#this has been half done for a while now but finally pushed through once A Phantom Neuroma was all finished

[thesensteawitch]

Goodbye/Final Message From 2024!🎡💌🐝🐞

(A Detailed Reading!)

Pick A Pile Tarot

(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

Hello, Senstea Souls!

How have you all been?✨

This is a detailed energy check of 2024 and a final message from this year. As this is a collective reading take what resonates and leave what doesn't. ❤️

Also, if you wish to book a 2025 year ahead reading then you can either book a reading through the form linked below or DM me to get your slot booked.

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Here are the YEAR AHEAD READING SPREADS!

Pile 1

Tarot Cards- Page of Wands, The Fool, Knight of Swords, 5 of Cups, 5 of Wands, 2 of Wands

Animal Spirit- Elk, Spider, Beaver

Charms- Sun, Wheel

Hey, my beautiful pile 1! How have you been? It's been so long. Okay, so before beginning to read ask a ‘Yes or No’ question which will be answered further in the reading. 🌜

Now your reading begins!

I heard, “A friend to all is a friend to none. Chase two girls, lose the one.” Diamonds, Spider & Honeybee could be significant. ‘Peter losing Wendy?’ Peter Pan could be significant too. With the sun here, I feel the source of your light; your inner child was taken away from you this year. At least that's what you thought for most of the year, and you have grieved losing someone very dear to you. But 2024 wants you to know that no matter what you have done, this connection was doomed, or this person was meant to leave your life. I do see in your cards that you tried to look at things from a higher perspective to shift the energies so that this connection can be saved.

I hear, “Never be so kind, you forget to be clever.” Someone has really, really hurt you and, more than that, disappointed you. You wanted someone to be a part of your new beginning, but to begin with, they needed to end a stubborn fight too. This connection could only go this far, and now you're left with both happy and sad memories. Along the way you made some mistakes too or wrong judgments, but you were soon pushed toward your destined path. Someone around you or close to you also made some stupid moves and took some immature decisions that may have affected you very deeply. Nevertheless, what sets you apart is your willingness to learn and do right. You were selfless despite having made wrong decisions while the other was selfish. This connection once gave you so much happiness that you never imagined it was going to end one day.

2024 wants you to see the glass as half full; it wants you to remember the ways in which YOU have been blessed by the divine. Remember the good times and let go of the bad because you, darling, you've already cried enough. You've mourned so much that in 2025, the universe has no option but to bless you with the epitome of joy. If you ever sit and find faults in yourself, then 2024 wants you to know that you've done your best. You tried to do right by others but took some time to learn how to do right by yourself. 2024 brought so much protection your way that you have no idea about. If you've seen a lot of feathers this year, then know that was THE SIGN of divine protection from the forces that were working against you. You, my dear, were fighting a spiritual war. That's why you must have felt drained or have gotten sick from time to time. Even while exhausted, you didn't stop working on yourself and on your goals.

The divine is proud of you for making the best use of the resources you had. You've sacrificed so much to make your dreams come true, the results of which you'll see in 2025. I also feel that some people were not kind with their words. I also feel that someone has been trying to manifest you this year. And you know who this person is. Their ego has been too big to take action towards you, and they want you to make a move. But you being in the Empress energy knows their game but won't reach out, haha! This year you were building yourself and your career, but in 2025 you'll receive in abundance for your efforts and dedication pile 1. With the wheel here, I feel that this year you had to either move places or change your plans.

This constant need to realign yourself with your purpose did exhaust you but was trying to teach you an important lesson. That no matter what you do, the universe will never allow you to lose sight of your purpose because you're the chosen one. You don't get to choose now because you've already chosen this path too. This year really appreciates your selfless nature but wanted you to be reminded that takers have no limit, so learn to have strong boundaries. This year made you work relentlessly, not to punish you but because what you're about to grow needs a really strong foundation. Your creation is going to mesmerize the whole world and help the world in ways that even you're not yet aware of. So keep going. Keep listening to that gut feeling of yours! Your brain needed a lot of rest this year. Your emotions, resilience, and passion are what saved you.

Try to eat healthy and more consciously. I feel your eating habits need supervision. I know you had a lot on your plate, but keep going. This year your ego was also shattered, and as weeks passed, you became more humble than before. Life humbled you in ways that I know you're grateful for today. You've cried at night, asking why you are so alone. You tried finding evidence and making sense of what has happened to you or why people treated you the way they did. But as the year has reached its end, you've come to realize that it was a blessing in disguise. You needed to be alone. Rejection was protection. People leaving your life was needed. And now you've reached a state where you enjoy your solitude. You LOVE it. Because you've learned that the peace that you bring into your life isn't everyone's cup of tea. Those who can't fill their own cup can never fill the other person's either. You've come to learn all your lessons with grace. It was tough, but you did it, pile 1!

Here is your answer to the ‘Yes or No’ Question:

The answer is, ‘NO.’ You need to choose a new direction. You KNOW the right thing to do. You know the way, the direction that you need to choose. Trust God; trust yourself. Validate your emotions before anyone else. You deserve it because there's no one that does. So please be kind to yourself. The past will only bring more hurt. Let it go. Whatever you're asking about was a huge obstacle in your way to your growth. Number 555/5555 could be significant. Darling, you have all the 5's. No more chances to the past. Some people don't deserve your kindness. Don't throw yourself in the same shit you just came out of and bloomed out of. Cancer zodiac sign can also be significant. People change; life changes. Change is the only constant. I hear, “I get the feeling that you'll never need me again. What am I now? What am I now?” If you go back to the past, you're only going to be falling again. Show grace to those who are no longer in your life. Thank their soul for taking up the role they did to help you grow and align with your purpose. Tell yourself, “The soul/karmic contract is over!”

Here is your each quarter's message/lesson:

1st Quarter: The first quarter brought travel for you (short or long). After a major ending, the divine and Mother Earth helped you heal. Sun and sunflowers can also be significant. The first quarter taught you where to find light, and you did find it on your own.

2nd Quarter: The second quarter brought some fated events that may have pushed you to restart. This quarter wanted you to learn to cherish what you have and be grateful for even the tiniest of things that we as humans overlook as we become used to them. Your home could have been significant during this time. Some sort of luck also hit you due to your past actions. You were learning to strengthen your boundaries, and staying isolated from the world is another way to reassess those boundaries.

3rd Quarter: Your words became as sharp as a knife. You spoke the truth that you realized in the past two quarters. You were looking forward to justice happening, but before the external justice could happen, you stood up for yourself. You were able to understand your shadows well, and karmas were balanced. Some sort of karmic balance happened due to your words and actions.

4th Quarter: In the last quarter, Divine took complete control, and you were pushed to surrender. I heard, “You take the man out of the city, not the city out of the man.” So many situations tested your faith, and yet you found God. In this last quarter you could experience divine like never before. You learned that it doesn't matter what the world thinks about you; all that matters is what you and God think about you! Your sacrifices and actions are being judged. The old situations may have reappeared as a final test in this quarter. Divine is preparing you to receive your blessings. Just be patient.

Now if you wish to book a reading with me about what's coming for you next year, then my DM is open! I have also linked my booking form, rate card, and yearly reading spread. Do check them out, loves! 🐞🌈

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Pile 2

Tarot Cards- The Heirophant, Strength, King of Wands, 10 of Swords, The Chariot, Page of Cups

Animal Spirit- Hyena, Fox, Dragonfly

Charms- Hammer, Lion, Fairy, Fleur De Lis

Hello, my beautiful pile 2. How have you been? It's been so long. Okay, so before beginning to read ask a ‘Yes or No’ question which will be answered further in the reading. 🌜

Now your reading begins!

