#dark!steve

Your eyes widen.

"That's right. The cells were in this room when they transferred the energy," Bucky says, taking off his glasses. "So we need to make sure the conditions are as close to last night's as possible."

"Uh... like, the temperature, and stuff?" You ask with a squeak.

"Yes. But also the activity that took place," Bucky says gravely. "See, every one of our actions takes and creates energy, so whatever we did last night made the perfect environment for the experiment to work successfully."

"You're exactly right," Steve agrees with him. "We need to do everything the same, as close as we can."

Nervously, you clear your throat. "Um, do you mean we also have to do what happened... in bed... again?" You ask meekly.

Bucky's face drops. "Oh, God. I didn't even think about that..." He trails off before looking into your eyes. "But, yes. It'll need to happen again."

Your stomach flips.

"I can't do that to her again, Buck," Steve says, shaking his head with a look of shame on his face. "I already have enough guilt from last night. I don't think I'm capable of doing that again."

"Alright. I'll do it," Bucky says bravely. "It's the same kind of energy being exuded, so it shouldn't make too much of a difference which one of us it is."

"But... it's too much to ask of her," Steve says as he looks at you with pity. "You're our student. We shouldn't put you in that position. No matter how important this research is in creating a sustainable power source that could save the world someday."

You think about it before letting out a sigh and nodding. "No. I'll do it," You decide firmly. "It's for science. And the world. I know how much time and effort you've both put into this already and... it would be my honor to help you with the research."

Bucky smiles. "I knew you'd be one of our best students, flower," He says softly before looking at the bed. "Shall we?"

Once you're in your pyjamas, you timidly get into the bed where Bucky's already laying down. Steve stands by the makeshift lab at the other side of the room, keeping an eye on the cells. There's an alarm that he set up to let out a 'ding' whenever a substantial amount of energy is passed through the cells, and he tells you that that's the sound you're looking for.

You lay on your side facing away from Bucky, just how you were last night, your heart racing.

"Alright, whenever you're ready," Steve calls out before dimming the lights.

When you feel Bucky get closer, you suck in a sharp breath and hold it in, flinching as he wraps an arm around you. "Keep breathing, flower," He whispers into your ear. "It's just me. Remember, this is for science."

"For science," You repeat with a nod.

"Good girl," He mumbles before slipping his hand under the hem of your shirt and cupping your bare boob. You gasp as he pulls and twists your nipple, making you squirm against his hardening boner.

"Nothing yet," Steve says. "Keep going."

Bucky lowers his hand and instead slips it under your shorts, rubbing your pussy over your underwear which is already wet through. You bite your lip to hold back your moans when he pushes your panties to the side and rubs circles directly onto your throbbing clit.

"Don't hold back, flower," He utters lowly. "You're doing so well for me."

With that, he pushes two fingers inside you, making you cry out at the intrusion. Once you've broken the barrier, you can't stop moaning, though it comes out in strangled whines as you do your best to keep quiet. It would be far too embarrassing to make it obvious how good this feels. It's purely for scientific research purposes.

"Gonna need a little more," Steve says in a warning tone. "Still no activity."

Taking his fingers out of you, Bucky pulls down your shorts and brings his hard cock to your pussy. He lifts up your leg before slowly inching into you, grunting in your ear as he stretches you out.

"Fuck, so tight," He groans under his breath. "You ready for it, flower?"

"Yes," You whimper, grabbing a fistful of the sheets in anticipation.

Keeping your leg lifted, Bucky starts fucking you. He starts off slow and gentle, kissing your neck and rubbing your nipples.

"Can you give me some more?" Steve requests. "Still nothing."

Bucky growls before speeding up and fucking you harder. His cock pummels in and out of you while you cry out, utterly taken over by pleasure.

"More," Steve calls out.

Pulling and twisting on your nipples, Bucky fucks you even faster, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. You can hear how wet your pussy is with each thrust.

Steve lets out a sigh of frustration. "I need more, guys," He says with a tinge of annoyance in his tone.

"Fuck," Bucky grumbles. "Let's try something else."

With that, he grabs you by the arm and forces you onto your hands and knees. Bucky then gets behind you, pushing his cock back into you and getting much deeper at this angle. He pushes your head down onto the bed roughly and even spanks your ass, though you're sure it's all for the sake of the experiment.

"Alright, that's a little better," Steve says. "Could definitely be doing more, though."

More? You let out a squeak at the thought of it.

"Steve, maybe it needs to be you," Bucky suggests, still fucking you steadily as he speaks casually. "I think you should come over here and fuck her."

Your heart skips a beat.

"You really think so?" Steve asks him.

"We have to try," Bucky answers. "For science."

With a determined look on his face, Steve nods. "For science." He walks over to the bed while stripping down, and you watch with wide eyes, still being drilled by Bucky.

Bucky thrusts a few more times before pulling out, making you whimper at the sudden loss. He makes his way to the end of the bed where your head is, while Steve climbs up behind you.

"You're doing so well for us, flower," Bucky whispers as he kisses your cheek. "I know this is hard on you, but it's going to be so worth it when we finish this project. And you'll be getting 100% on all your work this year."

"R-really?" You ask him with wide eyes.

"Of course," Bucky replies with a smile as he moves closer to you. "You're our number-one student. You have more than earnt it, flower." His cock rubs against your cheek accidentally, but he does nothing to move it. He's too busy thinking about science so you completely understand and don't complain when his pre-cum drips out onto your face and down your neck.

"Thank you, Professor Ba- aah," You cry out as Steve plunges into you with no warning.

Steve shudders as his cock sits inside your warm pussy. "Just as tight and wet as last night," He groans, making you falter.

"But weren't you asleep?" You ask him, wondering how he could possibly remember.

Instead of answering you, Steve starts railing you. Your mind is empty as he fucks you into the mattress, his hands tightly gripping your hips and keeping you in place.

"No dings yet," Bucky says with a sigh as he glances over at the lab equipment, before he looks back down at you. "Let me try something..."

He grabs a fistful of your hair and lifts your head off the bed, before forcing his cock into your mouth. Your eyes widen as he fucks your face with no mercy.

Ding, ding.

"It's working!" Steve says, and you can hear the grin on his lips. "Keep doing whatever you're doing. Don't change a thing."

"Aye-aye, captain," Bucky groans as he forces your head further down his cock, making you gag. "I'm sorry, flower, but this is what needs to happen."

"You're being so good for us, taking our cocks like a champ," Steve adds as he slaps your ass. "Our brave girl. You are so important to this research, beautiful, so fucking important, and so smart, and... fuck, so fucking tight."

Your mind lights up with delight at his praise. Ding, ding.

"That's it, keep sucking me, it's working," Bucky says lowly. "You're gonna help us save the world, flower. We're so proud of you."

He sees the look in your eyes and he knows he's got you in the palm of his hand.

"Keep making us proud," He utters, stroking your cheek as his cock breaches your throat. "You don't wanna disappoint us, do you?"

You shake your head as best you can, making him grin.

"Good girl," He whispers, before speeding up his thrusts.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Steve warns you. He makes no effort to pull out even though he isn't wearing a condom, but you let it slide. For science.

"Fill her pussy up, Steve," Bucky groans.

Your cunt flutters around Steve, making him shudder before he cums with a loud grunt, thrusting hard as he spurts into you. You moan around Bucky's cock and the sound coincides with three of the loudest 'dings' you've heard all night.

"Shit, that was incredible," Steve groans as he pulls out of you. "And it worked so well. Bucky, I think you need to cum inside her pussy, too."

"You think so?" Bucky asks as he slows down his thrusts, fucking your face a little softer.

"I do," Steve doubles down. "The alarm sounded out the loudest when I was cumming inside her; the energy created from that action must have triggered the cells."

Bucky pulls out of your mouth and cups your chin. "What do you think, flower?" He asks. "Do you think he could be right?"

