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amatchinwater · 3 years ago

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Our Little Devil | Steddie x fem!reader (established poly)

Summary: you've always wanted to try a cnc scene with your boyfriends, Steve and Eddie. At a Halloween party, painstakingly turned on by their costumes, they decide to offer. How the hell are you gonna say no to that?

Warnings: 18+!!! Dark content! Explicit sexual content, CNC (consensual non-consent, no means nothing here, anything but the safe word will not stop them), predator/prey kink, knife kink (mentions of cutting, but only clothes are cut, no skin), slapping (face and ass), choking, decryphilia, spitting, oral (m and f receiving), face/throat fucking, spit roasting, anal fingering (f receiving), anal sex (f receiving), p in v sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, biting, bruises, scraped knees, stoplight system, degradation (whore, slut), orgasm delay (threat of denial), multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, creampie, use of "yellow" safe word, aftercare (IT'S 👏IM👏POR👏TANT), Daddy Kink, Master Kink (play to Eddie being dungeon master), underage drinking, mask kink (if you squint), mean!steddie, dom!steddie, sub(ish)reader, soft!steddie, minor injury (scraped knees and a too hard bite)

Words: 6895

a/n: I cannot stress this enough, heed the fucking warnings. Please. I cannot stop your consumption of this fic, but you were thoroughly warned. Requested by the wonderful @e0509 you're a sweetheart to talk to and thank you so much for coming to me with this, I had so much fun with it!

Requests are open, Steve included! Master list

Not my gif! Credit to creator!!

Growing up, Halloween was always your favorite holiday. A chance to dress up as whatever you wanted. To be someone else for a time. Granted, being at a party at some dude’s house you don’t even know the name of, wasn’t exactly on your list of things you’d like to be doing tonight. Yet, here you are. You’d much rather be curled up with Eddie and Steve binging horror movies at any of your places. That sounds like a much better night than this.

Though it isn’t all bad.

The punch is mixed well enough that after your first cup, your anxieties about being here have all but melted away. And your boyfriends. Good god, your boyfriends. Eddie decided to go as Freddy Kreuger this year; your favorite horror villain. Steve is dressed as his counterpart; Jason. While you went a little more simple, a skin tight, sparkly red dress with horns and a tail. If anyone wants to make a dig at Eddie being a satan worshiper, you’re right there as the devil herself to prove that there is, in fact, one devil Eddie gives his full attention to.

You can’t even begin to deny the way that the two of them being dressed up is making you feel. Steve’s mask only comes up when he’s taking a drink of something or to wink at you from across the house. And fucking hell if that damned mask isn’t doing things to you. Or the clawed glove on Eddie’s hand as he covertly slides a bag to another teenager, accepting the money in return. Usually, you’re pretty good about containing yourself in public. Blame it on the drink coursing through your system if you want to, but you want your boys.

Bad.

Standing off near the bottom of the staircase nursing your second drink of the night, your eyes scan the crowd until you find one of them. Eddie only left you to sell some drugs to a boy dressed as a zombie because you were directly in Steve’s line of sight from the kitchen. Finding him certainly didn’t help the growing ache between your legs. He pulls the mask up to rest on the top of his head, opening a bottle of water and downing the contents. Your eyes get hazy and hooded as you watch his throat bob with his swallows.

The little trickle of liquid that slides out of the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin only makes matters worse. Then the fucker grins to himself, licking off what he can, fingers catching the rest before licking them clean. It’s like he knows you can see him and is putting on a show for you. Watching Steve has you in such a trance that you don’t even notice your other boyfriend coming back over to you.

“Tell me something, little devil,” Eddie’s voice in your ear startles you, sloshing your drink, nearly spilling it. His clawed hand wraps around your waist, keeping you grounded, his thumb stroking an apology onto your side for scaring you. “Are you just going to fuck him with your eyes all night?”

“N-no,” you stammer out, having been caught. Not even a little surprised that if anyone was going to notice you drooling over Steve that it’d be Eddie.

“No?” Eddie asks in disbelief, giving an offhand hum that you’re not quite sure of its meaning. Then he whistles, loud enough to be heard over the music and Steve’s eyes snap in your direction, eyebrows pinching together, mouthing what. Eddie beckons him over with one finger. You don’t need to see Eddie’s face to know he’s grinning wickedly.

