Cool As Hell

Hilarious 😂

This with nanami🙏🏾🙏🏾

ask and ye shall receive <3 content: MDNI, fwb!Nanami x f!Reader, handcuffs, piv sex, light choking, slight exhibitionism ig

Nanami Kento was a man who knew how to multitask.

He's expected to attend a meeting online he knows is a waste of time? He's finishing that afternoon's paperwork off-screen and still chiming at just the right moment with just the right insight. Lunch breaks? He'd rather eat his sandwich at his desk while he works than take it and be stuck there past five. You once caught him reading in the bathtub, wine glass in one hand while the suds clung to his chest. But this?

This was, uh, new.

"Sweetheart, sorry, I have to take this," His honeyed voice murmured in your ear, soft lips grazing against your neck as his other hand reached for his phone on the nightstand.

"Ken-" You started, about to tell him it was fine despite your disappointment, expecting him to pull out, but no, him readjusting just seemed to force his cock in deeper. Snapping your mouth shut to stifle your own gasp right as his thumb swiped over the screen and brought it to his ear.

"Hello? Yes, this is him," Nanami answered, somehow managing to sound professional while his cock was practically kissing your cervix. The throb of his thick length while you reluctantly unwrapped your legs from around his waist was taunting, blinking up at his collected face, only a few strands of his shiny blonde hair hanging loose even hinting at him being anything other than put-together. You wanted to touch it, brush it out of his face and twirl it around your finger, but you were cuffed, the metal cool around your wrists as they rested above your head.

You could barely understand the voice on the other end, something about an interview before you heard the word now and pieced it together.

"Now works," Nanami replied. He didn't pull out.

You waited, one second, two, but once you hit five in your head, you were mouthing his name, but he just pressed a soft, silent kiss to your forehead before proceeding to pull out just to slide right back in.

There was no fucking way he was-

The second thrust quickly turned into the twentieth though, his free hand pulling your thigh back over his hip so he could angle himself back in just as deep, careful not to smack into your skin hard enough to make a noise loud enough to be heard on the other end. All while he answered every stupid question about statistics and personal accomplishments and his recent projects and sales, even fucking chuckling at something the guy on the other end said like he wasn't bottoming out inside you with every brutal pump.

Your wrists straining against the handcuffs now, squirming under the weight of his frame and studying how handsome he looked like this, his sculpted chest and shoulders, the faint blond happy trail above where his cock was connected with you. He only briefly pulled the phone away from his ear to shake his head and give you one little chiding click of his tongue while nodding towards where your hands were bound, reminding you not to hurt yourself.

Pouting, you stuck your tongue out at him and you could pretty much see him tighten the leash on his own restraint to resist rolling his eyes and flipping you over to deliver a rough smack to your ass.

"I prefer not to work overtime, but if necessary..." Nanami returned his attention back to the man on the phone, who probably would never guess what position his interviewee had you in. Your own gasps and panting were barely contained, biting down on your lip to keep it from falling open while he tried to split you open with his cock.

Losing track of time while you were losing your grip on your slipping sanity, teased closer and closer to a climax as you desperately attempted to stay silent.

A tiny whine escaped, hardly a squeak, when his swollen tip grinded against the soft spot in the back, all your muscles squeezing around him as you struggled to hold in another needy whimper.

The hand holding your thigh disappeared, the heat of his palm lingering before it suddenly wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to keep you quiet. His sturdy fingers flexed and pressing into the tendons, squeezing you back, the heat between your thighs burning brighter at the hold he had on you. Your legs locked back around his waist tighter before he bottomed out in you, burying himself to the hilt again and again and again.

Forcing shallow breaths in-and-out your nose, glossy eyes peering up at his still-stoic expression, his brows pulled together in focus he was splitting between you and the phone.

It was probably one of your favorite faces of his - the way his lips were pushed together and all the sharp lines of his face, all his defined features fit together when he fit so nicely inside you. You were fine receiving half of his attention if it meant his two-track mind thought of you at all. If it felt even half as good as this.

Listening to his soothing voice recite facts and numbers and asking the other guys questions while he fucked you harder, faster. His thumb dragged up higher along the side of your neck to where a hickey he'd accidentally left earlier was, pressing in just enough you were suppressing another whine. Tears were starting to brim at your lashes, batting them up at Nanami to silently beg him to please, please, please let you cum already, squirming and moving until the cuffs accidentally clinked against his bedpost.

Shit.

"Sorry, that was just my pet," He apologized, one corner of his mouth twitching up into a little smirk while your mouth fell open in a wordless protest at his teasing.

You were so going to get him back later.

He balanced the phone between his shoulder and his ear, freeing up his other hand like he'd at least let you finish as an apology, rolling his thumb over your sore and sensitive clit, massaging steady circles that had your back arching up off the bed. Replying with 'mhm's and 'ah's while he released your throat to clamp that hand over your mouth instead, muffling your moans under his calloused palm.

You finished first. Or maybe he did. It was hard to tell, your legs trembling and a too-bright wave of pleasure hitting you right as his abs tensed and something warm started to leak down your thighs.

The interviewer on the other end definitely didn't know, still chattering away faintly in the background as Nanami ran his fingers through his hair, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he pulled the phone away enough it wouldn't catch how his dreamy little sigh as he caught his breath and re-composed himself.

"Oh? Yes, thank you very much. I'll keep an eye out for the email," Nanami murmured when he brought it back to his ear, only now pulling out and climbing off the bed, his cock, still pink and pretty springing up with his steps. He disappeared into the attached bathroom for a moment before coming back with a washcloth, cleaning up your thighs first, before himself.

You listened to him say his goodbye, still in a daze while he tossed the cloth into his laundry basket and sat next to you, warm eyes crinkling as he caressed your cheek. He hung up the phone, placing it back on the nightstand.

"I got the job."

𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 (𝐄.𝐌.)

summary: over the course of your friendship, eddie never noticed that you didn’t swear. he took it upon himself to find a way to change that. it was pure chance that you were also screaming his name in the process. [4.7k+ words]

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), fingering, oral (female receiving), humping, dirty talk

pairing: eddie munson x female!best friend!reader

a/n: oh. my. goodness.this is the first full-blown fic that i’ve written in a while and my first ever published smut. this is probably my favorite thing i’ve ever written & the longest. as always, i hope you enjoy and I encourage you to interact with this. i’d really appreciate it. *also, i know hellraiser comes out in 1987… just pretend it didn’t for my sake <3

“Ouch! Motherlover!” You exclaimed out of the blue, breaking the silence in the room. You shook your left hand vigorously, hoping to alleviate the pain that struck your pointer finger.

After examining the injury, you gazed up at Eddie sitting on his throne. He had a look on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. He looked slightly concerned, hearing you cry out in pain had startled him but on the other hand, it seemed as if he could burst out laughing at any second.

“Papercut.” You explained, holding up your finger so that he could see.

A smirk appeared on his face, “I figured. Looks gnarly.” Eddie’s tone was laced with sarcasm.

The two of you were currently in the drama room at Hawkins High School. Hellfire had just been slaughtered by the Cult of Vecna and was in need of a new campaign. Everyone in the club was itching to prove to not only themselves but Eddie that they were capable of outsmarting him and beating his new labyrinth of a campaign.

You weren’t Dungeon Master but, you were his best friend and a big help when it came to brainstorming. Eddie often found that whenever the two of you were riffing off of the top of each other's heads, he came up with the best ideas. So, it wasn’t unusual that you’d stay late after school to help him.

“What?” His sarcastic response didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, still smirking. Eddie peaked at you from behind his hair to see that you weren’t buying it.

You poked his arm in the same spot where his bat tattoo was permanently etched into his skin, “C’mon. What?”

If Eddie knew you half as well as he thought he did, he should’ve guessed that you would probe, “It’s just-” He paused and chuckled to himself, “Motherlover? Really Y/N.”

“What? I always say that!”

“Yeah, exactly. You always say “motherlover” He air quoted, “I mean, what’s wrong with just saying motherfucker and moving on?”

“Nothing’s wrong with swearing. It’s just not my thing.” You shrugged as you continued to scribble away in your notebook.

Even when the two of you were harebrained freshmen, ripe for the picking, Eddie can’t recall hearing you curse. He just assumed that it was because your innocence was still lively & intact.

But as time went on and your age increased, you would stay out past your curfew, unbeknownst to your parents. Or you would indulge in smoking with Eddie at his trailer. So, it wasn’t like you were some goodie-two-shoes who got on her knees every Sunday to pray and repent for her sins.

Eddie reached across the table and closed the book you were writing in. Then, he proceeded to gently snatch it away from you and slide it across the empty table. The two of you watched as it slid off the edge and smacked the floor.

“I was using that.” It would be a lie if you said you were surprised that he’d do something like that but, that’s just who Eddie is. A man that goes to great lengths to get your undivided attention.

“I call bullshit,” Eddie began, adjusting his position in his throne so that one of his legs was thrown haphazardly across the wooden arm, “Out of all of the crazy, ridiculous, rash stunts that we’ve pulled over the course of our friendship… you draw the line at swearing?”

“I mean, Henderson curses more than you and he’s like… twelve.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s fourteen,” You corrected.

“Don’t try and change the subject, princess.” Eddie deadpanned, not breaking eye contact.

Your mind flashed away from your current conversation to a dream that you had maybe three nights ago.

Eddie’s face was burrowed between your thighs, licking up your cunt before stopping at your clit and swirling his tongue, the way that drove you crazy.

Despite everything, despite your legs wrapped around his shoulders, despite his hair covering the top half of his face, he never broke eye contact with you. Not even for a second.

“You like that, princess?” He asked you before continuing to lap at your pussy.

You were instantly transported back to where you sat. In a room with Eddie. Not in his trailer sprawled out on his bed, “What have I told you about calling me Princess?” You pointed an accusatory finger at him.

He swatted it away as quickly as you lifted it, “How ‘bout this. I’ll stop when you tell me to shut the fuck up.”

You protested, “No, I’m not doing that!”

“How about shut the hell up. That’s better, right?” Eddie continued, refusing to let up.

Despite his best efforts, you still stood your ground, “Gosh, no, Eddie!”

“Alright,” He paused. You could tell by how his eyebrows were furrowed and how he mindlessly twirled his rings that he was thinking and hadn’t given up yet.

“Telling me to stick it where the sun shines?” He proposed, “It’s a step in the right direction, huh?” Eddie smiled.

At this, you didn’t even try and protest. You just shook your head and rose from your chair, walking to the end of the table and retrieving the notebook that Eddie had so kindly flung across the room.

Returning to your seat, you opened the page you’d been working on and finished your thoughts.

A few seconds passed before Eddie realized that you were intentionally ignoring him. He scoffed, “Jesus H Christ. You’re hopeless, princess.”

You swallowed, trying so hard not to go back to the deep crevices of your mind that thought of Eddie that way. He’s your best friend. Get yourself together. You told yourself.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll get there one day.”

He used this nickname so often that it could’ve doubled as your name. But today, you couldn’t stand to have him call you anything other than Y/N. You had to change the subject or else you’d be clenching your thighs the entire drive home.

“Hey!” You whacked his hand closest to you.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe we could’ve had the new beast for this month's campaign if you weren’t such an asshole?” Another whack, this time on his kneecap.

“One day.” He reiterated before scribbling something on a scratch sheet of paper, completely ignorant to the pool of desire he caused to form in your underwear just by simply calling you a name.

˚ · •. ° .

The entire room erupted in whoops and hollers as Frank Cotton’s dismembered body panned into the frame. Jeff stood on the edge of his loveseat while Gareth clapped at the television screen. Eddie on the other hand remained silent, focusing on the movie.

Occasionally, members of Hellfire gathered at Jeff’s house to watch a horror movie. Today, it was decided that you’d be watching Hellraiser.

This was a very different pick from your run-of-the-mill Nightmare on Elm Street or Friday the 13th. Hellraiser breached a new level of gore and Eddie was forced to step in as dungeon master and forbid the younger members of Hellfire to participate in this particular flick.

“I don’t want to be responsible for replacing your bedsheets.” He’d said when talking to Dustin, which resulted in Eddie being told off with some expletives.

Although he didn’t tell you, Eddie considered asking if you wanted to sit this one out. He remembers how nervous you looked when people started getting slaughtered left and right by Jason Voorhees. From how Gareth described it, Hellraiser made all the other movies you’d watched seem like a walk in the park.

Now, you sat next to him, squirming slightly in your seat on Jeff’s couch. Eddie turned his head to glance at you, expecting to see you looking away from the carnage on screen but, he was mistaken.

You didn’t peel away from the bloodshed. Not even for a second. He should’ve known that you’d do this. Be stubborn and stare the violence down, even if all you wanted to do was shield your eyes.

Eddie thought of a way to add fuel to the fire.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. As expected, you didn’t even bat an eyelash. This was something that Eddie did so often during these movies that it became second nature.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his arm before he inched in closer to your ear and whispered, “Are you creeped out?” Despite his devious intentions, it was a genuine question.

If Eddie got even a sense that this was starting to get too much for you, he would’ve whisked you out of there.

“Uh-uh.” You shook your head, still keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

Eddie pressed on, “Are you sure? I can tell them to turn it off… princess.” He added at the last second.

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Suddenly, you became hyperaware of everything. The way Eddie’s arm was draped across your shoulder, the weight of his chest as it pressed against you, his thigh glued to yours, his breath fanning across your neck as he spoke… everything.

If this movie wasn’t going to be the death of you, he sure was.

Despite everything your body was urging you to do, you didn’t give in. You just kept a neutral look on your face and paid him no attention.

“Oh, don’t be that way,” He urged, “You’re not gonna tell me to fuck off, princess?” There was an edge to his voice.

It was no surprise that you felt wetness begin to pool in your underwear for the second time this week. Lord. If only he was aware of the things he did to me, maybe he wouldn’t do them at all.

“C’mon, Y/N. Just say one bad word, for me?” He begged. When he said this, the typical playfulness in his voice was gone, nowhere to be found.

You tore your eyes from the television, but when you looked at Eddie’s face only to see that signature Cheshire cat grin upon his face, you knew you fell for it.

All Eddie wanted was for you to give in. It wasn’t the thing he’d longed for you to do the most but, it was still something. A step in the right direction, he’d said earlier this week.

He was itching to say it again now. Instead, he opted for, “Progress, Princess. I’ll crack you soon enough.”

Just like that, Eddie turned his attention back to the movie. He left his arm draped around you but other than that, there was no indication that he’d ever interacted with you.

You gaped at him for a moment. How could he just-? Why would he-? Is he just gonna do something like that, right here, right now, and pretend like he doesn’t know the effect he has on me? You thought.

“Y/N!” A voice ripped you from your thoughts.

Gareth looked on edge, “Are you even watching? This movie cost like $15 to rent at Family Video. The least you could do is pretend you’re interested.” He scolded.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to stand on Jeff’s coffee table and yell what Eddie just did, how he riled you up only to leave you high and dry.

But what good would that do? Admitting that your best friend made you wet just by whispering in your ear?

