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subbmissivesuccubus · 9 months

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Be a good girl~

Disclaimer: Contains Daddy kink, Dom Uzui, Sub reader, Rough sex, some humiliation, degradation, size kink, brat taming, spanking, a bit of breeding kink

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Uzui didn't know how to explain it, but he's been craving for a bratty submissive to fulfill his desires. Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru were incredible women and he loved them with all his heart, but they weren't interested in being submissive in the bedroom, nor were they fans of rough, kinky sex and Uzui would never ask them to do anything they weren't comfortable with.

But his desire to fold a cutie underneath him and pound her till she was a crying, sobbing, blubbering mess- her ass red from his spankings, makeup running down her face as she begged Uzui to not force more orgasms onto her overstimulated body- wasn't something he could hide. So the four of them came to an agreement. His wives gave him permission to find someone who might scratch that itch for him, who'd be the submissive he needed. And the very day they had that conversation, Uzui met you. A couple of ranks below the Hashira but climbing the ladder pretty quickly, you were a formidable warrior oozing with talent and strength. You were one of the better fights in the corporation and he knew it was only a matter of time before you became a pillar. You were tasked with assisting him on a new mission to track down a dangerous demon. What was supposed to last till sundown was completed within a few hours, you and Uzui making a fantastic team. You tracked down the demon, avoided its traps and tricks and along with Uzui, the two of you cut off it's head. With time to spare and not having any other missions to finish, the two of you took refuge in the Wisteria inn.

After a nice soak at the hot springs, the two of you met up in your room to share some food and drinks. Cups clinked together as you both drank some nice sake, Uzui having convinced you to relax around him for tonight and to just enjoy yourself. Both of you dressed in soft, comfortable yukata's, the vibe quickly turned friendly as the alcohol allowed you to loosed up a bit around him.

"So, are you in a relationship with anyone?" Uzui asked you. "If I was, I wouldn't be in a room with you alone." you retorted. Uzui raised an eyebrow, "I have three wives you know and i'm in this room with you alone." "Oh yeah!" you said, having genuinely forgotten, feeling guilty for some reason, "I shall leave then. This might be seen as inappropriate-"

"Sit back down." Uzui ordered the second he saw you make a move to leave, smiling when you obeyed him, "My wives wouldn't mind. In fact, they've given me permission to pursue a fourth partner if I wanted to. So don't overthink it."

"Oh..." you said, not knowing what to make of that, "If you say so." Your heart skipped a beat over that news. You weren't blind to how ridiculously attractive Uzui was, the man a walking embodiment of sexy. He looked so good in his uniform but here, with his hair let down and wearing a loose Yukata, you had to avert your eyes more than once from his chest.

"So, assuming you had a partner, why did things end?"

"Huh? oh- uh- it's kind of embarrassing..."

"Hmm? Do tell~" Uzui said with a smirk, leaning back on an arm as he nestled his cup of sake in his hand, "I enjoy some gossip."

"Well, he..uh...he was kind of lousy in bed."

"Oh?"

"Yeah- like really bad. I don't think he made me satisfied even once."

"Oh, you poor thing." Uzui cooed as he took a sip, "That sounds frustrating."

"It was." You said with a nod, "Honestly, all the guys I've dated have been the same. And judging from the stories my other friends have told me, they face the same problem. Men just don't know how to please women."

"Well, I don't know what type of guys you've slept with," Uzui said with a smirk, "But I'm happy to say I do not lack in that department. You can't keep three wives without doing a satisfactory job."

"Hah! Yeah right." you said with a laugh, dismissing his brag, "I bet they're faking. Most men fail to satisfy one woman, let alone three."

"Perhaps. But I'm not most men." Uzui said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice over your bratty attitude, "with my stamina, it takes all three of them to drain my balls completely."

You hiccuped at his vulgar words, quickly gathering yourself before he could notice. Perhaps it was the alcohol that was making your bratty side come out, or maybe it was because of how comfortable you were around Uzui now, but either way, you couldn't control your tongue.

"Just because you have big muscles doesn't mean you have a big cock. And even if you do, I bet you don't know how to use it!"

"Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?" Uzui asked, "Pretty little thing like you- you wouldn't be able to last five minutes if I speared you on my dick."

"I bet I could handle you!" You said, hands on your hips, leveling Uzui with a glare.

"Really?" Uzui asked, a twinkle in his eye as he looked you up and down, heart skipping at the idea that he might have found someone to play with already, "You sound confident."

"I am." you said, puffing your chest out, an action Uzui enjoyed ogling at, "I bet I can rock your world and not even break a sweat! and I'd bet you'd not make me cum even once." Uzui laughed, a giant smile on his face before he patted his lap, legs crossed and inviting, "Come and prove it then."

"Wait- really?" you asked, not expecting that response. You were just teasing, hoping to annoy him a bit but- "Sure. Unless, you didn't mean it. Chickening out already?" the Hashira asked.

With a huff, your pride refusing to take a hit, you crawled over to Uzui and sat on his lap, your Yukata bunching a bit around your thighs as you straddled him.

"Feel that?" he asked, hands having a tight grip on your hips as he made you grind down against him. You bit down a squeal as you felt his hardness press against your core, gulping as you could tell how big he was even through the layer of clothing. You tried to keep level-headed, but Uzui could see right through your poor attempts.

"And you know what?" he asked, hands sliding from your hips to your ass, the man taking greedy handfuls of your pump skin as he groped you, making you gasp, "I'm only half hard~"

"L-Liar!" You said, unable to bite your tongue from responding. He already felt so big against you- and he was only halfway there?! Uzui laughed, before saying:

"Yeah? Why don't you check?" the man asked, quickly untying the sash around his Yukata before leaning back a bit on his arms, a look in his eyes that clearly meant he was challenging you. You gulped as the fabric started to move aside, giving you a generous peek of his sculpted torso. A big, wide body with washboard abs and big pecs, you had to stop yourself from drooling.

"What's wrong?" he asked, "Just going to keep looking? I thought you said you could handle me."

"I-I can!" You snapped, your pride not allowing you to back down, "You're so impatient."

Uzui's chuckle made the hairs on the back of your head prick up, a certain darkness to it. "You know, I'm keeping track of all the bratty comments you make. I can't wait till it bites you in the ass~"

"Sh-shut up!"

"That's another one~"

With a huff, you leaned forward against Uzui's leaning body, gulping as you gripped the folds of his yukata and pulled them apart, completely exposing his torso to you. Never being one to be so forward but also refusing to back down, you pressed you face against his neck and kissed it, your soft lips touching his fair skin. Uzui's groan of content could be felt on your lips as you slowly started kissing his body, a hand coming up to run up his abs. You slowly got more and more confident, your tongue peaking out to lick at his collarbone, your hips grinding down harder against his member. But your pride took a hit when Uzui suddenly started chuckling, making you frown and look up and him.

"Something funny?" you asked, annoyed.

"Yes. You. Kissing and touching me like a blushing virgin. Is this what you meant when you said you'd rock my world? Because if so, I'm not impressed."

You scoffed, cheeks heating up in embarrassment, "You- well excuse me for not being a whore like you-"

But before you could finish your sentence, one of Uzui's hand shot up, grabbed the back of your hair and pulled harshly, making you gasp as your neck was suddenly snapped back. "Watch that filthy mouth of yours." he said, cock twitching as he heard your gasps, "I think it's time I teach you who's in charge here."

"Y-you started it!" you gasped out, head paining from how he was pulling your hair, words hard to speak from how your neck was being stretched. Uzui simply clicked his tongue, "Still have an attitude. I'm afraid I don't have the patience to wait for you to move things along." His free hand expertly tugged at the sash of your yukata and ripped it off of you, making you gasp as your body was exposed to him, no time to feel shy as he tugged your head down and met you for a kiss. It was a greedy and feral lip lock, Uzui immediately massaging your tongue with his own, dominating the kiss effortlessly.

Maybe you did bite off more than you could chew.

But damn, if you weren't excited.

"I've been wanting to bend your bratty ass over my knee and teach you a good lesson every since you opened your mouth." Uzui growled as he bit your lower lip, making you yelp, "Telling me you'll rock my world when you blush like a virgin when you grind on my dick- how adorable."

"That's not- I-" you tried to protest, not knowing what you were protesting in the first place.

"Shut up." Uzui said, kissing you again before picking you up with one hand, your legs wrapped around his waist with his hand under your butt. "We're going to the bedroom." he said, easily carrying you towards said room, "It's time I teach you some manners. And remember, five minutes are on the clock."

Uzui got you to cum in three minutes.

Once he threw you on the bed, he ripped your Yukata off, followed by your undergarments, leaving you completely naked. He shrugged off the fabric he had on as well, his cock springing out of its confines and you swear you forgot how to breathe for a second.

How on earth did you have the audacity to joke that his dick wasn't big? It was a monster of a member, long and thick with heavy balls dangling between his legs. You gulped as he crawled onto the bed, looking down at you like a predator stalking its prey. He grabbed your legs and spread them apart, exposing your sex to him. Gripping you on the back of your thighs, he pushed you enough to make your body bend, your cunt exposed to him even more obscenely.

"U-Uzui-san!" you squealed, face red hot at the way he was staring at your cunt.

"Daddy."

"Wha-"

"You're going to call me Daddy." he explained, licking his lips as he leaned down, his mouth inching towards your sex, "and Daddy needs to prepare your tiny pussy to take his fat cock."

And that's how you experienced the fastest orgasm of your life. Within three minutes, Uzui was drinking down your cum, the man's mouth and tongue so expertly pleasuring you, it was a clear loosing battle. He laughed into your cunt as you came, the vibration making your body tremble even more as he ate you out, paying extra attention to your clit as he took the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucked so hard, it almost made you cum again.

Once you were down from your high, once he looked down on you as he wiped your juices off his lips- you knew you were fucked.

"So," he said, picking up the sash of your yukata from where he discarded it before wrapping it a few times around his hand and making a show of pulling it tightly to make a 'crack' sound, "Remember how I mentioned I want to take you over my knee?"

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"Say it."

"I- I don't w-want to-"

"Say it or I'll spank you all night."

With a sob, knowing full well he meant it, you had no choice but to relent, swallowing down your pride as you said:

"D-Daddy please stop spanking my n-naughty pussy!"

Head hanging upside down from how you were placed over Uzui's knee, the blood rushing to your ears almost made you miss the way Uzui groaned.

"Is your poor pussy in pain?" he cooed, petting said pussy. It was hot to the touch, your pussy lips dyed a bright red, matching your ass. A man of his word, he spanked you as punishment for your bratty behavior and comments, holding you still as he rained spanks down on your poor butt, your hands tied behind your back, unable to do anything about it. Once he was satisfied with marking up your ass, he spread your legs a bit and started spanking your pussy, laughing at the way you twitched and shook, your cries of pain only making his cock get harder.

He slapped your pussy again, making you squeal. "Answer me."

"Yes! Yes- m-my pussy hurts so much Daddy!"

"Aww, poor baby~" he said, raining tiny pats on your cunt repeatedly, not as hard but still enough to make your body tremble, "have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes Daddy!" you said with zero hesitation.

"Are you going to act like a brat again?"

"I won't, I p-promise! I'll be good-"

"That's my girl," Uzui said, cupping your pussy gently, the warmth of his hand against your sore, red cunt making you gasp, "But we're not done yet. Make sure you keep your promise, alright?"

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"U-U-Uzui-s-san! S-slow down p-please!" you squealed, voice jumping as Uzui jack-hammered into you, his hips practically a blur as he pounded your pussy. Fucking you from behind, he ignored your cries as he brought a leg up to better fuck you, laughing at your yelp and the way your pussy clamped around him.

"That's not my name," he growled, the grip he had on your hips bruising as he bashed his cock into your poor cunt, "What's. My. Name?" He spanked your ass three times to put emphasis on his words, your body jumping with each hit. Tears filled your eyes from the burn, no doubt a bright, red hand-print left behind on your already red skin. The burn of Uzui's hips slapping against you took your breath away, your poor spanked ass and pussy not getting a break.

"D-Daddy!" you cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Uzui showed no signs of slowing down- if anything you felt his cock grow bigger inside you- "Daddy please- please- please slow down? P-Please!"

"Shhh, you can take it, right?" Uzui said, snickering as a hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed, smothering your face against the mattress, "Didn't you say you could handle me? Where'd your fight go?"

Your sobs were muffled by the cloth, his grip on your head unrelenting. You gripped the bed-sheets so hard veins were popping out on your hands, hands no longer tied up, your tears soaking into the mattress. The lack of air only made your body get even more sensitive, your pussy clamping down harder against Uzui's fat cock.