Okay, so it's sooooo weird that consistently, 3 times, I heard ‘struggled.’ Struggled to have faith in divine's plans, struggled to believe in your own strength, and struggled to make a decision (full force!). Some of you even felt betrayed by the divine, and you thought God was an illusion. You knew someone was going to betray you, yet you kept making the wrong choice. And eventually you ended up betraying yourself. Somewhere along the line, darling, you misunderstood the divine. You were in a loop. 2024 wanted to teach you how to fall in love with yourself; to make the right call for YOURSELF! Some of you wished to travel but kept moving to the wrong places, or travel brought some struggles. I do see a lot of exhaustion due to this. The duality in your life wasn't ending, and you wished to choose everyone and everything. You didn't want to disappoint a single creature, but in this process you kept disappointing yourself.

You tried to hide your pain behind jokes or your smile. It felt like the burden of the whole world was on your shoulders. No doubt you're good at taking care of others and providing for others, but you were doing it all without God. The world robbed you of your shine. Do you realize that? Do you even consider filling your cup? And from where do you think you can find in abundance so that your cup never falls short of love? Such an abundance resides in God's abode. I hear, “Tear me to pieces, skin to bone. Hello, welcome home.” I don't know if you've still found your home, but 2024 wanted you to see what home isn't. When you eliminate all that isn't a home, that's when you'll realize what home feels like. You really don't know who is on your side and who isn't.

It seems you were forced to leave something behind. This year wanted you to rediscover your inner child because only your inner child knows what home feels like. Home for you is a feeling, not a destination, because nobody has a final destination. It's a long, long journey, and what matters is the company. Dragonflies, raw juices, and black feathers can be significant. I feel that you were in the wrong company. Their mindset, their energy, only brought lack in your life and kept you away from love. While I'm writing this, the rain has started again. First you cried and wept but didn't process your emotions the right way. But later, as you moved further in your journey, the divine intervened and forced you to see the truth (near/on a full moon night).

I hear, “If you ran away, come back home.” Whatever you didn't choose or were scared to choose was your home. Some nasty energies kept you apart from the true feeling of home, and it did it by pulling you away from the divine. But the truth is no one can ever take you away from God. This year was all about experiencing the difference between belief and faith. A sold idea and an experience of devotion. The divine is saying, “Some mistakes get made; that's alright; that's okay.” Lord isn't cruel. There's a lot of forgiveness in the divine's world if you're willing to keep learning. In the end it will be better for you, pile 2. Yawning, pity parties, and a lazy fairy are some words I just heard. For a long time you forgot to see the beauty in this world. You were sleepwalking through the world, so the divine had to bring a thunderstorm to wake you up. Monsoon season may also be significant.

Your problem is that this year you kept doing what you were good at and didn't dare to go after your dreams. Maybe you never felt enough, or it made you feel better to be a big fish in a small pond? I'm sorry I'm calling you out this way. 😭 But someone has to do it!). We all start small; we all start somewhere, and that's your lesson from this year. But I do feel as this year has approached its end, you are slowly realizing that you're enough and you're capable enough to make your dreams come true and find your dream home/partner. You are that magical being who denied their magic for so long. I want to refer to the ‘History of Witches’, and you're Diana Bishop. But later she found out that her magic was spellbound. The same way your beliefs, people around you, and your heartbreaking experiences diminished your magic. But very soon you're about to find your magic.

The journey has already begun. Look around, love; you have everything to follow your mystical path.

Here is your answer to the ‘Yes or No’ Question:

Whoa! I can't be making this up. The answer is GO; THE TIME IS RIGHT. At the bottom you have LET GO. So let go of what's stopping you from making the right decision. Reconsider the choices you made this year. This time, choose differently. Follow your intuition. You're enough. The cards are cheering you up to forget the past and move forward. Pink butterflies can be significant. The divine timing is when YOU make the right choice, pile 2. I do see in your cards that you're afraid of change, and your past just couldn't seem to let you go. But this time you'll have to be really fierce with your words to quickly leave the past in the bin for good. Break your unhealthy habits, pile 2. You can do it. Genius is about knowing when to stop.

Here is your each quarter's message/lesson:

1st Quarter: In the first quarter, either someone blocked you, or you blocked communication with someone. Again, you couldn't make a move. I also feel you were confused between two people. Again, you had a choice. And you couldn't make a decision despite knowing what choice is the best for you. You may have felt sacrificed between two choices/things/people. Protecting your heart became more important than anything else. This period was all about learning your lessons.

2nd Quarter: You wanted somebody else to make a decision for you or let divine decide on your behalf. You were unwilling to make a decision and spent a lot of time in isolation. This seclusion led to delayed justice. But some sort of justice may still have happened. Just saw a lightning strike. Maybe a tower moment happened in the second quarter. Something scared you, and you didn't know what to do or how to win this fight. Maybe your ego won. Something happened the way you wanted it to, but I don't feel it brought you real happiness.

3rd Quarter: You rushed toward something you thought you would lose. An abundance of something that you wanted to grab before it's too late. And you did get a taste of it. But not the whole of it, because to have the empress, you needed to be in the energy of the emperor. You acted out of insecurity but missed a point or two that were significant for you to manifest the abundance of love/wealth that you deserved being in the emperor energy. Someone may even have approached you being impulsive and insecure. Maybe in this quarter you've cried the most. You run out of patience in this quarter. This quarter wanted you to learn patience and align with the frequency of what you want.

4th Quarter: In this last quarter, though you were pushed by the divine to learn your lessons on home and love, you still struggled with faith. I see delays in reaching your ultimate happiness and the feeling of home. This last quarter felt too challenging, but you're promised a better reality only if you're willing to see it. Only if you're willing to choose better and be less stubborn when it comes to trusting God. You are now very close to finding your beautiful WORLD! Shift your focus from what you've lost to what you're about to get. You've got to let go of the lack mentality and people who will never let you be in the reality you're meant to be in. You're about to find your soul family.

Now if you wish to book a reading with me about what's coming for you next year, then my DM is open! I have also linked my booking form, rate card, and yearly reading spread. Do check them out, loves! 🐞🌈

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Pile 3

Tarot Cards- The World, Ace of Pentacles, Knight of Pentacles, The Tower, The Chariot, 6 of Swords

Animal Spirit- Hummingbird, Vulture, Fire Ants

Charms- Lion, Crescent Moon, Hamsa, Feather

Hey, my beautiful pile 3. How have you been? It's been so long. Okay, so before beginning to read ask a ‘Yes or No’ question which will be answered further in the reading. 🌜

Now your reading begins!

Okay, so the first thing that I heard was, ‘Be still.’ Maybe a few of you visited a hospital or had a surgery done. You may even have gone to a dentist. Nevertheless, this doesn't have to resonate with everyone. You completed a cycle this year, and you're quite happy about it. And if not happy, then at least you feel at peace. You've had gone through spiritual awakenings, and your growth has been slow but steady. You performed well in 3D while your spirit guides fought for you in higher realms. I hear, “Sometimes you need fire to see through the other side...the stars are on your side!” You aren't mad about the endings. In fact, you're glad that God took away people and beliefs that were only bringing you down.

It feels that you have already fought a tough battle in 2023, so this year you were stronger. You've had your moments of confusion and mental rut, but you knew that you're heading toward a better future. Your faith in the divine is really, really strong. This year you were introduced to peace and divine love. Next year it's going to stay with you every day. This year was tough, but you were tougher. I am so proud of you, pile 3, for making all the right decisions. You have treated your body as a temple. Every time life tried to bring you down, you found your strength from the source.