You can only watch as Steve makes his way through the sea of bodies in the living room that connects the kitchen to where you and Eddie are. When he reaches you, Steve leans over to give Eddie a quick kiss, the three of you long since stopped caring about what other people thought of your relationship. “Hey there, gorgeous,” he murmurs before his lips claim yours as well. Thinking you’d get off with a short one like Eddie is proven wrong when he presses into your back, belt digging into your ass, pushing your chest into Steve and you whine into the kiss. “Oh,” he pulls back with a snicker, “is our pretty girl horny already?”

Already meaning that you simply couldn’t help yourself and jumped their bones before you’d even left for the party. Your mouth opens, ready to lie through your teeth.

“She totally is,” Eddie answers for you, “couldn’t keep her eyes off you.” Punctuating each word with a tap up your spine.

“That so?” Steve asks, hands gripping your hips, a moan escaping your lips as your heavy eyes flutter. Cooing, “aww, baby,” he leans into you, pushing you against Eddie even more, “want us to help you with that, princess?”

“We’re a-at a party,” you say, not too keen on someone you don’t know walking in on the three of you like that. And again, you don’t even know the person that lives here, finding some room in their house to fuck doesn’t really sound appealing. You’d much rather do this at home. Or the van. Anywhere but this house, honestly.

Eddie’s free hand comes up to your throat, forcing eye contact with Steve, and he licks the shell of your ear, whispering, “we can leave right now.” They’re many things, but making you uncomfortable isn’t one of them. Everything they do to you is with your explicit consent, even after being together all this time. “Just say the word and your villains will whisk you away,” the grip on your throat tightens.

You’ve done a few roleplaying scenarios before and the idea of them playing into their costumes causes your pussy to throb, clenching around nothing, arousal soaking into your thin panties. Your breath hitches in your throat at the way Eddie growls in your ear and Steve’s eyes darken with lust.

“Wanna be our victim, little devil?” Steve asks, his fingers digging into your hips enough to bruise. “Let us do whatever we want?”

Eyes glazed over with need, you nod.

“Being our victim might be a little too much for her, Harrington,” Eddie chuckles darkly behind you. “I don’t think she can handle us at our worst. Doing whatever we want,” he grinds his hips into your ass, “no matter what she says otherwise. Taking what we want, where we want, how we want.” His words punctuated with a nip behind your ear. You know for a fact that isn’t true, that it’s just for show. That if you said your safe word, they would stop immediately. Without question.

So you huff indignantly at the clear challenge from Eddie, seeing if you’re truly ready, “I’m not made of glass, you know.” You’d been the one to bring up consensual non-consent in the past, just never had a chance to try it out. Eddie proudly laughs behind you.

They’re silent for a moment, clearly having some conversation you’re not meant to be a part of. Your only indication is a few twists of Steve’s face, a nod or two, and a flick of his eyes past you both. Then Eddie nods, chin hitting your shoulder, saying, “oh yeah,” in agreement to whatever they’d voicelessly discussed.

“Wanna prove it?” Steve’s gaze falls back to you, stroking your sides, leaving it entirely up to you. Hoping they’re meaning what your mind is thinking, that you can finally play this out, you nod once more.

Eddie falls away from you, walking the small space to the front door before opening it, “run away, little devil,” he says, picking up Steve’s nickname. “Let us catch you and have our way with you?”

Thankfully, everyone in the house seems too drunk or into what they’re doing to notice, because you certainly don’t need to be asked twice. You give Steve a quick kiss to the cheek, smiling at you with heart eyes. Bouncing over to do the same for Eddie, whispering, “thank you,” before you take off into the night. Running down the driveway full of cars and stragglers from the party, across the street and into the woods with a smile on your face. Grateful that you chose to wear your red Doc Martens instead of heels, so that you can actually run and not hobble.

Your dress on the other hand, isn’t making it all that easy, painfully digging into your thighs as you bound blindly in the dark. Your eyes have mostly adjusted to the nighttime, but still, you come a little too close to tripping over roots more times than you’d like, your horns tumbling off your head in your haste. But the adrenaline pumping through your veins is totally worth it as you narrowly avoid a bush blending in the scenery. When your lungs start to burn is when you finally start to hear them. The hasty steps of Eddie and Steve chasing after you.

Steve, being an athlete, doesn’t even sound winded when he calls out, “come on, princess, you’ve gotta put more effort into it than that. Eddie’s gonna catch you!”