It does make sense. After all, Steve's right - the alarm was loudest when he was finishing in you. And it does feel good for your professor, renowned quantum physicist, to be asking for your opinion. "I think he's right," You tell him.

"You do?" Bucky pushes, stroking your cheek. "So, you think I should cum inside your pussy, too? Right after Professor Rogers just did?"

"I do," You answer, keeping your eyes locked on his. "I really do, Professor Barnes."

"Alright. Okay, flower, if you think that's best," Bucky says innocently.

Steve moves to the side and Bucky flips you over so you're lying on your back. He then nestles himself between your spread legs and returns his cock to your pussy, which is currently oozing with Steve's cum.

With a shaky breath, Bucky uses the tip of his cock to scoop up as much of Steve's cum as he can and pushes it back into you. He repeats this a couple more times until the excess cum is back in your pussy, and then Bucky plunges his cock into you. There's a constant chorus of dings coming from the lab, proving that this is the right thing to do.

"Go for it, Buck," Steve mutters. "For science."

Bucky nods and repeats, "For science."

They both give you expectant looks and you quickly nod and echo, "For science."

Wasting no time, Bucky starts thrusting, fucking in and out of you. His head falls forward, resting in your neck as he fucks you.

"That's it, you're taking him so well," Steve says as he watches. "Just a little longer, now. You're being so good."

"I'm so close," Bucky groans into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Gonna fill this tight pussy with my cum. Are you ready for it, flower?"

"Yes," You cry out, just as Steve brings his fingers to your swollen clit and starts rubbing it. The dings get louder.

With a roar, Bucky erupts, thrusting faster and harder than ever as his cum spills into you. Steve rubs your clit harder, triggering your own orgasm as you shake beneath Bucky, your eyes rolling back. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Bucky continues thrusting weakly, making you convulse and whimper. "Such a good girl for us," He whispers, lifting his head up and looking down at you as he fucks in and out of you, slow and gentle. "We are so proud of you, flower. You have been incredible tonight."

"That's right. We couldn't have done this without you," Steve says, stroking your cheek. "And by the sounds of it, it was a successful experiment, so well done. You helped to make that happen."

You nod with a smile, basking in the glory of their praise. "Thank you, Professors, for giving me this opportunity," You say, expecting Bucky to pull out but not saying anything when he remains inside you. "It's truly such an hon- honor to work with you both. I- this experience has been phenomenal."

"And you've been amazing," Bucky says with his dick sitting inside you, even though he's talking as though nothing untoward is happening at all. "I'm so glad you accepted our invitation. We knew you were going to be a stand-out on your first day. I couldn't be prouder."

"Shit. We should've documented this," Steve says as he shakes his head. "How are we going to remember exactly what we did to make the experiment successful?"

You don't think you'll ever forget.

"Damn it. We fucked up," Bucky groans, rubbing his face.

"Is there any way at all we could... somehow get the full step-by-step of what we did?" Steve wonders out loud.

They both look at you, waiting for you to suggest something.

"Um... well, if we had filmed it, that could've worked," You suggest. "But we didn't, so..."

"So what you're saying is, we're going to have to do this all over again and make sure to film it this time?" Steve asks you, making your eyes widen.

"No, that's not what I-"

"That's our only option," Bucky cuts in, giving you a grave look. "To make sure we can perfectly replicate this, we have to do it again and film it, so we know the exact conditions needed."

"No. Look at her, Bucky, we've put her through enough," Steve says as he wipes at the residue of Bucky's cum on your cheek. "We can't do this to her again."

Bucky sighs. "You're right. We'll just have to... go back to square one and figure out another way to make this work," He says, his tone heavy with dejection. "It might take years, but we have to keep trying."

"No," You cut in, unable to disappoint them after making them so proud. "We can do it again. I can take it."

"Are you sure?" Steve asks you, concern in his eyes.

"100%," You reply instantly. They had enough hope on you to bring you on this trip over all their other students, so you need to prove your worth.

"You're sure you can take it, flower?" Bucky asks softly. "You can handle Professor Rogers and I taking turns fucking you, hard, and fucking your face, and both of us cumming inside you again with no condoms? On camera?"

"Yes," You assure him, determined to be someone they're proud of. "Whatever it takes to help you with this research, I'll do it. I'll do anything for you, Professor. I'll do anything for science."

You suck in a sharp breath when you feel his cock harden inside you again.

"You're too good to us, honey," Steve says, unable to stop the smirk from pulling at his lips. "Together, we're going to do some incredible things."

"Incredible," Bucky repeats with a grin. "And all in the name of science, of course."

"Of course," Steve adds, his thumb rubbing your swollen bottom lip. "All for science."

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Suddenly, he crouches down, pushing dripping locks from your face with a harsh swipe. You continue to blink up at him despite the burn of water droplets leaking into your waterline. 

“You know why I’m doing this,” he nods his head once, “right?”

You nod in return, letting out another small cough, “yes.”

“Why?” he mutters, patting your cheek. “Why am I doing this?”

“I didn’t…” You swallow thickly, grimacing at the taste stuck in your mouth, “I didn’t listen. Tried to run away.”

“That's right,” his hands reach for his belt, unbuckling casually.

“Just turn around already. You fucking reek.” He raises his eyes to look into yours. “I hope you learned your lesson. Hm?”

Wordless, you shift onto your tender knees, trembling as you bend yourself over the seat of the toilet. Shaking hands lift the hem of your skirt before sliding down the elastic of your underwear, baring bruised skin. 

Steve settles behind you, too casual, too comfortable. You felt sick as you braced your elbows over the seat, watching droplets fall from your hair into the water below. He adjusts you roughly, making the inconvenience clear with noises on his lips and the marks that promised to bloom beneath his fingers. 

He’d noticed you’d been staying up late the past few weeks. Zillow tabs open. Listings saved, unsaved, saved again. You eventually settled on a condo—something modest, something that still gave you room to breathe. Steve remembered the day you mentioned it. The cross streets. The tone of your voice when you said you liked the area.

Naturally, he’d grown curious.

The building was across town. Farther than he liked. Farther than he could tolerate. The distance sat heavy in his chest, made his stomach turn.

So he did what made sense.

He bought a place nearby.

Steve wanted to be close to you. Your family wasn’t in the picture—you needed him. Chosen family. The phrase steadied him whenever doubt crept in. He would choose you, over and over again.

He’d have to set up new cameras. Add a few discreet security features.

For peace of mind.

Being close to you would be worth it.

A fresh start. New energy. A different part of town.

You chose the building because it felt like home. A feeling you never thought you’d experience again. And yet—here you were, slick with sweat, dragging the last box across the floor of your new place.

Moving hadn’t been an easy choice. Life had been… life. Work was steady. You’d made new friends. For the first time in a long while, you felt settled in yourself. Buying a home—laying down roots—felt right.

You hadn’t planned on it happening this way. You always thought you’d wait. Meet someone first. Build toward it together.

You smiled to yourself at the thought of a meet-cute.

Hell, he could be in this building.

You laughed quietly. “That would be too damn easy.”

That night, you celebrated with takeout and wine. Lit a few candles. Let the quiet wrap around you.

Home.

You slept deeply. Better than you had in weeks.

Still, on the third night, you couldn’t shake the sense of awareness that followed you down the hall. Like the space was paying attention.

You brushed it off.

When you ran into one of your neighbors in the hallway, it felt almost comforting.

“Oh—sorry,” you said, stepping aside.

“No, you’re fine,” he replied, already smiling. Friendly. Familiar, somehow.

“You’re settling in okay?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I really like it here.”

He nodded, like he already knew that. “It suits you.”

You laughed softly, unsure why your chest tightened. “I think so too.”

Later that night, winding down for bed, it came back to you.

Steve.

From IT.

You’d spoken to him plenty of times at work—polite conversations, quick fixes, nothing memorable enough to linger. No wonder he’d sounded so familiar. You felt a flicker of embarrassment for being caught off guard.