"You were such a fucking brat-" Uzui growled, feeling the familiar knot in his abdomen start to tighten, "Talking such big- fuck that's good- such big game! Saying you could take me- but look at you now. Pathetic~"

He gripped your hair and pulled, ignoring your cry of pain as your neck snapped back, your body following the movement until you were upright on your knees, Uzui's firm body pressed against your back. With a laugh, he let go of your hair only to then catch you in a choke-hold. His huge biceps pressed against your neck, restricting your airways, the man snickering at your feeble attempt to grab him. You were held up by his arm around your throat and his cock slamming against you, completely at his mercy, as you were the entire night.

"I like them pathetic~" Uzui growled into your ear before giving your lobe a bite, pulling on it with his teeth, making you squeal. Your face was turning a bright red, your mouth wide open and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The force of his thick member splitting apart your poor pussy combined with the warmth of his body behind you and the tight feeling of his arm against your neck- you never felt like this before:

Completely and utterly fucked.

You had already cum three times, the man fingering you to your orgasm after he spanked you and fucking you to climax out when he stuffed you with his cock.

Being wrong never felt so good.

His hips kept working into you, the slap of his balls against your cunt so obscene, you could still hear it despite the blood flowing around your head. One hand gripping his biceps while the other went back to grab at his thrusting hip, you held on for dear life, thoughts leaving your head as you sunk into a mental state where all you could think about was Uzui.

"Ooh~ That's what I like to see~" Uzui groaned, the expression on your face making his sadistic side purr in happiness. Seeing you completely fucked out and at his mercy- this is what he needed- this is what he craved.

"Fucked the brat right out of you, didn't I?" the man said, reveling in his accomplishment, "What was it you said to me? I can't satisfy one woman, let alone three? Hmm? Hmm?"

With a slap to your thigh, you yelped as Uzui's free hand went between your legs, his rough finger starting to twirl your clit around. "Daddy- no- too sensitive!" you pleaded, body twitching underneath his hold as you felt spikes of pleasurable pain run through you as he toyed with your sensitive bud, "Please- i'm sorry! I'm- ah- sorry!"

"Sorry for what?" Uzui growled, pinching your clit so hard it made you scream, "Be specific you naughty little brat!"

"I'm sorry f-for making fun of you!" you confessed, "Sorry for saying you're not g-good in bed- you're amazing- fuck- ah- ah!"

"All it takes is some cock to get to behave, hmm?" Uzui snarled.

"Daddy- i'm gonna cum- can I cum? Please?" you begged, knowing well from last time that he expected you to ask for permission. "Go ahead." Uzui said, hand working your clit even faster, "Greedy slut. Cumming four times while Daddy hasn't even cum once. You better make it up to me."

He chocked you even harder, veins popping in his muscles as he took your breath away, literally. The lack of air made your body go into overdrive, face red as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Within seconds, you squirted all over his cock, the first time you ever experienced that, liquid gushing out of your pussy, dripping down both your bodies before seeping into the mattress. Uzui held your trembling body down, letting out a cheeky whistle as his hips didn't relent, fucking your orgasm for every single drop.

"Fuck! That was so fucking hot!" Uzui said with a laugh, "You're going to do that again." You could do nothing as he pushed you back onto the bed, your limbs having no strength to hold you up as you fell flat on your stomach, just lying down on the bed. But that seemed to be what Uzui wanted, the man following you as he lied down on top of you and started fucking you pro bone. You sobbed as his cock somehow went even deeper, slamming against your womb mercilessly. The weight on his body on you coupled with the ravenous feeling of his member fucking you within an inch of your life almost made you black out.

"Daddyyy!" you cried out, tears streaming down your cheeks as your pussy was pounded, "C-Can't cum anymore- please-" You probably said 'please' more time tonight that you had in your entire life. "You think you're done?" Uzui growled, hips not loosing their rhythm as he chased his pleasure, your pussy so wet and hot, he had to focus real hard to not climax immediately. It was only thanks to his training as a demon slayer that he could last this long- his breathing techniques allowing him to delay his orgasm as much as possible. If he was a normal man, no doubt he would have came ages ago. But it was thanks to his trained body that he could keep going which was good, because he wasn't done punishing you.

"No. You're done when I say so, understand?" You sobbed as a response. "You're done when I empty my balls inside this perfect pussy of yours and breed you- got it?" "Y-Yes Daddy." "That's a good girl. Don't pass out on me now, alright? I'll keep fucking you anyway."

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You woke up the next morning, every inch of your body in pain and sore, especially your pussy which took load after load of Uzui's cum. You lost count how many times you came, the rest of the night being a blur and you remembered nothing but him breeding you. At some point he caught you in a mating press and fucked you so hard you swore you temporarily blacked out, waking up only to feel him fill your womb up again.

You sat up on the bed, looking to the side and scoffed at your reflection in the nearby mirror. You looked like a mess. Exhaustion was clear on your face, your eyes sunken from the tears you cried, hair a mess and your naked body littered with bite marks and hickies. You looked at your partner, the man looking the complete opposite. Silky white hair draped over his pillow, his skin clear and glowing with a soft smile on his handsome face.

You had an urge to smack his pretty face, annoyed at how much he wrecked your body despite the fact that you enjoyed every second of it. He truly brought out something in you and it was scary- but damn it was fun.

Deciding to listen to your intrusive thoughts, you raised your hand up to smack him, when he suddenly opened his eyes, greeted to the image of you with your hand raised. Thinking quickly on your feet, you gulped and blinked your eyes as you slowly brought your hand down to cup his cheek lovingly, rubbing it sweetly like that was your plan all along.

"...Because I wrecked your body last night, I'll let this slide." Uzui said, grasping your hand with his own before placing a gentle kiss on it, "But I won't be so nice next time."

"So there's gonna be a next time?" you asked with a smile, plopping down against his broad chest.

"Of course." Uzui said, running a gentle hand through your hair, "You belong to Daddy now."

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gargoy-ross · 2 months

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Hi! I read your post about Vox liking a calm and collected partner, so I wanted to request something related to that! So, reader (Fem, if you are okay with it!) is indeed a very calm person, and she also is very cuddly. She is feeling awfully lonely lately because Vox is very busy, so she approaches him quietly and wraps her arms around him looking for attention because she is too shy to ask. I would love to see some fluffy interactions between the two! Thank youuu

Vox x cuddly!shy!reader

Warnings: none, just good old fluff and cuddles

Word count: 637

Vox had always been busy, but lately it was like he wasn't home with you at all - he barely even came back to sleep.

Of course being an overlord and a CEO of the most successful business in the Pride Ring took a lot of work… But you can't deny that you missed spending time with him.

So, you decide to stop by the office. Bringing him a fresh cup of coffee gave you a perfect excuse to see him. It was convenient that he preferred to work alone, since that meant he wouldn't mind you visiting him while he was working.

You can hear him before you even reach his quarters. He's speaking with someone on the phone, and he sounds irritated. You can see in your mind how he grits his teeth, like he always does when he must talk to someone he doesn't like.

The coffee is placed on a table and forgotten. You stand by the door, admiring your lover while he paces around the room. You feel the need to embrace him, but you also don't want to disturb him.

When the call finally ends you quietly walk behind him and gently wrap your arms around his waist.

Vox hadn't heard your arrival and the sudden touch startles him, though he soon melts against you. Slowly his posture relaxes and the stress dissipates as you hold him.

"Missed me, didn't you doll?" He tries to sound nonchalant despite how he's leaning into your touch.

You hum and you snuzzle your face to the crook of his neck in response.

"I suppose I've been neglecting you lately," he sighs. You pull away so he can turn around. He looks tired, but there's also softness in his expression.

"I still have some work to do, but I guess a short break wouldn't be so bad."

No words are exchanged as you help him take off his jacket and loosen the bow tie that had been suffocating him all day. There's no hurry or hidden agendas in your touches, just a genuine intent to help him be more comfortable.

Afterwards he places a quick thank you kiss on your forehead. His hands take a hold of yours and he guides you to sit down on a couch. You settle in his lap and lay your head to his chest. The steady beating of his heart always felt calming.

He starts to run his fingers through your hair. It was astonishing how gentle he was with you, making sure his sharp claws would never nick your skin.

The feeling was soothing, and you can't find the power to keep your eyes open. It doesn't take long before you drift to sleep.

Vox debates on whether he should move you and continue working, but seeing how content you were made him stay. He did deserve a break anyway.

The serene moment gives him time to think, so he lets his mind wonder while he traces your features.

You don't know what time it is when you open your eyes again. You're wrapped in his arms and his hands rest on your back. He must have moved you to a more comfortable position at some point.

He doesn't miss the opportunity to tease you once he notices you're conscious again.

"Aww, look who's awake. I missed a meeting because of you, you know."

"Sorry, didn't mean to doze off. It's just been hard to sleep when you’re not around."

His arms tighten around you ever so slightly, as if he could bring you any closer. For a moment the two of you embrace each other in a comfortable silence.

When he speaks again his voice is soft and quiet.

"I know I don't say this enough, but I love you."

You smile softly, "I love you too."

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no1heyyyyyyyy · 5 months

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Sevika's tastes

Sevika is an old lady and she just wants to be left alone. She likes to look good but when it comes to clothes, Miss thing just doesn’t care that much. She always has practicality in mind. So, no dresses, nothing flowy, has to have natural fabrics so that her skin can breathe, and she requires that things are comfortable. Her shoes are always made for hardware with a strong sole and often reinforced. In the modern world, I see her working in metal working (specifically welding), so she has to have clothes that are multipurpose. Though, if she was forced to wear anything really nice, it would be a simple well-cut blazer and a button down with jeans or slacks that conform to her legs nicely. She prefers earthy colors, nothing too flashy. I think she’d really appreciate a nice dark green, or perhaps brown. I also feel that she would enjoy a nice flannel regularly.

With food, I’m afraid her palette is as unrefined as her clothing choices. She genuinely does not care what she eats, though she really likes chicken- loves hot wings, spicy food is her love. But, her comfort food will always be the food native to what part of India her family is from. I don’t think she’s the best cook, but she has a few family recipes that she knows so well (aloo gobi, chai, samosa, tikka masala, saag paneer). And, I think that on nights where she’s feeling really sad or lonely she always craves those foods. She’d love to cook with or for her partner, it’d be the best way to get to know her honestly. Because it allows for her to show vulnerability through actions and without words. She loves to take care of people and I think in modern times she’d mother her friends just a bit, always making sure they’re eating well, drinking their water, and sleeping right (if not she’ll give them some chai). She doesn’t eat beef or dark meats in general, and she isn’t the biggest fan of seafood or turkey. So, she sticks with her chicken and her paneer. She’ll eat tofu but it needs to be in curry or something similar.

This woman would love 80s hair metal, music is something that I genuinely believe she’d love so much. She’d play drums as a teenager, dead set on becoming the drummer of the next Metallica. She’d also love the old school heavy metal bands, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Pantera. She’d love them all. I think she’d like some old school 90s rap too, but none of the new-age mumble rap that’s going on. She wouldn’t really like Taylor Swift’s music, just because it didn’t vibe with her, but she respected Taylor’s ability to get a bag. She has had a huge crush on Adele ever since she heard the album 25 when it came out. She liked some of her music, but thought Adele was drop dead gorgeous and all mature and soulful and shit, hit her in the feels and made her whipped for this woman she didn’t even know.

For movies she loves shitty 80s slasher horror, nothing that makes her think. She’d sit back in her old recliner in her pajamas and house slippers whilst watching Slumber Party Massacre for the third time, and then put on Golden Girls because she feels that Dorothy Zbornak is her spirit animal. She likes a good sitcom too and a ridiculous drama (she loves Desperate Housewives), she likes the camp, the over the top acting and dumb plots, it makes her laugh and feel care free in a way she hasn’t been in a long time. She just wants to curl up with her pets (she would have many) and watch teen-based tv shows that revolve around crime or secrets (Pretty Little Liars, Riverdale, Vampire Diaries, even Buffy etc.). She likes how bad they are, but she gets so invested it’s ridiculous.

For personal scents she’d like more woody, alluring scents that are also kind of sweet. Think Amber by Rag n’ Bone (it smells so good), she doesn’t spray much, just a spritz, it wafts around her just slightly, just enough for women to fall at her feet. Her individual smell wouldn't be overpowering but it would definitely be clear. It’s grounding and soothing. Her sweat stinks though, every time she comes back from the gym, she goes straight to the showers because her own dogs don’t want to come near her b.o.

In general, Sevika is an old woman who couldn’t give less of a shit. She wants to be left alone with her life and her people and chill. Which is why, I feel like she isn’t that opinionated on much unless it’s boundaries or causes she cares about. She just doesn’t have the energy to be bothered with trivial things like which movie to choose for the night, or which restaurant to go to. She is tired and all she wants to do is eat good food with her partner and her pets in a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t like neighbors and she doesn’t like people in her business. She doesn’t need a perfect life, just one that’s hers.

for whatever reason the letters are being weird, it is killing me. Please ignore it.

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harveysweakness · 7 months

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Okay hi it’s me AGAINNNN 😌 I was wondering if eventually you could write something where reader and Harvey (who are literally the best of the best at what they do) both work at different firms and they have to go against each other in court for a really big case. Anyways reader is Harvey’s wife who’s pregnant and goes into labor at the court house. Happy ending please 🙏.