It would just result in teasing from Jeff and Gareth– maybe even Eddie himself. You could hear him now, “Sweetheart, if I make you that hot and bothered all you have to do is use your words like a big girl, ‘kay?”

You bit your tongue, opting for the rational option. To keep watching the movie and pretending as if nothing had happened.

˚ · • . ° .

Three days later, you found yourself experiencing merciless teasing at the hands of Eddie Munson again. Well– not exactly. At least not yet but, you could feel it coming.

Even with your inhibitions low, even with a blunt laced through your fingers… you just knew.

You were currently sitting in Eddie’s bed, sharing a blunt and talking about nothing in particular while he tuned his guitar. Right now, your eyes were closed, listening to him pluck away.

You felt his bed even out and you opened your eyes and propped yourself up on your elbows, trying to see where the man was going.

He grabbed a pick that was on his desk. Your head fell back against his pillow when you realized he wasn’t going far.

As the bed dipped down, you heard a bang against the wall followed by, “Shit!” Eddie cursed.

This time, you sat all the way up, seeing Eddie grab his elbow, “I hit my funny bone.” He explained, taking another second to breathe before extending his arm in your direction, signaling for you to pass the joint.

“I think that’s enough guitar for me today.” He joked, before taking a long, deep, inhale to let the smoke enter his lungs before exhaling it all out.

“You should take a page outta my book and try not to curse.” You said, resting your head against the wall for support.

Eddie looked at you, taking another drag, “And why would I do that when it’s just so…” He searched for the right word, “Fun? Liberating?” He couldn’t decide.

“How about neither?” You challenged.

You had no idea why you started to antagonize your best friend. Maybe you just wanted to get the teasing out of the way since it’s been a little while since the last time he tried to get you to swear.

Or, maybe you were hoping it lead to somewhere else.

“You think you’re better than me, huh?” Eddie smirked, “You’ve got some superiority kink or something.”

You decided to throw him a bone, “I do have the urge to curse sometimes.”

“Oh yeah? And when is that?” He asked, interest piqued.

“When I get hurt. Like the other day in the drama room. I don’t think you realize how close I was to actually saying it.”

You extended your arm and pried the blunt from Eddie’s lips, “And stop hogging this.”

“So, you don’t wanna swear like a sailor any other time?” He inquired, not even phased that you stole his joint away from him.

Eddie decided that you could keep that one since it was almost gone anyway. He reached for his tin “lunchbox” and grabbed another pre-rolled blunt. He’d probably pinch himself later, knowing that it was supposed to be for a customer but, right now, he didn’t care.

“Not even when you’re touching yourself?” Eddie asked so nonchalantly as he fumbled with his lighter. He said it as casually as you’d ask about the weather or if someone was enjoying their meal.

If you knew he would have dropped a bombshell like that, you never would have brought it up in the first place.

“W-what?” You managed to sputter out, “Why would you even ask me something like that?”

He sighed, “Don’t tell me I struck a nerve, princess?” There he goes. With that nickname again.

Oh, you struck a nerve, alright.

“We never talk about stuff like this is all.” Your brain didn’t even know what to make out of this interaction.

“There’s no time like the present, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, staring you down, “So, what’s the answer?”

You thought about the different ways to reply. You could continue to hold out, refusing to entertain Eddie’s ideas. Or you could give in and end this cycle of desire and damp panties.

Eddie obviously got tired of waiting for you to respond and decided to throw another question into the mix, “What about when someone else touches you?”

And just when you thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, they did.

“No.” You answered definitively.

I don’t want someone else. I want you. You thought but didn’t dare say.

“Hmm.” Eddie nodded his head at this newfound information and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding in.

Thank God the 3rd degree was finally ove-

“So when Harrington went to town,” He started, “You weren’t itching to say anything?”

You had a brief (and I mean brief) romantic history with Steve Harrington.

During your junior year, the two of you went on one date together to the drive-in movie theater just outside of Hawkins. It was a nice experience but, you found yourself longing to be watching a different movie with Hellfire– well, Eddie.

You mentioned hanging out with Steve to Eddie once. You were shocked that he remembered it but what shocked you even more was that he assumed Steve “went to town.”

“Considering we never even got that far, no.” You admitted, thankful to put that rumor to rest, whether he’d conjured it up in his head or heard it roaming the halls.

But of course, knowing Eddie, he just had to be thorough. He asked again, just to clarify, “So Harrington never…?”

“Nope.”

Eddie took a beat, mentally taking notes. Good.

Another question popped into his mind and with him already on his second blunt of the night, he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Has anyone ever?”

“No.”

He hummed, then took another slow drag of his blunt, making you wait in anticipation for what he was going to say next, “If it makes you feel any better, no guy at school knows anything worth a damn.”

You couldn’t hold back the scoff that passed your lips. “Right. And you do?” If Eddie could tease you, you could tease him right back.

Eddie had taken home his fair share of people after shows at The Hideout, mostly people just itching to say they’ve slept with someone in a band. He was surprised that hearing you doubt his abilities in bed stung him so much.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” He stopped, then added under his breath, “I bet I could have you screaming.”

You heard him, heard what he said… what he was alluding to. Your breath caught in your throat and you forced yourself to swallow it down. Get ahold of yourself. He’s only teasing.

Eddie didn’t intend for you to hear what he said but, would it be such a bad thing that you did?

He can’t recall the last time he looked at you as strictly his best friend. The two of you crossed borders that a typical duo wouldn’t: sleeping in each other’s beds, holding hands when a movie got a bit too scary, Eddie kissing your forehead before he left your house.

And that was just the surface level. God only knows how much the two of you had practically seeped into each other’s skin after your years of friendship.

With everything going on right now, Eddie’s inhibitions lowered, the feeling of his cock tightening in his jeans at the prospect of you two finally crossing that godforsaken line… he couldn’t stop himself.

“C’mon, princess. Don’t try and act all high and mighty now like you haven’t thought of me that way.” He started, fully expecting you to smack him on the side of the head but, you didn’t.

Eddie kept going, “Like you haven’t thought about me with my head between those pretty thighs.”

“I haven’t.” You gulped, your hand traveled up your arm and stopped at your elbow.

After knowing each other for years, it was obvious that you’d pick up on one another’s habits. Certain words that you’d coin, your favorite items of clothing… when you were lying.

The number of times you’d call your parents from Eddie’s house, claiming that the two of you were studying when in actuality you weren’t. He noticed the way you scratched your elbow while lying through your teeth.

Just like you were right now.

“Mosquito bite?” He asked, pointing out your nervous tick, “Or did you hit your funny bone too?” He smirked.

“E-Eddie,” You stuttered, “Trying to seduce me isn’t gonna get me to say a bad word.” You chuckled nervously.

“Really?” He said, unconvinced, “When have you, Y/N Y/L/N, ever backed down from a challenge?”

Suddenly, you realized how close in proximity the two of you were. For the second time in the past week, you could feel his body heat radiating from his chest.

“Y/N…” He continued in a sing-song tone, “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at my hands while I played my guitar.”

“Were you thinking about these fingers fucking your pussy?” Eddie held up his ring-clad fingers and whispered in your ear.

“God, Eddie,” You exhaled, “Are you really taking this that far?”

This was your final attempt. It was the last time you were going to resist what your body was screaming at you to do… Let Eddie take you right here, right now, on his bed.

“Tell me to stop, Princess. Tell me to let it go and I will. Promise.” He extended his pinky finger.

You didn’t take it.

“So, is that a yes?” Eddie asked, scanning your body for any indication that you didn’t want this. That was the last thing he wanted to do, make you uncomfortable.

But with the way your chest heaved up and your thighs were pressed together, he knew.

“Mhm.” You nodded.

Eddie tutted, “Uh-uh, Sweetheart. Use your words.”

This was it. You knew once you uttered these words, your friendship with Eddie would be changed forever. It would breach uncharted territory. The thought of that should have terrified you but, it didn’t. You longed for this.

And right now, wanting his calloused fingers inside of you trumped any hesitation that could’ve formed.

“Yes.”

Smirking, Eddie moved from his seated position and climbed to the edge of the bed. He pulled your ankles with enough force so that you were lying down.

Crawling back up, Eddie hovered over you, his hair falling in your face while his hands started to unbutton your jeans, “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this, Y/N/N.”

Eddie took his sweet time. He slowly tugged down your zipper and began to peel your pants off of your body. Your hips bucked up so that he could get them past your ass and down to your ankles. He gave them a final pull before they fell onto the floor.

He returned to his position above you. Eddie maintained intense eye contact with you before cupping your clothed pussy.

“You’re so warm, Sweetheart. I bet you’re wet too, hmm?” He used his pointer finger to push your panties to the side, lightly grazing your clit in the process.

He was right. Arousal practically dripped from your pussy and right onto his bedsheets, “Fuck,” He sighed, “Is this all for me?”

“Y-yeah. All for you, Eds.” Your voice was breathy as you tried not to moan in anticipation.

He hummed approvingly before taking his hand away, letting your underwear fall right back into place.

Suddenly, his attention fell onto your neck. Eddie left a trail of kisses starting at your collar bone and kissed up to your earlobe, “Take them off for me, Princess.” He demanded.

You didn’t waste any time, using both hands to slide out of your panties. Before you could toss them aside, Eddie grabbed them from you and shoved them into his pocket, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’ll give them back later.”

You felt his fingers brush the inside of your thigh, inches away from where you wanted him the most. You waited a few more seconds, trying to gauge his next move.

When his fingers kept dancing in between your thighs, you whined, “Eddie, if you’re not going to do anything-” Oh.

You felt as 3 of Eddie’s fingers slipped into your pussy. You could feel the ice-cold rings that littered his fingers brush against your inner thigh as he continued working, curling his fingers.

Eddie began to pump his fingers in and out of you, feeling your chest rise and fall. Lewd sounds and whimpers slipped past your lips when he brought his thumb to your clit and began to flick the bundle of nerves.

His cock strained against his jeans hearing you whine from underneath him, “Cat got your tongue, Princess? Don’t worry, I’ll have you screaming pretty soon.” He smirked.

Eddie increased his pace, which had your moans getting louder and louder each time his thumb circled your bud. Your eyes were snapped shut and your knuckles were white because of how hard you were gripping his bedsheets.

You felt heat begin to rise in the pit of your stomach, “I’m so close, Eds. Keep going.” You begged him.

His fingers didn’t let up as he began to slowly inch down the length of your body. Eddie used his free hand to spread your legs wider before positioning himself between them.

“You’re close, angel? Do you want to cum?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You moaned, arching your back.

“Say it.” You could feel Eddie’s breath fan across your clit.

Even in the heat of the moment, with Eddie’s fingers so furiously pounding your cunt to death, he still didn’t give up.

“Eddie. Please, just, please.” You groaned.

His fingers began to slow down. The coil that was building in your stomach began to fade away as he started to remove his fingers from your pussy.

“What are you doing?” You whimpered at the loss of contact and peered down at where Eddie was perched.

“Say it and I’ll keep going.”

Jesus. Is he really going to pull something like this? Right now out of all moments?!

Eddie could see the cogs churning in your head. He decided to make things even harder for you by placing a ginger kiss right on your clit, causing you to moan.

He’s officially won.

“Fuck! Just…” You stuttered, “Just fucking let me finish, please!” You pleaded, finally giving in after almost 2 weeks of being stubborn.

“Good girl.” He praised before hiking both of your legs up in the air and throwing them behind his shoulders.

He wasted no time, getting immediately back to work by showing your clit the most love and attention. Eddie licked a stripe up your cunt causing you to gasp.

You could feel waves of heat build-up again, followed by the coil threatening to snap as he continued to lap at your pussy.

Eddie glanced up and saw the way you were clutching his sheets for dear life. He peeled your left hand away and guided it to the back of his head. You then added your right hand into his locks without assistance, “Shit! Eddie, I’m almost there.”

You felt your orgasm approach as you began to clench around nothing and grind onto his face. The hands that were intertwined in his hair tugged on it, causing his face to angle slightly upward towards you.

As flashes of light began to cloud your vision, signaling to yourself that you finally reached your high and came all over Eddie’s sheets, you felt the bed begin to shake.

Shit, was my orgasm that powerful? You thought, highly confused.

You felt Eddie’s movements come to a stop. His head was still laid between your thighs, your fingers were still laced through his mane, pulling on it.

Holy. Shit.

You were frozen in your spot when you realized what was really happening. It wasn’t your orgasm that was so intense that caused the bed to shake, it was Eddie. Humping it. It really shouldn’t have gotten you as riled up as it did.

“Fuck, Princess. You’ve got me going feral.” He grunted, continuing to pound his mattress into oblivion.

You didn’t remove your hands from his hair as he continued to fuck his mattress. You watched, dumbfounded, and highly turned on because of this.

For almost two weeks, Eddie had been teasing you nonstop. Constantly doing things to intentionally get you turned on. You decided that it was your turn to add fuel to the fire, “Good boy.”

“Jesus. Fuck. God, I wish this mattress was you right now.” His head fell on your thigh and kissed it.

“Shit!” He swore once more, before letting out a grunt, letting you know that he had finished.

The aggressive movements came to an abrupt stop and he stood up and climbed fully into bed. He brushed away the hair that was matted to your forehead with sweat.

“That was….” Eddie sighed, flopping his head next to yours.

“Fun? Liberating?” You quoted him from earlier that night.

He scoffed, “It was, wasn’t it?”

“Fuck yeah.” You said, loud and proudly.

A grin slowly appeared on Eddie’s face. You swore, without even being provoked, “That’s my girl.” He kissed the top of your forehead.

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Incorrect Steddie 7/?

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Welcome Home

Pairing: sugar daddy!Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Summary: Chris asks you to be at his place waiting for him when he gets home from a work trip and the wait is unbearable after not having seen him for a few weeks.

Warnings: RPF, AU, established sugar daddy/baby relationship (not really mentioned), getting caught masturbating, calling him “daddy,” oral (m + f receiving), pussy slapping, unprotected sex, 18+ please please please minors dni

Word count: ~1,600

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His texts from just a couple hours ago play over and over in your head as you sit in his oversized living room alone, waiting for him to get home. 

“Can you be at my place tonight? I'll be home around 7:30 and would love to see you.” 

“Maybe waiting for me in one of those pretty sets I bought you last month. 😉”

“Been too long since I've seen you, princess. Those videos have been fun, but I need the real thing.” 

The last one had heat rushing to your cheeks as you vividly remembered the videos you'd exchanged over the past few weeks. You had to snap your head up, scanning the room to make sure no one had seen your sudden change in demeanor – your breath caught in your throat, involuntarily shifting in your seat – upon the escalation of his messages.

Just the mere thought of the videos again and you're finding yourself scrolling back to find them. Some are just audio, him groaning your name in a dark room or his low voice giving you slow instructions that you didn’t dare disobey as you made the videos you sent back. 

Others leave nothing to your imagination. The ‘Look what the thought of you does to me, babygirl’s and ‘Come with daddy’s have an immediate effect on you. Somewhere in the back of your mind is the voice telling you to be patient, but you fail to listen, quickly shimmying out of your jeans before leaning back, sinking against his sofa. 