You made a mental note to apologize if you saw him at the office this week.

You fell asleep thinking nothing of it.

Steve learned your routines faster than he meant to.

Not because he was trying—at least, that’s what he told himself—but because you were… consistent. You left for work around the same time every morning. You liked the side entrance when it rained. You checked your mailbox every day, even when it was empty.

You made the building feel alive.

He watched from a distance, always careful, always respectful. He never followed too closely. Never stared too long. He wasn’t that kind of man.

Moving here had been the right choice. He could feel it in his chest, that steady certainty that had guided him through harder decisions before.

Proximity wasn’t obsession—it was preparation. Protection.

You deserved someone nearby. Someone who noticed.

When he passed your door, he slowed without realizing it. Imagined what it would be like to hear your laughter through the walls. To know you were safe, just a few feet away.

Soon, he thought.

Steve lay awake long after the lights in your unit went dark.

He pictured you inside—safe, warm, unaware of how close you were to everything you’d ever need. He wasn’t worried. He was patient. Good things took time.

Soon, you’d understand.

After all, he’d already built a life around you.

The sleeping bags, extra blankets, and the two jackets wrapped around you weren’t enough to keep you warm enough to fall asleep. You’d never be able to fall asleep when the sound of your teeth chattering together vibrated your head.

A recon search, a pointless one at that given that you found no new information, left you and your infamous partner Steve Rogers stranded in a blizzard that the forecast claimed wouldn’t be arriving until the morning that started to come as you tried to leave your mission base. This was barely a mission, it shouldn’t have even needed two people to do let alone with Captain America. But in your stint of working with Steve you knew that he believed in safety in numbers and to never send someone alone.

Leave no soldier behind

It was a three mile trek back to the jet but regardless of how far it was, each step was pointless when you could barely see in front of you. Steve had even gone through the lengths of wrapping a rope from your wrist to his to keep you from getting separated. There was no way you could make it there, you might’ve made it a mile total and yet it felt like you’d been walking for days.

“We need to get shelter,” Steve yelled over the wind that screamed like a banshee. “We passed by that abandoned house twenty minutes back there’s no way we can make it to the jet or fly home right now. We’ll have to wait till morning.”

You didn’t argue, only giving a nod, as you followed him turning back towards the mansion, glad that the walk back followed the current of the wind making the hike less unbearable without the wind beating against your face.

Despite how creepy it was that abandoned mansion was your saving grace. White sheets cast over the furniture all the furniture, dust accumulated over everything, it was likely some rich person’s summer home currently unoccupied for the winter.

In the living room past the foyer and dining room, the bare fireplace felt like a gift sent. Steve was quick to start a fire as you pushed two sheet-covered couches as close as possible to the fireplace without becoming a hazard.

The mansion surely had to have had an overabundance of bedrooms but you hadn’t bothered to explore more than needed. Just enough to make sure you were the only ones here. But those bedrooms might not have a fireplace and you’d end up having to share a bed in order not to split up.

Although the fire probably saved your life you still felt like you were in a morgue with the shivers that raked through you.

You’d love to fawn over the architecture but right now that was the last thing you could think of.

Thanks to the scientists that made your favorite lab rat, Steve always ran hot, the fire was all he needed and you didn’t try to protest when he gave you his coat.

“Out of all the places I’ve used as a safe house,” he quipped, breaking the loud silence of the crackling fire and wind whistling against the windows. “This one is definitely the fanciest.”

You chuckled to yourself remembering that one time you, him, Nat, and Bucky all arrived at a safe house that looked like it had a tornado run through it.

“Couch may be uncomfortable but still the best thing I’ve used to sleep on during one of these trips.” You added. You both kept the sheet cover over the couches, their aged antique condition made you wonder how long they’d been abandoned and it’d probably be better than changing if the couch was home to some creepy crawlers.

“How much longer are you gonna be shaking like a leaf over there until you just come over here and lay with me?”

You’d thought about it before you had even started the fire but there’s no way you could’ve asked him.

The team took humor in your relationship or lack thereof. The tension wasn’t blind to you, it felt like a classic rom-com will-they/won’t-they trope but you wouldn’t wanna chance ruining the dynamic of the friendship you did have. So you had to pretend like seeing a super soldier fawn over you with heart eyes didn’t make you blush. At this point you were pretty sure that the two of you being the only ones sent on this trip was the team trying to set you up, they weren’t as patient nor forgiving as the two of you and your silent agreement.

“I’m fine, I don't know what you’re talking about.” You shook your head, too stubborn to admit defeat.

“Get over here or I’m gonna take my jacket back.” He playfully threatened causing you to huff and painfully leave the heat of your cocoon and shuffle over to his couch the marble tiling too cold on your feet.

As you began to realign the blankets for your new arrangement you were distracted by the muscular man taking his long sleeve shirt off. “The fastest way to stay warm is skin to skin.”

You couldn’t help but audibly laugh at him. “I’m not getting naked, but nice try.”

“C’mon, don’t you wanna stay warm?” He smiled as you tucked yourself next to him, the couch not being very wide so you had no choice but to lay tightly pressed against him. “If there’s anyone who knows what it’s like to be frozen, it’s me.”

You tried to muffle your giggle. “If I wasn’t so cold I’d hit you.”

Steve readjusted his position around you, spooning you to rest your head against his muscular arm as a makeshift pillow. “Better not hear a word of this from anyone else, the teasing will never stop.”

“My lips are sealed, angel.”

You hoped the chill that ran down your spine as his deep husky voice calling you angel in your ear passed off as just being a symptom of the cold. Angel was new, maybe he was getting a fever and starting to become delirious.

His smell was so hypnotizing. No fancy colognes, after being occupied on a mission all day, just Steve. Thankfully you hadn’t sweat much on the trip or else you wouldn’t let him touch you with a ten-foot pole.

The sound of the crackling fireplace and Steve’s fast heartbeat with his breath brushing past your ear you tried to hide the girlish glee you felt. You didn’t do relationships, you were too busy, and the fewer connections you had the less someone could use against you. But the affection Steve was giving was enough to break any stubborn spell and melt into him. You were so touch-starved just him holding you was better than sex but you hadn’t had that in quite a while either.

You swore to yourself no matter how horny you got you would never fuck your coworkers. It’s not like a normal job where you can just resign when things get too awkward. You didn’t have an HR to go to if details of your affair started whispering through the locker rooms.

You fell asleep so quickly in his arms, your body became so instantly exhausted once you were warm enough to stop shivering. You hadn’t fully registered the fact Steve had begun pulling your shirt up. “Steve?” You grumbled. “M’ not getting naked.”

“You don’t have to,” he corrected. “Pulling your shirt up to your stomach so you can at least get some skin to skin even if it’s just your waist. I’d never do something to you that you didn’t like.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, snuggling back into him. You would surely kick yourself in a few days when you realize how close you were to being curled up next to a naked super soldier waiting out a snowstorm beside a crackling fireplace in an extremely romantic trope scenario.

Sleep quickly consumed you like an oncoming wave on an unsuspecting swimmer. A deep warmth buried within you and at the brief moment you had before falling asleep the idea of giving it his charms and crush felt worth any future repercussions. Captain or not, Steve would always take care of you.

———

“Steve?” You whimpered, a jolting forced you awake. His fast breathing, heavy with desire brushed along your ear and it took you a moment to realize what was happening. You didn’t need to look to know what was happening.

Your arms flew back at him, trying to push away from him as fast as you could and force yourself from the couch but he was fast to wrap his thick arms around you keeping you anchored against him.

Your snow pants were shimmied to your knees with your top leg forced to raise high and around his hip. Your shirt and jackets had been pulled up past your breasts and your bra yanked down. As his top arm forced you against him his hand from his arm below you groped your breasts.

“I’m sorry angel,” he whined through gritted teeth as you felt what had to be the tip of his cock poke at your entrance. “I wasn’t planning on doing this I swear.”