Your aura has attracted many people. You may have received compliments from strangers. 2024 made you aware that you are capable of building your career from rock bottom (all on your own). You may have had days when finances fell short, but don't you worry, pile 3, because next year is when you're going to receive financial rewards and financial security. This year was preparing you for your comeback in 2025. This year you've learned the value of every single penny earned and spent. You've proved the universe to be worthy of financial abundance. Not because you cracked any abundance code but because you always choose to do the right thing.

You didn't drink poison to quench your thirst. You have been very patient with the results. You may have sung during tough times. The voice of your soul was heard by the universe, and your own voice has healed you and removed blockages from your chakras. A lot of people may have come to you for guidance. You may be a tarot reader, an astrologer, or a therapist. Your aura is so calming and reassuring. People can rely on you. In some way you've been helping in cleaning the mess made by the human race collectively. You may have done things that not everyone dares to do because it takes a lot of courage to do something different. This year taught you to value your solo time and give yourself enough breaks because in the future you're going to have more work with more money. It seems that at times you even have led yourself to burnout.

The divine is proud of you for moving through the discomfort. You've developed self-confidence and strength like never before. 2024 had its all focus on YOU. The inner you. Not your finances but you! Because if you're solid, every aspect of your life will be solid. And this is exactly what may happen next. I hear, “I am on fire like a thousand suns; I couldn't put it out even if I wanted to.” It seems that you had no choice but to walk through this spiritual fire. It overwhelmed you, changed your plans, and even made you feel stuck, but it has done its job, which was to transform you and detach you. You may have dealt with younger souls or immature energy. 2024 wants you to know that you handled the conversations well, which your old self wouldn't have been able to.

I also feel that this pile has worked through their anger as well. You would have lashed out if you were you from another year, but you didn't as you worked on your anger issues. It seems that finding God did the justice. Finding peace did the justice. And one day the anger issues just vanished. For some of you, the anger may even be your soul crying for help. Anger could have been for all the injustice that happened to you throughout your life. But as soon as you found the divine, it all calmed down. I also see that one day you just chose to leave your bed and do something different rather than crying or reminiscing about past heartbreaks. You found your joy. You asked yourself what made you happy, and you did it. You made sure that at least you do not betray yourself. And now it seems that you're at peace with yourself. You've practiced self-love religiously. The walls of your boundaries reach the heavens, and anyone who wants to get close to you needs to get closer to God.

Some of you have even healed your anxiety issues and have overcome mental struggles. I hear, “I had to learn the hard way; I would've known you always.” It seems that you accepted that some meetings in your life were fated, that if you wouldn't have met some people, you wouldn't have learned your lessons and wouldn't have transformed into who you are today. You've had lighthearted days and then days when you had to fight a battle and then when your intuition was telling you things you weren't supposed to know (but you were) and then all the 366 days when you were divinely protected by heavens and realms below the earth.

Here is your answer to the ‘Yes or No’ Question:

Your answer is, ‘You're going in the right direction.’ At the bottom of the deck you have ‘Get More Information.’ It seems that divine is encouraging you to keep following the direction you've been moving toward. You're definitely on the right path. So if your question was about someone's intentions, then I think you're right about them being sneaky or taking advantage of your kindness. They have hurt you and never valued your generosity. This person's actions did a mental toll on you, and all the information you've received that feels exaggerated is true. Your intuition has been telling you something. This person can be an Earth sign. 555 and 999 can be significant. I even confirmed with the cards that this person was a liar and kept you moving in circles and never gave you any clarity. Their moon can be in an Earth sign. You can be a fire sign. This person kept you in the dark, unaware that you're such a psychic that you're going to see it in your dreams.

Here is your each quarter's message/lesson:

1st Quarter: Your first quarter was all about fighting for your rights and defending yourself. Some of you may have been going through a financial crunch during this time, but you used your money wisely. Your guides are proud of you for doing the right thing even when the whole world was against you or couldn't understand you. There is something about you and your faith in God. You were learning to make bold decisions in the first quarter.

2nd Quarter—During this phase you started off being very optimistic about increasing your resources, but then you had to face another mental challenge (regarding a person, it seems) that kept you awake at night. You were learning your lessons about this individual. I see two individuals here. So for some of you, you were dealing with two people who made it difficult for you to have mental peace. During this phase, you learned resilience and had hope that you'd again see a brighter day.

3rd Quarter- In the third quarter I'm picking up multiple energies. Either you manifested something or someone manifested a conversation with you. Some sort of conversation happened between you and someone. But I feel there were many people/third parties involved. The foundation of what started was weak. But yes, some clarity came through, and you became clearer about what you want out of love and life in general. You only worked hard to find yourself at the starting point with someone. Yoga or some sort of exercise may have helped you in having a clear mind.

4th Quarter: Okay, I keep hearing, ‘I was wrong.’ I feel someone has regrets treating you the way they did. In the last quarter you have experienced some sort of emotional pain, but with the divine's support, you held yourself together pretty well. You were able to keep yourself calm. It was because of all the work you've done on yourself throughout this year that it got easier for you to navigate through challenges. You quickly shifted your focus toward what you have rather than what you lost. In this quarter you became a master fighter. The old situations could not overpower you. You learned to remain stoic and full of grace. That's so beautiful! You've become an inspiration for those who've hurt you. Someone even stalks you. Your garden is growing; that's your justice! They know you're doing better; that's your justice! There's a lot yet to be revealed. So remain patient. Divine justice is in your favor. It's time you open your heart to receiving justice, love, and support.

Now if you wish to book a reading with me about what's coming for you next year, then my DM is open! I have also linked my booking form, rate card, and yearly reading spread. Do check them out, loves! 🐞🌈

[ego-slaughter]

Best Dressed

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Fallen Hero Series - Malin Rydén

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Ortega/Sidestep

Characters: Sidestep, Ricardo Ortega

Additional Tags: Gender-Neutral Sidestep, post-crash, innocent ending, fluff and angst, sorta hurt/comfort, Sidestep mopes, Ortega tries to cheer them up, Ortega is an absolute menace

Summary: "...what the hell are you wearing?"

As always if you're in a country that blocks Ao3 just dm me for a pdf.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Broken Mind | Josh Washington x Reader

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Another day, another Until Dawn rewrite by yours truly <3

I've got Rami Malek on the brain again so I decided to revise this old 2016 fic I wrote about Josh being accompanied by Reader in the shed (after his prank reveal). Changed a few things around and added stuff from the prologue, but all in all the plot's the same (except they're together)

Anyways enjoy!

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"Hey, [y/n]. Got a special delivery for you."

Hearing the quiet giggles of the Washington sisters, you looked up from your phone and smiled upon seeing your boyfriend being held up by the two of them.

He looked plastered as hell and half-asleep, but his eyes were slightly open. The moment they landed on you, lopsided grin spread across his lips.

"[Y/n]...baby...?"

"Yes. It's me, Josh." With a chuckle, you put down your phone and assisted the girls in helping him lay on the sofa. You decided to let him rest on top of you, seeing as he already had his arms wrapped around your torso. "Jeez, so clingy, huh? How much did you drink?"

"Mhm...I forgot.." His words were slurred.

"Of course you did." Putting your arms around him, you lightly scratched at his scalp with your fingertips, hearing his hums of content as he looked to his sisters.

While Hannah left, Beth smiled back and took a picture of him being all cuddly with you, reminding herself to send to you later. After that, she finally left you both alone.

"They take good care of you."

"Yeah..they're..the best." Josh mumbled tiredly into your chest, hugging you tighter. "But 'm glad you're here...thank you for being by my side. I love you sooooooooooo much."

"Of course, Joshie. I love you, too." You chuckled, holding him close until he dozed off again, before you ended up falling asleep yourself, enveloped by the warmth of the cabin fire and the one you loved most.

He probably won't remember much of this in the morning, but that was fine.