Watching him teasingly stroke his hard cock, your hand slips between your legs, fingers fumbling to push your panties to the side. 

A whimper escapes your lips when your fingertips brush over your folds, dipping into your wetness before returning to your throbbing clit. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, biting your lip and closing your eyes as you listen to his breaths become heavier. 

You feel like you're right on the edge until you hear someone clear their throat from across the room. Eyes snapping open, you scramble to turn your phone off, throwing it to the other end of the sofa. 

“Chris,” you gasp, sitting up and trying to compose yourself the best you can. “You're back–” 

“What were you doing?” 

As if he didn't see. You have to refrain from rolling your eyes, instead playing innocent. “Sorry, daddy.” The look in your eyes turns more apologetic the closer he gets to you. “I'm sorry. I just couldn't wait to see you.” 

“So you fucked youself instead of waiting for the real thing?” As stern as he's trying to be, he can't suppress the amused smirk on his face. 

“No, daddy,” you promise, shaking your head. “I didn't even come.” 

He can't help but laugh at that. If he didn't miss you so much, he'd be doling out a punishment already. 

“Look!” You lean forward, grabbing a bottle off the coffee table in front of you. “I got a beer ready for you.” 

He slowly takes it from you, but his stern look is back. “And that's supposed to make it all better?” 

Smiling up at him standing in front of you, you nod innocently. 

“On your knees.” 

Quickly forcing the smile off your face, you do as he says, and let him take your spot on the sofa while you kneel on the floor between his legs. 

“Did you have a good trip?” 

He brings the bottle to his lips to hide his smile as he watches your fingers work to undo his pants. He loves your nervous habit of trying to make small talk during moments like this. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, taking a swig of his drink. “It was good. Glad to be home for a while though.” 

“Me too,” you smirk, rubbing the palm of your hand over his dick before wrapping your hand around him. 

“God damn,” he sighs, dropping his head back before looking back down at you. “Especially when I get to come home to this.” 

“You deserve it, daddy.” Your words are a whisper before you’re taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. 

He leans over you to put his drink down, the movement forcing you to take more of him into your mouth. 

“That's it,” he cooes, feeling you softly gag on him. “Good girl. I know it's been a while.” 

You'd nod if you could, the tears pricking your eyes as you try to breathe through your nose reminding you of exactly that. 

With the help of his hand on the back of your head guiding you, you slowly fall into a rhythm of lifting your head and sinking your mouth back on him. 

The sounds filling the room can only be described as lewd as you drool and gag around his dick. 

It takes you a second to register what's happening when he gently eases you off of him, cursing under his breath about how good you feel. “Would love to have your mouth on me all night, shit. You're so good.” 

As you sit there, wiping your mouth off on the back of your hand, he's grabbing his beer for one more quick drink. 

“Get up here.” He holds his hand out to help you up to the sofa so he can switch places with you. “I wanna taste something else now.” 

Eagerly nodding, you help him by pushing your panties off. His arms hook around your thighs to pull you to the edge of the cushion.

“Been waiting–” He pauses his thought to press teasing kisses along your inner thighs, your breath hitching each time he gets close to your center. “–To get my mouth back on this pussy.”

“Chris,” you gasp, feeling his tongue parting your folds, licking a stripe up your slit. “Fuck, daddy.” 

Still sensitive from before, his tongue on your clit has you whining, fingers grasping and pulling at his hair. 

He groans at the sting, the vibrations of his voice spreading right through your body as his hands grip your hips tighter–to keep you from squirming–so he can devour you. 

“You're gonna make me come,” you choke out, tugging at his hair again to keep him in place. “Please, please–” 

As much as he wants to give in, taste everything you have to give on his tongue, he wills himself to pull away. You feel pathetic, not able to suppress the desperate whine you let out. 

“Not–” His hand comes down harshly against your cunt. “Yet.” And again, causing you to cry out, in pain, but mostly in pleasure. You swear one more slap would have sent you tumbling over the edge. 

“Daddy, please. Please.” It's like it's the only word you know at this point as you watch him push off the floor and sit next to you. 

He doesn't even have to ask before you’re clambering onto his lap. 

“Okay, okay,” he chuckles. “Let's get this off of you first.” His hands find the hem of the sweater you're wearing so he can help you out of it. “That's better.” 

“You too,” you pout, clumsy fingers searching for the hem of his t-shirt so you can tug it off of him. 

“Better?” 

“Yes,” you murmur, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss. 

It doesn't last long when he shifts just right for his cock to nudge against your entrance. “Ah,” you take in a sharp breath as you push down onto him. 

“Christ, sweetheart.” His head falls back as he revels in the feeling of your tight cunt swallowing his cock. A whimper from you has him looking back up at you though. “Slow, babygirl. There's no rush.” 

Taking as much of him as you can, your body shudders at the fullness he makes you feel. “Feels so good, daddy.” 

“I know,” he exhales, convinced he'll bust right now if you don't move soon. “You gonna ride daddy's cock? Show him how much you missed him?” 

“Mhm,” you hum, pressing your hands to his shoulders for leverage as you begin to lift off of him before sinking back down on him. 

“Shit,” he groans. “Good girl. Just like that.” 

It doesn't take long for your movements to get sloppier, falling into a steady rhythm on top of him. 

You're seeing stars each time your clit bumps against his pelvis, hurling you toward the edge once again. 

“I'm close,” you moan, grinding harder against him.

“Yeah?” His hand comes up to the back of your neck to pull your face down to his. He hasn't forgotten about your little stunt before. “Who makes this pussy feel good?” 

“You, daddy,” you cry out, legs beginning to quiver. 

“Good girl. You better remember it's only ever me.” 

“Always you! ’s your pussy, daddy.” 

“Now come for me,” he orders through clenched teeth, needing to feel you, his high following suit. 

“Oh God–” 

He catches your writhing body against his own as you come, taking over to work you through your high and chase his own. 

With a loud groan, his hips still to keep his cock deep inside you as his release fills you. “Good girl,” he growls with each residual twitch of his cock. “Did so good for me, pretty girl. Fuck.” 

Catching his breath, he loosens the hold he has on you, softly rubbing your back as you do the same. 

He lets out a quiet laugh. “You with me?”

“I think so,” you giggle, lifting your face from the crook of his neck to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Welcome home.” 

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dirty, dirty girl / eddie munson

one shot

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

cw (buckle up): smut w/ fluffy ending, cursing, daddy!kink, master!kink, petnames (kitten, babygirl, etc), lingerie, oral (m&f), face fucking, cum eating/cum play, orgasm denial, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, hickies, biting, little bit og blood, spanking, squirting, unprotected sex, spit kink, breeding kink, slight bondage (belt as handcuffs), rough dom!eddie, sub!reader, fem!reader, praise, degradation, aftercare (i think that's it but i could be wrong)

this is over 8k words... enjoy you filthy people.

you were tired of your boyfriend only seeing you as cute and innocent. so for his birthday, you kicked things up a notch.

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“robin, you’re sure?” you ask, nervously tapping your toe as you stand in the checkout line. robin rolls her eyes, shoving the lingerie into your grasp.

once she makes sure you’ve took hold she cross her arms. “as your only lesbian friend, i can assure you i’m sure you will look insanely hot in this. eddie is going to blow his load in his pants at the sight of you,” robin reassures with a smile. 

you sigh, nervously rubbing the thin lace between your fingers. “and the colors okay?” you ask insecurely.

robin nods, grabbing your shoulder. “black is sexy on everyone, y/n, plus the one we chose is particularly… out there? hot? so i don’t think color would matter anyway. but i mean, it is eddie, isn’t his favorite color black?” robin says.

“red, actually. but all their red options were too bright for what he likes,” you say and shrug. now you were next in line. robin gives you one last reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before you place the three piece set on the victoria’s secret counter. “you said we can get stockings at jcpenney, right?” you ask robin who nods. you pay for the pricey undergarments before you and robin head to get the rest of eddie’s birthday gifts.

a few days later and it’s eddie’s twenty-first birthday. luckily, he decided against getting super drunk that day and spent it with all of your guy’s combined friends. he knew he didn’t have to but he was more than excited for some good birthday sex and wanted to remember it all. 

the thing about you and eddie’s relationship was that even though you’d been together for about a year now, he still refused to get too rough with you during sex. he’d told you many times you were too innocent and he didn’t want to ruin that or go too far. but you knew he was holding back, and you were pretty damn tired of him treating you like a feather in the bedroom. he barely let you ride him it was that bad. 

he closed the door to your new apartment and immediately you were slammed against it as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. you let it go for a minute before interrupting. “wait, i have a gift for you,” you say, stroking his cheek.

eddie gives you a goofy smile, his childish side showing through. “but, babygirl, you already gave me my presents,” he says in slight confusion. you shake your head no and give him a nervous smile.

“i have one more,” you mutter and grab his hand, leading him to your couch. “sit here and wait. i need a couple minutes,” you push him down on the couch. you smooth down his hair, admiring his excited smile and placing a kiss on his forehead. eddie waits pretty impatiently as it takes you a whole five minutes to get whatever it was that his gift was. he swears to god if it’s an animal after he’d told you no…

meanwhile you tried psyching yourself up as you slid your jeans back on over the lingerie. this was quite nerve wracking for you, but it was something you knew eddie was going to love. you pulled your shirt back on over your head and took a deep breath. you didn’t look any different except your socked feet were now engulfed by dark black thigh highs instead. you recalled robin’s words from this morning, telling you to just dance and feel yourself how you would if you were in your room alone. so, here goes nothing.

eddie whipped around at the sound of your bedroom door opening and furrowed his brows when he saw nothing in your hands. he watched you expectantly as you walked towards the record player. “baby, i’m confused,” he states, watching as you picked out the record he had recently been oodly obsessed with. 

you chew on your lip as you set it up. “you can’t make fun of me,” you mumble, turning up the volume so the track would play loudly. 

“i would never, but what is this-” he’s cut off by the opening words of pour some sugar on me by def leppard filling your guy’s home. he watches as you turn and nervously walk towards him as the instrumental begins. “babe?” he questions. you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. 

“shut up,” you mumble as you try to transport yourself back to your childhood bedroom, dancing around your room as if you could ever be as confident as the strippers in the movies. you pretend eddie isn’t even there and begin to let your hips move to the music, easing into it.

eddie watches you curiously, not understanding what was going on. he watches your hips carefully and then your hands as you begin sliding them up your body sensually. “oh my god,” eddie mumbles, eyes popping out of his head as he realizes what you’re doing. your hands grope at your own breasts as you try and move your hips more harshly to the beat and eddie feels his mouth fall open in shock. your hands travel down, sliding over your stomach and towards your core as eddie wishes your hands were his own. you don’t know how slow or fast you’re supposed to take this, but you know you're anxious to see eddie’s reaction to your lingerie. 

you let your hands drag your shirt up, revealing the black lace of the garter belt you’re wearing before letting it fall again. eddie gaps at you, and you finally find the courage to open your eyes and glance at him. he was sat with his knees apart, elbows resting on his thighs as his full attention was on every small movement of your body. you feel a burst of confidence as you pull your shirt all the way up to right under your breasts, shimmying your hips and dropping down a little bit. he sucks in a breath, embarrassed to be already getting hard. after teasing your shirt, you finally pull it off and throw it to the side. “holy fuck,” eddie grunts, you smirking at him as you start to run your hands over the exposed lace.

you start at the shoulders, running your fingers down the strap until it divides into two, showing the open expanse of the tops of your tits. you trail your fingers over the top of the lace cup that begins right above your nipples, letting them fall to circle your hardening nipples a few times. your soft touch traces the under wire, emphasizing your boobs even more to him before your fingers flutter over the frayed edges. you turn in a slow circle, using a swivel of your hips to stick your ass out towards him as your hands caress it. “god, y/n, you’re so fucking hot,” eddie comments, feeling like he could start drooling. you laugh at him, feeling fully relaxed and really confident in your body.

your fingertips ghost along the waistline of your jeans before dipping under. “you haven’t seen it all,” you say flirtatiously, popping the button of your jeans. eddie groans at the tone of your voice, feeling a rush of blood go to his dick. he didn’t know where this behavior was coming from, but he wasn’t complaining. he eyes the garter belt as you reveal more of it, slowly pushing down your jeans. a small expanse of your stomach is shown along with little silver rings holding together the pieces and then he sees the top of your underwear. he lets out a guttural groan at the fact he can see your freshly shaven pussy through the mesh and lace of the underwear. you smile mischievously at him as you slide them down further, showing to him where the garter belt connects to your black thigh high stockings. 

you kick the jeans to the side, running your fingers up and down your sides as you move your hips sensually. eddie’s bottom lip is stuck between his teeth as you begin to turn, a moan leaving his lips as he sees it's a thong you’re wearing. he’d never seen you wear one of those before. when you turn back to him he holds up his hand. “pause, i need a closer look,” he says, his eyes dark and full of desire. you stand patiently waiting for him as he stands and begins walking towards you.

you eye his bulge and feel a strike of pride run through you. “did i make you hard? daddy?” you ask innocently, causing eddie to stop in his tracks. his mouth goes dry and he blinks a couple times. 

“what did you just call me?” he asks, voice hoarse. 

you shrug, fighting back a big smile. “daddy? is that okay? or would you rather me call you master?” you ask and eddie’s eyes flutter shut. “oh, so master?” you tease.

he takes a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth before beginning to stalk towards you. “both do the job,” he mutters, beginning to circle you as if he was a lion and you were a poor, helpless gazel. he closely inspects every strap, design, and location of the lingerie as he gets to your back side. he squats down, grabbing your ass cheeks in his hands without warning. you smile, figuring he hasn’t yet realized one of the most important parts. you shuffle your feet farther apart and then bend down slowly. eddie gasps as his eyes come in contact with your bare cunt. your thong was crotchless. “fuck, kitten, are you trying to kill me?” he asks, massaging your ass in his big palms as he thinks about leaning forward and licking your awaiting pussy. 

you giggle innocently and stand back up. “it’s so you can fuck me in it,” you say as if it were the most normal thing in the world. eddie feels as though he could ascend straight to heaven right then and there. “go sit, i’m not done,” you say, turning to face him. he looks up at you for a moment before standing. he wanted to go full dom on you so bad, but he’d never done that before. he was afraid of corrupting you, or scaring you with how rough he wanted to be. but how you were acting right now made him think maybe you wanted it.

he goes back to his seat on the couch, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling as his cock strained against his pants. you dance around the living room a bit more before making your way over to him. you rest your hands on his shoulders, rolling your own as you press your breasts closer to his face. he sucks in a breath and then you’re turning, squatting down to rub your ass along his lap. you sway with the music still before pushing yourself forward, holding his knees for support as you dipped up and down, sticking your ass out to him and shaking it once in a while. eddie kept quiet, drinking you in as he thought. he’d never seen this side of you, he didn’t even know it existed. 

when you turned back to face him you poked his shoulder, causing him to place his hands behind him so you could crawl on his lap. “babygirl, do you know how sinful you look right now? fuck, you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” he tells you, one hand grabbing your hip and stroking his thumb over the exposed skin. he tried his best to ignore the fact that your bare pussy was hovering over him, but you made that impossible when you dropped to grind on him. you tangled your hands in his hair for support as you swivel your hips and grinded against his jean covered dick. 