“Let me go!” You screamed trying to wrestle out his hold despite knowing it was a fight you’d never win but he tangled his legs around you forcing them to stay open. This wasn’t happening, not with him.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

A breath escaped your lungs as he forced his cock inside you. “Steve…” You cried in utter disbelief.

“I’m so sorry Angel.” His voice was drenched in guilt that you felt no empathy for. “I’ve just loved you so much for so long I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Please stop!” You begged. “I won’t say anything!”

His hand left your breasts and clapped over your mouth, your cries filling him with too much guilt that he couldn’t stand hearing you in the pain he was causing. He couldn’t stand you asking him to stop when he’s wanted this for so long. It wasn’t a part of the fantasy that kept him up at night.

“I didn’t want our first time to be like this.” The arm he had wrapped around your waist locking you to him had maneuvered its way to between your thighs desperate to caress and rub your clit. “You just kept wiggling against my cock in your sleep and-and I was only gonna make myself cum but then you were so close and I pulled down your pants just enough to look at you and then I co-couldn’t stop myself.”

You wrestled in his arms trying to get free, your sobs still audible over his makeshift gag. “Please stop fighting,” he begged. “Just wanna make you feel good as your pussy is making me feel. Just let me do this, I promise I’ll make it feel good if you just let me.”

You didn’t want to stop fighting, you wanted free, but even if you did where would you go? You were at least a mile and a half away from the jet and he’d catch you before you could even make it out the front door. And even if you got out, got away, made it to the jet, survived flying home, what was the point when no one would believe you? You aren’t even sure you could believe yourself this was happening.

“Just let me rub your pussy and make you cum. I’ve watched you do it to yourself so many times I know how you like it.”

You screamed against his hand. There was no horror movie as scary as his confessions.

“You’re starting to get wet it won’t hurt much longer, you’re being so good for me. You’re my good girl.”

The shock had overridden the pain that you hadn’t even fully realized until now. You’d surely be sore and bleeding for days after this but you hadn’t started to feel it until the abrupt confessions had pulled you from your adrenaline-filled trance.

“I needed you, I’ve wanted you for so long I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Steve fucked into you harder and harder each thrust nearly throwing you off the couch if he didn’t have a hold on you, the base skidding slightly across the tile.

A shameful moan vibrated against his hand as his fingers caught onto a rhythm that was enough to drive you crazy.

“Atta girl, your little cunt needed this. You need me to take care of you and I always will. I’ll never let you go.”

Beaten moans and heavy breathing ricochet off his hand until he finally let go and you gasped for air. “You like my cock, angel? I know you do, I can feel you squeezing me so tight, you wanted me to do this to you, didn’t you?”

Violently shaking your head and biting your lip to keep a pleasure-soaked cry from leaving you. “I’m gonna fill you up, you have no clue how much I cum I’m gonna flood your tight cunt and get you pregnant.”

“Steve don’t!” That was the only thing you could get yourself to say. “Please don’t, please.”

“Don’t make me silence you again.” He scolded as his thrusts became more forceful. “Don’t you wanna make me a daddy? You wanna be the lucky woman who gets to carry Captain America’s children.”

Pleading cries quickly dissolved on your tongue as his touch became too powerful and brought you to the edge.

“That’s it, angel.” He grunted you could feel his cock twitch deep in you. “Need to feel you cum, wanna hear it n’ feel it.”

“Fuck…” you gasped as you shamefully met your hips back into his forcing his fingers to rub harder how you needed until you finally came squeezing him involuntarily.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” Steve breathily whimpered as his hips jackhammered into you until he abruptly stopped and let out a growling grunt.

It took only a moment later you felt his cum drip out of you and down your thighs and his groin. He really wasn’t being dramatic when he said he came so much.

Steve stayed burrowed inside you, his cock twitching as it softened within you. “You were so good, I’m sorry it had to be like that, I promise when we get back I’m gonna take you on a real date and I’ll make up for it. You are my Angel, I’m so happy we’re finally together.”

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A/N: damn this foul of me lmao. I could see maybe having a part two to this but it depends on how y’all feel ab it I just don’t want it to feel redundant to the ‘fake happy post dark fic’ endings that we’ve all see and I’ve written before.

Taglist is open for any character! Pls either DM me or send an ask to be added bc if not I probably won’t see it any other way.

“alright then… we’ve got one more test of trust, and then we’ll be done with these forgiveness lessons” he smiles. “eddie, go and sit on the couch, please” he instructs. eddie follows orders quickly, sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide. “remove your panties, yn” steve orders.

you stand from the chair, shimmying your panties down your legs beneath your skirt as you hear eddie working his belt buckle. “today, i want you to sit on his cock. and let him use you as he pleases, okay?” dr. harrington smiles.

“okay” you nod, tucking your hair behind your ear. you turn and see eddie stroking his thick cock. he’s already leaking precum, and the tip is red and angry. you walk over to him, setting your knee on the couch as you move to straddle him.

“face me” steve corrects your positioning. you’re already nodding once more and turning around. eddie holds his cock in his right hand, grabbing your hip with his left to held guide you down on the thick shaft.

you whine as you sit slowly, squirming in slight discomfort at the burning stretch. “eddie…” you gasp around a soft moan as he’s fully bottomed out.

“oh fuck baby…” he groans, his head falling back against the couch. “your little cunt is so tight… are you a virgin, princess?” he teases, reaching to rub gently at your swollen little clit.

“yeah…” you mewl, nodding as your hips buck up against his hand. eddie and steve chuckle as the former kisses across your shoulder.

“that’s too bad…” eddie pouts. “cus ‘m not gonna be gentle” he growls. he takes your hips in a strong hold, holding you upright on his cock and forcing you to be still. “just gonna sit here and use you like my own little fleshlight… and you’re gonna take it like a good girl” he grunts.

“good girl” you moan dumbly as eddie begins moving you on his cock. true to his word, he uses you just like a fleshlight. his hands are gripping your hips tightly, doing all the work as he uses your pussy to massage his dick to an orgasm.

“you’re so fucking tight… perfect for this” he groans, his hips bucking up as he slams you down on his cock. you’re unable to help the loud cacophony of moans spilling over your lips as his cock pounds your gspot. “the perfect slut to use like a toy… i feel you clenching around me bitch” he grunts, slapping your clit roughly. “don’t you dare cum before me.”

“yes, sir!” you shriek, clenching tighter in an attempt to hold off your orgasm. it’s not long before eddie is moaning louder, lifting you on and off of his cock faster.

you feel the muscle twitching inside your cunt, beginning to leak precum as eddie lets out a pretty whine. “i’m gonna cum baby” he breathes in your ear, wrapping a hand around your throat as he pistons his hips into you. “gonna fill this slutty cunt up with my babies. take your panties home and make you leave here dripping with me” he growls.

“please…” you whimper softly, searching for something to hold onto as your body begins to shake with pleasure. “i need to… please…” you whine dumbly as you finally settle on gripping his forearm.

“cum, bitch” he growls, using his free hand to slap your clit once more. “soak my cock while i pump you full of my babies” he growls, fucking you impossibly harder.

you’re unable to stop your screams, tears falling down your face as your hips buck erratically as you squirt on him. eddie’s groans can be heard behind you as he holds you still, fucking you through your orgasm until he presses up against your cervix, spraying his cum directly into your awaiting womb.

you whine softly as you fall back against his chest lazily. “thank you, eddie…” you whisper softly.

A knock comes from the door to my office. 

“Come in,” I say, closing my laptop and turning around in my chair. 

Eddie comes in more apprehensively than usual. I haven’t called him into a formal meeting in my office since we started planning to take her. He knows something is wrong. He sits on the black couch and leans back, his arms draping over the back of the sofa which makes his black shirt ride up just enough to show the handle of his glock in his waistband, 

I know he sees my eyes roam over him and I don’t care. We are far beyond the point of politeness with one another. 

“I’m in trouble,” he states, his eyes squinted as he meets my own. 

