would you be willing to write a little blurb w/ steve and eddie x orally fixated! reader? mayb reader has a wicked oral fixation and is always just innocently chewing/sucking on the boys? like absentmindedly pulling one of their hands to their face and slipping a few fingers in their mouth? the boys were a bit confused at first but as long as reader doesn't bite too hard they don't care very much. steve will scold them if he hasn't washed his hands before they do it lol. oh oh and maybe eddie thinks its kinda nice if he's been playing guitar all day? like soft warm mouth on his sore fingertips could feel good mayb? 🤷♀️
You better stop it before I combust…. I have such a bad oral fixation and this has me weak at the knees <3 <3 <3
This became a lot longer than I thought it would so I’m not even sure it counts as a blurb anymore…. But I say it is one cause I wrote it
Also I know it’s like 8 hours late cause I added soooo much more to it and then promptly fell asleep…no I don’t want to talk about it 😂😭
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You’d always been prone to things like lip biting, thumb sucking, and chewing on the caps/erasers of every writing utensil you’ve ever owned. Sometimes it’d help you feel less anxious, and sometimes you’d do it just to do it. Steve and Eddie would know of this, having witnessed it countless times over the years that they’ve known you.
They’d have learned to offer you a pen or a straw to chew on when they’d see you becoming nervous. But the older you became, the less those things would seem to satisfy you.
So imagine their surprise when you began to fulfill your needs in a…well, different sort of way.
It’d start out slow, maybe you’d be sitting on Eddie’s lap, his hand intertwined with yours, and the next thing you’d know, the cuff of his flannel would be pulled up to your lips, and you’d be suckling on it.
The two of them would share a look. Not in a weird way, in more of a ‘well this is new’ sort of way. They wouldn’t comment on it though, letting you have your fun.
It’d continue like that for a week or two, you constantly gnawing on the cuffs of their sleeves or the drawstrings of their coats while they’d allow it to happen, no questions asked. It isn’t until one night when you’re all watching movies in Eddie’s trailer that you’d decide you need more. It wouldn’t even be a conscious decision either.
You’d be pressed up against Steve’s side, gnawing on the fabric of his sleeve as your tired eyes focus on the movie. And then slowly, you’d maneuver his hand, gently wrapping your lips around his middle and index fingers. You didn’t even really notice that you’d done it, but Steve would realize what was happening right away.
He’d look down at you, bewildered, then up at Eddie, whose sitting on the other side of you, completely engrossed in the movie. Steve would reach over you and flick him with his free hand, silently gesturing in a way that says, “What the fuck do I do?”
The metalhead would lean forward to get a better look at you, seeming surprised at first before his face melts into one of amusement.
“Whatcha doin’ there sweets?”
And you’d just shrug, droopy eyes finally falling shut as you suck on Steve’s fingers. Eddie would smile in complete adoration before glancing up at Steve, “I am so not stopping this.”
Steve would flip him off, before glancing back down at you, eyes softening as you relax against him, just suckling on his fingers. It’s then that he’d start to think: maybe, just maybe, this isn’t so bad.
It’d become a normal thing after that. You, absentmindedly grabbing their hands to suck/gnaw on their fingers whenever you need to, and them, letting you out of pure adoration for how cute you are when doing it.
Although sometimes Steve would be a total hardass about it.
“Hey! No no no, absolutely not!” Steve would scold, causing you and Eddie to snap your heads in his direction.
Eddie would’ve just gotten home from work at the auto shop, and you had reached out for his hand. He wouldn’t have really been paying much attention, letting you pull it towards yourself, until Steve had so rudely interrupted.
“Why notttt?” You’d whine, still holding the ringed fingers inches away from your lips. Steve would gesture incredulously at Eddie’s hands, causing the metalhead to look down at them.
“Oh shit,” he breathes, “Yeah…maybe not right now honey.”
They’re covered in grease and dirt from working all day, and to be honest, neither of you had noticed.
You’d pout, crossing your arms as he’d pull his hand away. He’d chuckle at you fondly,“No need to pout darlin’, I’m just gonna go clean up.” He’d lean down, placing a kiss to your cheek and mumbling, “I bet if you ask Stevie reaaalll nicely, he’ll let you suck his fingers,” before winking at the other boy and sauntering away, leaving just you and Steve on opposite ends of the couch.
Steve would bite his cheek, keeping his focus straight ahead on the television in front of him, knowing that you’re looking at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes to ever exist. However, his resolve wouldn’t last more than 30 seconds.