True enough, when you glance over your shoulder, Eddie’s only a few paces behind you, make-up wiped off his face. Teeth pulling off the clawed glove on his hand; hat either flown away or left at the party. His proximity is enough to light a fire under your ass, his hand reaching for you only to tear off the velcroed devil tail from your dress, even more so. Gone is your sweet, soft Eddie with dimpled smiles and firm yet gentle caresses. The only kindness left is swimming somewhere in the glint of his darkened eyes as he winks at you.

You’re so fucking turned on, it hurts. The rubbing of your thighs as you flee only makes it all the more intense. Scrounging up every last bit of stamina you might have, you push harder, your chunky shoes clomping into the dirt and leaves, Snapping twigs loudly, gasps of air heaving into your aching lungs. And then you’re falling with a yelp, crashing into the ground with a warm body laughing at your back. Your knee drags against a rock concealed by leaves, the sting burning enough for you to think it broke skin.

A thought you quickly lose care for when you’re flipped around onto your back, looking up at a triumphant Eddie. Toothy grin and grabbing hands. One finding purchase to pin your hands over your head, the other reaching into his pants, pulling out his pocket knife.

“E-Eddie?” You lock up, eyes widening as he flicks the blade out, eyes roaming your body. “Eddie,” you repeat, more sternly this time, using his actual name so he knows you’re being serious.

His eyes flick up to your face, softening just a touch, “don’t worry, sweet thing. Master’s not gonna hurt ya. Unless you want me to,” Eddie places a soft, reassuring kiss on your lips, checking in, “what’s your color, baby?” This might have been your idea, but that doesn’t mean they won’t make sure you’re still into it. It’s one of the many things you love about them. They know how to be harsh when you want it, but perfectly sweet because you’re theirs and this should be fun above all else. A play on non-con or not, they will always check in.

Watching the blade tease at the hem of your dress, you take a breath to clear your head, remind yourself that just because you’ll be saying no and fighting them, that it’s been consented to. It’s what safe words are for. “Green,” you confirm, nodding your head for good measure.

One simple color is all it takes for the proverbial mask to come back on, brown eyes hardening and with a simple flick of Eddie’s wrist, he slices the fabric of your dress. Cutting a sizable slit up to your hip. Making no means to stop, he brings the blade under the thin lace of your panties.

“No,” you struggle under his grip, Steve catching up in a leisurely stroll. Clearly he was willing to give Eddie first dibs on catching you. “N-no, please,” you whimper, trying to shy away from the sharp edge. A little serious, these are actually really expensive and both of their favorites, you’d like them to remain intact.

“Keep her fucking still, would you?” Eddie grunts from your struggles.

Steve quickly takes hold of your wrists, making a kiss at you. “Aww, she looks a little scared,” he mocks at your pinched brows.

Eddie presses his arm down on your hips, keeping you still as he slices the sides of your panties, yanking the scraps out from under you. “There, that’s much better,” he growls, rushing up to your face while you continue your struggle in Steve’s hold. “What to do with you now,” Eddie seems to talk to himself, dragging the dull edge of the blade along your exposed thigh.

Finally, you realize the mistake they’d made. They gave no care to trapping your legs. You’ll absolutely regret it later, but the way a twig is digging into your back only reminds you that you’d rather not do this on the forest floor. So, why not play the not-so-helpless victim instead? Pretending to buck your hips like you want him off, you let Eddie trail his free hand down to your exposed pussy, eyes fluttering at the delicate way he brushes your clit. Knowing that it will do more to your impatience to tease you than to just go right for it.

It’s almost enough to make you forget your goal. Swiftly, your knee comes up, connecting right with Eddie’s balls.

“Fuck!” Eddie groans, knife falling in the dirt as he falls off you, clutching his crotch.

The surprise of your action loosened Steve’s grasp enough for you to break free. Scrambling up from the ground, you take off, dashing through the trees at a breakneck speed. You barely hear Steve’s laugh before muttering, “I’ll get her,” and footsteps hastily follow after you.

A cabin comes into view a moment later and you race towards it. You might have been a little put out by it, but the cutting of your dress and loss of your underwear has made it exceptionally easier to run. Managing only just not to trip up the dead, wooden steps of the porch, you breathe a sigh of relief, crashing through the unlocked front door, slamming it behind you. You didn’t want to look to see how close Steve was, sure that it was your downfall with Eddie.

Inside is musty and stale. Abandoned long enough that it’s dirty, but not so long that animals have taken up residency here. Your steps thud along the floorboard, gripping the wall, you round the corner into the hallway just as the front door bursts open.