I chuckle only because it’s true. 

“And you know why?” I ask. I can practically feel the blood pumping in my veins. He just needs to admit what they’ve been doing so I can stop fucking picturing it every time they’re near each other. 

Eddie avoids my gaze. “It’s casual,” he mumbles, scratching his chin. I can’t help the words that escape my mouth, “You fucking idiot.” I stand, trying to get some of the energy away from my fists to flow through the rest of my body. 

Eddie smirks up at me like the demon he is and it takes everything not to grab his stupid face and smack it. Then kiss it. 

“I’m an opportunist,” Eddie shrugs. 

“You’re going to get both you and her killed,” I say as flatly as I can. Eddie knows I look at him like… 

Family is too strange of a word when we’ve touched each other’s cocks. 

Partners. 

But not -

“You can blame it on you thinking you want to save us, but we both know you’re just jealous, Harrington.” 

God he’s so fucking smug. I move to stand directly in front of him and he meets me, standing chest to chest, except he looks down at me slightly. Fuck him for being slightly taller. 

His hand comes to my face and I immediately smack it away and grab his face instead.  He has to remember who’s in charge here. 

“I’ll kill her if I have to,” I say, thumbs pressing into his perfect face. His eyes light up at the challenge. 

“You wouldn’t,” He challenges me. 

“We both know that I can and I fucking will. I’ll make it look like an accident - so much so that you don’t even realize I did it until it’s too late,” I threaten. 

The threats aren’t necessarily empty, but they definitely aren’t ideal. I don’t want to kill the girl. But I want Eddie dead less than I want her alive. His breathing starts getting heavier at my threat. Our eyes dance as we look at one another - too much testosterone running through both of our veins that create a palpable tension. 

Eddie’s quick and grabs my throat, pinning me against the wall. I could fight back as his fingers dig under my jaw, his breath hot on my neck. I could fight, but I feel his hard cock pressing up against my fucking leg and we both know if I pin him down… I don’t have time to fuck him right now. 

“Don’t. Threaten. Her,” Eddie says into my throat, nipping at the skin there. 

I push him off of me and fix my shirt. I walk past him, hitting my shoulder against his as I go and sit back down at my desk, signaling the end of this conversation. 

“Don’t catch feelings for her. Don’t put yourself in unnecessary situations. Don’t be an idiot - and we’ll be fine,” I say. I turn my back to him and open my laptop back up. I can feel him staring at me. I can feel those stupid fucking eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I can practically feel his hands on me. 

And he knows it. He knows he has just as much power over me as I do over him, I just don’t indulge like he does. 

I hear the floorboard creak as he comes up behind me. 

“We both know I can fuck without feelings, pretty boy,” he whispers in my ear. Before I can respond he lands a kiss on my cheek and saunters out of the room. 

My face is hot. 

I knew he’d make this harder than it has to be.

You

This has become a bad habit and you know it, but you can’t help it. The adrenaline that rushes through you after completing a mission, seeing Eddie get violent, then being in close proximity as you go back to the house -  it always ends with him inside of you. 

Other than that first time when he held you to sleep, he’s never stayed again. He’ll cuddle for a little, help you clean up if he’s hurt you badly, but then he always leaves. 

And you hate to admit it, but it hurts. You know he’s just a few doors down, asleep in his own room. Why can’t he just stay? If for no other reason than mutual comfort. But you’ll never ask him to stay. You can’t. 

Maybe he likes to keep you uncomfortable and needy - always left wanting more from him. There are times he’s been so crass, not even bothering to make you cum once he has, then leaving you to touch yourself in his absence to get your high to wither down. 

But for the most part, it’s good. So fucking good. It’s intense and rough and you say words you probably don’t mean to one another but God it’s the only reprieve you have from this new fucked up reality you’re in. 

You’ve lost track of time at this point  - having been locked in this place for far too long and gotten moderately comfortable in the routine. You wake for breakfast and eat alone, train with Eddie until lunch, then go to some form of a meeting with Steve and other random men in suits, and if you have a place to go that night then you go. If you don’t, you’re left to your room or a reading room or a television on a couch in one of the few comfortable living areas that the boys don't invade your space in. 

It’s lonely. So fucking lonely. 

Except for when Eddie gives you attention or the small glances and touches you get from Steve. Other than that you feel like their pet, their burden to put up with until they feel the rest of the crime world has forgotten about you enough that you can go live outside of their watch. As time passes, it starts to feel like that may never happen. 

You’re laying in your bed as your core throbs. Eddie just left, leaving you wiped down but swollen and tired. This one was quick and he made you cum once, but as you were building to a second high he finished. You’re debating trying to finish yourself off when the handle of your door moves. 

You don’t have a lock  - you don’t get one. 

You immediately cover yourself up with the duvet, your tank top and tiny shorts doing nothing to keep you modest from whomever is trying to come in. 

Maybe it’s Eddie? Realizing he left you hanging? Or maybe he wants some comfort cuddles too? 

“Steve?” You ask as he enters your room, his face dimly lit by the moonlight of your barred window. 

His button down shirt is open, a bandage on the side of his abs. His hair is a mess and his pants are hanging dangerously low without a belt on. 

You’ve never seen him so disheveled. 

Tonight’s mission was routine  - another gambling ring distraction. You led a guy off and Eddie knocked him off his feet. The only difference was that by the time you two got to the car, Steve wasn’t there yet. 

You waited a few minutes longer than your anxiety could handle when he stumbled into the front seat, guided by two guards.  Apparently a fight broke out at the table a few minutes after you left and Steve got a knife to the side before someone stepped in and took the other guy out. 

It was messy. 

You drove off fast enough to get away from anyone following you, but Steve had been groaning the entire time as Eddie tried to talk him through the pain. You felt helpless in the back seat as they rushed to the back side of the house and two people came to carry Steve inside. 

Eddie assured you he’d be okay, but you could tell he was distracted tonight too. 

So why is Steve here with you? 

He closed the door and stood with his back against it, watching you with a darkness you haven’t seen from him before. You both stay like that for a moment, just staring at one another in the darkness. When was the last time you two were alone? 

Suddenly you feel like you are back in the cage downstairs. Your chest feels tight and your hands grip the duvet tighter. 

Steve is dangerous. 

“Do you know what happened tonight?” He asks, his voice gruff. 

You swallow hard. “Yes. Y - you got swiped,” you say, your voice not having the strength you so desperately have been working to gain around him. 

He nods slowly, his head hanging as he comes to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t sit, he stays standing and looking at you, his abs flexing when he breathes. Your cheeks heat at his presence, at seeing him so differently than you usually do. This is not the put-together and in-charge Steve Harrington that you’re used to and you’re beginning to think this version is even scarier. 

“Do you know why I got swiped?” He asks. 

Your mind races. Why is he asking you about this? “A fight broke out,” you answer.

His eyes meet yours. “And why do you think a fight broke out?” 

Your eyebrows knit together. You hadn’t questioned why the fight broke out after you left. These things just sort of…happen at events like this. One person says one wrong thing and all of the sudden knives and guns appear and blood starts spraying. 

You shake your head no. 

“You distracted me,” he says. 

“What?” you ask confused. You did exactly what you were instructed to do - you hadn’t strayed from the path at all. 

“You. Distracted. Me,” he repeats, his jaw clenching as he stares you down. 

“I just did what you told me to do-”

“You and Eddie and your bruises and the way you fucking cling to him,” he interrupts you. You feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest. This is about you and Eddie? 

He slams a hand onto the bed, making you flinch. “That’s right,” he smiles sadistically. “You don’t flinch around him anymore, do you?” 

“I - i don’t know,” you admit. 

“I know you probably think Eddie is going to save you from all of this - but he’s not,” Steve says. You can’t control the way your hands start to shake as he speaks. “Eddie belongs to me, just like you belong to me. Even when he’s deep inside of you, you both belong to me,” he continues. 