“Fine,” he sighs, “C’mere sweetheart.”
And you’d giddily jump in his lap, curling up against him as he presses two of his fingers to your lips. You’d happily part them, closing your eyes as he presses the digits down lightly on your tongue.
“You’re needy, you know that?” He’d tease, and you’d just hum, already relaxing against his chest.
He’d chuckle at you, resting his chin gently on top of your head, “Yeah yeah. My needy little baby.”
15 minutes later, Eddie would walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, to find the two of you like that, asleep in each other’s arms.
While most of the time it’d be something you’d do out of your own free will, there would be a couple times where they’d even ask you to do it.
“Hey sweets?” You’d hear Eddie call throughout the trailer, humming in response, “Can you come here a minute?”
You’d skip into his room, where he’s hanging up his guitar. You’d been cleaning the trailer, listening to him practice for the last 2 hours or so, “What’s up?”
He’d pat the spot next to him on the bed, “Come sit.”
You’d oblige, watching him nervously as you do so with a small, “I’m not in trouble am I?”
“No,” he’d chuckle, “No princess, you’re not in trouble. But I do need you to open up for me.” And you do without question, letting him slip his fingers into your mouth. “Atta’ girl. M’ fingers were starting to feel sore, and I just need your pretty little lips wrapped around them for a bit.”
You’d look up at him with wide bleary eyes, whimpering at the praise. He’d just coo at you, stroking your cheek with the thumb of his hand, and letting you curl up against his side, “Always feels so nice when you suck on them after I play baby.”
And sometimes you’d be so overwhelmed that you wouldn’t even know you’d need it, but that’s why you have Steve and Eddie.
You’d gone with them to a Halloween party, sporting a cute little pirate outfit and feeling good about yourself. But two hours later, you’d be buzzed, lost in the crowd, and worst of all, you can’t find either of your boys.
You’d slowly but surely be pushing your way through everyone, mumbling choked out apologies as you try to find them. A group of juniors would cheer loudly next to you as one of them does a keg stand, and you’d whimper, covering your ears.
Once you finally push your way through the middle of the floor, it’s easy to spot Eddie, whose dressed as Dr. Frank-N-Furter, standing over in the corner chatting with a few other people. You’d stumble over to him, whimpering out a small, “Eds…” and tugging lightly on the hem of his tank top until he turns around.
He’d be excited to see you, “Hi baby! We were wondering where you went! I just sent Steve out to find you and-” It’s then that he’d register your teary eyes and the way you’re gnawing your bottom lip raw, and he’d bend down to your level, “Woah woah woah, honey what happened?”
You wouldn’t even have a direct answer, first you’d gotten a little lost when going to get another drink, and then it was too loud, too crowded, and you had no idea where anyone was. It’d all come out in a mix of babbled words and sniffles, and Eddie’d be quick to wrap an arm around you leading you towards the exit.
Halfway through the door he’d spot Zombie clad Steve in the crowd, and he’d whistle, getting his attention, before leading you out onto the lawn and towards his van.
Steve would catch up with the two of you in time to pull the back door open, helping you inside.
Neither would be even close to drunk, their tolerance for alcohol being built up over the years, so it’d be easy to maneuver you in between them. You’d end up in Steve’s lap, back to his chest with his arms around your waist, while Eddie’d kneel in front of you, cradling your face.
“It’s okay, you’re alright.” Steve would mumble into your ear. You’d furrow your brows in confusion, “Stevie?” You’d ask, wondering when he’d gotten there. It’s not your fault though, you really are feeling out of it.
They’d both chuckle, “Yeah baby, I’m here, Stevie’s right here,” he’d respond, squeezing you tight.
Eddie would notice you gnawing on your bottom lip again, and he’d gently tug it away with his thumb, eliciting a whine from you. Eddie would shake his head, “No sweetheart, you’re hurting yourself…here.” He’d gently slip his thumb through your parted lips, and you’d react instantly, sucking on it.
Your breathing would slow, rigid body going lax against Steve, and your eyes would droop, causing the boys would make eye contact. They’d smile at each other as they realize this is what you needed all along.
“There we go honey…that’s it, just relax.” Steve would coo, reaching up to brush the hair out of your face.
“See? You’re alright precious.” Eddie’d praise you, “I know, it got a bit scary in there, but you’re okay, you just needed a little help didn’t you?”
You’d nod slightly, sighing in content through your nose, and Steve would chuckle,
“That’s what we’re here for baby. We’ll always help you.”