“Princess,” Steve’s voice stern and full of warning, “you know he’s not going to appreciate that. Running longer is only going to get you into more trouble.” Steve has always been the softer of the two in times like this. But not now, when all bets are off, are you going to be fooled by his words of caution. “You should let me find you before he does,” he continues, sounding like he’s getting farther away despite his shouting.

Using it to your advantage, you carefully open the last door on the left, hoping it doesn’t squeak. It doesn’t. Mouthing a prayer in thanks, you quietly shut it behind you, but when your hand encloses around the closet door knob, the one to the bedroom opens with a flourish.

“Found you,” Steve whispers, a devilish grin on his face, mask fallen off his head, “nowhere to hide now. You should probably start thinking of ways to apologize to him when he gets here,” he stalks towards where you’re frozen on the spot. Complete deer in the headlights when he closes the distance, hand wrapping around your throat as he pins you to the small door of the closet. “Don’t worry,” he yanks you to his chest, “promise I’ll make you feel good until he gets here.”

Catching up with yourself, you bring your hand to his throat, trying to pry yourself free, “let go,” you growl, thrashing your legs.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Steve kicks your legs apart, “I know your tricks now. So why don’t you just stand still like a good, little whore and Daddy won’t have to hurt you, okay?”

“Bite me,” you croak from the thumb digging into your pulse, constricting your airflow.

“Wrong choice of words,” he grunts, hand moving to fist in the back of your hair, dragging you towards the bed. All but throwing you on top, you get no chance to scramble away, both hands grabbing your ankles, yanking you to the edge of the bed. Steve drops to his knees, kissing up your calf to the meaty part of your thigh where he harshly digs his teeth in, making you cry out in pain.

Trying to push his head away only earns you another bite, higher up, his breath ghosting over your pussy. “Daddy, please,” you whine, finding it hard to pretend you don’t want this when your walls clench, needing to be filled. “No. Please, please, stop. Daddy, not here,” you groan, trying to push his head away when his eyes lock on your arousal dripping down your folds.

Steve doesn’t listen, nor care for your pleas, mouth latching onto your cunt. Warm tongue and breath making you see stars. He moans into your pussy, lapping up the wetness he’d caused, bringing you closer to the orgasm you so desperately need. Loud footsteps echo the small cabin and Steve chuckles against you.

“Where’s my sweet thing, huh? I hope you remember your safeword, sweetheart, ‘cause Master’s pissed,” Eddie calls out, stomping around until he finds you, “absolutely not. She doesn’t deserve to come after that stunt she pulled." Steve chuckles darkly, halting his movements and leaving you cold on the bed. Eddie brings him into a bruising kiss, pretending like you're not even there. Meanwhile all you can do is stare dumbly at their tongues sliding together to remember you have a chance to run away again. "She does taste delicious though," he groans, pulling away from Steve.

“She’s all yours, babe,” Steve waves his arm towards you, “got her all nice and ready for you.”

Cupping his chin, Eddie coos, “aren’t you thoughtful, Stevie. ‘Cause I’m gonna make sure she doesn’t pull some shit like that again.” Your eyes bulge, unsure of what’s about to happen, anticipation burning through your nerves. “You always said you’d let me give you a tattoo, darling,” Eddie stills hasn’t looked your way, rather admiring his pocket knife. “How about I carve mine and Steve’s initials into you instead? That way,” he rushes the space, face hoovering an inch above yours, “you never forget who you belong to. Color?”

“I-I-” your lip trembles, you thought you’d only have to feel bad about what you’d done to him later on. Or with a violent throat fuck. But this…this is different and you’re not entirely sure if you like it. “Y-yellow,” you whisper, eyes burning with tears, too scared to move.

Eddie’s face instantly softens, features relaxing until his brown eyes resemble a puppy dog once more. “What is it, angel?” He asks, rubbing soothing lines on your side with his free hand. Steve’s immediately at your other side, brushing the top of your head. “Talk to me, sweetheart.” When your mouth doesn’t form words, merely flicking your gaze back at the blade in his hand, Eddie seems to understand. “Too much fear for the first time?” You nod, tears spilling from your eyes at the action. “Say no more,” Eddie tosses the knife away, its sharp tip sinkin into the wooden wall.

“Do you want to stop,” Steve’s voice is gentle. The fact that mid-scene they’re both willing to listen to your wariness and ask if you’re wanting to end it all swells your heart.