The door opens behind Steve and you jump, but he doesn’t move. His level of control even when he’s an absolute mess is terrifying. 

“Steve,” you hear Eddie’s voice behind him from the doorway. 

“C’mere Eds,” Steve demands, still keeping his eyes locked on you. 

Eddie stands next to Steve, putting a hand on his shoulder. Steve immediately knocks it off and grabs his wrist. You’ve never seen them fight and you don’t know if you should be scared or turned on - but you’re both. 

“What’re you doing Harrington?” Eddie asks in a dark whisper, his eyes locked on Steve as the pretty boy’s mouth curls into a smile. 

“I’m reminding you both who you belong to, because it seems like you’ve forgotten,” Steve says. Steve’s hand lets go of Eddie’s wrist only to grab a hold of the front of his shirt. To your shock, Eddie doesn’t resist, he leans into the touch as his head starts to fall. 

Steve guides his hand down Eddie’s shirt and to the hem of his sweats, slipping past it and dropping beneath the surface. Steve grips Eddie’s cock and Eddie’s head immediately falls onto Steve’s shoulder with a small groan. 

Then Steve looks at you, smiling. 

You stare back at him, your mouth agape as you watch him rub Eddie under his sweats. 

“Crazy, huh? Seeing your big mean protector Eddie come undone like this?” Steve taunts you. 

You don’t know what to say, you don’t know what to do as you watch Eddie’s chest rise and fall the more Steve touches him. Eddie’s groan is all the confirmation that you need that he enjoys this just as much as Steve does, and you can feel your pussy starting to throb. 

Steve’s eyes are hard on you as Eddie leans on his shoulder. “Crawl to me,” Steve demands. Immediately you crawl on your hands and knees from the top of the bed to the edge of it and sit in front of the two boys, eyes wide as they look at you. 

Eddie’s brown eyes are hazy as they scan over your face. The shock must have registered on your features because he smiles lazily and brings a hand to your cheek, giving it a little tap tap to assure you that he’s still himself. 

Steve uses his free hand to grab your hair, tilting your head back to look at him. “Pull my cock out,” he commands. 

You breath hitches at his words, but you lean forward and unbutton his pants, slowly lowering them down with his boxers. 

“Fuck,” Steve groans as his cock springs free. It bounces up against his happy trail on his stomach and your eyes widen. You can hear Eddie kissing Steve’s neck as he pushes his own sweats all the way down, both of their cocks out now on full display. 

“Touch me,” Steve tells you. You slide your knees back so you rest on your elbows, reaching a hand around Steve’s thick, hard, cock. The weight of him in your hand has you unconsciously wiggling your hips. His neck veins protrude as Eddie’s lips attach to the delicate skin just below Steve’s ear. 

Steve puts a hand in your hair and pulls your head back, placing his hand in front of your face. “Spit,” he commands. You spit into his hand and he immediately places it back on Eddie’s cock, causing a loud groan from the boy. 

“Good boy,” Steve hums. 

You bring your own face closer to Steve’s cock, running your lips up against the plushy pink tip. Immediately you’re pulled backwards by your hair and slapped in the face - hard. You let out a loud squeak and pout at the hit. 

“Did I tell you that you could fucking taste me?” Steve asks, still holding you by the hair. 

You don’t answer, just stare at him in shock. 

He slaps you in the face again. “Answer baby,” Eddie says next to him. 

“No,” you whine, earning another slap from Steve. His eyebrows raise at your tone. 

“Use his title,” Eddie encourages you, his cock in his own hand as he watches you and Steve. 

“No Sir,” you correct yourself. 

Steve looks back at Eddie with hard eyes. “See, you haven’t properly trained her,” Steve says. “Gone too fuckin’ soft on her, made her forget her place.” 

“Ask to suck my cock,” Steve commands you. 

“Can I suck your cock Sir?” You ask, practically drooling. 

Steve scoffs. “And no manners? Fucking hell Munson,” He reprimands the other boy. Now Steve grabs Eddie’s throat, his lips mere inches from his. 

“Did I teach you nothing?’ Steve asks Eddie. Their interaction is nothing short of surprising, but it makes sense to you that Steve has shown Eddie how to control his dominance around the right people - how to get people to obey him.  

“I’m sorry Sir,” Eddie chokes through Steve’s hold. 

Steve lets go of Eddie’s throat and shoves him onto the bed next to you. “Spank her,” Steve instructs. You look behind you, seeing Eddie align next to your hips, his cock just inches from where you want him, with his hands starting to rub your ass through your tiny shorts. 

Without much warning Eddie lands a hard slap to your ass and lurches you forward. 

Steve smiles as your eyes water and puts his cock on the side of your face. He smacks it against your cheek as you look up at him. “Eyes on me while Eddie spanks you,” Steve instructs. 

Eddie spanks you again, the sting so painfully delicious. You whine, trying so hard to resist sticking the tip of Steve’s cock in your mouth as it rests by your face. 

“Aw, you want this dick, huh honey?” Steve taunts you. 

Eddie spanks you again, hard. 

“Y-yes please Sir,” You whine. Eddie spanks you again. “God fuck,” you groan at the pain. Eddie spanks you again and again in succession. 

“Watch your filthy fuckin’ mouth,” Eddie says through gritted teeth. 

Steve chuckles as he looks at Eddie. The curly haired boy’s jaw is tight, the veins in his forearms protruding just like the ones in his cock as he grips your hips tightly, eyes blazing with fire as he watches you drool over another man’s cock. 

Steve loves this game. “There he is,” Steve chuckles. 

Eddie’s eyes shoot toward Steve’s and the two of them smile at one another, making your cunt throb with need. They look primal, and you are their prey. 

“Open up,” Steve says. That’s all the warning you get before he’s shoving his cock in your throat. 

He is anything but gentle. He holds the back of your head, forcing his cock down your throat and holding you there, blocking your airways. You tap against his thighs but he shushes you. 

“You’re fine, you’re fine,” he says, holding you still as you resist against him. 

When you finally pull off for a quick breath of air Steve slaps you again. 

“You breathe when I let you,” he spits at you, then quickly forces your mouth back on his cock. It goes to the back of your throat quickly and you gag around it, but Steve holds still. 

“Touch her Eddie,” Steve tells Eddie from above you. You feel Eddie’s fingers move the flimsy material of your shorts to the side and begin to play with your soaked cunt. 

“So fucking wet baby,” Eddie says, swirling his fingers in and out of you.

You gurgle a moan around Steve’s cock and your eyes start to flutter backwards. Steve moans at the feeling and thrusts in and out slightly, barely pulling away from you enough to let you breathe. He does this back and forth a few times before shoving it down your throat again and pushing your head down forcefully while Eddie sticks two fingers fully into your cunt. 

Your body shakes, trying to resist the feeling of choking and being unable to breathe. You press your hands on Steve’s strong thighs, trying to push away but he’s stronger and holds you there. Eddie’s fingers inside of you have you arching deep, and they both groan loudly above you. 

The more you struggle against him, the harder Steve gets. 

“No - no no, can’t run away,” Steve tells you as you try to back up. 

You start to get light headed from the lack of oxygen. Your entire body starts to feel weaker, losing sensation except for where Eddie’s fingers hit you inside of your cunt and Steve hits you in your throat. 

Steve looks down at you, seeing your ability to fight weaken as you lose oxygen and he smiles. Your face gets more red as your eyelids begin to flutter. Just as your hands start to drop from his thighs, your ability to fight waning, he pulls you up by your throat and Eddie pulls away from your pussy. 

Steve holds your face, slapping your cheeks lightly as you start to breathe again. “Stay with me honey, you’re okay,” he chuckles as you struggle to regain consciousness. 

You can’t even respond as you start to regain feeling. Your mouth hangs open, spit gathered around your lips. You feel weightless and don’t even realize that the two boys flip you over so your head hangs off the bed. 