A/N: I am so sorry if this is not what you had in mind- it's not as fluffy of a fit but I guess it's something! I can always write the same request a different way in the future :)

"Okay, let's go over it one more time," Mike said, staring at the file of key arguments in front of him.

"You do know you work for the opposite firm, right?" you chuckled, taking a deep breath in and out. You couldn't quite explain it but something had been... off... today. Granted, you were 37 weeks pregnant so you pretty much always felt off but this felt different.

"Just say it," the young partner responded.

"Okay, so- your client clearly had no idea what he was-" you paused, gasping at the sharp pain in your lower abdomen, hand coming to rest at the low curve under your bump.

"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" Mike questioned, not even hiding the panic in his voice. No one could blame him, he certainly was not experienced when it came to pregnancy.

"It's just Braxton-hicks," you muttered, teeth clenched while you took deep breaths in and out. You tried to think of someone at the firm who was in court who had had a baby who could confirm that, but no names came to mind. Hating that you were about to say it, you groaned internally. "Get Harvey."

That was all Mike needed to hear before genuinely sprinting from the room.

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"Mike, you were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago," Harvey greeted angrily.

"I was with Y/N, she-"

"You mean to tell me you were with the opposing team!?"

"No, Harvey, she's in pain, she needs-" Mike panted.

That's all it took for you husband to be racing out the door, thankful Mike had yelled 'across the hall- chamber- while he sprinted.

By the time your husband had made it into the room, you had been able to stand, the pain in your pelvis a small ache compared to what it had been. You were breathing steadily, your hand still holding a small portion of the weight your daughter added to your frame.

"Sweetheart, what-"

"I'm fine," you murmured, "I'm sorry I panicked, I just didn't- I haven't"

"You haven't been pregnant before," Harvey finished. "Neither have I, so I'm not much help."

You laughed, even the small action causing a small ache. He must have seen the expression on your face because he came to cup your cheek.

"Are you alright?"

"I think so," you replied softly. "I must have just been working too hard on the trial."

"You should be at home resting."

"You know perfectly well that I can handle a trial against you," you replied cheekily. It wasn't a secret that you were both two of the top lawyers in the city, and the trial certainly would be a show for all who were watching.

"So we're not having a baby girl?" your husband asked, his hands gently holding your rather large bump.

"Not yet," you corrected with a smile.

"Then I've got to get back," Harvey said sadly, before lowering and pressing a chaste kiss to your bump.

"Did you ever think I did this just so you had less time to prepare?" you smirked.

"Sweetheart, you wouldn't dare."

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"No further questions, your honor," Harvey announced, lips twitching at the thought of winning his case after the arguments he had given.

You stood. "Your honor, if you will just allow me to question-" you paused, both your words and your steps as the same sharp pain from earlier hit.

"Ms. Y/L/N?" the judge asked.

"Sorry, I-" you couldn't finish, needing to lean against the table for support, gritting your teeth. "I need-"

"Y/N-" Harvey said gently, rising.

"Harvey-" you paused, feeling a wetness spread down your legs. The pure shock on your face while you looked down was enough of a sign to your husband.

"Oh my god, she's in labor," Harvey muttered, Mike going pale next to him.

"Labor?"

"We're going to pause the trial," the judge announced. Even he had no idea what to do. He certainly had never, in all his years seen a defense and prosecuting team of lawyers be married and close to having their first child while in a court room.

Your husband came to rub your back while you still stood hunched over the desk. "What can I do?"

"I don't know," you whispered, the realization that you were having a baby overwhelming every fiber of your being. "We don't even have a bag packed for the hospital."

The two of you had been non-stop for nearly two months, working on opposite sides of what would be on the of the biggest trials the city had ever seen.

"Yes, you do," Mike interrupted. "Donna's had it packed for weeks."

Tears fell down your cheeks out of relief and gratitude.

"God, I love that woman," Harvey murmured, helping to turn you around towards him. "You can do this, sweetheart." He gently cupped your cheek and wiped your tears with his thumb.

You nodded, taking a moment to lean your forehead against his chest, the smell of his cologne comforting you.

"Are you ready?"

"As long as you swear you won't leave my side," you whispered.

"Never."

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justalittlelilac · 26 days

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Literally on a new hyper-fixation and, damnit, sometimes we can't choose so here's a lil' Simon Riley x fem!reader who's a gamer fic, because the voices wouldn't let me live 'till I wrote it. Just fluffy fluff.

Reader referred to as: She/her, his girl, his woman. Based on my own character, but took out the names. Word count: 713 She's totally not playing Helldivers 2.

Simon opened the door to his and his partner's Manchester flat to a dark living room. This was odd to him because his woman had stayed behind while he met up with the guys for a drink down at the pub. She preferred to stay in during their leaves, and he honestly couldn't blame her. Hell, he would have as well, if it wasn't for Soap dragging him out.

Still, though, she hadn't been answering his texts, and THAT was unlike her. Preferring face-to-face communication, Simon rarely sent electronic messages. Still, when he did, he would almost always receive an immediate reply from her. He hadn't thought much about it while out, but concern filled his gut now that he was in the dark flat.

For a moment, dark thoughts filled his mind of her being taken or worse. The memory of finding his own family dead fell over him like a cold sheet of ice. At the exact moment, he heard her yell, and he barreled down the hall to the closed door of their spare room. His hand practically trembled as he threw the door open, and light filled his vision.

"Mother fucker!" Simon heard her yell as his eyes adjusted to his surroundings. Once things came into focus, he let out a sigh of relief. There she was, sitting cross-legged in a computer chair with a headset on. She had already dressed for bed in one of his large black t's and underwear. Simon cocked his head, perplexed, watching as she leaned over her keyboard, fingers clacking and her mouse flicking from side to side. "Fuck, sorry guys, I need a revive." His presence wasn't even noticed by her; she was so focused.

Simon approached her slowly, but it still didn't help. As soon as she caught him from the corner of her eye, she jumped and threw her headset to the keyboard, rising from her chair and going into fight mode. The sound of gunfire and "Walk" from Pantera blasted from the speakers, and Simon stifled a laugh. Once she realized it was him, she clutched her chest in relief and chuckled shakily.

"Jesus, you scared me!" She grabbed her headset to speak. "Sorry guys, one sec," she said before putting them back down. He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"What are you doing?" he asked in amusement. Her eyes flicked to the screen and then back to him, and she tucked her tousled hair behind her ears.

"Just playing some video games," she explained. Simon could hear the voices of others on the headphones, and he tilted his head again.

"With who?"

"Just some people I know online," she shrugged. Simon wasn't online savvy. He never really had time to delve into that sort of thing, and maybe he was too old for it now.

"What're playing?" Simon was genuinely curious. He knew his woman liked video games, but he hadn't ever seen her play nor knew what she preferred. She was an absolute nerd regarding stuff like that, and you wouldn't know unless she told you. He thought it was fucking adorable.

"Just a shooter, nothing crazy," she shrugged again, and he again cocked an eyebrow in interest.

"Don't you do enough shooting as it is?" He asked, and she laughed.

"It's not like that!" She chuckled as she went to sit back down. No, no, she was supposed to be relaxing, not leave war to come home and play at it.

"Nope, think you need a break," he grunted before scooping her up against his chest and moving to carry her. She laughed out loud, only playfully struggling against him.

"No, my teammates! They need me! I can't abandon them!" She called out, arms comedically outstretched towards the computer.

"Sure they'll be fine," he replied simply.

"'Least let me mute my mic!" She demanded loudly.

"Nope," he replied with his own graveled laugh, still carrying her to the bedroom, predicting if he let her go back into that room, she'd just start playing again, knowing her. She relented and just laughed along with it. Fuck, he loved leave, used to not, but he loved his woman enough that coming home to a dark flat could mean finding laughter and not terror. He couldn't thank her enough for that.

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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bestie could you write a blurb with virgin reader and H? something soft please

Hello, friend! Siiiii! Oui! Of course! here it is. It's more of a one shot, but it's very romantic and soft and sweet! I hope you like it:)

(the pic has nothing to do with the story, he just looks so cute and cozy here ☺️)

Y/N had never planned to still be a virgin well into her twenties. She had dated and fooled around with a few people before and had come close to actually having sex but she would just get so nervous when it came down to actually doing it. She also figured that when she found the right person for her she wouldn't feel so anxious and stressed about actually having sex with them and this seemed to be the absolute truth. Now she was with Harry and they'd been together for a little over three months and he was incredible and genuine and one of the best people she had ever dated. He had worked so hard on himself and it was noticeable and that made it so easy for her to start to fall for him. She hadn't even been thinking about it too hard, she just one day accepted that she would want him to be her first. The realization came naturally and without any external persuasions, he was always so respectful when it came to their sexual lives.

The only thing she was nervous about was telling him this because she hadn't explicitly told him that she was a virgin, she wasn't fully inexperienced so maybe he thought she wasn't, but now that she was thinking about having sex with him she needed to be honest about it. He knew that she wanted to take it slow, but that was all she had told him. In her mind, withholding the truth was a form of lying and she was nervous that he would be upset with her for not telling him sooner or something. A lot of her concerns were born from what past partners had put her through when she would share this with them and she would constantly talk herself through the fact that Harry was not any of those people. He was a completely different person and he had proven to be an excellent partner and he would understand. He always did. She had to tell him...

"Baby?" Harry's voice broke her out of her thoughts and she focused on his face in the dim light of his bedroom, "You seem distracted. You seem to be far off somewhere." he said and she sighed and swallowed down the lump in her throat, "Baby, we don't have to do anything if you're not in the mood for it." he reassured her as he rolled off of her and onto his side. He removed his hand from her inner thighs and instead draped his strong arm over her waist and pulled her to lay on her side too, facing him. Her eyes met his own and she sighed, "What is it, angel?" he asked with a slight frown and she sucked her bottom lip for a second before deciding to speak.

"I have to tell you something." she said and he hummed, giving her his undivided attention. His eyes bore into her own intensely and it made her nervous but she inhaled deeply before proceeding, "I've wanted to tell you this before, I just got a little nervous about it." she explained and he nodded, "I'm uh...I'm still a...virgin." she spoke the word so quietly as if she were giving him bad news at the doctor's office or something. She felt like his silence lasted for eons when in reality it was probably a second or two at the most. When his lips quirked up in a smile she got this horrible feeling in her chest, someone had made fun of her for this before and she was getting ready for it now.

"Why are you saying it like that?" he asked and she frowned in confusion.

"Like what?"

"Like it's a bad thing? I don't know." he said.

"Because I didn't tell you from the start? I thought you might get upset that I wasn't upfront about it." she explained with a small pout and he leaned in and kissed it right off her lips.

"Baby, no. You don't owe me explanations and I'm not upset with you." he reassured her and she looked relieved, "But now I want to ask you something and I want you to be 100% transparent with me." he said and she nodded, "Swear?"

"I swear." she repeated and he nodded.

"Are you telling me this now because you feel like I'm pressuring you in some way? Or maybe pushing the boundary a little bit?" he asked with concern drenching his expression now and she shook her head immediately.

"No, baby! Not in the slightest. You've been so respectful and conscious about how we do things and just every part of our sexual relationship and umm... I actually wanted to tell you now because I..." she trailed off, "I want to do it w-with you." her voice was so small and meek as she confessed this to Harry.

"Me? A-are you sure?" he asked, perplexed and she giggled.

"Yeah, I'm positive." she nodded, "I've always told myself that when I was ready for my first time I wouldn't feel too concerned and nervous about it. That person would make me feel comfortable and safe and cared for instead of anxious about it. I shouldn't have to debate it or talk myself into it, you know? It should feel natural and easy and...right, I guess." she said and he smiled at her, it was such a soft and gentle smile.

"Oh." was all he said and for some reason he was the one blushing like mad.

"Yeah." she responded timidly and broke eye contact with him for a second before glancing back into his eyes and he still hadn't said anything else, "If you don't want t-"

"It's not that! I want to. Believe me! I have thought about it so many times." he said quickly, almost too eagerly and she giggled as he went all pink in the face again as he admitted this, "I'm just really happy that you feel that way with me and it's like..." he stopped for a moment as he thought his words through, "I just felt what you said really deeply." he finished and she smiled, "I feel that way with you too." he smiled as he said these words to her and she leaned in and kissed him slowly.

Their kiss got deeper and more intense and her body was yearning to be near him, to get closer, to feel more, to just be taken over by him. She hadn't wanted anyone like this before, this feeling of need was new to her. It wasn't just a sexual need, it was an emotional and intimate need. She wanted him so badly that she felt like she was burning from the inside out, she had never felt anything so overwhelming before.

Despite her recent confession to him, Harry still hadn't made any move to take things further than kissing while having his thigh between her legs as she ground down against him. Every now and again she would kind of brush up against his raging hard erection and it would make him tense up a bit. He could feel himself throbbing, but he didn't want to assume anything just because she said she wanted him to be her first. But then she reached into his hair, tugging it gently as their lips parted sloppily.