“do you like your birthday present so far, eds?” you ask, pulling his hair to get him to look at your eyes for a moment and not your body. 

so many things came to his mind as he hissed in slight pain from his scalp. “so far?” he questioned, digging his thumb into the soft skin of your hip. you moaned, causing eddie to rub harsh circles.

“you gotta fuck me still,” you comment, one hand traveling to his chin to turn it to the side. eddie sat up a bit, bringing his other hand to rest on the back of your head as you began pressing kisses to and nipping at his throat. 

he closes his eyes, feeling hornier than a virgin watching porn for the first time. “you did all this for me? i didn’t even know you liked this type of stuff, kitten,” he observes, massaging your scalp slightly. 

you hummed against his throat, still sucking a love bite into it. “you never asked,” you mumbled into his skin before moving to the other side to start another hickey. eddie frowns slightly at that, and pulls you away from his neck.

“well, what do you like?” he asks.

you shake your head no and run your hands up and down his chest. “i don’t know for sure yet. but it’s your birthday, and i want to do what you like. i know you hold back all the time, but i want you to let go this time. go full out, please, i want it,” you say, staring in his eyes.

eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “babygirl, my full out may be too much for you,” he says, rubbing your back.

you shrug and lean back in to suck another bruise into his neck. “we don’t know until we try,” you say as the last beats of the song fade out behind you. 

“you’re sure?” eddie asks hesitantly.

you pull back to look into his eyes, hoping it motivates him enough. “yes, master. i’m sure i want you to fuck me and be rough and not hold back. i want it so bad,” you say and eddie lets out an involuntary groan.

he purses his lips and takes another breath. “you have no idea what you’re getting into, i could hurt you,” he says.

you shrug, grabbing a piece of his hair and twirling it around your finger. “maybe i want to get hurt,” you say and eddie looks at you sternly. “what if we have a safeword? you go all out, and if it gets too much for me i’ll say it so we can stop and figure out what went wrong. that make you feel better?” you question. eddie debates in his head for a moment and then nods. 

“apple, say apple if it gets to be too much,” he confirms and you nod. 

you lean down, eddie tipping his head back as you bite into his throat. he strokes your hair as you do so, thinking of all the things he could do to you. when you pulled away he looked at you with hunger in his eyes. “do you wanna do this out here… or should we go to our room?” you asked, hoping he would chose the bedroom. 

he pushed himself off the couch, causing you to squeal and cling to him as he carried you to your room. he threw you on the bed roughly causing you to gasp in surprise. “you want no filter right? anything i want?” he asks in an almost angry sounding voice. he pulls off his leather jacket, throwing it down before going for his shirt. you nod, moving your thighs together as you feel yourself becoming wet enough for it to leak to your inner thighs. he chuckles darkly as he undoes his belt and button, shaking his head and pushing his jeans off. as usual, he didn’t have any underwear on. 

he crawls on the bed and hovers over you. “guess it’s time we go over some rules, yeah?” he asks, pushing some hair behind your ear. he watches your wide eyes look at him expectantly. “oh god, you have no idea how long i’ve been thinking these out for you,” he huffs, in awe that this was actually happening. he leaned down, finally pressing his lips to yours once more. he holds himself up on his fists as your fingers find their way to his hair.

you moan into his mouth as he slides his tongue across your bottom lip, opening your mouth. your tongues fight around each other, small moans leaving each of you. eddie finally pulls away causing you to sigh. “rule one, only refer to me as master. or daddy, if you like that,” he says, kissing your forehead. “two, don’t cum until i say so,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek. “three, do as you’re told, always,” and he’s kissing your other cheek. “four, no complaining. because master is being so nice to pleasure you,” his voice now getting lower and he also lowers himself to kiss your jaw. “five, no touching yourself unless i tell you to. that’s what i’m here for,” he kisses just above your breasts. you let out a shaky moan as his fingers begin trailing along the side of your thigh. “six, always use your words and make noise. daddy wants to hear how good he makes you feel,” his lips kissing on your stomach. “and seven, know you’ll have to accept whatever punishment i give you if you disobey,” he finishes, kissing the top of your mound that was covered by mesh. “you understand?” he asks, leveling his face with your pussy and stroking your thigh comfortingly. 

you nod, taking a deep breath. eddie raises his brows, no way you’d forgotten already. he digs his nails into your thigh, pinching it hard enough to make you yelp in pain. “y-yes, master,” you say shakily, spreading your legs for him as you realize you enjoyed the pain. 

eddie gives you an evil smirk before responding with, “there you go, kitten.” then, he’s diving down and going straight for your clit, not easing you into it at all. you gasp, head falling back as his lips wrap around your clit and suck it into his mouth. eddie had eaten you out a multitude of times, but he was always so slow and gentle. this new way had you melting though, you were going to get addicted. 

he loves how you’re reacting, basically making out with your soaked clit. “so wet for me,” he mumbles before diving back in and flicking his tongue through your folds. you hum, muscles clenching at how good he was making you feel. “you taste like heaven,” he says, pulling back to blow on your clit and watch you twitch. he chuckles, licking a strip over your clit and blowing on it again, causing you to spasm. “ironic, for such a dirty, dirty girl to taste so heavenly,” he smirks, watching you whine.

“master, please,” you huff, reaching for him.

“ah-ah, kitten, hands down. now, what are you pathetically begging for?” he asks, licking your clit quickly. 

you squirm at his short, spaced out licks as he waits for you to talk. “please don’t make me say it,” you whine, embarrassment flooding your features.

eddie hums in disapproval, pulling back slightly. “isn’t using your words a rule, babygirl?” he taunts. 

you huff, gathering your bearings before looking up to make eye contact with him. “make me cum… on your tongue, master, please,” you whine, your face heating up in embarrassment.

eddie’s eyes sparkle at you using such a vulgar phrase. “awe, babygirl wants me to eat her pussy until she cums, huh?” he teases, resituating himself.

you nod desperately, gripping the sheets in your fists. “yes, daddy, please,” you gasp as eddie latches on to your pussy once again. he scoots down, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders to get a better angle. he begins teasing your entrance with his tongue, loving the way your squirm underneath him. your hips buck towards him, a whimper leaving your lips. 

eddie gives in, beginning to fuck you with his tongue as your clit is nestled against his nose. his eyes travel up to watch you, his eyes practically forming hearts as he watches your lingerie clad breasts heave with each breath. he loves the way you taste, so sweet and musky. he’d bathe in your slick all day if he could. he let out a groan into your pussy, rutting his cock against the mattress as your moans begin increasing. he’s fucked you enough times to know when you’re about to cum. but, this time wasn’t exactly going to be the same. he removes his tongue from your hole, moving to focus completely on your clit again, knowing that’s what finishes you off. 

“i’m gonna cum, master, fuck,” you whine as he laps at the left side of your clit since it was more sensitive. eddie picks up his pace, smirk on his face due to his plans. he sucks, and your legs begin to shake. as he hears the telltale breathy moans, he pulls away, right before you fall off the edge. you let out a cry, trying to pull your legs up to get more friction but eddie holds them tightly in place. “master, no, please,” you cry, feeling your clit throb at the sudden loss of stimulation. 

eddie laughs as you squirm, holding you in a vice grip until you stop moving. “see what happens to bad girls who don’t follow rules?” eddie asks when you flop on the bed in defeat. you whimper, grasping the sheets in discomfort. “awe, pretty girl. look at you,” eddie coos, letting up on your legs. 

you look at him with a pouted lip. “m’sorry master,” you mumble and eddie grunts, his hips involuntarily rutting against the mattress again. 

“mhm, i’m sure you are,” he tutted, digging his nails into your thighs. “you learn your lesson, kitten?” he asks, snaking a hand around to stroke your clit gently. 

your mouth dropped open in a silent moan. “yes, master, mm, learned my lesson,” you mumble, hips rolling against his fingers. he removes his hand, using it to deliver a slap to your clit instead. you yelp, causing eddie to smirk.

“don’t be greedy. i’ll let you cum when i want to,” he lectures and you let out a noise of discontent. eddie smiles, ready to edge you once more. he sinks two fingers into you without warning, his cold rings a sharp contrast to your burning skin. he begins pumping them in and out of your inviting walls, watching you squirm. he watched closely as some of your arousal leaked out of you and dripped slowly down the swell of your ass and onto your shared bed. he moved up your body, kissing along as much exposed skin as he could, fingers from his other hand snapping straps and dipping under them. “you look so pretty in this. can’t believe my sweet, innocent baby got all dolled up to look like a whore for me,” he cooed mockingly causing you to whimper. “you have no idea how many times i’ve thought about doing this to you. tying you up, torturing you a little bit, seeing just how much you’ll let me do to your pretty little cunt before you start to cry,” eddie says, stroking your cheek bone as his fingers curl inside of you. 

“daddy,” you whisper desperately.

eddie hums, “yes, kitten?” you close your eyes as eddie’s fingers hit that special spot inside of you. 

eddie knows what he’s doing, and fuck is he loving it. “can i cum this time?” you ask in a shaky voice, eyes meeting his.

the smirk that covers his face is a cruel one, and it makes your body shudder with arousal. “i haven’t decided yet,” he comments casually, before leaning down to nuzzle his face his your neck. 

he starts with slow, sweet kisses to your neck that match the agonizing pace of his fingers, drawing moans from you as your high builds again. then out of nowhere, he bites down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hard. your hand flies up to the back of his head as you let out a small scream of pain and tears prickle your eyes. you hated to admit that it only made the knot in your pussy tighter. eddie ran his tongue over the bite mark, soothing it. your hand was wrapped in his hair as he kissed it better. but, he wasn’t so sweet. he moved to the other side of your neck, kissing and sucking before sinking his teeth into the middle of your shoulder. 

you let out pained gasp, fist pulling eddie’s hair until he releases his teeth. he pulls back slightly to admire the small red droplets forming in the place of his teeth. he picks up the pace of his fingers before licking the crimson blood, moaning as the metallic taste flooded his mouth. you moaned in pleasure, your walls clamping around him as your orgasm built sweetly. eddie twisted his hand so his thumb could apply pressure to your clit. “master,” you gasp as eddie continues kissing your neck, your eyes screwing shut. you clenched around him, thighs beginning to tremble. you really thought he was gonna let you cum that time, really you did.

but he pulled his mouth and fingers away from you, sitting back to watch you squirm. “no,” you cried, a couple tears falling from your eyes. eddie smiles, leaning forward slightly to watch your tear filled eyes. 

“kitten, you cried faster than i thought,” he observed, using his thumb to swipe the salty drop away. you whimpered, trying to clamp your legs together but you couldn’t. “mm, poor thing. i promise you can cum next time,” he coos, wiping stray hairs from your face. too bad you still didn’t know what he had in store for you. he gets off the bed and starts looking around on the floor.

“wh-what are you doing, master?” you ask, pushing yourself up on shaky arms. eddie hums in delight at your words and how adorable you looked as your body still trembled. 

eddie picks up his jeans, beginning to pull the belt from the loops. he gives you an evil smile. “well, i did say i was gonna tie you up, didn’t i?” he raises his brows. you gulp, looking from him to his belt as he comes to the side of the bed. “get up on your knees and give me your wrists, babygirl,” he says. you comply quickly, scrambling onto your knees, wincing as you feel the wetness from your pussy dripping out of you. “such a good girl,” he coos, stroking your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. 

he begins weaving his belt through itself before sliding it onto your wrists and pulling it tight. the leather bites into your skin as he makes sure it’s as tight as it can be. he guides you to maneuver to the headboard. you’re sat against it, looking at him with big eyes as he straddles you. “pretty girl, let me fuck that tight mouth of yours,” he says, causing you to bite your lip. he guides you to scoot down a bit, your back in a horribly uncomfortable position as he lines his cock up with you mouth. “if it gets too much, hit me in the thigh a couple times and i’ll stop, okay?” he explains with serious eyes. you nod, only for him to give you a stern look. 

“yes, master,” you say, earning a nod of approval and then the head of his cock is pushing open your lips. he slowly sinks into your warm mouth, head falling back as he does. he goes until his hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag. he pulls back a little, only to start slow thrusts into you mouth. 

he grabs your head with his hands, using the leverage to push his cock deeper into your throat. he feels your throat flutter around him and he looks down. he wants to bust at the sight of you, watering eyes and mouth full of cock. “take it, kitten,” he groans, drawing back his hips just to slam himself back into you. you whine around his cock, a tear falling from your right eye. eddie smiles at you, sinking you down slowly until your eyes widen in panic and you begin to choke. he pulls out immediately and strokes your chin. “you gotta relax, relax and just take it for me. you wanna make daddy feel good, right? that’s why you got dressed up like a whore, right? was for master to treat you like one for his birthday?” he questioned, but you could see in his eyes this was also him waiting for you to use your safeword. you took a deep breath and nodded, opening your mouth again for him. “good girl, kitten. my good little slut,” he says proudly, using his hand to guide himself into your mouth again. 

he lets you adjust once more, but then he’s fucking into your mouth as if he doesn’t care you’re a person and not just a hole. he bites so hard on his bottom lip he’s drawing blood as he watches your face. spit was beginning to dribble down your chin and tears were continuously falling from your eyes as you deepthroated him, gaging every other thrust. he pulled you roughly down on him, chasing his release. “fuck, getting so close,” he grunted, your eyes trained on the drop of blood falling from his lip. “gonna cum in your mouth, yeah kitten, be good and swallow your master’s cum,” he says between heavy breaths. you moan around him and then his hips are faltering. 

eddie’s head falls back as he cums, thick ropes shooting in your mouth and down your throat. he leaves his cock in your mouth until he comes down. “let daddy see his cum,” he says as he slides his dick from your mouth. you open your mouth, showing him how much cum sat on your tongue. he grunts dropping down to connect his mouth to yours. you both moan at the mixed tastes of cum and blood filling your mouth. the salty and metallic taste causing your brain to short circuit. you knew you were so turned on that a wet patch had formed on your duvet, and you wanted so badly to have a release. “swallow,” eddie commands once he pulls back and you do as told. eddie takes a moment to collect himself and then he’s hauling you up and flipping you over.

you let out a noise of surprise as your face comes in contact with your blankets and eddie grabs you hips. “get your ass up, babygirl, yep, on your knees, good girl,” he says, dragging out the last two words. “daddy needs a minute to just look at you like this,” he hums, grabbing your ass and massaging it harshly. you whimper, your head turned to the side. he drags his hands up your back, slipping under the lingerie and feathering his touch over the lacy material. he even moves down to your thighs that are covered in stockings and rubs them. he admires your frame, wishing he knew where the camera was so he could take a picture. next time. 

his hand travels back to your ass, rubbing it before his hand pulls away just to come striking back down. you let out a moan at the pain, eddie watching in awe as arousal drips from your heat. “you dirty slut,” he comments, spanking you again. you stick your ass out to him, wanting more contact. your hands grabbed fistfulls of the blankets under you as you tried to control yourself. eddie played with you a bit more before sinking his fingers back into your awaiting cunt. he groans at the squelching noise as you suck his fingers in you. “this time, you can cum,” he says, placing a kiss on your reddened ass cheek and beginning to pump his fingers into you. 

a loud moan leaves your lips as he uses his other hand to rub your clit. he doesn’t ease into it, just hammers into you until you’re quite literally mewling in pleasure. “master,” you whimper and his fingers curl right against the spot you needed him most. “fuck, wanna cum, getting close,” you say, rocking back onto his fingers. “cum, kitten, cum for me,” he says, curling his fingers where he knows you need as his fingers continue abusing your clit. your walls flutter around him digits and you let out a moan. you feel the tower inside of you building and you’re almost to the top. “come on, pretty, master wants to watch you cum,” he says with gritted teeth and then the tower falls.