“No,” you shake your head, wiggling until Eddie’s hips align with yours, “I-I’m okay now, promise. Maybe you can do that next time, Master,” you say rather than calling him by name. Wanting them to know you’re more than wanting to continue.

“Princess-”

“Daddy, I’m okay,” you turn your head to face Steve with a small smile. “All green here.” Aside from your knees stinging a bit from your earlier fall, with the blade out of sight, you’re more than ready to pick up where you left off. Your boys are more than willing to comply.

Eddie slaps your face before grabbing your chin harshly. Fingers pinching into your cheeks, forcing your gaze back to him, “good sluts don’t interrupt their Daddy when they’re trying to talk. You should know better than that by now,” he snarls, “open or I’ll do it for you.” You open your mouth as much as his firm grip will allow and Eddie spits onto your tongue, “swallow it.”

Pinching your eyebrows, you do as told. You love when he does that, but for their sake- maybe yours too- you don’t want to give in just yet. Play off that you hate it and struggle under his weight.

“She still owes you an apology,” Steve notes, “can’t keep doing stuff for her.”

With a cheshire grin, “you’re absolutely right,” Eddie drops your face, curling his hand in the back of your hair and yanking you up onto your knees. You hiss at the sting, thighs getting slicker from the rough treatment. “Get on all fours. Now.” Scrambling to do so, wincing through the pain, waiting to be told what to do, but they both just watch you.

“Master-”

That earns you a hard crack to your left ass cheek from Steve, “pretty sure whores don’t speak unless they’re spoken to.” It’s meant to punish you, but all it does is make your cunt all the more wet, thighs dripping with your arousal. Eddie scoffs around a grin, unbuckling his pants and dropping them along with his boxers, down to his ankles. “You’re going to suck his dick until he feels you’re forgiven, understand?” You nod, staring at Eddie’s bulbous head, an angry red and already leaking precum. Steve’s hand fists your hair, jerking your head back, holding your exposed throat, “answer me.”

“I understand, Daddy,” you grunt and he releases you, shoving your head towards Eddie’s cock. Licking your lips, you open your mouth inching closer, only to be stopped again. This time by Eddie’s ringed hand.

“And if you so much as think about coming with my cock in your throat, like I know you will,” Eddie bends down to be eye level with you, “you won’t come for the rest of the night.” You whimper at the thought, whispering your understanding to him. “I know it’ll be hard for such a needy thing like you, you just can’t help but come for Master’s cock.” Steve snickers behind you, now sitting against the headboard. “She loves your cock too, Harrington,” Eddie rolls his eyes, “don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Master,” you say eagerly, the façade of not wanting this waning the longer he keeps his dick from you. You’re almost certain he’s doing it on purpose. Like he’s trying to get you to break and beg for it. You’re about ready to.

“Good,” Eddie stands tall, gripping his cock, dragging it along your lips until they fall pliant to him to push inside. “Because he’s going to fuck your pretty ass while you choke on my cock, ‘kay?” It’s rhetorical, you know that, even if his dick wasn’t hitting the back of your throat and making our eyes roll back. You nod anyway, muffled groans around his length, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. When he starts to thrust, you fight the gag, but it happens anyway, Steve’s hands lifting the tatters of your dress. “Take it like the whore you are. Come on,” Eddie fucks into your mouth faster, harder, letting the room fill with his moans and the sounds of you slurping and gagging.

A muffled cry of surprise vibrates his shaft when Steve’s slick finger rubs at your puckering hole. “Oh, Eddie,” Steve moans, “she’s still open from before,” and he easily slips a second alongside the first. “Go ahead and clench around me, princess,” Steve laughs sarcastically at you, spitting on your ass, “it’s not gonna do you much good.” With that he scissors his fingers, pumping them and twisting to loosen you for a third.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Eddie moans, pushing your head down on his cock as you desperately try to hold your breath. And to not come as tears burst from your eyes. Because you’re dripping by now, moaning around Eddie’s cock and pushing back onto Steve’s fingers. It’s bliss. The adrenaline from being chased through the woods is still tickling at the back of your head, bleeding into an over aroused state and you want to fall apart.

“Taking it so well. Such a perfect slut. I love it,” Eddie moans again, moving back only to thrust in just as hard. Your orgasm buzzes just beneath the surface, pussy clenching on nothing under his praise.