For once, everything felt right in the world.

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"[Y/n], honey? Baby? Sweetheart?"

Blinking, you returned to the cold and cruel present, looking to the man tied to the post.

"Yes, Josh?" You sighed tiredly, wiping the blood from the corner of your lip.

"I'm pretty cold. How 'bout we loosen these restraints a little and-?"

"I'm sorry, but...I don't think that's a good idea right now."

"What? I....I can't believe it. You would let those jerks do this to me?!! Your boyfriend? After all I've done for you?!!" Angrily, Josh tugged at his restraints, gnashing his teeth at you like some animal. "I feel hurt. Who does this to someone they love?!"

"First of all, I didn't tie you up. And second...you're not the only one who's gotten hurt tonight."

"If anyone deserves to feel hurt, it should be me! After what they did to my sisters..they had it coming."

As much as you wanted to snap at him for acting this way, you knew that he wasn't well, and getting angry right back wasn't going to make anything better.

Instead, you opted to look outside the shed, observing the snowfall while trying to ignore the sounds of him whining and struggling with the ropes.

Such sights used to calm your nerves, but now...it was nothing more than a grim reminder of how long and unforgiving this night has been, and how there's still a few hours until sunlight and rescue arrived.

How did you get here?

Well, it was supposed to be a reunion between friends.

You and Josh were still together after the horrible tragedy that befell his sisters exactly one year prior, and you were with him through the long days he spent trying to isolate himself, and the difficult nights he spent wishing he didn't wake up at all.

You stayed with him no matter what.

No matter how many times he tried pushing you away...you always stayed. And while he didn't express it as much as he wanted to, he appreciated it.

That's the only reason why he didn't subject you to the "prank" he had laid out for the rest of the group.

You knew his passion for film projects, having helped him with some small YouTube ones yourself. You knew that this year, he wanted to do something to "really bring the gang back together", and you let him be when he insisted on working alone.

God, why didn't you press him on what exactly this prank entailed?

Why didn't you pick up the signs that he was off his meds?

What he enacted was horrific beyond measure--a prank that you didn't even think he was capable of carrying out.

One that seemed so real that you were almost convinced that you lost him to a murderer.

When Chris came to you sobbing in remorse over how the "Psycho" tricked him into killing your boyfriend, you didn't know what to feel. You wanted to see the body to confirm it, but given his and Ashley's reactions..it wasn't worth scarring your eyes or mind over.

It left you unbelievably sad and numb, although you were left confused when through his blubbering, he admitted that the saw blade was rigged to kill Josh despite choosing to save him.

That was the first sign that you knew something was off.

You didn't know anybody that held a massive grudge against him to the point of rigging a trap to murder him only.

But only after Josh revealed everything to Chris, Ashley, Sam, Mike, and you....that's when it all made sense.

And you felt betrayed.

You couldn't believe he'd orchestrate this whole scheme behind your back.

How could you have been so naive and trusting?

You felt like you should have known what he was up to. The others gave you suspicious looks and even Mike wondered for a moment if you were an accomplice...but you weren't.

That was the truth.

You had no idea.

Now all you felt was lingering guilt and festering anger that this was Josh's twisted idea of "revenge" against the people who didn't even kill his sisters. Against people like Chris who didn't even know what happened until he woke up.

And in a way, you felt like it was against you for not waking him up in time to stop the prank that led to Hannah and Beth running out of the cabin.

No matter how many times he claimed you had nothing to do with it, you felt like he was punishing you, too.

So now, you, Chris, and Mike have taken him away from the others, to a shed where he couldn't hurt anybody. Apparently Jess was dead, and despite his insistence that he didn't kill her....Mike didn't believe a word he said, having seen her body firsthand in some mining elevator.

Then when he started making lewd comments about Chris and Ashley, both of the men were growing agitated, debating on whether to make him shut up by force or not.

Finally, you intervened before they could decide, offering to watch over him until sunrise. You're the only one who had a small chance to talk some sense into him and make him realize his mistakes.

Mike was reluctant to leave you alone with him, thinking he'll guilt trip you into letting him go, but you convinced him and Chris you'll be fine.

There were some...scary things you've seen out in the woods earlier, and the last thing you wanna do is leave Josh alone with them nearby.

Even after all the shitty things he did, even after faking his own death...you still loved him.

You didn't believe he murdered Jess.

That's not what Josh would do.

"Your sisters wouldn't have wanted this." You quietly said, looking back at the wide-eyed man. "I wish things were different that night. I wish they didn't get humiliated. God, I wish Hannah had talked to me instead. But this...all of this was wrong, Josh. What happened doesn't justify-"

"But it worked, didn't it? Listen, I...I-I didn't want anyone dead." He stammered. "I just wanted to see that same terror on their faces. And I got them good! I got you all!!"

"...did you have to give Ash a black eye, though?"

"Look, she stabbed me with scissors! And it still hurts like a motherfucker."

You just gave him an expression that read "well I would have too if a killer was chasing me", and he seemed to understand...given how his shoulders slumped with defeat.

"Baby, 'm sorry..this...was not how our night's supposed to go. But you know what? I'm glad I was the only one laughing! Because NOW THEY KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ON THE OTHER SIDE!!" Tears of anger pricked his eyes as his voice unexpectedly rose.

You whole body tensed, but you stayed calm, knowing he's only lashing out. "Josh, I know they hurt you. And hurting them back might feel good..but you hurt me too by faking your own death and not telling me how far you intended to take this prank."

"..you would've stopped me if I told you." He mumbled.

"Well maybe I should've been more persistent." You huffed. "If I was, we wouldn't be here. We wouldn't have to talk about why Jess died and why you seem to be the prime suspect-"

"I swear to god, it wasn't me! I don't even know where she is!" Josh snapped, before he curled up, like a child in timeout. "Mike..he wouldn't explain the wheres and whens. He just kept hitting me, pushing me..telling me to shut up...but I didn't do it...I swear. Please, please believe me, [y/n]. I'm sorry that you got roped into this. I-It's..the..the last thing I wanted.." His voice softened. "I'm sorry I've been bad..."

Slowly, you could see bits and pieces of the Josh you once knew coming back. His mind wasn't all there, of course, but you've known him forever.

You should be thinking with your brain and not your heart.

But....

You still love him, and believe in second chances.

"Joshua."

He perked up, anticipating the worst as you pulled up a chair to sit in front of him. For you to say his name like that couldn't have been good.

Maybe you were gonna side with all the rest of them and spit on him.

Maybe you were gonna say that you're leaving him alone here, as Dr. Hill had warned would happen.

Maybe you were finally going to tell him what an unforgivable monster he wa-

"I believe you're innocent. You're not one to take a life. No matter what they say." You suddenly spoke, putting a hand to his soot-coated cheek

Almost immediately, his twitching stopped, and he stared straight at you.

It's like you put him in a trance.

"I'm not gonna leave you."

"..e-even though I've been..all messed up?" He asked cautiously. "I-I mean..I haven't been a good boyfriend lately..."

"That hasn't stopped me from being there for you before." You chuckled. "We're gonna work through this. Even if it's just you and I."

"............"

"I believe you when you say you didn't kill her. Do you believe me?"

It took him a few moments to study your expression, seeing the genuine care and warmth in your eyes. Despite all the horrors you've seen tonight, there was still a spark of hope in them.

That was the light he needed.

"...I-I do..I really do." He sniffled, resting his head on your shoulder, grateful that you didn't push him away despite being covered in dirt and fake blood. "'m sorry...I-I don't deserve you."

"Oh, honey..." You put your arms around him, sighing softly as you felt him tremble against you, tears slowly dampening your jacket. At this point, you knew you got him back, and you were so relieved. "We'll figure something out. Just stay with me."