“fuck,” you yell, burying your face in your mattress as your thighs shake, knowing they would definitely allow you to collapse if eddie wasn’t holding you up. a small gush of slick pools from your pussy, coating eddie’s hand and dripping onto the bed. eddie finger fucks you through your high, but when you start to whine from overstimualtion he doesn’t stop. “daddy, t’hurts,” you mumble into the blankets.

eddie, however, doesn’t give a fuck what you say. “what’s that rule? you can only cum when i say so? well, i’m telling you now you’re cumming again,” he says harshly, causing you to whimper. he builds you up to your next high so fast and your whole body begins to tremble. “fucking whore, already gonna cum again? well, fuck, babygirl, cum for me, daddy needs to see how good he makes you feel,” he teases, holding his fingers against that special spot and moving them side to side ever so slightly, his movements on your clit never faltering. 

you’re screaming a mantra of daddy and master and eddie hasn’t even fucked you yet. he smiles as your body tenses, that expression changing to shock when you begin squirting all over his fingers. he takes his fingers from your pussy, continuing to rub your clit as he tries to catch some of your squirt in his mouth. your whole body falls limp as more drips from your pussy, a wet spot now decorating your duvet. 

  eddie strokes your clit as you come down from your high, and when you whimper he pulls away. you lay there, ass in the air as you feel numbness spread through your body. eddie pulls you up carefully, plastering your body to his. “what a good girl,” he coos, rubbing his hand soothingly over your stomach while pressing soft kisses to your neck. you slump against his chest, eyes closed as you try to catch your breath. “you did so good, kitten. so good for daddy. did you feel that last orgasm? you squirted, mhm, master got you all worked up, you squirted and made a big mess. so proud of you, kitten, did so so good for me,” eddie mutters praise in your ear, kissing your ear lobe and throat between sentences. 

  “m-master,” you say weakly, trying to force your eyes open.

  eddie admires you, leaving one arm around your waist to hold you up and the other comes to stroke your jaw. “yes, baby?” he hums.

  you finally get your eyes open and make eye contact with eddie. you take a deep breath, clenching your fists to try and regain some lucid thoughts. “you-you didn’t f-fuck me,” you stutter. eddie’s eyes darken as he grips you tighter.

  “was gonna be nice and give you a nice break. but, now i think i’ll take you right now. that okay, kitten? gonna let your master abuse that pretty little hole of yours?” he teases darkly, his cock hardening once again.

  your lip quivers, knowing this very well could send you overboard. but, the way your pussy clenched at the thought of being fucked told you all you needed to know about your limits. “anything you want, master,” you say, looking back at him. eddie grunts, placing his lips on yours in a heated, desperate kiss. you struggle to keep up, feeling like your body was jelly. 

  eddie disconnects his lips from yours and pushes you back down. you let out a weak yelp as his hand presses your back down hard. it kind of hurt, but then your mind was being clouded with the fact that his cock was slipping into your soaked entrance. the both of you let out moans as eddie sinks into you. “babygirl, you can hear me, yes?” eddie asks as he bottoms out.

  “yes, master,” you mumble, voice half muffled by the covers.

  eddie soothingly rubs his hands up and down your back as he bites his lip. he knew once he started fucking you he wouldn’t be able to stop. “this is gonna be really rough for you, okay? once i start, i don’t think i’m gonna stop until i cum. i don’t want to push you too much, so if you don’t think you can handle it, tell me now. there are many other ways i can cum without possibly hurting you,” he warns. you think it over for a minute before making a decision.

  “fuck me,” you grumble, using the last bits of your strength to move your hips forward and then slam back onto him.

  eddie feels something snap inside of him and then he’s slamming into you as if he’s gone feral. “good girl, good fucking girl,” he growls. literally, growls. and then slaps your ass harshly making you spasm. he presses your back down with one hand, the other holding your hip so he can slam into you at a brutal pace. “dirty fucking whore, look at you. my innocent baby is just like some goddamn street whore. fuck, had you all wrong, kitten. didn’t know you’d be so dirty. mmm, fuck, should’ve roughed you up months ago,” he continues grunting as he plows into you from behind. 

  tears are freely falling from your eyes as it hurts so good. your mouth is also open, drool creating a small wet patch on the blanket. your whole body feels on fire as one by one your coherent thoughts fade away. he was fucking you stupid, and you loved every moment of it. eddie was lost in the feeling of you, mesmerized by the way your velvet walls sucked his cock back in time after time. out of all the times he’s fucked you, it’s never been this good.

  he only came back to reality when you started whimpering and your walls fluttered around him. “gonna cum again, slut? yeah, go ahead, cum for your master,” he grunts and spanks you again. you tense and then your squirting again, all over his dick as your body shakes. eddie moans at the sensation. he pulls out, picking you up and forcefully flipping you over. drool was covering your face, your eyes were slightly rolled back and tears were pouring from them as broken moans and cries left your mouth.

  eddie re-entered you, grabbing your still bound hands and putting them above your head. “keep them there,” he grumbles and you nod dumbly. eddie doesn’t correct you that time, instead focused on chasing his own high. “open that mouth,” he demands and you do lazily. he spits into your mouth, moaning as you swallow it without being asked. he could feel his release building, the feeling only heightening as he saw how fucked-out you looked. “look at me,” he moans. you use the very little strength you have to make eye contact with him.

  he grabs your legs, pushing them up to hook them over his shoulders. “gonna cum inside you, fucking slut,” he grunts, hammering into you at a whole new angle. your high builds up again, a sweet mix of pain and pleasure as a sob rocks through your body. eddie feels his high coming, keeping his eyes on you. “cum, one last time. now, kitten,” he growls darkly. his thrusts cause your whole body to tremor. your eyes roll back in your head and a screaming sob leaves your lips as the most intense orgasm rips through you.

  you squirt harder than you did the first two times, your velvet walls locking eddie inside you. he thrusts into you messily, cumming deep inside your pussy as you go limp. your head's pounding, and your whole body is flooded with an uncomfortable, fiery mix of pleasure and intense pain. you loved it, but you were barely present. eddie finally stilled, dropping your legs and nearly collapses on top of you. as he tries catching his breath, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you, keeping his cum in you, sobs rack your body. 

  eddie’s mind is so clouded with pleasure that it takes him a minute to come to. the sobs leaving your lips were nearly heart wrenching, tears covering your face as you tried to gasp for air. you were in so much pain, but you fucking loved it. eddie took a few more deep breaths, his brain clearing up.

  then his mind registered your sobbing and he was immediately pushing himself up to look at you. his heart dropped at the sight of your face, your body still jerking uncontrollably and he couldn’t tell if it was from overstimulation or your sobs. he pulled out of you and cupped your face. “oh, no. no, no, no, baby, are you okay?” he asks in panic, trying to get your eyes to focus on him. you let out a sob as your eyes meet his. “fuck, i’m so sorry, babygirl. please take a deep breath,” he says frantically.

  you lower your arms, hiccuping as you try to breathe. “o-off,” you sob, holding your hands towards his face. eddie feels guilt over take him as he quickly removes his belt from your wrists, not being able to really tell how raw they were before you were flinging your arms around him and pulling him close.

  he practically fell against you as you held onto his back like your life depended on it, crying and hiccupping into his neck. “shh, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t meant to push you so far. why didn’t you say something?” he asks, wrapping an arm under your frame as he tried to hold you to him. 

  you shake your head no, he had the wrong idea. “n-no. stop,” you cry, pulling back just enough to look at him. his eyes were prickled with tears as you put your hand to his face. “don’t be so-sorry. m’not hurt. i-i loved it,” you hiccup and eddie shakes his own head.

  “baby, you’re crying,” he says, not wanting you to lie to make him feel better.

  you stroke his cheek and take a couple deep breaths. “yeah, b-but, it was so good. never had- fuck, never had better sex. i want it to be like that all the time,” you say seriously, blurry eyes looking from one of his to the other. 

  “you promise? baby, that was really rough i should’ve known better,” eddie says, searching your face for the truth.

  “i loved it,” you confirm. eddie takes a moment before nodding and pulling you back closely to him. eddie slowly pulls away from you causing you to whimper.

  eddie gives you a soft smile, still weary, and kisses your forehead. “you wanna take a bath, or you wanna go right to bed?” he asks, stroking your hair.

  “can we take a bath together?” you asks and eddie nods. he slowly unclips your stockings from the belt and pulls them off, the panties following. he lifts your back up as little as possibly, carefully unhooking and unzipping the belt and your bra. he admires your body as he carefully peels the expensive fabric from your skin. 

  he puts all the clothes in the hamper before picking you up from the bed. “you did so good, babygirl,” he coos as he walks you to the bathroom. you hum, leaning your head into his chest. he sets you gently on the closed toilet seat and turns on the warm water. you watch carefully as he throws in bath salts and bubble bath, stuff he would never use for himself. “lavender good?” he asks softly, holding the bubble bath up to you. you nod lazily, watching him pour a generous amount in and mixing it to create bubbles. “i'm gonna go grab us some water,” he tells you as the bath continues filling.

  when he comes back with the ice water, the bath tub is full and ready. after turning off the faucet he places a cup in your hand, helping you to take a sip as you were still slightly shaky. once you’ve got some water in you, he picks you up again, carefully placing you in the big, claw-foot tub and helping you sit down. he climbs in behind you, pulling you until your back is laid against his chest. the bubbles almost consume you, stopping just below your shoulders. “this is nice,” you hum, looking up at your boyfriend.

  eddie gives you a sweet smile, leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips. his arms wrap around your middle and yours fall on top of his as you bask in the presence of each other. “y/n?” he asks quietly. you hum in response, fiddling with his fingers. “do you want to get married?” he murmurs.

  you let out a weak snort before giggling. “birthday gift that good?” you ask playfully, looking back at him. he was staring at you with a smile, admiring you but you could tell he was also serious. 

  “more than that good,” eddie says, watching you study him. “but i’m serious. i know we love each other and i really don’t ever see myself with anyone else. if it’s not you, it’s no one,” eddie explains.

  you lean back and give him a kiss. “i would love to marry you,” you say as you pull away. goofy smiles are spread across both your faces as you help scrub each other’s bodies and wash your hair.

  when the water drains and you and eddie are both drying yourself off you really think about what you just agreed to. but who else would you want to marry besides this man? eddie picks you up without warning causing you to squeal and hold onto him. “i can walk now, babe,” you laugh.

  eddie just presses a bunch of kisses to your face as you giggle. “i know, but i like it better this way,” he says before setting you on the edge of the bed. he grabs a pair of shorts for himself, slipping them on as you stretched your arms up. 

  he walked over to you with a clean pair of panties in his hand and one of his shirts on his shoulder. he crouched down, holding your underwear out for you to step into. “up,” he says, making you roll your eyes.

  “eddie, i can put on my own clothes,” you say but stand anyway.

  eddie pouts and looks up at you. “just let me take care of you,” he says as you step into them. he slides them up your legs, making sure they’re in place before putting his hands on your hips and standing. he places a soft kiss on your lips, and then he’s getting his black sabbath t-shirt ready to slip over your head. “if you wanna do something,” eddie begins with a roll of his eyes as he tugs the shirt down the rest of the way. “do you wanna grab those other sheets from the laundry room?” he asks.

  you stand on your toes to kiss his cheek to go do just that as he begins stripping the bed. you laugh, remaking the bed and your cheeks flushing at the mess you had made. once it’s ready, eddie has the lights off and is pulling you towards him as he peppers kisses all along your face. 

  “happy birthday,” you whisper, feeling tiredness begin taking over you.

  eddie pulls back, tucking some hair back and admiring you for a moment. “thank you, baby. i loved my birthday. i love you,” he says, knowing those words don’t do justice for how much he cares for you.

  “i love you, too,” you mumble before pressing yourself into his chest. your hand rests near his heart, your head on the other side, one leg thrown across his thighs as your eyes flutter shut. eddie wraps both arms around you, holding you securely to him and placing one more kiss to your head before the both of you fall into a very deep, well needed sleep.

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based on prompts from @mila-solos @kittenxo-xo @asscheek-valley

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Conditions for Business | Yandere CEO Steve Rogers x Male Reader

Pairing: (Verse) Steve Rogers x (Verse) Male Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers is one of the most prominent tech geniuses in the United States after his idea in software broke the industry. But he couldn't have done it without the encouragement of his high school best friend and secret crush- you. Unfortunately, you and Steve had a falling out, and after that, you two were out of each other's lives for good.

At least it seemed that way until Steve needs a new assistant and posts a vague job listing on LinkedIn. Steve's surprised when your application comes across his desk, but he's not going to let you get away this time. Not without any answers, anyway.

Warnings: Another Dark Series I fear. Light for now, but I will tag accordingly.

Don't be afraid to like, comment, and reblog if you like what you're reading. Y'all KNOW I eat that shit up! It also makes me feel more reassured in my writing so help a brother out!

Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters and this fic is for the enjoyment of myself and others! Don't sue me! 😃

Tagging: lemme know if you want to be added/removed for this story: @romeoandromeo , @smurfingonthem , @blurredx18 , @namjooncrabs , @glitchybrit , @awkward0ghost , @v0idl1nq, @mcahri, @hirayag, @raspberryyuuki, @aesthetic-history, @teaologyzzz, @n-e-o-w-r-i-t-e-s , @abbatoirablaze , @drainfury, @qlqstqr , @tkishcabral , @marxenash , @evilive, @baka-daa , @stevieuwu @anonymouswolf87

Author's Note: I don't know SHIT about software/tech LMAO. I didn't major in computer science and it was NOT one of my electives so if I say something that doesn't make sense, smile and scroll, y'all 😃. And sound off in the comments.

I will be posting more stuff too on both accounts so ☺️☺️☺️ stay tuned besties. Enjoy reading!