"Please, baby." she keened and he looked into her eyes.

"You want to do it today? Like ri-right now?" he asked her and she nodded, they were so close that their noses nudged as she nodded her confirmation, "But I didn't even do anything nice for you or-"

"I don't care about that." she said and he chuckled, "I've only been waiting 20 plus years to see what all the fuss is about." she giggled and he laughed along wit her.

"Well, I'll try my best to make it worth your while." he grinned and she hummed.

"It'll be perfect because it's with you. It’s us." she said with a meek smile and that made his heart skip a beat. He had a lot of feelings for her and they had built quickly. Y/N appreciated him for who he was at his core and things just felt so easy and right with her, much like she had described. He smiled as he looked into her eyes.

“Yeah, it’s us.” He hummed and she smiled back at him. “Gonna start by making you feel good. Get you really turned on and wet fo’me.” He said and she smiled.

“I don’t think we’ll have a problem with that.” She grinned mischievously and he chuckled, his dimples carved deep into his cheeks.

“Is that so?” He questioned and she nodded, “Can I feel?”

“Yeah, please." she verbalized her eagerness and he kissed her deeply before shifting his position to kneel between her legs.

His big, warm hands smoothed up her thighs and when he reached her hips his thumbs rubbed up and down soothingly before he glanced up into her eyes again.

“Gonna take these off.” He said and she nodded. He lifted her top up a bit to reveal the band of her sweatpants and leaned down to her stomach, his warm lips smooched kisses to the top of her sweat pants as his fingers dipped into the sides of the waistband and started to tug them down. His lips followed behind on every new piece of skin that was exposed up until he reached her underwear.

If there was something that Y/N was not used to yet was his adoration for going down on her. The first time he did it she came within two minutes and he didn’t stop until she had come at least three times. She had never experienced anything like it, if she’d let him that’s all he would do, he’d said it to her countless times, he just liked it so much. And as he kissed over the top part of her panties she was preparing herself for what she was soon to come. He stopped though and then kissed each of her bare thighs as he continued removing her sweats. Then each of her knees and then he just removed the pants from the rest of her legs and tossed them to the side as he lowered himself onto his stomach and she spread her legs wider for him and he moaned as he kissed over her clothed pussy. His lips could already feel her arousal slightly seeping through the fabric of her underwear and as he reared back a bit he could see the damp spot more now that he had pressed the fabric closer when he kissed her. He glanced up to see her propped up on her elbows, she watched him with bated breath and he bit his lip as he brushed his thumb over where her clit was and he watched her legs tense up and her jaw drop open slightly. He added more pressure and she let out a puff of air through her mouth before she swallowed hard.

“You’re so wet for me, angel.” He hummed and she nodded, “Doesn’t take much, does it?” He teased lightly but she shook her head.

“Not with you.” She said and that certainly gave him the confidence to nuzzle his mouth and nose against her. Her fists tightened up into her bed covers in anticipation of his next move. His blunt nails raked down her inner thighs, the action covered her body in goosebumps and he smiled.

“So fucking perfect.” He hummed against her and she moaned quietly. She was so sensitive and the vibrations of his voice made a chill travel through her body.

“Baby, please.” She pleaded and he smiled and nodded. His index fingers looped into her underwear and she lifted her hips to allow him to tug them down her legs. He raised her legs off to the side to completely get them off of her. Once they were off he immediately parted her legs again and latched onto her pussy. "Oh my god..." she moaned and just dropped into the mattress which made him smile as he got to work.

She always came quickly when he went down on her, but this time she was sure that things would go even faster. The vibe of everything was different, he wanted to make her feel amazing, he wanted to get her ready and relaxed so that he could fit inside of her this time. So after he made her come with his mouth he gently introduced his fingers, he was gentle as he prodded deep into her until her legs would tense up in pleasure.

"They're-they're so deep!" she'd whimper and he'd pop off her clit for a second to tell her that she was doing so well as he curled his fingers up so that he could rub the pads of them into her g-spot and she groaned loudly and he hummed as he started to suck at her swollen, little clit again, "Oh my god, yes! Don't stop!" she mewled as her legs started to tremble as her abdominal muscles tightened up, preparing her for another orgasm.

"Come for me, baby." He said and she immediately started to wither around his fingers. Her walls pulsing erratically around him as he flicked his tongue over her clit as he worked her through it. This time he wasn't going to give her a break, while she was relaxed form her orgasm he needed to stretch her just a bit more, "Baby, gonna add another finger." he warned her and kissed her inner thigh, "Need to stretch you out a little more for me, OK?" he explained and she mumbled an acknowledgement, her body tense, "Baby, relax for me. I'm not going to hurt you." he assured and she inhaled before releasing a shaky breath and relaxing, "Good girl." he said lowly and she shivered at that and he smiled up at her as he started to rub over her folds with three fingers now. He glanced down and placed his fingers against her entrance vertically, instead of horizontally first and he looked up at her again and she nodded. Harry then started pushing them in and she gasped softly at the new stretch, her brows creased down as she tried to relax.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked and she shook her head.

"I can take it." she assured and he stopped and climbed up to her and kissed her lips slowly.

"We don't have to do this all tonight." he said and she pouted.

"I know, I just...I want you so bad." she explained in a little whine and he kissed her pouty lips.

"I do too, angel. But I don't want to hurt you. If it hurts please tell me." he said softly and she swallowed hard.

"How about we kiss while you try again?" she asked and he nodded. It helped her a lot when he was up there with her, talking to her, encouraging her. After a few more tries he was able to get in further and despite her discomfort at this new feeling she assured him to go on.

"They're halfway in, that's plenty to open you up a little more." he assured her as he pumped them in and out a few times and she nodded, "Is that OK?"

"Stings a little." she confessed.

"I'm sorry, baby. Should I stop?" he asked again and she assured him that she didn't want that.

"It's not bad, just different." she explained, her voice pinching a bit and he hummed in understanding. Three fingers was a bit thicker than his cock, so at least he knew his cock wouldn't hurt her.

"If anything bothers you or hurts please tell me." he reminded her and she nodded. He started to rub his thumb into her clit and she relaxed a little more and she whimpered softly and he hummed, "There we go." he encouraged her and she moaned a little louder now as the discomfort subsided a bit more and she started to buck her hips along with his movements, "That's it, baby, that's it." he hummed and she gasped as he got in a bit deeper.

"I'm getting close." she whined, "Wanna come around you, not your fingers." she said against his lips and he nodded.

"OK, baby.” He replied, acknowledging her request. Her hands were already wandering down the front of his hoodie and quickly were at the waistband of his shorts. Her fingers traced over the elastic, tickling his skin every now and again before wandering further down to palm and run over his erection. He sighed against her mouth as she added a bit more pressure.

“Can’t wait to feel you.” She whispered and his eye fluttered closed as he moaned. His hips shifted and rutted against her hand all on their own. He was so turned on and eager to feel her for the first time. He had been imagining it for a while and as much as he wanted to just lose himself in the moment he wanted to ensure that he remained focused and mindful of her now that he knew just how much she trusted him.

“If you keep talking like that I’m gonna last all of 30 seconds.” He mumbled against her lips as he chuckled and she grinned.

"30 seconds?!" she laughed and he nodded.

"Already gonna be pushing it with this being our first time together. Don't want to make it worse." he said and she shook her head.

"Already told you, it's us, so it's going to be wonderful and I don't care about anything else." she said and he smiled. Harry was a professional over-thinker, if he could get paid for it he would and this was a prime example of how it would start. But something he really loved and appreciated about Y/N was her ability to talk him down from it, even now, when it was one of her big firsts and he was the one getting in his head about it.

"You're right." he smiled, "Let me grab a condom." he said and she nodded. He tore off his hoodie as he made his way to the bathroom and she did the same, also getting her bra off and then leaning back.

It's not like she wasn't a bit nervous, she had heard horror stories before of people bleeding or hurting so bad they cried and those were at this very moment coming to mind, but she just took a few deep breaths and shook it off. Harry was caring and gentle with her, he was patient and even went as far as preparing her a bit for this and her want for him outweighed everything else. So when she felt his weight dip the mattress she shot up pulled him down a bit to kiss him and he moaned into it. She could hear the wrapper of the condom crinkling about as his shaky hands tried to get it open.

"Got it." he said quietly when he finally opened it and she settled herself back against a pillow. Everything Harry did was attractive, even now as he carefully rolled the condom over his shaft. She bit her lip as it seemed to be a relatively tight fight. The thicker band of latex at the end of the condom seemed to indent just a bit around his girth.

"Are you sure that fits you? It's not uncomfortable?" she asked and he chuckled.

"Yeah, baby and no, it's not. S'supposed to be a little snug, can't have it slipping off during. And if it were too tight it'd start to ride up a bit until it rolls off, so this is good." he assured her and she nodded in understanding. Well, he should know, she thought to herself. He then reached beside her and pulled down one of the pillows, "Gonna put this under your hips." he said and she arched up to him slide it under.

"What for?"

"That spot inside that you like me to reach when I use my fingers," he said, "Want to get there so you can definitely feel good." he said and she nodded as he came closer and then lowered himself over her, "You alright?" he asked quietly and she nodded, "Not nervous or anything?"

"A tiny bit, but I know you'll take good care of me." she responded and he nodded.

"I will, baby. I don't want to bombard you with questions, so if you want something different or something's not feeling comfortable or good just tell me, OK?" she nodded, "And well, inversely, if something feels really good and you like it or if you want more you can tell me too." he said with a smile, "Y'know I like to hear all your pretty sounds." he said and she smiled.

"Kiss me." she adjourned and he leaned in and molded their lips together delicately. As their kiss went on he guided her left leg over his hip, opening her up a bit more and this allowed her to feel the full weight of his cock over her vuvla. His hips started to buck against her swollen and wet pussy, they could hear how wet she was for him, "Oh..." she moaned as the tip started to nudge into her clit over and over, making her grind up against him to increase the friction until she was digging her fingernails into his biceps as her body started to tense up, "I-I'm going to come!" she gasped and he bit his lip and started rutting faster, his own body became riled up at the friction and just how easily she had been built up. With a stream of moans she was withering beneath him as his grinding slowed in pace as to not overstimulate her, "Oh my god..." she panted through a chuckle and he grinned, "Sorry, I didn't mean too."

"Well, it's better if you're this relaxed." he assured and she smiled up at him as he shifted his hips down and gently pressing forward as his tip slipped down towards the dip of her entrance. She could feel his tip just crowning at her opening and she bit her lip at the feeling. The anticipation was growing inside of her rapidly, "Is this alright?" he asked and she nodded her eyes locked on his, "Gonna start pushing in, OK?" he warned her.

"OK." she whispered, voice hitched with nerves before she glanced up to the ceiling and picking a spot to focus on. A soft touch to her cheek pulled her focus back.

"Baby, look at me." he implored and her eyes fluttered back into his, "Right at me, baby." he insisted and she took a deep breath and nodded up at him and he took that as his permission to start pushing into her and her mouth immediately fell open as he breached her entrance and she gasped, immediately tensing up at the somewhat foreign feeling. He wasn't moving or anything, just giving her time to adjust. "Are you OK?" he asked and she nodded.

"Yes, it's alright." she responded, "S'just different." she said, voice a bit strained, "Keep going." she said and he nodded and continued moving forward gently and slowly. Harry moaned at the warmth and tight fit around him as Y/N slightly hissed at the slight discomfort, but his intrusion was welcomed and everything he had done beforehand had definitely made this easier on her. The discomfort didn't last more than a few seconds; that is until he was fully sheathed inside of her and she gasped, "Oh my god!" she winced and he tightened up his jaw, fighting every instinct inside of him that begged him to start moving, "Y-you're so deep!" she whimpered and he nodded.

"I know, baby." he responded breathily.

"Does it feel good for you?" she asked and he nodded quickly.

"Yes. So fucking good. You're so good, baby." he strained out and she smiled slightly. After holding himself inside for a bit she told him to move.

Harry's thrusts were gentle and slow, this was to both of their benefits. He ended up continuing on his knees as this gave him a better range of motion and allowed him to control his thrusts better and also to let his thumb start to rub over her clit. After some moments of this she started to moan as the pleasure started to build. She felt so full and he was right, his cock was hitting that spot that made her see stars, she could feel him nudging and rubbing into it until her legs were quaking and her her breathing was ragged. Their free hands were joined and their fingers intertwined, she was squeezing his for dear life as she got closer and closer. Her back arched and her legs stiffened as the feelings started to build to impossible ranges. She felt like she would explode as the sounds of pleasure continued to pour out of her.

"A little faster. Please!" she keened and he listened, picking up his pace just a bit more. She groaned out his name as her back arched, this was exactly what she needed and it was making her vision go blurry as the pleasure started to expand through her body deliciously.