“She’s gonna come if you keep that up,” Steve warns, removing his fingers. You hear him spit, then squelching sounds as he lubes himself up. “Think she’s earned it?” He asks, talking about you like you’re not here to answer for yourself. His dick prods at your ass, teasing you, “whaddya say, babe? Shove our cocks in her and see if she comes? Or have you not forgiven her yet?”

Finally looking down at you, his cock half in your mouth and mascara running down your cheeks from your tears, Eddie smiles. Wiping the mess, barely, with a gentle hand, Eddie pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for air. “Are you sorry, baby?”

“Yes,” you rasp, throat angered from its misuse. “I’m so sorry, Master. I-I won’t do it again, I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, baby,” he grabs your chin, kissing you despite the mess. “Just because I teach you these things, doesn’t mean you use them on me.” Eddie’s teasing tone sends a flurry of wings in your stomach. “I’m very proud of you for learning. But you best not use that knee on me again or it won’t be pretty for you. You got it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” he pats your cheek lightly. “If you come from this, you won’t need to ask permission tonight, okay?” You’re lit up like a goddamn christmas tree. Wound so tightly that a simple finger pressing on your clit would make you explode. Eddie rubs his cock at your swollen, slick mouth, mimicking Steve at your ass. Licking the dribble of precum from the slit, you nod. “Open nice and wide, baby,” Eddie instructs.

Steve presses a hand in the middle of your back, bowing it and you stick your tongue out. As promised, both of their cocks slam into you at once. Albeit, Steve being a little more gentle than Eddie, because literally tearing your ass apart isn’t going to be fun for anybody. It makes no difference to your pussy though, with a muffled scream, you come. Limbs shaking where they try to hold you up on the mattress, your boys setting a brutal pace. Not even remotely willing, or wanting, to gentle you through it.

Just as your second orgasm begins to warm inside you, Eddie yanks out, “fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep moaning on my cock like that.” You whine, tears sliding down your face again from the tingling sensation subsiding.

“Aww,” Steve grips your hips tightly, skin slapping against yours, “I think she was gonna come again.” He slaps your ass, reaching down to toy with your swollen, throbbing clit. “That right, princess?” Steve leans down to whisper in your ear, “was Daddy buried in your tight little ass with Master fucking your mouth gonna make you come again? Such a good whore,” he coos as your whimpering nod.

Tapping your tongue with the head of his cock, Eddie loses himself in watching it slide in and out of your mouth. The way your lips stretch and pull, quiver when you moan from Steve’s efforts. “Look at that,” he moans, your tongue swiping along the bottom of his shaft. “Go ahead, be our perfect slut and come again.”

“Come here,” Steve says, reaching out for Eddie. The way he leans over forces his cock all the way down your throat, face pressing against his stomach. Muffled grunts echo and you wish to all the gods that you could watch them making out right now. The thought alone and Steve still pressing firm circles at your clit throws you face first into your orgasm.

Suddenly, Eddie hastily pulls himself out of you, leaving you with heaving breaths and a following trail of saliva. “If I’m coming anywhere, it’s her pussy. Lay down,” he commands.

Steve pulls out without hesitation, laying back on the bed, propping himself on the headboard and pulling you on top of him. Seating you right back on his cock with a joined groan. Knowing what’s coming, you lay into him, spreading your legs for Eddie. “Look at her,” Steve grunts in your ear, hands coming up to palm your breasts through your dress. “Spreading her legs like a whore. You just can’t wait to have both of our cocks stuffing you full, can you?”

“You two make such a pretty sight though” Eddie remarks, crawling on the bed towards the two of you. “Too bad I can’t be inside you both.” Straddling his legs around Steve’s, Eddie slides inside of you in one swift thrust and you cry out from being so incredibly full. But it’s so fucking good. Throwing his head back in a moan at the way you suck him in, clenching around him so he can’t escape. “God, you two,” he groans, leaning down to kiss away the last of your brain cells, before offering the same to Steve.

“Speak for yourself,” Steve moans, bucking his hips up into you and you yelp a moan.

“Shit,” you gasp, unsure when another orgasm was building, but having one anyway. Shaking through it, you cling to Eddie’s arms, nails biting into his skin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you ramble, moaning incoherent sounds, Steve circling your clit again. You feel light and fuzzy, out of it but right in the trenches. Exactly where you want to be. “Daddy, Master, fuck, I-”

“Would you shut her up?” Eddie growls, thrusting into you with abandon, your pussy fluttering around him. Aching and burning, but ready to give more should they ask.