<Oh and Steve in high school/college looks like Pre-Serum Steve Rogers btw>

Read Part Two Here

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Part One: Collision Course

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There's some people out there who often lie to come off as "spicier" to their friends, as to not lose their interest. These lies can range from small white lies to far-fetched tall tales.

But there's a different group that exists out there, and their specialty is bragging about knowing someone famous, someone popular.

And they'll ham up the fact that they and the famous person attended the same school or lived in the area, just to make themselves more interesting. It comes off a bit sad, really, especially whenever everyone really knows that that person doesn't really know the celebrity and probably had only one or two conversations with them in passing.

That's why you almost never tell anybody that you know Steve Rogers, young millionaire tech mogul and bachelor, or how the two of you were good, close friends whose friendship ended on the wrong foot. Especially since the relationship ending was your fault.

"You fumbled the bag!" A friend had once laughed in your face when you had made the mistake of getting high one night and telling your past, and that experience made you clam up. Thinking back on your relationship with Steve Rogers is always a bittersweet experience that ends more on the bitter side anyway, despite it's sweet beginning.

2014, September (High School- Sophomore)

Y/N: 16 years old, Steve: 16 years old

You and Steve had met in your sophomore year of high school. It was in trigonometry class, when you were looking for someone to sit next to, and you had spotted an empty seat next to a blond teen. The teen was actually quite familiar, even if you didn't know his name, because his picture had been plastered on the school hallways due to winning awards from his participation in debate club and Model UN.

You walked over to him, and he didn't raise his head as you got near because he was completely engrossed in his journal, and when you looked closer, you see he had been sketching an image of the big tree outside the school window.

"Wow, man, that's actually pretty good," you compliment him, looking over his shoulder and the guy looks at you, startled blue eyes meeting your own.

"Hey!" He snaps, and you get where he's coming from because you just walked up on him, but you can't focus on his annoyed tone because he's kind of cute…

"My bad, man, I wasn't trying to scare you," you apologize amused, and the cutie huffs, and turns back to his drawing.

"No, but seriously, you have mad drawing skills," you insist, and the scowl on the guy's face lessens, and he looks away.

"It's just a hobby of mine," he says sheepishly and you give him a dubious look. You're not going to downplay his work, though.

"Well, you're pretty damn good at your hobby, my guy," you say and the guy gives you a small smile.

"Thanks."

"No problem," you slide into your seat, and as the classroom starts to fill up with your classmates, you turn and look at the other guy again, "what's your name by the way? I might as well know if we're going to be sitting next to each other all year." You're not smooth at all but it's not as if Steve catches on.

"Steve," he says and cranes his head towards you, "and yours?"

"Y/N." Steve smiles at you and sticks out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says and you shake his hand.

You catch him looking at you throughout the class period but you think nothing of it until at the end of class, you get up to pack your bags but Steve's stopping you.

"Wait!" Steve loudly rips a sheet of looseleaf out of his spiral notebook before handing it to you, and when you look down to see what it is, you see a sketch of yourself, captured with great detail, and whoa, you're kind of honored.

"Wow, man, you know you didn't have to do this right? I don't want you to think that I only complimented you because I wanted you to draw me or something," you prattle on awkwardly but Steve's taking it stride, laughing at you.

"It's okay, I just wanted to, you know?" Steve smiles at you, and begins to pack his own book bag.

"Okay, well then, I'll treasure it!" You announce happily, and then you carefully fold the image four times before taking out the leather wallet you've received from your grandfather and placing the sketch inside the plastic front pocket so that it could be seen.

(What your wallet looks like: )

And from then on, you two became really good friends. Steve was kind, funny, passionate about societal issues, and had a personality that attracted everybody to him. Sure, he was clowned on for being so short, but nobody truly gave him shit since he was well-liked. In class discussions, everyone always wanted to listen to what he had to say, and he always had takes that were spot on. Being around him was like being around a bright light, and you know he was going places. So you cherished your time with him, chilling and hanging out with him during lunch. You two catch on like wildfire, two young teen boys who wanted to do nothing but spend every moment of time together. (He feels like a younger brother of yours, even if he's technically older by a couple of months, because he's just such a good person, and you want to look out for him.)

Sophomore year flies by, and then junior year, and senior year arrives quickly and quietly.

2016, January

Y/N: 18 years old, Steve: 18 years old

With senior year, the time you have left with Steve is suddenly cut down sharply, since the two of you are busy with college applications (the two of you had applied to all the same universities) and preparing for finals and regent exams and all of that.

You two had always used to visit each other's houses, and this time Steve's the one coming over to yours.

"You know," Steve starts while the two of you are laying on top of your bed, after playing Mario Kart.

"Yeah?" You pick up your head and look at Steve, who has a pillow tucked under his head, and he's looking away.

"I've had this idea… for some software," Steve continues hesitantly, almost shy, which is very unlike him.

"Oh? What software?" You ask, intrigued and Steve shakes his head.

"No, forget it, it's stupid-" He says, and he can't just get you all interested and then withhold this information from you!

"Oh c'mon, man! If your idea sounds stupid, then I'll tell you it sounds dumb as hell, Steve, you know me," you tell him, and Steve laughs, which is exactly you were hoping he would do. You're not used to him being so tense around you.

"Yeah," Steve sends a small smile at you before he looks up at your wall with a sigh, "I know you."

"Alright then, cough it up! Let's hear it Einstein, your million dollar claim to fame!" You tell him enthusiastically and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Well, I've been thinking about AI-" Steve starts, and you gasp.

"Oh my God, did you see those creepy ass Tom Cruise deepfake videos online? That shit give me the chills, yo. It's getting harder to tell what's real and what's fake," you blurt because you can't help yourself.

"I know! That's what I've been thinking about lately!" Steve excitedly responds, "There should be some sort of software that can scan and see if someone online is actually real." Wow.

"So like instead of weeding out bots, it'll weed out AI accounts online?" You ask, and Steve snaps his fingers.

"Exactly! It might not be very useful now, but I have a feeling it'll be handy later…" Steve trails off, and he's probably waiting for your input on his idea.

"Steve, that's a great idea! And if you don't make the app for that, someone else will, Steve!" You rolled over to look at Steve again and although your faces are super close this time, you don't look away, because you want him to see you're being completely genuine.

"Your idea really is unique, you have to start working on it instantly!" You urge, and Steve looks at you, clearly taken aback.

"Really? You mean that?" Steve asks softly, eyes searching yours and you nod.

"Of course I mean it, man!" You assure him, "And you better remember me when you become a millionaire!" You joke and Steve grins at you, a small little thing, and you're reminded of how endearing he is.

"Thanks, Y/N, you always support me when I need you most," he says and you watch his eyes flicker down to your mouth.

"Of course, Steve, you're my homeboy, you know that, right?" you say, eyes on his mouth, pink and inviting you don't know but the energy between the two of you charged and this isn't one of those little jokes. You feel the urge to get closer to him.

"Yeah," Steve says shakily, and swallows hard, his Adam apple and you're leaning in when-

"Y/N! Stevie! Come get y'all food!" Your Ma announces downstairs, and you're bouncing away from Steve a six feet in panic, feeling as if you've just snapped out of a trance.

You were just about to kiss Steve, your best friend! Where the fuck did that come from? Thank God you didn't, or you would've made shit weird.

"C'mon, let's go eat!" You tell Steve, clambering off your bed, and then you're shooting him a smirk, "Race you there!"

And then your bounding out of your room, socks sliding against the wooden floor and Steve's crying out behind you, "Hey, that's not fair! You got a head start!"

"Sounds like a slowpoke!" You tease, and Steve's right on your heels, and for an asthmatic, Steve's pretty damn fast and the two of you race downstairs, pushing and shoving at each other, trying to reach first.

"I know you two know better than to be running down those damn stairs!" Your Ma calls out, and you and Steve look at each other and burst into laughter.

"Sorry, ma'am!" Steve, always the picture poster boy of manners, apologizes, and your mother gives him a look before shaking her head, but you know her face well enough to know that she's hiding a smile.

The incident is long forgotten from your mind until a few days later, you find yourself studying Steve more, his face, his eyes, and more importantly his lips, and you don't know why.

Steve seems just so damn cute to you, lately, and you don't know why.

You resolve to try and take your time and figure out whatever it is that you're feeling before you speak up and ruin things.

What you don't know is that you're not the only one feeling this way, and that every time you're not looking, Steve's been stealing glances at you.

2016, April

Y/N: Still 18 years old, Steve: 18 years old

Months after the incident of the almost kiss, the two of you open your acceptance letters at the same time, and as Steve's face brightens in happiness, yours drops with disappointment.

"I got in!" Steve announces excitedly and you muster up a smile, "I'm so happy to hear that, Steve," but your heart's not in it, and Steve must be able to tell because his eyes are snapping up to yours.

"Y/N? You didn't get in?" Steve's asking quietly and you're shaking your head.

"Nah, man," you say softly, "but it's okay."

Steve looks at you without saying anything and then he's tearing up his acceptance letter.

"Steve!" You yell in shock.

"Fuck Cooper Union, their tech program was always overrated anyways," Steve swears vindictively and it makes you smile in how earnest he's being.

"C'mere, Steve," you tell him, and Steve cautiously eyes but steps forward and you're hugging him tightly.

"Y/N?!" Steve gasps, squirming around in your grasp, but you hold onto him. (It's honestly quite easy, as much as Steve is a spitfire, he is still small).

"I appreciate the gesture, Steve, but Cooper Union's your dream," you mutter in his ear, and Steve shakes his head.

"If they're not smart enough to realize what a great applicant they're missing out on by rejecting you, I don't want to go," Steve mumbles into your chest, and you smile down sadly at him.

"No, Steve," you rebuke, and Steve looks up at you, a stubborn scowl on his face.

"We don't need Cooper Union, Y/N. There's always Princeton University," Steve cheerfully adds and you raise your eyebrows at him because he's acting as if Princeton isn't even harder to get into.

"Steve, I would never forgive you if you reject Cooper Union," you tell him slowly, and Steve glares up at you.

"I'm not going," he tells you firmly,and you shake your head at him.

"Yes, you are," you insist gently, and you watch as Steve's big blue eyes well with tears and you have to look away to fight the urge to tear up, too.

"But we won't be together then," Steve says, and you nod.

"I know, but all we have to do is make sure we keep in touch. It's not going to be forever, Steve," you reassure him, and Steve's pulling out of the hug and wiping at his eyes.

"I guess you're right, Y/N," he sniffs, and you snort.

"I'm always right," you say, but you make no attempt to hide how trembly your voice is.

"You better come visit me, Y/N," Steve threatens tearily, "or else I'll come down here and throttle you myself," and you nod.

"Of course I'll visit you, man!"

"And you'll text me every night?"

"Maybe every other night?" You tease but Steve's having none of it.

"Y/N…" Steve glares at you.

"Okay, every night! I was just playing with you, damn!" You give in pathetically quick but you can't help it when you've been catching feelings for the guy.

"That's what I thought," Steve nods, craning his head up at you, and then that's that.

You and Steve go your separate ways, making sure to stay in contact with each other, and this lasts well up until the two of you hit your junior years in college.

2019, October

Y/N: 21 years old, Steve: 21 years old

Steve's regular roommate, Phil, moves out and into his own apartment and that's when James Buchanan Barnes, otherwise known as Bucky, walks into Steve's life and ruins your dynamic with him.

All of a sudden all Steve ever wants to talk about is Bucky "this," and Bucky "that"! It's infuriating.

Sure, you have absolutely no problem with Steve making new friends when he goes to Cooper Union, as a matter of fact, you expect it because it's Steve; he's a people magnet.

You never expected to be completely replaced, though. When you want to go on video call with him, Steve can't because "he's already agreed to do something with Bucky". When you want to catch up, Steve is suddenly interrupted by Bucky and he promises that "he'll get back to you later" and then he never does.

Soon, it starts to feel as if you don't matter as much to Steve as much anymore, and it hurts because Steve was your guy and you never thought that another guy would come in between the two of you.

So you try to lie to yourself and say that you're overreacting, that simple jealousy is clouding your judgement.

It takes one visit to Steve's dorm to set you straight, and it takes place during the week of Halloween.

The entire time you despondently watch as Steve makes moon-eyes at Bucky, who is incredibly short with you and you can't tell if it's because he doesn't like you or if it's because he's a little bitch (you suspect the latter, of course).

You and Bucky don't fuck with each other at all, and the entire time Steve is busy trying to play peacemaker and chastises you when Bucky's the one being a dick.

Steve keeps insisting that Bucky "is a nice guy once you get to know him," but that doesn't change the fact that he's giving Bucky, someone he's known for six months, the benefit of the doubt over you, his close friend of five years.

Your last straw is when in the middle of casual conversation, Steve tells you that he's been sharing his private drawings and his comics collections, the one thing he said he wouldn't ever share with someone else, with Bucky, and that's when reality hits you. You're not as special to Steve as Bucky is, and it feels like you've been super punched in the gut.

Well, that isn't actually the last straw because you take a while to process stuff so the implication of Steve showing Bucky his sketchbook had been lost on you until later.

Your actual last straw is what happens on Thursday night.

Steve has told you he was going to take you to a party, off campus but relatively nearby and you don't mind it at all.

Except he abandons you.

One second, you're drinking a concoction that tastes like lighter fuel and Steve's telling you 'he'll be right back!' and then twenty minutes later, your phone buzzes with a text from Steve apologizing and saying that he had to leave because Bucky got sick.

So you were stranded, at someone's house with no idea of how to get back to Steve's dorm, which is off-campus, and he's not picking up his phone. You had no cash, no card on hand so Uber wasn't even an option and taxis were sparse in the area.

You do what you have to. You chat up every guy within your vicinity at the party, asking them "Do you have a car?" and practically begging them to drop you off at Cooper Union's dorm away from campus, and luckily for you, a nice guy does just that, and you thank him, grateful that he wasn't a serial killer in disguise.

When you get back, you're furious.

"Steve!" You yell, pounding on the door, and Steve opens the door with a relieved look.

"Y/N! I was just coming back to get you-" you shove past him, and start packing up all your stuff. Your visit to him is over.

"Y/N? What are you doing?" Steve asks and you take a deep breath, teeth grinding against each other.

"Leaving!" You spit, and Steve steps in front of you.

"I know you're mad, but I really was going to come get you," he reasons, as if that makes the shit he pulled better.

"That's nice!" You smile at him, showing all of your teeth and Steve sighs.

"I'm sorry, but Bucky needed me," he says and it's like a flip switches in you.

"I bet he did! And in your rush to help him, you forgot all about me! Why couldn't you take me with you and Bucky again?" You ask, because he never explained that.

Steve's face turns red and he looks ashamed for a second.

"The Uber I had set only had space for two people," he meekly explains and you can't believe it.

"And you couldn't wait for another one?!" You yell and Steve looks to the direction of his room and shushes you.

"Not too loud! Bucky's trying to sleep," he hisses and you look at him, wide eyed because wow, he really is being an asshole.

"You think I give a fuck about Bucky trying to sleep right now, Steve?!" You raise your voice, and Steve shakes his head and weakly jokes with a small smile, "I guess not." You glare at him.