"Oh god, can feel you're getting close." he swallowed hard and she nodded, "Come for me, baby." he panted and she nodded and whimpered as the feeling started to burn through her as she cried out his name and trembled beneath him.

Harry moaned and fell forward, his mouth fell open as he breathed hard and grunted as her orgasm pushed him over the edge. Her arms hugged around his back as her legs squeezed around his hips, pulling him in closer. Their eyes met, hers all glossed over and hazy as he started to come undone. His thrusts got a bit harder and erratic as he lost all of his control as his orgasm blazed through his body. He moaned into her mouth as her nails raked down his back hard, "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he moaned with her and then stilled deep inside of her, making her gasp as he started to spill inside the condom. Immediately, their lips met in a frantic kiss, even if they were in dire need of air, this seemed more important.

"Love you." he panted, "I love you so much." he repeated and she smiled against his lips as their eyes blinked open again, "I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you another time but-"

"I love you too, Harry." she cut him off and he smiled.

"Yeah?" he asked for reassurance and she nodded, the tears that had been welling up her eyes finally escaped and he reached up with one of his hands to wipe them away. He was starting to soften up and he decided to stay inside until he was softer to avoid any further discomfort for her, "Are you OK? Was that alright for you?" he asked cautiously and she nodded.

"It was good." she smiled, "Really good. Best I ever had." she joked and he giggled and shook his head. "Thank you for making it good for me and checking on me." she said, "And you had nothing to worry about, you lasted." she said and he laughed softly.

"That was five minutes at most." he said and she looked shocked, "But thank you for the confidence boost." he said with a grin and she kissed his lips again.

"No way... So what's the usual time you...go for?" she asked and he chuckled.

"At least fifteen minutes or twenty minutes. On a really good day." he said with a chuckle.

"That's a long time!" she gasped.

"It's... respectable." he said and she giggled.

"Well, whatever it is I can't wait to try more things with you, baby." she smiled and he grinned upon hearing this from her.

"I can't either. Thank you for trusting me with this, I'm happy it was me." he said quietly and she smiled up at him before they kissed for a bit more until he was able to pull out of her without too much discomfort on her end.

Harry then made sure to clean her up with a nice warm rag and brought her some water and helped her get dressed before they settled into bed. They were cuddled close together as his hands caressed her body soothingly as she curled into his chest. She felt so good, she couldn't stop smiling as she started to doze off as he played with her hair. Her vision was blurring as she succumbed to the warmth he provided her and the last thing she heard before giving in to her exhaustion was a whispered "I love you" that carried into her dreams of him and everything that they could be.

#writing #harry x y/n #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles reader insert #harry x virgin reader #harrys tyles fluff #harry styles smut #boyfriendrry #boyfriend harry #virgin Y/N #harry styles one shot #0nlythrowharrybeaux #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles fan fic

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hopefulromantic1 · 3 months

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Well, here I go. I've had time to process the chapter, almost a week without knowing where to start and what to write.

I say the strength of this chapter lies in 3 things: BelliSis' 🍒, Trent with braids and that man's pretty mouth.

“Don’t stop,” he said when you paused, encouraging you with a little tap to your butt once more. You giggled at his request and leaned in to kiss him once more. You thought he’d kiss back but he just let you kiss him over and over - you pecked his lips a few times, you kissed him softly a couple times but he didn’t even open his eyes. He just laid there with a little smile on his lips and let you kiss him. — This scene is so sweet, that man just wanted to be spoiled by his girl. Trent just wanted sweet kisses before he had to get out of bed.

“Yup, my girl gets what she wants,” he grabbed your ass in his hands and kissed you. You smiled against his lips, fighting a grin at his comment. — My goal is to get a man who is as accommodating to me as Trent is to BelliSis.

“You are so beautiful,” he spoke, totally mystified. — There is something so powerful about this scene. It's tender yet hot because Trent is fascinated by BelliSis, he doesn't want to rush into her, but at the sight of her tits all rational thought escapes his head.

“I thought you liked me,” you continued to frown, unable to not feel a bit rejected. — I love how Trent cares about BelliSis getting pleasure and doesn't mind putting off his own to make it special for her. Although I did feel bad that our girl felt slighted even though it wasn't Trent's intention.

“Absolutely not, these are mine,” he kept his hands on your boobs, swiping his thumbs over your nipples. — It's a good thing Trent thought it through and didn't let BelliSis go topless because I'm sure Jude's friends would have loved to see BelliSis topless.

“You have me, Jude and dad - if you need a man to help you with stuff you have us, we can move furniture, change tyres, pick you up late - you don’t need a boyfriend,” — I would have broken Jobe's heart, explained to him why I need a sister needs a boyfriend and where babies come from so he has the full picture of why BelliSis needs Trent.

“When was your last relationship?” He continued to push the serious topic under the Los Angeles sun. — I'm not going to let this slutty man, push the body count agenda on our girl. If this was real life and some man tried to find out how many men I've been with before him I'd kick his ass. Especially knowing that this slut was already fantasizing about our girl even though he was in a relationship, I don't give a fuck that his relationship was in a "bad place" and almost at the end. Obviously you'll have a bad relationship if you're slutty man. 🤬 🤬 🤬🖕

“I want your cock in my mouth,” you boldly told him, your inhibitions gone with the rage of sexual tension. — BelliSis is a much better woman than me because after that attempted body count agenda, I would have left this man with nothing. It would have been the end of whatever we had at the time.

Trent looked down at you with wide eyes but they almost popped out of his head with you spit on his cock and stroked his cock with your perfect boobs. — This is why our partners should never try to put us in a bad mood, they would miss out on these things. Women do these kinds of wonderful things.

“Remember when I said you could move in? I think you should seriously consider the offer,” he squeezed you against him. — I think after Trent got his 🍆 between BelliSis' 🍒, Trent seriously considered getting down on one knee right there and proposing. Trent just didn't do it so he wouldn't look like a weirdo. We know how fast Trent moves because PM Trent was already dreaming of taking his kids to school and he hadn't even asked y/n to be his girlfriend at the time.

When you came back you held up the durag for his hair to show him. — I think this was a very sweet ending, it shows the genuine concern our girl already feels for Trent, even if it's just in things like helping him take care of his hair. It would be funny to read that Trent gets a haircut and BelliSis doesn't know it. They both have a date and Trent has his back to her, so BelliSis doesn't recognize him because she's looking for her sexy man with braids. When Trent turns around, BelliSis sees that where her handsome man should be standing, there's a guy with a really bad haircut.

That's all! I'll read you later! 💋

thank you for your review !

all the bedroom stuff ; yeah T is obsessed and in love 🤣 this is the girl of his dreams right in front of him topless - he doesn't know what to do with himself. Boys like to be given princess treatment too sometimes! Baby boy just wanted to lie there and be kissed on and loved up

He definitely got possessive and jealous when asking her about her exes - not really to body check her but more in a he wants to be the only one and there are in a shaky situation where he won't be there in person when they separate (and they are not actually in a relationship right now) so he's worried

and yes - T forgot all about his worries when y/n took matters into her own hands and her own 🍒

with his hair - exactly, it's a love language. I honestly don't know if I'll be writing into the story he cut his hair 😭 I feel like I might leave it because the hair thing is part of their bond

#trent x bellingham sis

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disclaimer; smut. fem!reader x eddie munson.

summary; fem!reader Y/N is required to do a partner assessment project on a student she hates, none other than Eddie Munson.

author's note; another short(ish) fic. i hope you guys enjoy this one !! i have more in the vault, and other stories coming out in a matter of days. i also plan on making mini imagines too, those should be up this week! and of course, as always, so sorry for the weird spacing !!

You had been a popular girl at Hawkins since before you could remember. As a child, it was beauty pageants, local commercial acting, getting dolled up for just about any camera that came your way. As a teenager, it was cheerleading practices, more beauty pageants, and forced smiles for anybody who asked even slightly polite. It wasn't that you necessarily hated your life this way, because you didn't, you just didn't entirely know who you were. You were sure this happens to every teenager though, identity crises left and right, but you never talked about that to your friends. It was still a subject you couldn't really bring yourself to talk about, the same way every teenager probably was. You'd genuinely never met anybody who talked about it, but seen it happening first hand. Kids you knew for years in the same popularity group switching up and doing things like photography or band, dressing differently, acting differently. It was the only reasonable explanation, in your mind.

It didn't matter where you were, it felt like cameras were on you at all times. Your parents taking videos at cheer in current times the same way they did at pageants before, people wanting your autograph because you lived in such a small town being in a few commercials practically made you famous there and cameras followed you in that sense, at school with your friends. It didn't matter. Ever since the Model 95 came out, everybody was obsessed. Only higher class people had polaroid cameras, though, as they were hard to come by and also expensive for film and everything of the sorts. That didn't stop them from being pointed in your face any chance you turned around.

Maybe you did hate it. You couldn't find a way out of it most days.

And this pageant would be no different. You'd flutter your eyes at the cameras some, smile, model walk, and step down. You would stare at every other girl around you, and wonder if they felt the same way. Maybe if you got enough girls that were living their mother's dreams and tired enough of doing so, you could revolt, demand for your lives back. But these girls looked happy to be there. You couldn't say you felt the same. Ever. You were never happy to be doing this shit. And truth be told, you had asked your family thousands of times to quit cheerleading, maybe quit the pageants, but they never allowed you to do so. They had you on a strict diet, strict routine, and even stricter schedule. Anything that went outside of their agenda, even if it wasn't around them, was reported to them and you were thoroughly punished for it.

You were popular, but didn't have much of a social life. School ended, cheerleading practice began, and after that ended, pageant practice began. Your whole life surrounded school, and fucking beauty pageants. You hated it.

You did have two best friends out of the whole cheerleading squad though, Chrissy Cunningham and Leah Smith. They were also two very popular girls, one with a genuine heart and one faker than the plastic on the ground. You did genuinely love Chrissy, but with Chrissy came Leah. They were an unfortunate package deal you simply could not separate. All girls in high school flocked like this, too, like a swarm of fruit flies that would not separate for a second. You were apart of the swarm, as much as you wouldn't admit that to yourself.

This day was no different. Chrissy was in the bathroom checking her makeup and talking about Jason in circles, Leah would pretend to listen while you actually did listen, and you would be stuck like this.

"Jason got me flowers the other day," Chrissy smiles, looking at herself in the reflection of the mirror, "it's just crazy to me that I was lucky enough to meet him." She continues to put on this gloss for her lips, smiling at herself with little glimpses.

"Chrissy, you've talked about it like seven hundred times," Leah starts. You weren't going to allow her to ruin how happy Chrissy was though. You were the balance between the two of them, the serenity that kept them from ripping each others' head off.

"Which is okay. I love hearing about how happy he makes you," You say. smiling at her as you fix your makeup as well. Leah sighs, and rolls her eyes.

"Why don't you get a boyfriend, Y/N?" Leah asks. This was an everyday conversation you couldn't escape. They were always curious about your nonexistent dating life and everything surrounding it, it was like the girls at this school were only destined to be girlfriends.

"Don't have the time, Leah," you bite back, putting emphasis on her name the same sarcastic ass way she did with yours. You secretly hated her. But again, Chrissy and Leah were a package deal and you can't separate a package deal still expecting the deal. And you really did keep the two of them level. The way you seen it, maybe you weren't too much better than Leah.

"Oh, don't even get me started!" Chrissy jokes.

"The pageants, the cheerleading, the parents," Leah sums up.

"Yeah, just about," you chuckle. Oh, the life.

"We need to find you some dick," Leah laughs, completely ignoring your comment. She irked the deepest parts of your soul so unintentionally it should be criminal.

"Honestly, I'm good."

"Are you?" Chrissy laughs. She knew how much of a hopeless romantic you were. In reality, you'd love a companion, but you were right about time management and also, your parents would never allow it. It just wasn't expected, and for sure wasn't allowed. But nobody listened to that. Your parents had witnesses everywhere.

"No, but you know how it is."

"Your parents are weird." Leah says, as if you didn't already know that.

"Yeah. Very." Chrissy agrees. You just nod. You often wondered how they lived so perfectly, how you wished you could be them even for just a day.

While you were lost in thought, the bell rings, indicating the start of another class period.

"Shit, I can't be late again. Johnson will have my head," Chrissy speaks, rushing to grab her bag and put her gloss inside of it. Leah agrees.

"Me too, last time he told me if I was late again he'd give me a detention. Do you know how bad my parents would absolutely slaughter me?"

"Probably not worse than Y/N's." Chrissy laughs, sparking a laugh out of you as well.

"Love you girl," Chrissy says.

"You too." You smile. And with that, the two girls were exiting the bathroom, leaving you alone in there. You stared at yourself for a brief second longer, wondering how much longer you'd have to deal with this. You hated this life, the way that you were living your parent's dreams instead of your own, being forced to deal with the darkness high school had to offer. You hardly had time to think before the second bell rang, making everybody who wasn't in their classes late.