Steve’s hand comes up and clamps over your mouth as he bites at your neck. Biting pretty marks along your skin; his favorite thing to do. Eddie’s hands grip your thighs, leaving his own bruises. Your favorite reminder that you’re theirs.

“You’re going to come again,” Steve tells you, his thrusts growing sloppy along with Eddie’s who nips at your calf. “Then we’re gonna fill these perfect holes.”

You’re barely here. Having let go to the sensations of your body and your boys. Screaming through your moans under his hard hand, nodding wildly as more tears spill from your eyes. It’s Steve who finishes first. With a particularly hard bite to the juncture of your neck, he spills himself deep inside your ass. The continued thrusts and lewd sounds do it for you and your entire body shakes, trembling through the shocks of your orgasm. Gushing around Eddie’s cock as he shoots his load in your fluttering cunt.

The moment Eddie’s head falls to your shoulder, resting against Steve’s, the hand around your mouth falls. Allowing you to attempt to catch your breath. You try your best, you really do, but you’re so fuzzy and they’re still inside you that you’re gasping in lungfuls of air that isn’t doing much. Nerves on fire and in sensory overload.

“Princess?” Steve checks in, carefully pulling out of you alongside Eddie. The simultaneous movement shoots right down your spine, oversensitive, you whine and moan. But it lets you take a proper breath. Shaky at best, but enough oxygen gets pulled into your lungs.

“Sweetheart?” Eddie tries, laying on his side for Steve to pull you between the two of them. Their arms wrapping around you, peppering kisses along your face and shoulders. “You okay, baby?”

Your breaths slow to a much more normal speed, but everything has left your body. Fluids. Energy. Brain function. Your eyes couldn’t open even if you wanted them too. You’re boneless and more than a little exhausted. You offer a weak nod, muttering, “tired.”

“My trailer isn’t too far from here actually,” Eddie says, “think you can get her there while I get the van?”

“I can’t figure out how to get there from here,” Steve rebukes. “I don’t know the woods that well. Can’t you just leave your van overnight?”

“No, not with how much shit is in there. I don’t want to leave her either,” Eddie says. “If we get the van now, we won’t have to leave her later on or drag her out of the house to get it.” Steve grunts behind you, nodding his head. “I’ll take her home, you go get the van.” Steve makes another noise you barely pay attention to, the jingling of keys floating in your ears. “Okay, great. Come on, baby,” Eddie gets up from the bed, hooking his arms under you, pausing, “give her your shirt.”

“What?”

Eddie groans, “you’re not coming with us. I’m sure you sprayed your shirt before we all left, yes? Exactly. So give her your shirt. One, she’ll be more covered while I carry her and two, it’ll smell like you. Might ease the fact that you’re not there.”

“Fair point,” Steve notes. There’s rustling and then his soft voice in your ear, “come here, princess.” Steve helps you into his shirt, the material falling past your ass, covering you enough as their cum starts to leak out of you. He leans his forehead against yours, “I’ll be as fast as I can, okay?”

“Okay,” you croak, vocal cords strained from the sounds you’d made and Eddie’s dick. “Love you,” you murmur.

“I love you too, sweet girl,” Steve tenderly kisses your lips. “I’m so proud of you, baby, so proud.”

Then he’s gone and Eddie’s scooping you up into his arms. “I promise, sweetheart, we’ll wait to get in the bath until he gets home, okay? I know you need him too.”

“But,” you start, clearing your throat, feeling floaty as you lightly tug a lock of his hair, “love you too, Eds.”

Eddie breathes a chuckle in your hair, kissing it softly, “I know, sweetheart. And I love you. Let’s get you home,” he says, carrying you through the house.

You fall asleep in his arms before he’s made it three steps into the woods.

“Princess?” You hear Steve call some time later, his warm hand rubbing your cheek. “Still too tired for that bath?”

“I tried to wake her up,” Eddie tells him, running his hand along your arm, “but she kept mumbling your name in her sleep. I wiped her down with a towel though to get the worst of it.”

“Thank you,” you grumble, half awake. Your limbs feel like cooked pasta and your mouth is sandpaper dry, smacking your lips as you try to speak again, “bath-” but all you do is croak.

“I’m not gonna make you leave her again,” Eddie kisses your shoulder before carefully getting out of bed. “I’ll get her a drink, you take her to get the bath going?”

Squinting your eyes open in the dim room from the light of the hallway, you reach out for Steve, who happily picks you up bridal style. “Thanks,” he says, Eddie smiling in response, kissing him.