"You think this is funny or something?" You ask, and you walk out with your stuff to the door.

"No, but I do think you're overreacting a bit. Bucky was sick, Y/N, I had to take him home," he reasons and you're about to snarl something at him when you think of the way he said home, and then you remember all of the stuff he's said about Bucky, the way he's been acting with him and then the wind just goes out of your sails.

There's no way Steve is going to understand what he did when he's so blinded by his love for the guy that he would act in a shitty manner towards his own best friend.

"You're right, Steve. I'm overreacting, and I do apologize for that," you tell Steve sincerely, and you make a show of putting your bags back on the floor.

"Oh, good," Steve sighs in relief, eyes closing as he goes to rub at his temples.

"I really didn't want to argue with you, and tonight's already been stressful for me-" Steve rambles and you hold a hand up.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain to me," you say softly, and then you walk to the couch you've been sleeping on since the start of your visit.

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Steve asks gently, and you send him a small smile.

"I'm sure. Why don't you go to bed? I know you said you had a stressful night, Steve," you offer and Steve nods and smiles at you.

"I think I'll do that. Sorry again," he says and you say nothing as he slips back into his room.

You can't wait to return to your own campus because you hate feeling like the third wheel with your own best friend. At least, your ex best friend, because now you have to put distance between the two of you.

So you leave exactly 30 minutes after Steve has gone into his room and head right to the nearest Amtrak station, heading back to your own college campus over 100 miles away.

Soon, Steve's texts to you go unanswered by you, and his calls ignored for a week, until one day he texts you a message that makes your heart pang, and you can't bring yourself to ignore him. You pick your phone up and respond via text, because you're too much of a coward to call him and hear his voice. You can't ghost him though. He's too nice and deserves some sort of closure from his ex-bff.

Probably won't even be torn up about you since he's so far up Bucky's ass, anyway.

You don't want to be around to watch Steve fall in love with another guy.

Your phone lights up with texts from Steve...

Steve: Hey is everything good??? U left earlier than we agreed…

Steve: Look I'm sorry bro, I know I might've catered a bit more to Bucky while you were over…

Steve: Y/N?

Steve: Maybe you're busy, I'll hit you up another time then

Steve: ok it's been a week, why aren't you responding?

Steve: Look I said I'm sorry! I don't know what else you want from me.

Steve wants to FaceTime you. Accept? The screen says. You swipe right.

Declined.

Steve: Y/N

Steve: Y/N!!!! PICK UP ALREADY OR I'LL BLOCK YOU FR THIS TIME!

No.

Steve: What's going on, man? Why won't you respond to any of my messages? Am I suddenly not good enough to be your friend or something? Talk to me. I'm concerned about you.

Y/N: My bad, Steve. It's just that I've been doing some thinking lately…

Steve: You're being really weird. You've never pulled a stunt like that on me before…

Your phone buzzes and you see that Steve's trying to FaceTime you and you rub a hand over your face, stressed and you decline.

Steve: Why won't you accept my call?

Y/N: I just don't think I can say this to your face.

Steve: ???

Steve: Say what?

You take a deep breath. This is it, the moment you were dreading.

Y/N: I'm sorry, man. I never meant to hurt you. But I think you and I are two very different people right now, with two different paths…

Steve: Are you high, Y/N? What the fuck are you talking about?

Y/N: I don't think we should hang anymore, Steve. You're a cool guy, but we're different now.

Steve had certainly changed.

Steve: Is this some sort of joke, Y/N?

Steve: What? Why?

You can't just tell him that you were sick of hearing about Bucky and Steve, or how you don't want to stick around to see Bucky fit into the slot of Steve's life that you had once occupied. So you tell him some utterly unbelievable bullshit, out of self-preservation.

Y/N: It's natural to part ways with people, Steve. I hope you pursue your software program, it's a game-changer.

Steve is typing…

Steve is typing…

Steve: Fuck you. I never want to see you again.

Y/N: That's fair.

-Error- Message Not Sent.

Free Msg: Receiver STEVE unable to receive message - Message Blocking is active.

You deserved to be blocked.

Not even ten minutes later, your phone is buzzing with a message from an unknown number, probably Bucky, since you never saved him into your phone.

Unknown: You're a fucking asshole, you know that, Y/N?

Unknown: Steve's crying and he won't tell me why. I know it's because of you, dipshit.

You close your eyes as shame and guilt hit you full force. Fuck.

Y/N: It's for the best.

Unknown: What the fuck does that mean?

Y/N is typing…

Unknown: Save it. If you ever show your face around here, I'll fuck you up so bad that you'll shit blood for days. Stay the fuck away from Steve.

Y/N: I will. Take care of him.

Unknown: What? You don't get to say that like you care about him you mf.

Y/N: I do. Tell him I'm sorry.

Unknown is typing…

You block him, and that's the end of that. Five years of friendship flushed down the toilet.

Jesus.

You're going to get absolutely fucked up tonight and drown all your sorrows.

In a drunken rage, you go and dig for your wallet, snatching the sketch Steve made of you years ago, and you're going to rip it up, but something stops you and instead you silently place it back in your wallet and rub at your eyes.

"Ain't no use crying," you sigh and decide to go back to bed.

2020, May (Senior Year- College)

You're graduating, and your family and friends are cheering you on, but you can't help but feel a distinct gap in the cherished moment. And you know why, too. There's somebody missing.

Although his mother had been sweet enough to comment a "Congratulations," on your graduation picture on Facebook, it's not enough to quiet the ache in your chest that started acting up the moment you went out on that stage to get your diploma, looked out at that sea of smiling faces, heard the chorus of voices screaming your name, but couldn't see the one face you wanted to see, hear the one voice you wanted to hear: Steve's.

Steve's not there and it's all of your fault.

It did take a few months for you to be completely honest with yourself and admit that you had missed Steve, and even more months before you could admit to yourself that you were wrong for handling that situation so immaturely when a conversation would've probably resolved the issue.

So of course you had tried to reach out to Steve, apologize and explain, tell him you were being a dumb asshole, but you can't.

You're still blocked on everything. So you tried reaching out to Bucky, and the fucker's got you blocked on everything, too.

It was very clear that Steve very much wanted you to stay out of his life, so you gave him exactly that.

And now you're here, surrounded by all of your loved ones, thoughts consumed by Steve when you should be focusing on them.

"My baby's a college graduate!" Your Ma squeals, and your attention is brought back to the present, and you're smiling and posing for the photos she's taking.

You can think of Steve later.

2022, March

You're surprised when three years later after you ended your friendship, you're watching the news and none other than Steven Grant Rogers, is plastered over the news as a tech genius.

And not only that, but there's new pictures of him and FUCK, puberty hit Steve like a truck! Not that it mattered because you liked him even when he was five foot four, but growing an extra ten inches? Those biceps that told of the ability to probably bench press you? Whew…

You're genuinely happy to see that he did go forward with his software idea, and that he has a new, thriving business, but you're still forced to switch off the television. Why?

They've just shown footage of Steve with none other than Bucky latched onto his arm, laughing on the red carpet, and you can't help the bitter jealous feeling that still bubbles up, even after all of these years, because it seems that Bucky did keep true to his word of taking care of Steve.

And besides, now Steve feels miles away out of your reach, there's no hope of reconnecting when he's all the way up there, the epitome of success, and you're all the way down here, living off of two part time jobs and ramen noodles. And a bed couch that leaves your neck stiff every night.

So be it, that's just how life is…

Hope Steve's happy with his boyfriend.

Meanwhile

"Steve, Steve! Look this way!" A pap screams and Steve obliges, ignoring the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up.

"Are you okay, Stevie?" Bucky discreetly whispers in Steve's ear, a smile plastered on for the cameras flashing.

"Not here," Steve hisses, shifting to give the reporters a new angle to capture while Bucky clenches his jaw but continues to pose.

The two of them are attending an auction for charity despite Steve already donating a 100k to the foundation, but his PR agent insisted he attend, "to show that Cap Inc cares about the future generations."

Fuck the future generations, Steve has a conference call at 3am with Beijing tomorrow. He doesn't want to show up to this event when his check already cleared.

"And some of these photographers carry hidden mics," Steve hisses under his breath, "and I don't want to be someone's exposé."

"Alright," Bucky offers Steve a tight-lipped smile, and they continue to pose for the cameras, before one of the event coordinators are motioning for them to finally move on.

Bucky's arm tightens around Steve's waist before he's whisking him down the red carpet and away from the prying eyes of the public, entering the large hall, where it was much quieter, save for the quiet chatter of the city's elites conversing.

"So," Bucky hands over a champagne flute to Steve, which he gratefully accepts, "what was that just now? On the red carpet, you looked… I don't know," Bucky trails off, trying to call to mind a word to describe the emotion on Steve's face he saw earlier.

"I don't know why but I was just thinking about Y/N again, you know?" Steve discloses, taking a casual sip of his champagne, and Bucky huffs and rolls his eyes.

"That asshole? I thought you were over him," Bucky grumbles and Steve sighs into his glass.

"I know, it's just, I can't help but wonder why he threw away our friendship, threw away me," Steve says, and then he's throwing back the rest of the champagne down his throat, reaching for another glass but his efforts are thwarted.

"Okay, that's enough of that," Bucky's putting down his own glass and pushing the plate of champagne flutes further away from Steve.

"Hey! I was going to grab another one of those," Steve protests, and Bucky shakes his head.

"No, you're not, I can already see that you're going to settle into a mood," Bucky gives Steve a scrutinizing look and Steve sighs.

"I'm not, it's just Y/N would've loved to be at an event like this," Steve laments and Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose, urging the oncoming headache to go away.

"Well," Bucky takes a deep breath in and sighs it out, "Y/N's not here because years ago, he decided to be a dickhead and abandon his very good friend who later became a millionaire! His loss!" Bucky announces and Steve can't help but smile at him. Trust Bucky to talk some sense into him, but Steve just can't let it go.

"Yeah, I still wonder why he did that," Steve reveals, absentmindedly grabbing a shrimp puff pastry off an appetizer dish and popping it into his mouth, "wow, these are good."

"Dickheads don't need reasons to be dickheads," Bucky bites out and then grabs his own puff pastry, "The mushroom's better, you gotta try it."

"Well, pass me one, then," Steve reaches his hand out and Bucky diligently drops a pastry into it, "And Y/N's not a complete dickhead, you know. He told you to take care of me, didn't he? That has to count for something, right?" Steve chews on the mushroom pastry and yeah, turns out Bucky was right, the mushroom is better.

"He did care and something happened and he had to push me away," Steve explains and Bucky rubs his temples.

"I know you're still not thinking about this after three years, Steve," Bucky reprimands gently, but he's giving Steve a pitiful look, and Steve can't stand it. He snatches another glass off the tray Bucky's pushed away and downs it before Bucky can do anything.

"Lay off, will ya? I'm feeling nostalgic tonight," Steve grouches.

"No, you're probably feeling tipsy," Bucky corrects, and takes the empty wine flute out of Steve's hand.

"I'm not, but I do wish I was," Bucky watches Steve eye the remaining wine glasses, and places his arm on the table in front of them, blocking Steve from getting another.

"Well, you're not getting drunk here, think of the publicity," Bucky hisses, and his tone is serious so Steve doesn't reach for another glass.

"There's literally other CEOs snorting lines in the bathroom right now," Steve points out with a chuckle, but Bucky doesn't laugh with him.

"That's them and you're you, America's golden boy," Bucky straightens Steve's tie, "and America loves a clean millionaire okay?" Bucky pats Steve, and he sighs.

"Okay."

"Now let's go network, and see if we can add to our investor portfolio! Keep your eyes on the prize, buddy!"

"Which is charity, of course," Steve clarifies and Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, that too," he jokes, and Steve shakes his head and laughs.

"You're too much to handle, Buck."

Bucky leers over at Steve, "That's what Sam said, if you catch my drift," wiggling his eyebrows and Steve can't stand him!

"Please, spare me the details of your sex with life with my other best friend," Steve forces out as Bucky cackles, and you're no longer on his mind. Bucky's right, Steve shouldn't think about you anymore. It's time to move on.

2022, April

Tonight, your friend Monica is dragging you out for drinks so you can meet this nice girl she's been dating named Wanda, who she really likes but wants to see if you "have any bad feelings about her," because you've always been good at deciphering people's true natures.

You don't really mind, because you had recently lost your job as a tech analyst due to a business "cutting their losses" despite having quite the profitable year, so you could use the distraction. Besides, you miss hanging out with Monica, and you can use the cheering up so you had agreed. Wanda had sounded wonderful, and what would be the harm in meeting her?

At least that's what you thought until Steve is brought up in conversation.

You're pouring some Ciroc: Mango into your glass when Monica, obviously tipsy, suddenly announces to her date Wanda, "Did you know that Y/N knows THEE Steve Rogers?"

Not this again, you think to yourself and you discreetly roll your eyes as you take a sip from your glass. You've told her not to disclose this before, but you can't blame her if it's the alcohol talking. At least you know it's time to cut her off, though.

"Really? CEO of Cap Incorporated Steve Rogers?!" Wanda turns her head to you in interest, and you have to stifle a sigh.

"Yes, and I used to know him," you clarify, and Wanda raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, did something go down between the two of you or?" Wanda trails off and you shake your head, taking a small sip from your glass.

"No, we went to the same high school, but ended up going to different colleges," you indulge her curiosity and Monica side-eyes you because she knows there's more to that but you're not telling Wanda all your business when you barely know her.

"How was he in high school? Like, was he a nice guy or was he like an asshole?" Wanda asks, and then leans in closer to whisper, "Don't worry, I'm not from the press or anything, you can tell me."

"Well," you sigh, and for a second you allow yourself to reminisce, "Steve has always been like an objectively good guy. Kind, respectful, and actually gives a fuck about social issues," you reveal with a little smile, stirring your drink with your straw. Wanda looks at you while you talk and then sends a look at Monica, who discreetly nods, although you miss this exchange.

"Well, that's nice," Wanda announces, probably sensing that that's all you're going to say and smoothly changes the topic, and turns back to Monica, "now tell me more about your investigations."

"Sure!" Monica answers with a smile, reaching to take another sip from her glass, but you're snatching it away from her.

"Hey!" Monica opens her mouth and-

"That's my cue! Monica, you know all of your investigations are covered in red tape! I think it's time to call it a night," you announce and then you're side-eyeing Wanda, because she had said earlier she wasn't press, but she's awfully nosy.

You make a mental note to tell Monica to keep an eye on this one, because there's something off about Wanda, as nice as she is. Out of the corner of your eye, Wanda frowns at you but doesn't say anything.

"Really? But we just got here," Monica huffs, crossing her arms, and you shake your head. Not her pulling out bratty behavior right now…

"You see? This is what you're going to have to deal with," you quip at Wanda, who laughs into her drink.

"I think I can handle that," she smiles at Monica, and you can see the heart-eyes she's making and her smile gets even softer, and now that you're getting a good look at her, maybe Wanda isn't as sober you think she is either.