You made your way to your third period class, despite being late, trying to push back every single thought you possibly could despite how hard it was. You were ready to break down and cry, your emotions won you over in such a negative way. But you couldn't. You couldn't allow people to see you like this, not right now at least. Maybe you'd have some big public meltdown, and people would care to take notice. But until that point, you were just another pretty face for the cameras.

You entered your class, staring at your teacher.

"Late again, Y/N? Take a seat," Mr. Tinkham says. You nod, taking a seat. "Today, I want to talk to all of you about a project," he continues. Everybody sighs, getting irritated at the idea of a project so close to the end of the school year.

"I will be pairing you up into groups of two, and you will be doing a assessment on the other person. Expect to be paired with the least expected people, as this is the perfect project for that. No whining, either, everybody here is a person and should be treated as such." He paces in the classroom, talking as he does so. He ignores the sighs around him, continuing to pace as he speaks. He frequently did this, pacing was a way for him to speak without messing up his words. He told everybody that at the beginning of the school year.

He begins listing out names, starting with a few different students before leading to you. You and Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson was a freak in the high school, and you didn't need to interview him or whatever to know so. Everybody already did. He had a whole outburst closer to the beginning of the year where he stood on a table and freaked out at everybody, every group of people, including yourself. He was weird, satanic, and all sorts of freaky. This couldn't have been a worse pick on behalf of Mr. Tinkham. Also, your parents would rather be caught dead before seeing you with anybody even slightly resembling Eddie Munson.

You waited for class to finish before you approached Mr. Tinkham.

"Listen, I can't work with Eddie, my parents-"

"I said no whining, Miss Y/L/N and I meant it. The decision, and partner selection, is final."

"You don't get it, my parents-"

"Done, Miss Y/L/N. You're excused."

You tried to reason with him some more, but it was endless. You could go on for hours and hours, and his decision wouldn't change. That was the thing about that specific teacher, he had that way to him. Nothing you could do would steer his intentions, which was brutal for you. He explained that it was worth a final grade, and that if he thought you did good enough, you wouldn't have to take the final. This was good because it would be one less final to worry about, and the mention of the project excited you, but it was an awful partner selection and you simply couldn't ignore that. Your parents for sure would not ignore that.

You leave his classroom, despite the outcome, and Eddie is waiting for you outside of your classroom.

"So what'd he say?" He asks, teasing you lightly as he does.

"Leave me alone Eddie," you said. You ignore him, trying to shove past him.

"Wow, okay, well we're project partners ya know" he states the obvious. You try to ignore him again, but to no avail, as he continues pushing your buttons.

"Look, I'll give you a piece of paper, just write some shit about yourself and give it back to me. I promise I'll make you sound so cool, just leave me alone." You didn't want to be so rude. But if your parents somehow got wind of this, they'd literally kill you. It wasn't worth all the fuss that would happen, had they found out. You rip a piece of paper out of your notebook and hand it to the taller man, who literally takes it and rips it up.

"Sorry doll, but that's not an honest grade! Looks like you're stuck with me."

"Since when do you care about an honest grade? Middle school?"

"I actually want to graduate this year."

"Yeah, bullshit Munson. Is this just some attempt to get in my pants? Because it isn't going to work, you know how strict my parents are." You open your locker, and the door blocks him. He steps around it to resume eye contact.

"I'm serious. '86 is my year, baby!" He smiles, raising his hands in the air and looking upward to seem more optimistic about his significantly low chances of graduating. This was probably an easy grade for him. You simply hated being around him, though, he was weird and super upfront, and often times abrasive. Truth be told, he couldn't care for you either. You were the center of everything he hated: popularity, parties, and cheerleading.

"I'll do the project for you," you agree against your will, "but it has to be here. You can't show up at my house like you did when I was a kid. This time, my dad will actually kill you." When you were kids, Eddie showed up at your house with a handful of handpicked flowers from his backyard. You thought it was cute, but your dad basically had a conniption so gruesome you could see a few veins pop out on his shiny bald head. Your mom cried for hours. Truth be told, you agreed only because you did want to see Eddie graduate. You wanted to see him overcome this school, and overcome the hate, despite how much you hated him.

He jumped around all giddily, practically thanking you on his hands and knees as he did so. He even bowed to you, the same way you'd imagine he'd done for his stupid game. You just lightly nodded back, and sent him on his way.

Not long after, Leah and Chrissy approach you with ill intent. They seen you talking it over with Eddie Munson, and instantly felt obligated to warn you, or try to stop you, as if it was anything other than some dumb high school project. You hated when they would feel so inclined to go in your business like that, it felt like you were talking to your parents all over again.

"When we said you needed a dick, we didn't mean that one." Leah says, appearing shocked, "like really girl? Eddie Munson?"

"Leah, its for a school project."

"Y/N, we're just trying to warn you. You might think it's a project, but he probably thinks its some sort of satanic sacrifice. Watch out girl, seriously!" Chrissy joins in. You could tell she only had the purest heart when it came to warning you about him, that's just the way she was. She was so pure, and so kind, she only worried about you. You just nod in response, indicating for them to leave you alone about the subject, but they continue.

"Y/N and Munson, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Leah laughs. You roll your eyes out of genuine annoyance and cringe, because she just had that affect on you. In the meantime, Jason Carver comes over and swoops Chrissy off the ground into a tight embrace.

"Hey girls," Jason says.

"Hey, Jay!" Leah smiles, fluttering her eyes as she did so. She always did this around Jason, and you thought it was super weird but Chrissy didn't seem to be too bothered by it. She has security, and knew that Jason only wanted her, which must've been such a good feeling to have considering it was all false. Jason had been cheating on Chrissy since middle school, and she just seemed completely oblivious to it. That, or perhaps she just couldn't be bothered to care.

"Hey Leah," he smiles back at her, sweeping her under his embrace too. He never bothered to acknowledge you anymore, and that was a mutual thing, and to be expected, ever since you found Leah and Jason screwing in the bathroom like rabbits. You promised Leah you'd never tell, which bothered you because you didn't care for Leah anywhere near as much as you did Chrissy, but it was a matter of keeping the peace. You loved Chrissy, but waited for the right time.

"Okay, I'm gonna go to my next class if this little love-making session is over." You say, closing your locker and walking off.

* ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ *

The project required a list of things. You had to basically interview the other person involved, while also making an assessment out of it. You were to analyze their qualities, their life, their decisions, their personality, everything. It was supposed to be a visual aid just as much as a written assessment, whatever that meant.

You met Eddie near the woods of the school, shortly behind the building. In it was a picnic table, and a bunch of trees. This was perfect for Eddie Munson, and the vibe he carried on his back. You waited for a few moments, telling your parents the truth about the project. They surprisingly understood, probably because you didn't mention it was with Eddie, but instead with Chrissy.

"Hey doll," you hear from behind you. It was finally Eddie Munson, showing up fashionably late per usual.

"Hey! And don't call me that." You respond.

"I'll try to remember that, given I'm just such a flirt and all. Its my charisma."

"Uh huh," he was kind of correct about being charismatic. He had a way to him, and always had. It was kind of weird to you, that somebody that weird could also be that charming the more you spoke to him. You assumed it was some satanic magic or something.

"So we get to assess each other, huh?" Eddie asks.

"Don't make it weird. I'm just gonna ask you questions and bring something that reminds me of you. Something easy, something we don't have to communicate over, and most importantly, something quick. Right?"

"Well, no. I'm not letting you go that easy. Honest grade, right?"

"Fine," you say. He was still standing up and slowly pacing at this point. He smiles and nods, placing his hand over his chin for a brief moment. You could tell he was thinking of something creative, given his stance.

"Come over," he says.

"Does that normally work?"

"Oh, all the time," he laughs, "but seriously. All business, no pleasure. How's it sound? Just you, the cheerleader Y/N Y/L/N, and the freak Eddie Munson? Nothing better than it." He places his hand out for you to grab, standing in front of you as he does so.

"Sure, but only for the project." You take his hand, and stand up with him. He smiles at you, lifting you up as he holds your hand in his.

"To the van!" He states, letting go of your hand to lightly flail his arms in a slow upward motion to indicate his van was anything better than rusted scrap metal on some wheels. He walks ahead of you, leading the way to his van through the wooded area.

You finally get to his van, and without exchanging another word, take the back. You couldn't risk having your parents see you, or any of those spies they have that could see you. Eddie gives you a weird look, sort of questioning why you weren't taking the passenger side.

"Can't risk having my parents see me," you say, "you know, with the freak and all."

"Fine, deal." He smiles back at you, opening the back van door for you before you step in.

You get in the van and wait for him to start the van. He finally does, allowing it to turn over before starting. You arrive to his trailer shortly after, entering the living room as he locks the door.

"Can I ask you something? You know, for the project of course." You ask.

"Yes,"

"Are you actually a satan worshipper?"

"If you have to ask the question, my response won't matter. Seriously, I don't even know how that rumor started." He states, stepping away from the now locked door. He approaches you on the couch you took a seat on, taking a seat next to you. He stares into your eyes, and you couldn't deny just how handsome he actually was anymore.

"Right, I'm sorry," You say, still staring into his eyes. You look away for a brief moment to break eye contact with him, flustered as you do so.

"Don't be," he looks away for a brief moment, too, before laughing quietly to himself. "No, it isn't true."

"I never thought it was you know,"

"You still had to ask though,"

"Because I was worried this was gonna be some virgin sacrifice. Maybe the girls got in my head or something."

"Woah, virgin sacrifice huh?" He laughs even harder now, staring at you as he does so.

"Yeah, I'm a virgin, what's so funny about it?"

"It wasn't that, it's the fact that you thought I was going to kill you over it. To be fair, still haven't decided. Don't take my kindness lightly." You laugh in response to him, and he joins the laughter. His laugh was genuine, you could feel the warmth from his voice as he giggled with you.

"So, time for the assessment," you ask, trying to change the subject before it became anything too flirty. You didn't want to flirt with him, and you didn't want him in that sense anyway. Leah and Chrissy were always getting on your case for not sleeping around with men but you couldn't be bothered to care less about the subject at hand.

"Right," he responds.

"You have any likes? Or dislikes?"

"Likes; guitar, metal, rings, Dungeons and Dragons. Dislikes; parties. And well," He responds like a jackass. He didn't seem serious about the project whatsoever. It made you wonder why you were even there, to listen to Eddie Munson state the obvious like you couldn't come up with these answers sitting alone in your room.

"Cheerleaders and jocks, we get it." You respond, irritated.

"At least you know," he laughs.

"You play guitar?" You ask, taking a notebook out of your backpack and a pen to join it.

"I do,"

"Play me something." You state, looking away from your notebook to look him in his eyes.

"Woah, really?" He asks, instantly getting excited. You nod, and he stands up, rushing to his room before coming back. He steps outside of his room whilst standing in the door way, looking at you with his guitar strapped over his shoulder.

"This is my sweetheart," he smiles at the guitar, admiring its beauty. He strums a chord you've never heard, but it sends a chill down your spine nonetheless. You open the notebook, taking your pen in hand and jotting some notes.

- Calls his guitar 'sweetheart'.

"It looks beautiful," you said, admiring the guitar with him. He nods, explaining that it took him forever to save up for, and that it was his prized possession.

- Prized possession: guitar he saved up for forever

He begins strumming his guitar in front of you, playing a song you had never heard of. You wished in the moment you knew it, how you'd love to sing it with him. But he just silently strummed, producing such sweet sounds as he did so.

His ringed fingers began to dance around the chords with one hand, using his other hand to hold his guitar pick to strum alongside the other hand's movements.

He was so peaceful, staring down at his hands as he played.

You begin jotting more notes, as your pen meets the composition book paper and traces words.

- He looks ...almost captivating. He holds peaceful movements as he watches himself play.

"This is amazing, Eddie," You say, continuing to watch him as he plays his beau. After he finishes, he quickly says, "thank you" before walking towards you and handing you the guitar.

You had absolutely no idea how to play. As a matter of fact, you didn't know how to play anything with strings. You had tried once in your prime childhood, the violin, but failed. You immediately became stressed as he handed it to you, wanting to impress him the same way he did you, but not knowing how to.

"I've never played," you state.

"I was sort of hoping you'd say that. Sit in front of me." He sits on the floor, leaving room in between his legs for you. You join him, with his guitar draped over your shoulder. He places his arms around yours, intertwining your fingertips over the chords to hold you steady. He begins showing you all the important keys, holding your fingers on the neck of the guitar as he helps you strum. He was holding you so perfectly as he taught you how to play. You continue playing with him, strumming in silence with him for a brief moment before standing up and handing him his guitar back. He smiles at you, still sitting down as he makes eye contact with you. He gets up, grabs his guitar, and places it back into his room.

He enters the living room once more, and you continue taking notes.

- He taught me how to play today. I now know all of the basic chords, he's a lot sweeter than people expect him to be.

"I should get going," you say, standing up before placing your notebook back into your bag. He smiles at you once more before nodding, "okay. It was good to see you."

