knowing why. Eddie came first pounding his release into your ass with Steve following with a few more sloppy thrusts filling up your cunt.
Each boy carefully pulled out of you, murmuring praises as you remained in your bliss. You vaguely hear the water running in the bathroom and after a couple of minutes the long-haired man lifts you into his arms to bring you to the nice, warm bath the former jock had prepared.
Eddie climbed in behind you and you kissed his cheek the moment his arms wrapped around you. When your face falls slightly, Steve places his fingers under your chin to lift your head.
“What are you thinking about, baby?”
“I, um, a part of me kind of hoped Mandy…Amanda would be happy to see me. I don’t know why with how I left things but…”
“That’s understandable, Y/N. She was your best friend and you knew her before us.”, Eddie added, trying his best to help.
“I didn’t know my mom told people I was I dead. Maybe…that helped her, my mother, …move on.”
“Honey.”, Steve cooed, stepping into the bath when you begin to cry.
“It kind of reminded me that I never really knew them or what they were capable of.”
“We went through some of the records in her house, at least the ones in her desk. She DOES miss you, sweetheart.”, the metalhead murmured, hugging you tighter to him. “She’s going to miss you more now that her husband has some idea of what she is.”
Your eyes widen and your jaw drops briefly before forming into a smile.
“What did you two do!?”
“We were looking for you, troublemaker!”, the former jock jests. “She wouldn’t tell us so we had to…press some buttons…”
“Let’s just say, we don’t think he knew she was married before.”
The three of you continue to laugh like you normally do before you finally feel comfortable to vent more of your pain about everything that happened. Both men listen patiently, absorbing your words as they continue to clean you, running their palms tenderly along your skin.
Once you’re out of the tub and dry, Eddie tugs his shirt over your head and you revel in the smell before Steve lifts you in his arms bringing you back to your bed.
As he pulls off your rings, the long-haired boy kisses each one of your fingers to the back of your hand, playfully yanking you towards him so he could kiss your lips. After placing their rings beside yours on the bedside table, you lay your head on Steve cool skin, tenderly kissing his chest as Eddie slides in behind you to secure his arm around your waist.
“I really am sorry I left. Sometimes I forget how time moves and that there was a time where you thought I left you forever.”
“Reword that, baby. You didn’t leave us, your dad almost took you away from us forever.”, the metalhead murmurs against your shoulder with a light growl at the memory.
“And we’ll never allow that to happen again, honey.”, Steve adds, rolling onto his side to face you and placing his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your face. “What we did to the lab 35 years ago will be like a vacation to them compared to what we’d do now, Mrs. Harrington.”
You giggle lightly at the name, hugging him closer even as you hear Eddie chuckle behind you to.
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. We’d become legends for the way we’d make the world burn because any world without you in it, Mrs. Munson, wouldn’t be worthy of existing.”
“You should put those together…because that’s what we are…and I belong to you both.”, you whisper confidently, your lips kissing the boy in front of you before turning to do the same with the boy behind. “Y/N Munson-Harrington.”
The three of you smile as you gently continue to touch and kiss, showing tender affection as you begin to drift but just as you feel their limbs get heavier against you, you lightly hiss, pressing your face into Steve’s chest as a burning feeling hits your shoulder.
“Fuck me.”, he growls, throwing the covers back and hastily running to the window to close the curtains even more, blocking the little sliver of sunlight that had begun to slip through.
While you wait for him to return, your fingers intertwine with Eddie’s as you grin at the sound of his little snores before your eyes briefly fleet to your rings, reading the engraving just as Steve jumps back into bed, kissing your forehead as his palm rubs the tiny burn that gradually faded.
“You've lost all control of my heart and soul…”
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