"You don't think I'm a monster..?" He asked through his sobs. "I mean, everyone treated me like one...you've seen them.."

"....I know. Neither of us can change how they feel. But listen, the only monster here is-"

All of the sudden, a shrill inhumane screech echoed from somewhere outside, deep in the woods, interrupting the tender moment between you two.

Josh sat up with a start, his tearful eyes wide and terrified as he looked to you. "Wh-What was that?"

"That's the real monster I was gonna mention. They call it the Wendigo. Hang on." Crouching down, you managed to find a small pocketknife on his toolbelt, using it to cut the ropes binding him. "It's fast. But it's blind as fuck. We need to get out of here."

Nodding, he got up as quickly as he could, having no time to rub his aching wrists as you grabbed his hand.

The shrieks became louder, forcing you two to hide further inside the shed, sticking close to the back wall where the shadows were darkest. "Shit. Don't move a muscle, okay?"

His breath hitched as the wendigo dropped down in front of the entrance, creeping inside the small building to look for prey. But he took your advice and tried staying still.

You could practically hear you own heartbeat as you held your breath, thumping louder and louder as the creature wandered around. Josh watched it scrape its claws along the wall, creating a sound most unpleasant in an attempt to make him flinch.

It then made direct eye contact with you both.

While you managed to keep perfectly still, you could hear Josh's quiet whimpers, indicating he had a much harder time considering how jittery he was earlier.

All you could do was hope and pray it would leave.

Otherwise...both of you were dead.

Just when you thought your boyfriend was going to lose it completely, the distant snapping of a branch caused the wendigo to turn at blinding speed and sprint out of the shed, returning to the surrounding woods.

"Okay...thank christ.." Letting his hand go, you took a breather, only to see that he was still standing rigid. His eyes showed nothing but pure terror, as he began mumbling something like "was it real" under his breath.

"Josh? Baby?" You shook his shoulders a bit, and he blinked several times, coming back to reality. Relief immediately crossed his face as he realized you were still here. "It's okay. It's gone."

"Tha....That thing w-was real?"

"Yes. I know how to outsmart it. But we can't stay here. We'll be safer at the lodge with the others. We just gotta keep our heads down until then."

"But..what about the-?"

"Don't worry about them. Let's worry about getting out of here, alright?"

Wordlessly, Josh nodded, practically clinging to your arm as you both headed outside and down the snowy trail. He kept mumbling incoherent things, reassuring himself that he was safe with you.

Obviously, he seemed pretty shellshocked, considering the monster he just encountered was real and not a product of his imagination.

He didn't know whether that was better or worse.

Either way, you allowed him to hold onto you, knowing he needed someone--anyone--to lean on right now. And fortunately you were exactly the person he needed.

The only one who could help him come back to his senses.

You swore to never abandon him, and you intend to keep that promise even after all that happened tonight.

You still loved him, and he loved you.

That hasn't changed.

[xxsunoosprincess]

Hi! How are you doing? I love your writing btw, you’re definitely one of my favourite writers 🙈

I don’t know if anyone has asked this yet, but enha legal line + aftercare?? What they’d do, how they’d act kind of thing? Maybe even how they’d like to be taken care of? It’s perfectly okay if you don’t want to do this ���

hi hi!! I’m a little sick rn but doing good because I’m finally done with school >:3 also u make me blush sweet anon… I’m glad my stuff makes you happy!! sorry it took a minute to get around to this but I’m indulging in some softer stuff while I sniffle away in bed :,) thanks for the request!!

Enhypen and Aftercare (OT6)

pairings: Enhypen legal line x reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, mentions of sex but not pure smut, fem bodied!reader

Heeseung

His face contorts into an expression halfway between pain and pleasure as he slow lying inches his sensitive length out of you, a breathless “hahh” escaping him as he shivers, collapsing onto you. It pulls an unexpected grunt out of you, followed by a series of giggles as he borrows into your neck, huffs of hot air tickling your sensitive skin.

“What the fuck” he whines out. You feel his hands squeeze your hips “your pussy is crazy”. The seriousness in his voice has you caught between a belly laugh and a faux scandalized gasp, swatting his ass gently as you scold him for such crude words. “I’m serious! You. Your body. You’re just perfect…” small pecks between each word, sleepy yawns, and a dopey heeseung clinging to you like a koala. Has fallen into the routine of fucking you before bed, claims it’s “the only way I can sleep now. Need you so bad”, and it might just be true because you can already feel the gentle vibrations of his snores against your collarbone.

Jay

Don’t play rn Jay is literally the embodiment of doting aftercare. The routine is locked and mf loaded. After he bullies your cunt until it’s sore and you are sure you can’t walk, this pillow talk starts. This part is just as much for you as it is for him, because he doesn’t think he could walk right now either. Promises of a future together, a catch-up on how your days have been, chats about if you liked the newest thing he introduced to your romp in the sheets. Just hearing your sweet voice cut through the quiet of night is enough to reground him (plus, he really does care about what you have to say).

I think he’s a little lazy with clean up, keeps a pack of wet wipes at the bedside table to give you both a once over, makes a half-promise to shower with you in the morning, and then rolls over to spoon you, peppering light kisses down your neck as your naked bodies intertwine to watch an episode of your guys’ favorite tv show. To Jay, aftercare is just as intimate as the actual sex. Unintentionally romantic in every way.

Jake

He’s the one that needs the most extensive aftercare, and come on, doesn’t he deserve it? He will eat you out for hours until you are kicking and squealing and prying him away by his hair. He will fuck into you from behind like it’s his sole purpose on his earth. And when all is said and done, he can hardly talk, slipping between English and Korean as he mumbles out a mix of curses and “so good, princess, so good”.

We wants you to play with his hair, curling up into your chest and peppering light kisses across your skin. He won’t admit how his heart skips a beat when you coo out a soft “good boy” to him, instead, he playfully bites you in retaliation. He won’t say anything about it, though. He loves the extra soft treatment, it’s like a reward for pushing himself to his limits to make you feel good.

Sunghoon

He’s such an angel. He’s sweeping you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom. It doesn’t matter how big you are, he insists on carrying you because you are his baby (“you know, I don’t lift all those weights for nothing” cue the cheesy flexing). Lets you soak in the shower for a bit while he changes the sheets and prepares pajamas for you. Big believer in actions speak louder than words.

“Was I too rough on you today?” he pouts, slipping into the shower after finishing his post-coital rounds and eyeing the redness that has stuck around on the meat of your ass. No amount of reassurance of you liking it will erase the worried expression, eyebrows drawn together and lips pressed into a thin line. The only thing that makes him stop, makes him burst out into laughter and splash water at you, is the promise you make to spank him next time around.

Sunoo

I’m sorry but he is definitely crying afterwards. Y’all know I’m not on the babygirl Sunoo agenda all the time, but this is something I’m absolutely positive about. He’s just so overwhelmed with emotion, so happy that you trust him to see you in such a vulnerable state, so happy to be with you, so in love with you, the tears are forming in his eyes the moment he watches you reach your finish underneath him. “My pretty girl” sniffle sniffle “you’re so- fuck- so gorgeous”. Doesn’t matter how long you have been together, there is about a 50% chance of tears every time you guys fuck.

He tends to get embarrassed about crying like that so please give him lots of reassurance :(. Gets a little shy and whiny at vocalized praise, but loves gentle back rubs and showers together. Let him wash and dry you, he likes to feel like he is taking care of you just as much as you take care of him <3.