"Yeah, you too. Genuinely." You offer a smile back at him, walking out of his door before he could say another thing. It seemed to be a mutual decision, because the door was closed behind you just as quick as you exited. You were kind of disappointed with that, but didn't allow yourself to care that much.

You made your walk home, knowing it may take a while before you'd get home. When you finally made it home, your parents stood waiting for you, ready to talk about more pageants.

* ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ *

Hours passed through the night of you just staying awake, tossing and turning. You didn't know what else to do, you were so lost in thought. For once in your life, you thought Leah and Chrissy must be right. Something about the way he presented himself earlier really spoke to you. He was something really different. You couldn't imagine Eddie as something other than the freak persona he put on. You sat up, and rushed over to your backpack and looked at the notes you placed in your notebook. You had only four things written down, but proceeded to write a rough draft for what you did learn.

My partner assessment project is on none other than Eddie Munson himself, a completely misunderstood individual. When you hear his name, you think satanism, everything that is wrong with the town, but he is the opposite of that. Upon assessing him, I found out he likes rings, metal, and Dungeons and Dragons. His prized possession is a guitar he calls "sweetheart", and he's amazing at what he does.

No, that was stupid. You knew you needed to get to his house as soon as possible, the only question was 'how?'. You walk to your window, hopping out of the second story before entering your car and driving to Eddie Munson's trailer. You weren't able to fully process it before you were leaving your home, but you couldn't do anything else.

The drive there was absolutely silent. It must've been two or three o'clock in the morning, so there were minimal cars out if any, and you were completely alone without a single thought. You weren't able to comprehend anything around you, the only thought was Eddie Munson.

Soon enough, you found yourself at his door. You begin knocking before your brain is able to fully process it.

"And to who do I owe the pleasure?" He asks, before even seeing it was you at the door, "oh, Y/N! What's up?" Once he realizes it's you, he changes his tone and smiles at you.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," you say, without a second thought, "I mean, for the project that is."

"Right, well let's continue?" He suggests, standing away from the open door as a signal to offer you inside. You nod, walking inside as he holds the door open for you. You go inside, and sit down on the couch in his living room. You pull out the notebook you brought, and stare at him as you stay seated. He proceeds to lock the door, and comes to sit down next to you.

"Tell me more about you."

"Well, I'm not a conflict person. That's why it's easier to just allow people to believe what they want about you. I usually present as something different, so people leave me alone."

"Makes sense."

"Do you ever wish you could just go, unseen?" He asks.

"Everyday of my life. I have cameras pointed in my face at all times, and I'm tired of it."

"Like this?" He asks, rushing to his room to grab his camera. You hated the idea of taking more photos, but it was the perfect idea for his project on you, so you allowed it. He steps out, taking a picture of you, before allowing the picture to produce on film. You smile at him.

"You just have to look at them differently," he says.

"How so?"

"Like there isn't people behind them. Or if there is, it's me."

"It's you? What do you mean?"

"When I take pictures, I don't do it the way they do. People like your parents, the commercial people, they're using you. It’s obvious. I take pictures to keep images of the things I admire." Your heart drops for a moment, fully processing what he just said. He walks over to you again, sitting next to you once more before pulling out his camera and flashing another picture. "Beautiful," he says once it processes.

Your pen meets paper once more, and you write:

- He takes pictures of the things he admires. He took pictures of me.

He stares into your eyes, shifting himself closer towards you as he brings himself in for a kiss. You agree silently, kissing him back as the two of you collide lips. Before you know it, you were making out, your tongues attacking each other as your lips left openings for them to do just that. He places his hand behind your head, deepening the already passionate kiss without breaking it. He continues to intertwine your tongue with his as you intertwine your fingers with his curly mane.

"Do you want to continue?" He asks.

"Please, Eddie" You say, your breath shifting as you crave him. You begin to ache for him in places you didn't think were possible.

"Just stop me if you need me to, okay?" He says genuinely. You nod frantically as he begins undoing your top and kissing down your neck. You moan for him quietly as he continues. You beg for more, and he gives you just that. He takes your bra off with one swift motion, and continues kissing, leaving hickeys in the only places the camera wouldn't catch. He places them down your chest as he goes. You moan for him, begging him for more. He stops momentarily to watch you beg for him, taking in the sight of your topless body for a brief second. He smiles for a moment, and says "hang on." He runs to his bedroom and brings out his camera.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" You laugh to him, using your wrists to cover your topless body as your hair spreads along the table you laid upon.

"I told you I liked taking pictures of things I admire, so I was wondering if maybe you'd let me take pictures?"

"Only for you?"

"Of course," he says with genuine tone, "only if you're comfortable,"

You thought for a brief second, and remembered how you wrote him in your notebook. He takes pictures of the things he admires. "He took pictures of me". Eddie was the first person you believed was genuine, everything about him was so rare to see in somebody. His humor, his sarcasm, his appearance, the way he just didn't care about what other people said. He was honest. Not to mention, he had always had that small crush on you. You nod, and smile at him.

"Do what you want to me," you say without a second thought, and pose for him. You begin taking off your pants for him, going back to holding your breasts afterwards. The camera began flashing on you, the same way it did before but this time felt different. Subconsciously, he made you feel so much better overall. He made the cameras you always felt on you feel more normal, exactly the way he suggested before. That was the whole reason you couldn't sleep that night, you just imagined him taking pictures of you. Maybe you had already thought about this.

"You're so beautiful," he praises, shuttering more photos by the second as you continued to pose for him. You had never felt more stunning in your entire life. For once, nothing else mattered. Not the pageants, not the popularity, not the phony best friends, absolutely nothing outside of you and Edward Munson, the boy you've known forever but never seen. Until now.

"Thank you," you chuckle quietly. He takes a few more pictures before setting the camera next to you and proceeding, unprocessed photos scattered everywhere. He kisses down your neck, and down your chest, before lightly caressing your breast with one had and kissing the other. He moves up, attacking your lips once more and colliding his tongue with yours between the open gaps of your mouths. He fiddles with your underwear as he continues. You reach for the camera in between pictures, and snap a couple, surprising the man you were kissing.

"Finally comfortable with cameras huh?" He jokes.

"Oh, shut up and continue!" you laugh in response, of course nodding at the same time to reassure him that he was the one making you so comfortable. He nods in unison with you, and continues taking your underwear off. He manages to flick the panties to the side with one finger, which definitely turned you on. You snapped a picture of him as he stared at you, possessively and with ownership smothering his face. You couldn't picture a hotter sight.

"You're so fucking hot Eddie," you gasp, as he begins going down on you. He proceeds to place his mouth over your center, licking your clit with a soft motion of his jaw and lips surrounding it. You begin to moan with pleasure, as loud as you possibly could without thinking a second thought.

"For us," you moan, as you grab the camera once more, and take a picture of him down on you. You place it back down, and arch your hips so he can attack your revealed center at a better angle. He continues, picking up his pace as he places small kisses and licks along your clit. You beg for him to go faster, but he refuses to listen, ultimately turning you on more.

"Don't demand, princess, that'll get you punished." He growls, going slower. You beg for him some more, pleading with him to fasten his pace, but he still disagrees. "Keep begging," he demands. You keep begging, like he demands. Begging and pleading with him, with little sweet cusses in between.

"Eddie please baby," you whined, and he listened, picking up his pace while tracing little circles over your clit. As he continues, you feel something you had never felt before. Your shoulders became tense, your core becoming increasingly hot by the second, a pit in your stomach building. The pressure around you was enough to send you spinning, your whole body became overwhelmed with an unbearable amount of pressure. You didn't know what it meant, but wanted more of it and fast. You begin crying out for him, moaning louder and louder as he continues.

The walls captivate your moans, and bounce them in between the barriers, mocking your moans in the form of an echo. You could almost guarantee neighbors heard you at that point. Before you know it, the pressure releases. The heat that built up in the pit of your stomach was drowned by a sweet numbing feeling attacking your core, and you can feel your legs shaking. Without even realizing it, you finish on him, pressing his head into your center as you do while moaning his name louder than you ever did before.

He looks up at you and smiles, "good girl". You breathlessly try to catch up with yourself, your lungs collapsing by the second as the sweat trickled down your body. You were in disbelief. He continues for a small moment, to try and help you catch up with yourself, and it works. He stands up, pulling you by your waist as a means to line himself up with your entrance. He smiles at you for one more brief moment.

"Remember, stop me if you need to, okay?" He says, momentarily breaking the possessive character he played.

"Of course," you respond.

He slowly pushes himself inside you, causing you to wince for a second. You never imagined Eddie Munson to be packing the way he was, but you weren't necessarily complaining. He continues nevertheless, going in still and slowly as he does. You moan for him, placing your hands on his chest as he continues to slowly thrust. You smile as you throw your head back for him.

"Faster," you demand. He listens, lightly picking up his pace but not enough to overwhelm you. You felt every inch of him inside you, your walls struggling to barely keep up with his length and girth.

"I could never get enough of this sight darling" Eddie moans, watching your naked body whiter and twist underneath him. He smirks over the sight of your body, kissing down your neck and leaving your body disheveled with goosebumps. You moan for him, applauding his length as you do so.

You were drenched beyond belief, and you felt the same pressure build up almost immediately.

"I'm gonna finish-" you start. You beg for him to go faster once more, and this time he does, picking up his pace as fast as his hips could thrust. You moan loudly for him, continuing to beg for him more as he goes. He thrusts faster, causing the same pressure to become stronger and bolder by the second. The same heat building from your core was back, along with the pit inside your stomach twisting inside of you. You began whining, finally making you release once more as he proceeds with his thrusts, this time with more force. Your moans were masking the skin clapping sounds the two of you produced, sweat colliding.

You thanked him as you finished beneath him, him not lasting long after. You felt him twitch and throb inside you, shooting his warm liquid as it seeps into the crevasses of your walls.

"Fuck, Y/N" he says, struggling to regain his breath as he pulls out of your core. He smiles at you as he pants, grabbing your hand and placing it over his chest to feel the beats. You laugh with him, as he flops next to you.

"That was amazing," he states.

"It absolutely was," you agree, sitting on his lap and grabbing the camera. He begins laughing again, jokingly begging you not to take pictures of him so disheveled, but you disagree. You continue taking small snaps of him, producing pictures by the second while the two of you share laughs.

Eddie stands up, rushing to his bedroom to toss you a Hellfire Club shirt and a pair of boxers. You smile at him as he holds the items in the doorway, sitting bare naked on his table. You nod, and he tosses you the clothes. You hurry to put on his outfit, admiring the way his shirt flowed just above your knees. He was just that much taller than you, which was absolutely perfect.

"Let's practice guitar again, sound good?" He smiles, rushing to his room to grab his guitar. He smiles, standing in his doorway with his beau strapped around his shoulder with praise. You enjoyed the sight of him, taking a picture of him as you did so. The photo printed, and developed right before your eyes. Christ, he was so handsome. You pulled out your notebook to write additional things;

- You can tell Eddie Munson has a huge heart. He has one of the most purest, untouched souls I've ever seen.

You slam the notebook back down, lifting your arms and extending your fingers to signify you wanted to hold it. He smiles, and nods at you. He walks over to you with his guitar, taking a seat on the floor before tapping the floor in front of him to mean he wanted you sitting in front of him.

"Deal," you say out loud. You sit in front of him, and he places the guitar over you. He hurries up, snapping a picture of the two of you behind the guitar before continuing.

* ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ *

The end of the night approached quicker than you'd hoped. He placed a few images of the two of you inside an envelope that he labeled with a heart, and placed it inside of your bag. You smile to him, kissing him before exiting.

"I'm gonna miss you," you spoke.

"Not more than I'm gonna miss you," he kissed you once more, before kissing you on the forehead. He hugs you tightly.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you say with heavy heart. He nods, and you exit.

The whole drive home, you thought about that project and what you were going to say. You had days to finish this project, but didn't think it would take days. You had assessed so much of him in such a small amount of time, and it lead to so much more. You felt so relieved, because everything felt so much better now that you met him. He made you feel so much better about cameras, and everything surrounding your messed up life. Whenever you were around him, your worries seemed to melt. He felt so natural, everything felt so natural. You truly felt something different for Eddie, and appreciated everything he did in such a short amount of time.

You managed to sneak back into your house successfully. Not a single thing was moved, or changed since you had left it. By now, the clock read 6:02am, meaning you needed to get ready for school and fast before your parents woke up to realize your situation. You didn't realize it, but you drove home in Eddie's Hellfire shirt and boxers, meaning your clothes were still at his house. You made a plan inside your head that consisted of hurrying up, changing, figuring out your hair, and rushing downstairs.

You managed to do so, greeting your parents in the kitchen as they made you (what they called) a well balanced breakfast. They always did that. They liked to keep count of what you ate for the sake of pageants, but you always thought it was so stupid, not to mention, absolutely infuriating. They controlled basically every aspect of your life without you even realizing it.