“Say ‘ahhh’,” Steve instructs you condescendingly. You’re too far gone to resist. You do as he says and he slides his cock back in your mouth, deep down your throat. Your body doesn’t fight it this time, too weak from being dragged to the edge of consciousness. 

“There we go. That’s a good little doll,” Steve praises you. He has you exactly how he wants you, weak and mindless under him. 

“Just the tip Dice,” Steve tells Eddie. You barely register his words as you feel Eddie stick part of his cock inside of you, making you groan around Steve’s dick. 

Eddie groans too, his hips stilling inside of you. 

“Yeah that feels good doesn’t it sweethearts?” Steve asks both of you. You both groan in unison. 

Steve pulls out of your throat just enough to let you breathe before going back in. 

“Slow and deep Eddie,” Steve instructs the other boy. He does exactly what he’s told, slowly pushing the rest of his cock inside of you. You moan at the feeling and Steve pulls his cock out of your mouth to slap it against your cheeks. Steve’s big hands come to rub the spit from his cock around your face, making you a fucking mess as you groan Eddie’s name while he fucks you slowly. 

“Fucking shit,” Eddie groans, struggling to move slowly as your pussy envelops him for the second time this evening. 

Steve moves from the edge of the bed to get next to Eddie, planting a kiss on the other boys mouth, who then starts to fuck you harder.

Immediately Steve grabs his face and sticks two fingers in his mouth. “Nuh uh, I said slow, remember?” Eddie nods dumbly, slowing his pace down as you fall apart underneath him. 

After Eddie obeys, Steve kisses him deeply as he fists his own cock. Eddie’s thrusts are torturous as you slowly gyrate your hips to his rhythm, just enough to teeter you on the edge of building a proper orgasm. Your head is absolutely swimming in the clouds as you let the boys use you. They stop kissing only when Steve pulls away to whisper something in Eddie’s ear. 

“Tell me you understand,” Steve says loudly enough for you to hear. Eddie slows his thrusts to a stop and you whine at the feeling. 

“I understand Sir,” Eddie drawls, slowly removing himself from your pussy. 

You whine at the loss, your hands reaching between your legs. Eddie grabs your hands and kisses them. “I know baby, don’t worry,” he assures you, and you pout. 

Steve chuckles at the interaction as he slots himself between your legs. Eddie moves so he’s kneeling next to you. 

“You gotta be good and take Steve, okay?” Eddie tells you sweetly. 

You nod with watery eyes, feeling so overwhelmed with feeling you don’t even know what to do with yourself. Eddie grabs your cheeks with his hand and urges you to answer him correctly. 

“Okay Daddy,” you whisper out, your voice hoarse from your throat being used. 

Steve lands a slap to your pussy, making you flinch. “Good little whore,” he says before sheathing himself fully inside of you. 

Your back arches off the bed at the stretch, not used to anyone other than Eddie, the feeling so different but so good. Steve leans his head back, his hair falling and the view of him absolutely beautiful as sweat sheens his hairy chest. 

He fills you completely, leaving you gasping as your eyes flit from Steve to Eddie. 

Before you realize what he’s doing, Eddie is leaning away from your face and toward where you and Steve are connected. Your eyes widen in realization. 

Eddie places himself so his long tongue can reach your clit as Steve’s cock brushes in and out of you. Eddie begins moving his face in time with Steve’s thrusts, coating your clit and Steve’s cock in spit. 

You are absolutely overwhelmed and immediately feel an orgasm beginning to build inside of you. 

Steve grabs Eddies hair as he starts fucking you harder. Eddie lets his tongue hang out and work you both, drawing out groans and moans from all three of you as ride out the insane feeling of having each other all at once. 

“Oh fuck,” Steve grunts. “You’re squeezin’ me honey - you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” He asks. 

You whine, feeling the pressure build as Eddie stimulates your clit and Steve hits every spot inside of you. 

“Tell me - tell me who you belong to and I’ll let you cum,” Steve grunts. 

“You you you,” you groan. 

“You belong to me and Eddie - say it,” he affirms. Your eyes start to fill with tears as your head buzzes, your orgasm about to tip you over the edge. 

“You and Eddie Steve and Eddie S st st-evie,” you moan, throwing your head back. 

“That’s fuckin’ right cum on my cock and Eddie’s pretty face,” Steve demands, snapping his hips into you hard as your orgasm takes over you. You feel a buzz up your spine as your vision blurs. You don’t know where you end and Eddie begins or Steve begins and you end - it’s all a blur of sensation and bliss and electricity as you try to catch your breath. 

Steve’s own breath hitches as you squeeze tightly around him. 

Steve pulls Eddie off of your cunt, bringing his mouth to his own. 

“Kiss me,” Steve demands, wrapping a hand around Eddie’s cock as he comes to his own end. Steve groans, filling you up with hot streams of his own cum as the two boys mash teeth and tongue and lips above you. 

You watch as Steve falls apart, Eddie’s hands on his face holding him together as he cums inside of you. 

You can’t hear it, but Eddie whispers into Steve’s ear as Steve keeps his hand wrapped around Eddie's dick. “Keep fucking tugging my cock Steve, please - fuck,” Eddie whines, thrusting into Steve’s hand as he holds on tightly to the pretty boy’s face. 

Eddie’s forehead lays on Steve’s as Eddie’s thrusts get sloppy. “Please Stevie please,” Eddie whines. 

Steve moves his hand faster and faster around Eddie as he catches his own breath, his eyes watching Eddie’s dick begin to ooze cum onto his hand and fall onto your hips. 

“That’s it yeah - cum for me Munson,” Steve says to Eddie. You hum sweetly at the sight and it sets Eddie over the edge completely, his groans the last to fill the room as he paints your thighs and Steve’s hand with cum. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Eddie groans, his chest rising and falling quickly as he comes down from his own high. 

The three of you stay like that for a moment - Steve’s dick inside of you, Eddie’s in Steve’s hand, their foreheads against each other as you look at them with soft, tired eyes. 

Slowly, Steve releases Eddie and pulls out of you. 

“Go get a towel Eds,” Steve says softly, landing a kiss on Eddie’s head. 

Eddie nods before moving off the bed. As he passes the edge by your head, Eddie rubs your cheek sweetly and then heads into the bathroom. 

Steve leans down and looks at you with a shy smile. You blush under his gaze and try to turn your face away from him, somehow shy after everything that just happened. 

“Hey, hey hey,” he says, his hand coming to your cheek. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gravelly. 

Your eyes search his as you try to find the true answer within yourself. Are you okay? 

“I think so,” you whisper. 

He gives you a small smile in response and kisses your forehead. “Here,” he says, and guides you to lay with him at the top of the bed. 

Eddie comes back with two warm towels and hands one to Steve while he uses the other to wipe down your stomach, thighs, and center, kissing each area along the way. 

You take Steve’s towel from his hand and wipe his thighs for him, looking up at him sweetly. “Thank you baby,” he whispers to you, and instead of responding you kiss his bandage over his cut instead. 

Eddie throws the two towels in the corner as he comes and lays on the other side of you, wrapping his arms around your center as you lay on Steve’s chest. 

Silence overtakes the three of you as you all catch your breath and revel in the warmth of each other’s arms. Steve reaches for the duvet and pulls it over all of your bottom halves, making you instantly feel even sleepier than before. 

Eddie’s hand rubs circles into your hips as Steve rubs his hair. You relax to the sound of Steve’s heartbeat and the warmth of their bodies around you. You don’t want to ask questions, don’t want to disturb this beautiful moment of peace. You want to savor this feeling - capture it and put it in a bottle for future use when things inevitably change. 

Just the thought of it makes tears come before you can stop them. 

You wish you could lay right here forever and ever. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, breaking the silence. Neither you nor Eddie respond, just look at him as he gathers his own thoughts. 

“I - fuck,” he chuckles, running his hands over his face. “I can’t lose either of you,” Steve whispers, biting his lip. 