“‘Course,” Eddie smiles, kissing him once more for good measure, rubbing the top of your head before placing a soft kiss on your nose. “Want a snack too? I can make you a sandwich or something, if you want.”

Your stomach answers for you, wildly growling, making our boys snicker at you. Fighting a giggle, you say, “please.” Closing your eyes and resting your head in the crook of Steve’s neck, “missed you,” you sigh, holding as tight as your weak limbs allow.

“I missed you too, princess,” Steve carries you out of the room, balancing you so that he can get the water running. “What’ll it be tonight? Peppermint and sage or,” he draws out the word, setting you on the toilet seat, “Lavender and honey?”

“Lavender,” you groan, already feeling like you can smell it, feel it seeping its way into your tired muscles. Steve kisses the top of your head before pouring a generous amount of soap into the tub, your squinted eyes watch bubbles rise with the steamy water.

You hum to yourself as Steve undresses down to his boxers. “Arms up, baby,” he pulls at the hem of his shirt, bringing it over your head. “Damn,” he mutters, fumbling with the straps of your dress that’s sticking to you like a second skin. “Want me to just tear it off? It’s already halfway there.”

Looking down at your dirty, tattered dress, you huff, “yeah, go ahead. It was meant to just be for tonight anyway.” Tearing the fabric, the dress slides off your skin.

While you both wait for Eddie, Steve takes in the small scrapes on your knees and tenderly kisses them, “you okay?” He asks, trailing his kisses up to the constellation of bruises his teeth and Eddie’s hands left on your thighs. Steve takes extra care of the one he bit harshly, small specks of dried blood where his teeth sunk in.

“I’m okay, Daddy,” you sigh into his contact, letting him take care of you. You’re not ashamed to call him that out of scene. It’s a comfort to you and you know it is to him as well. That someone thinks he’s worthy enough of the moniker, that he’s nothing like his own father. You’d call Eddie that too, but watching his reaction to being called Master is just too good to pass up. “Just wanna relax with you and go back to sleep.”

Eddie comes into the bathroom, balancing a paper plate with two sandwiches, one hanging out of his mouth, and a bottle of peroxide and water in his other hand. Passing the plate to Steve, he shovels the rest of his food into his mouth, swallowing thickly. “Sorry, sweetheart, but this is probably gonna sting,” he says, reaching in the medicine cabinet for some cotton balls. Steve distracts you by feeding you some of your sandwich and giving you a sip of water. “I’m sorry I tackled you so hard,” Eddie’s big, brown eyes meet yours.

“‘S okay, I liked it,” you offer a tired smile, chewing your food, happy to just be with your boys. You’ll take bruises and scuff marks for a night like tonight any day of the week. Taking advantage of your own giddy distraction of squeezing his muscles while mumbling, “my strong boys,” kind of deliriously, Eddie rubs the peroxide into your knees to clean the wounds and the one bite on your thigh that broke skin. The sting doesn’t hurt nearly as much as the actual scuffing of your knees had.

By the time Steve shuts the water off, your wounds are properly disinfected, sandwiches devoured, and the water bottle drained. Toeing out of his boxers, Steve gets in the tub, arms open and waiting for you. Eddie lifts you up, placing you in his lap while he takes his clothes off, careful sitting across from you. You groan at the warmth of the water, sighing in relief at the instant feeling of relaxation.

“You did so good for us tonight, princess,” Steve whispers softly in your ear, warm hands massaging your shoulders.

“We couldn’t be more proud of you if we tried,” Eddie agrees, fingers digging into the soles of your sore feet. “Promise we weren’t too rough with you?” He asks, moving his massage up to your calves and you groan, legs twitching and you hit the side of the tub. “Sorry, baby,” he snickers, “I know it’s not as big as Harrington’s tub.”

“Don’t care,” you sigh, closing your eyes and melting into their comfort. “You weren’t too rough. I would’ve said so, Eds. I know how to use my safe word,” you teasingly poke his chest with your other foot, earning you a nip to your ankle.

“You back with us now, princess?” Steve asks and you can feel his smile against your neck. “Mockery is always a good sign.”

“I’m right here,” you confirm, nuzzling into them, grateful at the amount of care they provide for you. The minute Steve’s hands stop massaging your shoulders to rub shampoo in your hair and Eddie starts to lather your body, you’re back to dreamland. Peacefully sleeping, knowing that your boys will take care of you and get you to bed.

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