Jungwon

I’m sorry he’s so silly and sweet after. Needs to make you laugh after an intense moment. Eases his mind to see you so happy after being so vulnerable (firm believer in the wonie softie agenda). Still naked as the day he was born as he playfully wrestles with you in the sheets. He’s right next to your ear, letting our exaggerated high-pitches moans and squeals of “wonnie harder!”. He giggles at your indignant protests, reassuring you that he loves how you can’t get enough of your “very hot and sexy boyfriend”.

He seems like the type that needs to be constantly moving, fetching you towels and water and hand feeding you snacks. “Anything for you, babycakes”. Cheesy ass grin while calling you corny pet names in a teasing voice, dodging the pillow you launch his way.

END.

a/n: reminder that requests are open. I have some to work through and might not do all requests I get, but I love hearing from y’all :3 also this isn’t proofread, just like every thing else 😭 xx - princess

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No Man's Land |3|

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Sam can’t help but be drawn to the cute stranger from her gym, even if everything about them makes them the perfect suspect, just when Ghostface has returned.

Warnings: Fighting, Stabbing, Attempted Murder

Word Count: 2.6k+

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Sam tossed and turned in her bed. She had been trying to fall asleep since she got back from her therapy session. She sat up in her bed, running a hand through her hair. She glanced out the window, watching the raindrops slide down the glass. A light rain had started right after she got home, it just now seemed to be stopping a couple hours later.

She slid out of bed, stretching her arms and legs. She walked over to the window and checked that it was locked, even though she had done so before she got into bed, just like she did every night. She pushed off the windowsill and made her way out of her room. She didn’t hear any talking or the TV playing, which told her everyone else had finally gone to sleep.

She passed Tara’s room first, making sure to stop and check on her sister. She gently opened the door, making sure to go slow enough that it wouldn’t creak. Tara always rolled her eyes when she caught Sam checking in on her, but unless they were in the middle of arguing Tara didn’t seem to say anything about it, Sam thought Tara might have actually appreciated this part of her overprotectiveness. When Sam peeked her head around the door, she saw Tara sprawled out on her bed, peacefully sleeping, one of her arms was half hanging off the bed. Sam couldn’t help but smile at the sight, she was glad her sister could still sleep even with the potential of Ghostface out there again.

Sam gently closed the door as she stepped back into the hall. She hated the door being closed but it was the one thing she compromised on with Tara. She knew if she made Tara keep her door open all the time, she would be crossing the line, and her paranoia would truly be taking over their lives.

As she crossed through the kitchen she peeked her head into the living room. Chad was clutching half his blanket tight against his chest as he was reclined back in the recliner. He occasionally shifted, adjusting himself in the chair and gripping the blanket tighter. Sam shook her head at the sight, somethings never changed, Chad used to do the exact same thing when Sam would babysit him, and he’d pass out on the couch or chair while everyone watched a movie.

Sam silently chuckled at the sight of Mindy and Anika sprawled out on the couch. Anika was cuddled into Mindy’s side, her arms wrapped around Mindy’s waist. Mindy had her right arm wrapped around Anika, holding her close, while her other arm was stretched across the couch, hanging off the side, and her head was thrown back, her mouth half opened as she not so quietly snored.

Sam moved back into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator only to see it bare. It had been a second since they had done any grocery shopping and with the twins constantly coming over, they were running out of food much quicker than they’d normally would. She let the door gently close and when she was glancing around the kitchen her eyes landed on the pizza box still sitting on the dining table. She shrugged and flipped open the lid, seeing exactly one slice left. She quietly laughed to herself, it was better than she was expecting if she was being honest, with Chad around there was hardly ever leftovers. She grabbed the slice and took a bite, enjoying the taste of cold pizza.

Once she finished her pizza she paced back and forth a bit, trying to calm her mind. She hadn’t stopped thinking about Ghostface possibly being out there, about what detective Bailey said about the two students that were killed. If they were planning on trying to kill her and Tara but they died instead, that meant someone really wanted to kill them their self. Sam wasn’t sure who she could have possible pissed off enough to want to murder her. Then she remembered she didn’t have to do anything, her existence was enough to make her ex want to pretend to fall in love with her and then try and kill her, all because her dad was Billy Loomis.

Sam ran a hand through her hair, she tried to shake off the excess energy she had from all the anxiety. “Fuck it,” she whispered. She didn’t think as she grabbed her gym bag and filled her water bottle.

She made sure to scribble a note in case Tara or any of the others woke up. She did a quick once over of the apartment before walking out the door, her gym back slung over her shoulder. She triple checked the locks before she made her way down the stairs. She knew it was stupid to go off on her own, in the middle of the night no less, but there was only one thing that she knew for sure calmed her. Working out in the middle of the night always seemed to help her de-stress more than anything. She kept telling herself she would only be gone an hour as she began the walk to the gym.

Sam looked both ways as she crossed the parking lot, it was three in the morning and there was no one in sight. Sam still couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, she wanted to right it off as her paranoia getting to her, but she couldn’t help but wonder if Ghostface was truly back. She kept replaying checking on Tara and the twins and locking the apartment in her mind. They were all together, they were all safe, she locked the door, she triple checked that it was locked, but she wasn’t there. If anything happened, she wasn’t there.

She knew she shouldn’t have left them home alone, especially not with Ghostface most likely back but she needed to calm her nerves. She couldn’t stand being in that apartment and not moving. She just kept telling herself that Ghostface usually has a plan and Sam highly doubted that plan involved attacking everyone at the apartment when Sam wasn’t there, that didn’t seem like Ghostface.

Sam swiped her card and waited to hear the little buzz before flinging the door open. As soon as she stepped into the entryway the lights started to kick on. Sam wasn’t sure if they were emergency lights or what but after regular gym hours only a few lights turned on and it was always when the person was in that area of the gym.

Sam looked around the room, besides where she was standing the only lights that were on were the ones that were always on around the perimeter of the room. Even though she didn’t see any cars in the parking lot she knew that didn’t necessarily mean the gym would be empty. She didn’t see any sign of life though. Even though being in an empty gym alone always put her on edge, she was happy for the alone time. She was sure if anyone else was in the gym at the moment she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off them, assuming they were there to stalk and kill her.

Sam sighed as she walked over to the treadmills. She dropped her bag on the bench next to the treadmill and took out her water bottle. She plopped her water bottle into the cupholder on the machine and began changing the settings. She started slowly walking as the machine got going, popping her earbuds in before it got too fast. Just like before she started off with a light jog, she just needed to work out for an hour or so, exhaust herself enough so she could fall asleep.

She had just started to relax and lose herself in a song when she caught movement of a black cloak out of the side of her eyes. Sam jumped to the side, balancing herself on the right side of the treadmill just as a knife slashed against the controls of the machine. Sam’s eyes went wide as she stepped back off the machine, Ghostface stood before her, tilting his head back and forth as he held the knife at his side.

“Fuck,” she whispered. She knew this was a bad idea, she should have never left the apartment, she knew better than to go off on her own. Ghostface being here at least meant Tara and the others were most likely safe.

Sam walked backwards, weaving her way between the other workout machines. Her eyes never left Ghostface as she slowly followed, getting ever so close with each step. She knew it was only a matter of time before Ghostface ran at her, luckily the one thing she had on Ghostface was that she knew the gym like the back of her hand. Sometimes being paranoid paid off, she scoped out the layout of the gym, memorizing where everything was and where all the exits were the first day she ever stepped foot in the building.

Ghostface suddenly stopped in their tracks making Sam suck in a breath. She could practically see the smile behind the mask. She didn’t need to turn around to know exactly what was behind her. The far-right wall was all brick, lined with weights, the only places for Sam to go was either rush Ghostface and dodge his knife or take her chances by running to the right because on her left was more gym equipment and the windows to the front of the gym.