Eddie reaches his hand around you to hold Steve’s. “We’re right here,” Eddie reassures him. You don’t know what to say. You’ve done this so many times now with Eddie - both of you are acutely aware of the situation you’re in and yet the feelings still exist. It’s never easy. You got into this situation due to force, but as time continues you start to wonder if you’re only using that as an excuse to hide your true feelings. 

“I hate putting you both in danger,” Steve admits. 

“I almost jumped out of the car to go fucking kill the guy who stabbed you,” Eddie chuckles. 

You giggle at him. Always the savior. 

“Paul shot him in the head the second it happened,” Steve replies. “I just realized I did to myself exactly what I was afraid of happening to you two - I got distracted caring about if you guys were being safe and it got me hurt,” Steve says. 

Your heart beats hard in your chest. 

Steve was always so distant, trying to be so removed from you and Eddie that you thought he truly didn’t care, that he was just using you because he had to. But really he was doing it because he was scared of losing you. 

“Stevie,” you mutter, your hand rubbing his chest. “It’s okay to care,” you whisper. 

“We’ll all protect each other,” Eddie assures him. And you. And maybe even himself. 

“We’re family,” Eddie continues. 

The word holds heavy in the air. Family. 

“But family leaves,” you say quietly, hiding your face in Steve’s chest. Anyone you’ve ever thought of as family has died or abandoned you.

“Hey, hey,” Steve says, putting his thumb under your chin to force your eyes on him. “This is different,” he says seriously. 

“We need each other,” Eddie adds. 

And you suppose they may be right. You do need them. And in some fucked up way now, they need you too. 

The two boys have had this conversation with each other before when this whole mess started. They realized that, whether they like it or not, they’re stuck with one another now. Emotions or not, their safety depends on each other. And now yours does too. 

“Okay,” you nod, kissing Steve’s hand.

“Okay,” Steve replies, kissing the top of Eddie’s head. 

“Okay,” Eddie smiles, kissing your cheek. 

And that’s how you all fall asleep, a mess of limbs and breath underneath the duvet, in each other’s arms, all in one bed. No more questions asked, and no one leaves. 

It’s all over the news. 

Girls like you going missing near the forest.

But you need to save Arlo.

You slowly follow after him, trying to stay light on your feet and not make too much noise. 

You don’t know why the other girls went missing, you just know you don’t want to be next.

“Arlo!” You whisper-shout, stepping carefully through the undergrowth. 

Your heart is already thundering in your chest as you slowly venture deeper and deeper into the forest, searching for your puppy.

“Arlo, please! We gotta get home!”

You hear him bark, followed by soft growling.

You follow the sound, rushing toward him with the soul hope of finding him and bringing him home before your mother ever realizes that you strayed from the path. 

You spot his golden brown fur and a wave of relief washes over you. 

“Arlo!” 

He turns at the sound of your voice, little tail wagging excitedly.

You drop to your knees and scoop him up in your arms, hugging him close to your chest. You rise quickly and spin around, ready to head back the way you came only to freeze in your tracks. 

“You know, I hear it's not safe for girls like you in these woods.” 

A man stands before you, with striking blue eyes and blond hair. A trimmed beard covers the lower half of his face and he would be attractive if he wasn’t so terrifying. 

He stands at least a full head taller then you, looking down at you with a smile on his face as if he knows something you don’t.

You swallow hard and take slow steps back, your heart in your throat as he follows you just as slowly.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here, anyway?” He asks, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. He seems so casual, so unbothered, and it makes goosebumps raise on your arms.

You glance past him, trying to judge just how far you are from the road, from safety. 

“My boyfriend and I were walking our dog. He got off leash.”

The man nods, eyes dropping to the puppy held in your arms. He makes a few soft kiss noises at Arlo then raises his piercing eyes back up to yours. 

“And your boyfriend made you come out here all alone?” He asks, glancing around as if looking for him.

You shake your head, “no, he’s out here too.”

He cocks his head to the side as if listening for another person, only to be met with the soft chirping of crickets.

The stranger grins and shakes his head, “weird, I only heard your voice. But if he’s out here too, I'll take you to him.”

You shake your head again and take a few more steps back, fear icing your veins when your back hits a tree. 

You’re stuck.

You’re stuck out in the middle of the forest with a man who screams danger. 

No one knows where you are and there’s no way you can overpower him. Outrunning him seems even less likely. 

“No, it’s okay. He’s super protective. Doesn’t like seeing me around other guys,” you try.

The man cocks his head to the side once more and shrugs. 

“I think I’ll take the chance. I’d hate it if something were to happen to you. You never know what’s lurking in these trees.”

You feel tears prickle at your eyes and you shake your head, a final desperate attempt at getting him to leave you alone. 

“Please. I-I have a family. Please leave me alone.”

A soft smile spreads across his face and he steps even closer, reaching out to touch your cheek only to have Arlo snap at his fingers. 

He chuckles and pets the dogs head gently, then brings his other hand up to wipe a tear off of your cheek.

“Don’t worry, honey. I'm gonna take care of you. I promise.”

He brings his finger from your cheek to his mouth, licking the tear off of it and grinning.

“Now,” he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him. “Are you gonna be a good girl and come easily, or are you gonna make me do this the hard way?”

You look up at him then spit in his face and dart under his arm, taking off running with Arlo held tightly in your grasp. 

You can hear him following after you, gaining quickly, and you can’t stop the tears from running down your face. 

You can see the break in the trees. 

You aren’t far. 

Just a few more steps...

And then he’s on you. 

He shoves your shoulders and you fall to the ground, crying out in pain as the sticks and rocks dig into your skin. 

Arlo, thankfully, manages to scurry out of the way before you hit the ground.

He growls up at the man, trying his best to protect you, but you know it's all for naught. You only hope he’ll manage to escape before the stranger does something to him as well. 

The man kneels down and rolls you onto your back, forcing you to look up at him again, terror burning through your pretty eyes. 

“I guess you’ve decided then, hmm?” He taunts, one hand wrapping around your throat and cutting off your air. 

You claw at him, nails digging in wherever they can find purchase and drawing blood. Red drips down his arm, splattering against your face as you thrash beneath him.

You struggle and Arlo barks, biting at the mans leg, but in the end it’s all for nothing.

The edges of your vision begin to cloud and slowly everything fades to black. 

~*~

You’ve been sitting in the dark for what feels like forever.

You’ve gone through every possible emotion you can feel, and now you’re sitting, basking in your dread. 

You have no idea what your kidnapper has planned for you, but if the other missing girls are anything to go off of, it can’t be good. 

He’s got you locked in some sort of basement, by the looks of things. Your wrists are bound behind your back and you woke up on a thin mattress on the ground. 

Your stomach does flips as you wonder if this was how the other girls woke up. 

There’s a tiny barred window near the ceiling in the corner, and a bathroom with a toilet that doesn’t flush and a sink that only drips a little bit of water no matter which way you turn the faucet. 

You have no idea how long you’ve been down here, how long you were unconscious for, or how long it will be before he comes back. 

That last part scares you the most. 

As it stands currently, you’d rather starve to death alone down here than have him ever come back and subject you to whatever cruel torture he surely has planned. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a door opening somewhere above you. 

Footsteps creak against the floorboards, and then another door is opening and a beam of light shines into the corner of the basement. 

Your heart speeds up in your chest as he comes down the stairs and you squirm backwards, trying to get as far away from him as possible. 

He walks toward you with something in his arms, his blue eyes watching you curiously as you tremble like a leaf before him.

“Please... please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, turning your face away from him. 

He frowns and takes a seat on the mattress, then sets down whatever it was he was holding. 

A soft bark grabs your attention and you whip your head around, your eyes widening when you see your puppy. 

“Arlo!” Fresh tears spring from your eyes and you yearn to reach out and grab your dog. The puppy rushes to you and climbs on your lap, licking your salty cheek and snuggling against your chest. 

“I’ll bring food down for the two of you soon.”