"Hey Y/N, didn't see you get home from that project you were doing?" Your dad questions.

"Yeah, I got home late! But you seen my car, right?"

"Of course, you must've been asleep." Your mom suggests, flipping the eggs over the stove as she does so. You felt bad for leaving them absolutely oblivious, but the less they knew the better.

"Yeah, I fell asleep kind of early." You respond, replaying the memories from a few hours previously. You smile to yourself, but shake it before your parents are able to catch it.

"So when is that project due?" Your dad asks.

"Three days from now, but I've pretty much got it all mapped out. The teacher really chose two best friends and expected me to not have it done. Easy A though, right?"

"Oh, for sure! You should still take the exam for extra credit!" Your mom happily says.

"I'll think about it,"

"No, it's your grades. You will do it." She demands, looking at you blankly as she spoke.

"Fine." You pause, grabbing your bag and exiting the house. Now was a bigger concern, you had to make it through the day without Chrissy nor Leah being suspicious. This was especially frustrating because you didn't quite know how you would fool them so easily, they would notice you were off today. It wasn't long before they began asking questions, and eventually figured out the story for themselves.

Nonetheless, you were on your way to school. The radio was off, the car was silent once more. The entire way to school you thought about this project, and thought about Eddie. The two of you had made plans before you left to meet up after school once more to finish the project, so you had that to look forward to by all means.

You finally arrive to the school and see both Chrissy and Leah waving you down, practically begging for your attention. The lack of sleep had already started to wear you down, stressing you out before you even entered the building. You park your car in the student parking, and then exit to meet the girls waiting for you.

"Hey girl, you look vibrant! Get some dick?" Leah asks jokingly. You were ready to sigh and roll your eyes before she even said anything, knowing exactly what she was going to say. But you refrained, and instead played nice to the backstabbing friend.

"No, just relieved this project is almost over. I was over at Eddie's last night and-"

"No!" Chrissy spoke, cutting you off, "you and Munson didn't..?"

"No! Absolutely not! Damn, it was just for a project." You said. You were upset that you had to lie, but nobody you knew would accept you and Eddie for what you were, so it was better to leave them questioning.

"If ya say so," Leah laughs.

"I didn't hook up with Eddie Munson!" You practically flip out at this point. The exhaustion from lack of sleep was already catching up, and it made you believe everybody around you believed something about you and Eddie. In reality, these were jokes, and nobody speculated anything, but it was impossible to convince your mind otherwise. It was like you were the only one stranded in this world, but there were ghosts around you laughing and pointing. It all felt so surreal. You knew it was just the tiredness making you paranoid, though, or at least you hoped.

"Geez, okay! I was kidding! But being defensive is only gonna convince me you are actually hooking up with Eddie Munson." Leah states. At this point, you didn't care how rude you seemed for doing so, you rolled your eyes and walked ahead of the girls for a moment, them still talking about how weird you were acting behind you. You weren't doing a good job at making them not suspicious, and you knew that. You also recognized that you proved your point, that it would only be a matter of time until they recognized something was off. It had barely been minutes and the two were already assuming things. The thought terrified you, and made you shake beyond belief.

You walk to your locker, placing some notebooks inside and taking some out before the envelope falls.

"Oh!" Leah smiles, reaching to pick it up.

"Don't! That's um, from my um, grandma!" You pause several times before continuing. You snatch it off the floor and place it directly into your bag. It was a close one for sure, but you thought for a brief moment that you had maybe passed it off.

"I wanna see what granny wrote!" Chrissy says. Suddenly, it feels like you're closed into a corner. You can't move, can't breathe, and can barely think. You needed to come up with an excuse for them not to see it, or for them not to want to.

"Oh please, this old thing?" You start, "it's nothing, really, she has dementia so she doesn't even know what she's actually writing. It's really just jibberish."

"But she knew to put hearts on it?" Leah asks, suspiciously.

"Clearly, Leah yeah!" You say sarcastically back. You were so tired of the poking and bantering, you didn't care what was to come from your attitude. Leah looked like she was ready to unleash, before Jason came over.

"Hey Jay!" Chrissy smiles, kissing his cheek before collapsing into his arms.

"Hey Jay-Jay!" Leah says more flirty. It was seriously a shock to you that Chrissy didn't know about her backstabbing best friend. But it wasn't your concern. You say your goodbyes to the girls, and then continue walking to your first period class. For once, it was best to not be late to every class. You wanted to stay on everybody's good side, especially if it meant you could stay in good graces while sneaking around with Eddie Munson.

Here is where you decided to finish your project. You didn't really have anything to do first period, given it was sort of a study hall, so this would be the absolute perfect place to do just that. You sit down at a random seat and pull out your notebook, completely ignoring the teacher as your pen meets the paper and you begin to write.

My partner assessment project is on none other than Eddie Munson himself, a completely misunderstood individual. At first, I was absolutely terrified. Everybody in this school has rumors about him, you've definitely heard them so I don't even need to mention them. He isn't what the people around this school say.

I met Eddie in middle school, and we were friends for a brief period of time. That was before I became popular, and he became a freak.

When you hear his name, you think some scary things, everything that is wrong with the town, but he is the opposite of that.

Upon assessing him, I found out he likes rings, metal, and Dungeons and Dragons. His prized possession is a guitar he calls "sweetheart", and he's amazing at what he does.

I could genuinely never imagine what this human being truly is. He is passionate, honest, kind-hearted, and gentle. He is a great person, and an even better friend. I've only spent two days with him, and that was enough to realize how true his heart actually is.

*my visual aid is a picture of Eddie's guitar, his prized possession*

It was perfect. Short, sweet and genuine just how Mr. Tinkham wanted. You knew you had to take the final anyway, so this was fool proof. You just wanted to impress Eddie, and show him how much he helped you. You really appreciated him, and appreciated the growth he helped you undergo in such a short amount of time. He said to change how you felt about cameras, and then changed it for you himself.

Now that the project was written and spoken for, you decided to take a nap in study hall. You were overwhelmed by lack of sleep, and decided to take advantage of the quiet in the room. You place your forehead on the desk, and pass out.

Not too long after, the bell rings, indicating the class ending. You immediately woke up, and exited, grabbing your bag and personal belongings before exiting the door. The girls were already by your classroom, with concerned faces. They automatically seemed worried, which frustrated you.

"Looks like somebody took a nap," Leah says. You must've had a mark on your forehead or something from when you laid down, but you couldn't care less.

"Yeah, didn't get a lot of sleep, I've been working on my project."

"The one with Eddie Munson?" Chrissy condescendingly asks. You were already irritated from lack of sleep, so Chrissy's nor Leah's dumbass comments were going to help with that already worsening mental state.

"Yes Chrissy, the one that my teacher assigned for me and Eddie to do together, the one I literally would not be doing if it wasn't worth a final grade. Now why does it fucking matter so much to you?" You walk off to your locker with a huff and a puff, lightly pushing the girls to the side to get your point across. You finally are at your locker, grabbing items for your next class and putting some away.

"Sheesh, what climbed up your ass and died?" Leah asks.

"I'm just tired," you sigh, face palming at her question. You walk away from them again to your next class, hearing them discuss how weird you were acting behind you. You couldn't care less about what they had to say. Your next class was the one with Eddie, and you were excited about seeing him. You enjoyed every second you could spend with him. You had to kind of keep it on the down low, especially if your parents had any suspicion about what you were actually doing.

You made your way to the next class, Mr. Tinkham's. He had assigned to work with your partners, but Eddie was late as usual. When he finally came in, he smiled at you. It made your heart melt, and a feeling of butterflies attacking your stomach. You were starting to feel so in love with him, and couldn't even begin to think about anything else. You hated it, because of how quick and easy you fell for him, but couldn't complain as the damage was already done.

"Hey, beautiful!" He smiles at you, taking a seat next to you.

"Hey handsome, how are you?" You ask, scooting your chairs and therefore your desks closer to each other. He begins to discuss how great he is, and how happy he's been since you came over the night previous, and it brings back the same feeling of butterflies and nausea from them. You were completely obsessed with any thought he had, listening intently about what he has to say.

"Look! I finished my project," you said.

"Let's see how you analyzed me," he states, putting his chin in his palms with his hands raised to act the same amount of intrigued as he actually was. You took your notebook out and showed him it, he begins smiling as he reads over it. This was perfect.

"I absolutely love it," he smiles. He did genuinely seem taken back in awe, his eyes fluttered with infatuation. Maybe he just had a hard time vocalizing it, but you could read it for sure. "Conveniently, I finished mine too!" He states, pulling his notebook out as well. His notebook was decorated in different skulls and crossbones drawings, sketches of guitars and lightning bolts. You adored that about him, he was very much the same as what he showed people, at least on the outside. The inside was a completely different story. You begin to read what he wrote, after complimenting the notebook.

My partner assessment project is on Y/N Y/L/N. She is a girl who shows her fears, but to the right person. On the outside, she's a girl who does a ton of beauty pageants, commercials for Hawkins, and a few other things. But in reality, she hates the cameras. Before this project, she didn't separate the cameras from the people and instead looked at the cameras like a horror movie. I've showed her otherwise, hence why my visual aid is these pictures.

She is a strong, down to earth individual who doesn't let anybody see that side of her. You're lucky if you get to see that side of her. She hides behind the popularity, because it's easier. But she doesn't show her worries, her concerns, anything.

She is a beautiful, incredibly talented individual and I personally feel like the world takes advantage of that.

Upon writing this assessment, I found that she likes me, playing guitar, (hopefully soon) Dungeons and Dragons, watching movies and writing. She loves writing more than anything. I've once read a novel she wrote in a notebook lying around (of course she didn't know she left it out) and it was incredible. She brings pictures to words, and plays a movie while you read. She is so talented. I hope she teaches me someday.

He then showed you the pictures he was gonna show. There were three: one with you and him playing guitar, one with you smiling when you first hung out with him, and another he took while you were writing. He really seemed to capture you in your best moments, and it made you so incredibly happy. You felt yourself blushing, and wanting him.

"This is beautiful," you state, "I love this."

"Thank you! I wrote it from the heart," he says.

"I can tell, I love it. I love you." You state before you can even process it. You couldn't think about anything else besides how much you cared for him, and how beautifully he wrote you.

"I love you," he says. That's when it hit. When you finally realized you said that to him. It still didn't matter to you, because you knew you meant it, but it was astonishing to hear him agree with you in that light. You kissed him, before you could even think about it, in front of everybody. There were gasps, there were loud sighs, everything.

Nothing felt more right in that moment. Not Chrissy, not Leah, not anybody. The bell rang shortly after, and the two of you decided to not go to the next class, but instead confirm what the two of you had.

You walk to a bathroom, one you could lock from the inside. The two of you knew exactly what was going to go down.

You both were barely able to lock the door, before he begins undoing your top and kissing down your neck. He trails hickeys down your neck and right to the top of the bra masking your breasts. You moan for him quietly as he continues. He takes your bra off with one swift motion, and continues kissing, leaving hickeys again on your breasts and neck the same way he had done before. You moan for him, begging him for more. He stops momentarily to watch you beg for him, taking in the sight of your topless body for a brief second. He smiles for a brief moment, and brings out his camera again. You laugh for him, posing once more.

"Do what you want to me," you smile again. You loved telling him this, because he always had the same reaction. His face lit up with lust while you sat on the bathroom sink for him, waiting for his next move.

"You're so beautiful," he praises, shuttering more photos by the second as you continued to pose for him. You strike the most seductive poses that come to mind, leaning your arms behind the sink with your bare chest exposed and even playing with your hair for the camera.

He kisses down your neck, and down your chest, before lightly caressing your breast with one had and kissing the other. He moves up, attacking your lips once more and clashing his tongue with yours between the open gaps of your mouths. He fiddles with your underwear as he continues. You reach for the camera in between pictures, and snap a couple. He finally takes your underwear off, and pulls you forward on the sink. He pulls his pants to his knees, and he lines himself up with your entrance, slowly going in at first before gradually picking up his speed. You moan for him, not too loud because the two of you were still closed in school walls, but loud enough to let him know you were all his.

"I'm all your's baby," you moan for him, as he pushes himself inside you faster. The sound of skin smacking radiated against the walls as the two of you continued, sweat trickling down your face and body as he continues. You had never felt so in love.

"Oh, I know princess," he spoke. He picked up his pace and you could feel that familiar feeling building up in the pit of your stomach. He had a way of making you build up quick with his thrusts. You beg for him to continue faster. He listens, picking up his pace. You moan loudly for him, this time completely disregarding the fact that you were in school.

“Eddie, I’m gonna finish-“ you whine, before doing exactly that. The pressure was relieved, the pit inside your stomach releasing, your legs twitching on the bathroom sink as you finish for him. You moan his name, gripping his hair as you do so.

He finishes shortly after you, ejaculating inside of you as he does so, moaning and grilling on the bathroom sink below you. You moan as he does so, and so does he. You smile at him as he tries to catch up his breath.

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