Sam continued to back up until her back bumped against the weight rack. She steeled her expression. Ghostface slowly stomped forward, his movements calculated but clearly not thinking she was a threat. Sam stared straight into the dark abyss that was the eyes of the mask, her hand felt around behind her until she finally gripped the handle of one of the weights.

As soon as Ghostface raised his knife Sam tightened her grip on the weight and swung it around with all her might. The weight smashed against Ghostface’s hand, sending the knife clattering to the floor. She didn’t hesitate to take off to the right, not bothering to go for the knife. She just needed to get away and get back to Tara.

Sam ran through the gym, the lights clicking on behind her as she passed under them, running too fast for most of them to catch up to her. She jumped over one of the benches but didn’t slow down. She slid when she made a sharp left turn, aiming for the front door.

Ghostface slid in front of her right, making her come to a hard stop before she crashed into him. He didn’t hesitate this time to slash his knife at her, making her lean back, watching as the blade just barely missed her.

Ghostface stalked forward, slashing his knife and making Sam back up once again. She clenched her jaw and glared at the mask figure; he was blocking the front door. She glanced to her left, seeing the glow of the red exit sign in the far corner. She had never gone out that way before, if the door opened it set off an alarm, but she knew it spilled out into an alley. She didn’t really want to end up in a dark alley in New York with Ghostface chasing her, but it seemed to be her best bet.

Sam made a dash for the door, but Ghostface jumped over one of the benches putting himself between her and the door again. She raised her arm when he swung his knife, slashing her forearm this time. Ghostface moved to slash her again, but she stepped back, tripping over a weight someone had left out.

She brought her other hand to her arm, trying to stop the bleeding as best as she could. She backed up until she hit the bench behind her. She could only watch as Ghostface stood tall above her. There was another flash of movement out of the corner of her eye, and something slammed into Ghostface, sending them stumbling back.

Sam couldn’t help the way her mouth fell open at seeing you standing tall, you were the only thing between Sam and Ghostface. Sam could only look up at you, you had seemingly come out of nowhere. She caught the light from the showers out of the corner of her eye, that must have been where you had come from, you had to have been at the gym before Sam ever got there.

You stepped forward, tilting your head as you looked at Ghostface. Your back was to her, but Sam couldn’t see any fear in the way you carried yourself. Ghostface stumbled backwards as you continued forward. Sam had never seen Ghostface intimidated by someone without any weapon.

Ghostface finally seemed to figure themselves out as they gripped the knife tighter and began slashing wildly at you. You leaned from side to side, effortlessly dodging each slash as if you had all the time in the world. You just kept moving forward, forcing Ghostface to walk back, getting further and further away from Sam.

Ghostface stabbed the knife at your right side, making you jump to the left to dodge it. He then stabbed at your other side, but you grabbed the punching bag and blocked the knife. As soon as Ghostface ripped the knife out of the punching bag sand began spilling out of it. You didn’t wait to shove the punching bag, making it smack right into Ghostface’s chest.

Ghostface nearly lost their footing, Sam was surprised the hit hadn’t sent them to the ground. They brought their free hand to their chest, definitely having the wind knocked out of them, they’d surely have a major bruise in the morning. Ghostface tried to shake off the hit though and swung his knife again.

You caught his wrist midair, giving it a hard twist, making him lose grip of the knife. You reached out with your other hand, catching the knife before it could hit the floor then released your attacker’s wrist. You spun the handle around in your hand before you began swinging it at Ghostface.

Each slash of the knife held power, each slash with the intent to kill. You didn’t hesitate to swing the knife; it was as if you had done this before. Sam was sure you could quickly close the distance and end Ghostface, but you were almost playing with him. Ghostface continued to scramble back until the back of their foot caught a mat and sent them to the ground.

You stood above Ghostface, tilting your head as you looked down at them. Sam held her breath as she waited to see what your next move would be. You flipped the knife in your hands, you looked quite comfortable with a knife, almost as if holding it were natural.

You raised the knife but before you could bring it down onto Ghostface another one came out of the shadows, stabbing you in the side. You collapsed to your knees, but you didn’t drop the knife, you swung your arm, slashing the second Ghostface on the leg. The second Ghostface didn’t attack again, they ran forward, helping the first one up and the two rushed out the exit, setting off the alarm.

You finally dropped the knife, falling back to the ground. Sam scrambled to you, pulling out her phone and dialing 911 as she kneeled down by your side. “It’s okay,” she whispered, pressing her hands to your wound. She tried to stop the bleeding as best as she could as she waited for help to arrive. She didn’t understand why you’d help, why you’d risk your safety for her.

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[tearsofcalamity]

Boothil has me on a chokeholdI want to fuck him so bad.Maybe install a few softwares, up his sensitivity, play with his mind.. Or maybe a lewd virus.. Make him so horny and needy, his head can literally think of you fucking him so good..Or him accidentally plugging the wrong USB, thinking it's his usual data after rebooting, but it's your USB and it messed with him.. I want to fuck his pretty hole so bad

hi anon this is tasty oml

imagine his sensitivity's been all off, some kinda glitch maybe from an incident during one of his missions. one moment it's been too low, and the next (just like now) it's way, way too high. for every other touch it's just annoying, but every time you've brushed past him today, he's failed to mention his issue with just how aroused he feels himself getting. it's different when it's your touch.

when he finally bucks up and admits that he's been having issues, you're so caring, so much more considerate of his senses (he wishes you wouldn't be - he really just wants you to fuck him dumb every time you so much as graze him) as you set out a few USBs and ask him to wait while you go grab some other tools to fix up his sensors. he asks what they're for, and when you tell him they're various types of sensations compiled into USBs to better test each type of touch, he figures he might as well just get a jumpstart with the testing so he doesn't waste your precious time.

he opts for the USB sitting the furthest away. the fool, he hadn't even asked you what sensation each one was before trying it out. it could've been pain, a ticklish feeling, but no, he got arousal. it was like he was overwhelmed like an animal in heat at once, his eyes shooting open as his cock strained against his trousers painfully. images of you involuntarily flashed through his mind, and he had to fight to keep himself breathing normally, but it was no use...

you get back to find him practically humping the air, strands of black and white hair sticking to his forehead as he pants and moans and begs for your help. you're concerned until you see the USB sticking out of his port and realize at once what he's done, lightly chastising him (horrendous torture for him in this state, surely, to have your breath so gently tickling his ear as he suffers) on not touching your tools without asking you first.

unfortunately, it'd be too risky to go in and fix this via his inner wiring while he's this worked up... it might burn you with how much he's overheating. so the only solution is to fuck his brains out until he's at least semi-conscious enough to cool down. good thing you made sure he'd be able to fuck in any way a normal man could when adding his sensitivity! giving him all the facilities is coming in handy.

poor guy doesn't even have the time or mental faculties to ask why the hell you had an arousal USB among the testers present.

ooooh, maybe use a toy on his cock while you pound into him... it'll give you a nice view of his face while he's being completely overwhelmed, his eye filled with hearts, rolling back as his tongue sticks out from behind those pretty lips of his. a nice, slick onahole should do wonders to cool him down after one, three, five... maybe more orgasms, even as he begs you to stop despite his hips continuing to rut into the gadget. the fun thing about fucking a robot is that he can go a lot more than a human can, and as much as boothill tosses his head from side to side, actual tears beginning to spill, you can also see the drool beginning to fall from his lips, his lolling tongue as he groans your name over and over.

he's got a pseudo-prostate that you make sure to nail with precision every time your strap slides inside of him, the impeccable design of his insides allowing you to slip in and out with ease. you remove the onahole from his weeping cock (another feature that aids the toy and your current activities as a whole), pushing his legs up and folding him in half into a mating press, just to see if he can cum only from his prostate. and cum he does - his voice coming out higher and higher pitched as he wails in both euphoria and humiliation at your treatment of him.

finally, you slow when you realize he has indeed begun to cool. his eyes are rolled back, hair messy and splayed across the table, harsh scratches made by his metal nails into the steel table (somehow). he's not quite unconscious, but he certainly can't form any further words, his breathing heaving with small, scattered moans as he tries to regain himself. his emergency cooling procedure had kicked into high gear at last, aiding you in fixing up his sensitivity.

oh, but perhaps leave that special USB lying around. mark it clearly, and pretend not to notice when boothill digs through your messy desk to find it and plug it back in, acting for all the world that he didn't mean to use that special little one on himself again. he's got too much pride to admit it, after all. oh well, it seems you'll have to help him once more!