"Girl, we've been here for three hours and drinking for half as long, Monica!" You admonish Monica gently and she rolls her eyes.

"So? We're having fun, aren't we, Wanda?" She turns puppy-dog eyes at Wanda, who looks at her, transfixed.

"Yeah, we're having fun," Wanda agrees, looking into Monica's eyes and it's like she's hypnotized.

"Oh my God," you moan, "I am not trying to stay here all night!" Monica laughs and you look at her questioningly.

"Well, it's not like you have to get up early for a job tomorrow, boo!" You look at Monica shocked, not offended, because she's your girl, but sheesh!

"Damn sis, you ain't gotta do me like that!" You laugh, and Monica laughs too, but she looks a little embarrassed now.

"SORRY, that is definitely the alcohol talking, maybe you're right; it's time to call it a night!" Monica announces sheepishly, and you nod.

"See! I knew you'd see the light eventually," you get up to settle your end of the tab, and all of you are heading outside, exiting the fancy restaurant bar.

"Hey Wanda, can I stay over at yours tonight?" Monica's asking, but there's a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Oh!" Wanda looks startled, and there's a hint of pink creeping on her cheeks, but it could just be the alcohol, but the flustered look is cute on her, and you can't help but snort.

"Don't worry, I mean only to sleep, no funny business!" Monica clarifies and Wanda gets even pinker.

"I didn't expect anything else!" Wanda blurts out and Monica hums and smirks at her.

"Sure you didn't," Monica leans forward and presses her lips to Wanda in a kiss, and oh my God, you did not pay to see this happy couple BS when you're still single!

"Alright then, goodnight! Make sure you girlies have the Uber sorted out!" You declare behind them, making Monica and Wanda separate.

"Bye, Y/N! Text me when you get home!" Monica hugs you and kisses you on your cheeks and you do the same for her.

"I will!"

"It was lovely meeting you, Y/N!" Wanda calls out, and you wave at her, because you two aren't at the hugging stage yet.

"And you too, Wanda!" And with that, you head towards home, foregoing an Uber because you didn't really have Uber money after going out for drinks, and you didn't live too far away. Besides, the cool air would help you sober up, and the city really is beautiful at night.

You finally arrive at your apartment building, taking the elevator because fuck the stairs, smiling to yourself, reminiscing about the night's events right up until you remember Monica bringing up Steve, making the smile drop right off your face.

You open the door to your apartment and on wobbly feet pull off your loafers, because the restaurant Monica had wanted to try had a dress code where men weren't allowed to wear sneakers.

"She better love me after tonight," you mutter to your aching feet, before you're slipping out of your outfit and sitting on the couch. You can take a shower later, you just need a chair with actual back support first.

"Well, it's not like you have to get up early for a job tomorrow, boo!" Resounds in your head and you groan because Monica's right.

You're kind of tired of being unemployed, especially when you have student debt to pay off and a bachelor's in software engineering as well as an associate's in office management to show for it. Jobs should want you!

So, as tired as you are, you pull out your laptop and go to LinkedIn, scrolling through open jobs and positions, making sure to pay no mind to any unpaid internships.

Sure, an unpaid internship will still boost up your resume as career experience, but you need moolah right now. And besides, a lot of companies love to overwork interns with the promise of being brought onto the team at the end, typically leading for interns to become really competitive and even catty with each other just for some trust fund kid to slide in and grab the spot anyway.

Yeah, you aren't going for those at all. Doing an unpaid internship is a mistake you've made once, and you're not going to repeat it.

There were honestly very few vacancies for IT-related jobs in your area, which sucks, so you broaden your search to include office management jobs, aka your safety net.

Sure you weren't the biggest fan of working in some stuffy old office, but if it got the rent paid, you don't have many complaints. Besides, maybe you could work your way up depending on whether or not the company you joined had an IT department. You have seen places whose idea of an IT department mainly consisted of tech support being run by two people helping employees remember their user logins.

And that's when one LinkedIn posting caught your eye. It's for Cap. Incorporated, which coincidentally is Steve's company.

The listing reads:

*URGENTLY HIRING* CONFIDENTIAL TECHNICAL SECRETARY TO SENIOR MEMBER OF STAFF

Full Time

Applicant will report to the Senior Member (TBD) the Confidential Assistant performs challenging secretarial and clerical duties for the Senior Member as well as provide technical support for the Senior Member

Applicant will serve as the primary point of contact for internal and external constituencies on all matters pertaining to the Office of the Senior Member and its related programs and services

Applicant will also execute other unenumerated tasks as required.

This position entails a high degree of responsibility and use of discretion and independent judgement, while ensuring confidentiality in all work operations. Failing to meet this is punishable by 5 or more years in prison.

This position requires a flexible schedule including evening and weekend hours.

Qualifications:

Must be familiar with MS Office, G Suite (formerly known as Google Apps for Work), and Adobe Software

Must be advanced in or specialize in coding

Must have a bachelor degree in computer science or software engineering to apply*

Must have formal qualifications in office administration, secretarial work, or related training*

Must have at least three verifiable references*

Must have great communication skills

One year of experience in similar role preferred

Suggested but not required- fluency in Mandarin, Korean, and Hindu.

Salary: TBD by hiring board, negotiable

Employee Terms: 12 Months, Full Benefits, 1.0 FTE (negotiable), 12 sick days, 2 week vacation

"I can't believe this," you murmur aloud, amazed because it's almost as if this position has been curated just for you. Not only does it check all of the requirements for you, you meet all of it's requirements! And a negotiable salary? You'd be concerned if not for the fact that the position called for being an assistant to a senior member, or high ranking employee, which means the money is good! Especially, if there's a clause on confidentiality.

You quickly start to apply and you're about to submit when a little voice in your head asks: what do you do if this job means you have to see Steve, or work with him in any capacity? And you quickly dismiss it because you didn't want to jinx yourself like that. You're just applying to be someone's assistant, and just because it's at Steve's company doesn't mean you'll actually run into Steve there! Employees go years without seeing it interacting with their company CEOs, so why should this be any different?

"I'm so fucking paranoid," you chuckle, and you go ahead and submit your application. It's not like you'll hear a callback. There must be hundreds, no, thousands of applicants vying for this job who's better qualified than you.

"Yeah," you close your laptop, "let's not get ahead of ourselves." You head off to bed, forgetting all about it.

The Next Day

Steve has been having a bad morning. They messed up his order at Joe's Coffee, he was caught in traffic and was late to two scheduled meetings, his keycard refused to work and then when be got up to his office, his assistant was nervous.

"What?" He snaps at her, "There's obviously something you want to say,"

"I'm handing in my two weeks notice." She says shakily and Steve almost throws his coffee at the wall.

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, making sure that his facial features are calm and don't relay the torrent of emotions going on underneath.

"Okay," Steve opens his eyes and moderates his tone, "may I ask why you are resigning from your position?"

"Well…" Ms. Nguyen starts, eyeing him worriedly as she wrings her hands, fiddling around nervously and Steve just can't do it.

"I don't have the energy for this," he growls and walks past her to his office, set his coffee down, and sit in his chair.

"That's the problem, Mr. Rogers!" Ms. Nguyen calls out after him, finding her voice, "You never have the energy of patience for me, or rather any of your employees. It's always 'i want this done' without any thought or regard of our well-being. We're human, not machines.

"That's exactly what a high demand job entails, Ms. Nguyen," Steve deadpans, taking a sip from his shitty coffee.

"Well I want no part of it any longer. I don't sleep well, I don't eat well, and I feel utterly consumed," Ms. Nguyen rants, and maybe Steve should have used a lighter tone. Steve gives her a tight smile.

"I'm sorry to hear that and respect your choice. I will happily be one of your references. But what about our discussions with Japan? Aren't you overseeing the Shinigami account?" Ms. Nguyen sighs.

"That will be handled in two weeks time. And I've appointed Becca to handle the interviewing process for your new-"

"No I don't think so," Steve interrupts. He's always believed in getting to personally know those working with him.

"Sir, I don't think you understand, you have over ten thousand applicants-" Ms. Nguyen tries to reason but Steve's mind is made up.

"Well, narrow down that list to fifty by Thursday by whichever means necessary- I don't care if you put all of their names into a randomizer, and have their applications on my desk. I'll see to the interviewing process myself." Ms. Nguyen's lips purse and a deep frown wrinkles her forehead.

Huh. Maybe she had a point about the job ageing her- those wrinkles weren't there before.

"I-"

"Do you think you can get it done by Thursday or not?" Steve presses, opening his planner, and paying attention to things he has to do today.

"I can get it done by today, sir," Ms. Nguyen spits out, and Steve can hear the barely restrained anger in her voice and sighs to himself. He doesn't mean to be an asshole, he just wants someone capable and sometimes being nice doesn't get you results, unfortunately.

"Good," Steve

"If that's all?"

"You're dismissed, you can go back to your station now," Steve waves his hand.

A stack of 50 applications is on his desk by that afternoon. Steve will certainly miss Ms. Nguyen's efficiency.

Curiosity piqued, Steve thumbs through the applications with the intentions to see if any catch his eye for any particular reason.

And there are some, with incredibly impressive resumés attached that Steve can't help but read through, making sure to keep those candidates in mind when he's almost near the bottom of the stack when a familiar name pops up. A name that makes Steve drop the stack back into his desk.

Y/N, first and last.

Could it be?

There's no guarantee that it's you, Steve tries to reason, people share names all of the time, even those with rarer names!

Steve eagerly checks the address listed on the resumé and breathes a sigh of relief. It's obviously not you, the last time Steve spoke to you, you were living in a completely different section of the city.

But what if he moved? A traitorous voice in his head asks and Steve shakes his head and dismisses the thought.

You wouldn't try to work under Steve after kicking him out of your life suddenly, right?

Right?

There's only one way to know.

Steve checks the phone number listed on the application and closes his eyes in defeat. It's yours, the same number you used to drop a bombshell on him years ago.

After confirming you're one of the applicants, Steve is bombarded with a lot of different emotions at the same time.

He's still angry at you, but there's also a part of him that wants to see you and how you've been, a part of him that's always wanted closure and ask why you really left him in the dust all those years ago. He's conflicted as to whether or not he should throw away your application in the trash and finally close that chapter of his life with you, for good.

So Steve does what he always does when he's in a pickle nowadays- calls Bucky and Sam. They're always together so it's like a two for the price of one deal.

"Hello, Buck? You're NEVER going to believe who applied to be my assistant," Steve blurts out on the phone.

…

"Okay, so let me get this straight. Y/N doesn't actually know that he's applied to be an assistant to you or?" Bucky asks, and Steve can hear the barely contained glee in his voice.

"No, it's never clarified in the listing. Just says senior staff member," Steve answers.

"Well then here's your chance to fuck with him the way he fucked with you years ago-"

"What do you mean?"

"Give him the job!"

"Give him the job?!" Steve repeats and Bucky laughs.

"Yeah, and just be a dick to him," Bucky continues and Steve can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"What?" Steve asks, surprised. He thought they would've told him some 'be the bigger person' shit.

"Bucky! That is horrible advice!" Sam scolds, and it seems like someone's finally decided to be the voice of reason.

"You should be nice to him and then fire him suddenly. Waste his time like he did yours," Sam offers instead, and Steve can hear Bucky go "ooh, that's a good idea, too, babe" in the background.

What should he do? And why is Steve's heart racing? Is it from anxiety or perhaps excitement?

"Thanks, you two just told me what I needed to hear," Steve tells them, and Bucky and Sam both reply with a "No problem!" and "Anytime!" before he hangs up.

Steve presses a button on the intercom.

"Ms. Nguyen, please arrange for candidate Y/N (first and last name) to be seen in a week's time."

"Yes, Mr. Rogers." Steve smiles and thinks and thinks. There's a lot of planning he has to do.

Three days later you get an email.

"Good afternoon, Y/N (first and last),

This is Jessica Nguyen with Cap Incorporated reaching out to you regarding your application. You have been selected to do an in-person interview. Please respond at your earliest convenience with attachments of your resumé, a cover letter, and five references.

Tips for the interview: Be on time. Be well dressed.

Have A Nice Day,

Jessica

-Secretarial Assistant"

What the fuck? When did you even-?

You can't afford to leave this alone and this is a great opportunity. Forget Steve Rogers. It's not like you're going to working with him, anyway. You send back a confirmation email, and try not to think about it anymore.

A feeling of unease crawls up your spine.

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Caught Red Handed

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Y/N and Eddie are in a relationship but Y/N’s brother Dustin has no idea about it.

Warnings: light smut (fingering)

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“I’m heading out Dustin, I’ll be back later!” Y/N called her younger brother. 

“Where are you going?” Dustin asked, suddenly appearing from around the corner. 

“Just out with a few friends.” Y/N responded. 

“Who?” Dustin interrogated. 

“What are you? My father?” Y/N asked.

Dustin placed his hands on his hips, “Well someone has to be. You go out nearly every night without explanation. Robin says that you have a secret relationship that you’re not telling me about but I shut her down immediately. You tell me everything, of course you would tell me if you were in a relationship.”

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What a rollercoaster😏

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Lil baby Tomura cuddles his pregnant mom. You think it’s be cute like him hugging her tummy and cuddling but it’s not

Tomu: *whispering to bump* I hate you… get out of mommy….

Y/n: *half asleep* tomu baby stop threatening your unborn sibling

Its funny how much you and Kai have become familiar with your triplets habits. You could both be dead asleep and yet whenever he feels Himiko move, his hands instinctively move and pull her just in time to stop her from stabbing your belly with something sharp. He'd pull the weapon from her hands, then pull Himiko to his chest and cuddle her until she falls asleep against his chest.

If he feels eyes on him, he knows it Dabi. Sighing, Kai would wake up and walk towards his son who is standing in the corner. Picking him up, Kai would walk towards the balcony and ask Dabi about his day. If he doesn't answer, then Kai would just start talking about random things, usually politics, which usually puts the little pyromaniac to sleep. Kai theorises that since Dabi likes to act all independent and mighty all day long, he sometimes wants some quiet time with either of his parents where they just give him their complete attention and make him feel important. You usually did that before, but ever since you became pregnant, Kai switched places with you.

And Tomura? Kai usually plucks the little boy off your belly and whispers in his ear that he's hurting mommy by doing that, so he can just cuddle upto her neck. However, when you get up in the middle of the night to pee or puke, Tomura immeadiately senses your absence and tries to go after you in the bathroom. Kai is quick to grab Tomura and stop him (from traumatising himself when he watches his mother violently puking her guts out), pulls him back to bed and against his chest, all while Tomura starts whimpering. Kai starts to tell him stories about you to distract him, tells him about how much you used to pray for a pretty angel like Tomura and how you prayed that her babies were patient and good. That's enough to soothe Tomura and make him less distressed, and by the time you return to bed, Tomura is already half asleep, mumbling how he loves his mom.

You'd raise a brow at him, but Kai would just shrug and kiss you, before pulling you close to him.

What can he say? He's good with his kids.

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