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XII. — HAND HOLDING (DURING THE ACT)

cw: Fluff, Romantic Talk, Hand Holding, Cunnilingus, Aged-Up / Pro-Hero Time Skip, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!

author's note: It was so interesting writing Deku. He's so cute but he's still an anxious dweeb who struggles to talk to girls. Enjoy!

word count: Approximately 1.2k words.

“Um, okay. I’m not sure if—well, it’s just, I’ve never done anything like this before so I don’t know if I’ll be able to perform at the kind of standard you might be expecting, which—”

“Izuku.” 

Izuku pauses, the brows of his face pinched together and his pretty emerald eyes wide. They’re glossy with emotion, shiny underneath the dim lighting of your bedroom. His head rests in between your thighs, hands curled around the swell of your knees, fingers pinching into your skin. The way he looks at you makes you pause, but you just amend your surprise with a half moon of a smile. 

“It’s okay, really. I don’t expect you to be an expert at this. I mean, I’m sure I wouldn’t be good going down on you either.” 

A distinct little yelp squeaks in the back of Izuku’s throat before he quickly flings his gaze off to the side, red flames igniting and powdering across his face while he stammers a response. 

“Ha ha! W-Well, you’re great at everything you do, or, you have been, so I’m sure you’d do great if you, uh, did g-go down on m-me. B-But we’re not talking about me right now! I’m just trying to make sure that you’re comfortable with this, and that—” 

“Izuku.” 

Once again, his teeth snap shut, and his eyes meet yours. 

“Don’t think about it too much. Just do what your gut tells you. I know it’ll feel good, don’t sweat it.” 

Izuku gulps, but he nods, determined. His face shifts a little, and his body wiggles along with it. He tries to press himself further in between your legs, squeezing your knees before he starts to push them down so he can accurately lower his face to the meadows of your cunt. Izuku’s determination fades a little, cracks of doubt breaking through his facade before he swallows and scrunches his brow ridge. You stare at him fondly, content with observing him build up the courage to swoop forward and claim what already belongs to him. His locks sway along his forehead, full and curly, and they tickle your thighs with Izuku’s every subtle movement. One of your hands reaches for him, tapping his head in a wave gently before you start to pet him. Izuku jumps, quickly glancing at you before he blinks and looks down again. 

“J-Just tell me if you don’t like this and want me to stop. I’ll…” 

Izuku doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he finally bows his head until his hot breath fans against the meaty lips of your cunt. Another swallow, but Izuku doesn’t keep you waiting any longer. He’s delicate and ginger whenever he connects your lips, his mouth is soft and warm, and you moan quietly at the sensation that unfolds beneath him. It’s lightning, but it’s slow, it’s nothing real. Fire, but it’s dull, but toasty enough to feel like ice thawing from your body. The feelings start to weigh down on you, and your head collapses onto the pillow within a mere second of Izuku’s mouth against your cunt. 

The fingers in his hair braid themselves, a shallow sort of attempt to ground yourself. Izuku pauses for a split second, probably listening for any signs of discomfort, but resumes once another moan floats from your chest. His mouth parts, and his tongue pokes out like a snake hidden within tall stalks of gross to lay a thin stripe over the seam of your cunt. You feel like you’re spinning on a carousel, faster and faster, and your thighs clench once Izuku’s tongue prods against your clit. It’s hard, heavy, and thumping, eager to be touched and Izuku decidedly flicks it a few times. You groan each time, encouraging Izuku to tilt his head to the side so that he could suction his mouth against your clit. Both of your eyes roll back into your head, scattering like bowling pins smacked in the center, and a moan that’s way too loud escapes you whenever Izuku starts to suck and tug your clit. 

“W-What was that you were saying about not being good? Ahhh, haa, oh, Izuku, that feels so so sooo good. Don’t stop, don’t stop!” 

Your praise spurns Izuku on, and he starts to work his jaw in miniscule circles to lap at your clit and play it over his tongue like a meal, like food he wanted to savor, like a broth and soup that spreads love and health throughout his chest. You wondered what Izuku was thinking, you wondered if he was really enjoying this, but an ear-splitting slurp made your head dizzy and all thoughts flew out of your mind. 

His belly is flat to the bed, but you can feel him start to crunch up, can feel whenever he starts to gyrate his hips. Izuku’s moving in a way that slides you further towards him, your knees are growing closer to your head by the moment, and his face dives deeper. His groans vibrate your body, too, and his chin is parting your cunt down the middle. Glaze is slick down your flesh, but Izuku just bobs and weaves his head, smearing you wet, like he’s gone. 

“Like that! Yeah, ohhh, yes, yes.” 

Izuku nods to the best of his ability, and you’re left gritting your teeth and groaning. You wonder if he’s asked how to do this or if he’s researched it himself because, fuck, he’s so good, but that thought is fleeting and all you can imagine is teasing him after this is over by returning the favor. Because he’s eating you out like he’s mad with a fever, like you’re cetirizine. Maybe he’s listened to you gush one too many times—and that idea flatters you so badly, it makes you feel special to think someone is that dedicated to making you feel like this. 

And whenever one of Izuku’s hands leaves your thigh, trailing down, leaving storms and electricity in his wake, you nearly gasp and cry out his name whenever he finds your free palm and taps it gently. You flex, trying to process everything, trying to focus on anything all at once but finding each feeling overlapping and overwhelming. Izuku traces his fingers up before he laces them between the gaps of yours, curling down over your knuckles and squeezing. Tears spring to your eyes, fresh and new, and you start to pant, chanting Izuku’s name with every molecule of air you sip through. 

You can feel this burning, this reality that is starting to compress the rims of your belly. It’s down, but then it’s shivering and shuddering throughout your thighs all the way down to your stretching toes. But then it’s up, making your shoulder recoil and your chest bounce like a gunshot. 

Izuku’s hand is in yours, and yours is in his. You return his hold, losing yourself to the intimacy of him, of Izuku, of your lover, of your pleasure. His mouth seems to suck you in, through a drain and tumbling into the rabbit hole, and you’re crying before you can catch yourself. It’s getting to be too much, the way you seem to slowly implode, and your back arches before Izuku’s name is your death rattle.

And you squeeze again, hands intertwined, and Izuku holds you all the way through your orgasm. 

[majestyeverlasting]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐞.𝐦.

PAIRING Vampire Eddie Muson x Female Reader

SUMMARY One eerie night on your way home from work, you nearly run over someone who’s already supposed to be a dead man. As the truth slowly comes to light, an unlikely friendship forms—and begins to grow into something more. [fluff, mild angst, mentions of blood, 7.3k]

A/N There's no shame is coming back a little wrong. Here's to Halloween 2024!

𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟿

The relentless staccato of the drums reverberating off the walls pulses in time with the headache cruelly settled in the front of your head. It’s no fault of Jim, the young kid beating away for a committed crowd of ten. Rather, it’s the culmination of an entire evening's worth of noise. Of fulfilling countless drink requests for half the thanks.

The Hideout seems to move in a delay as you finish wiping down your portion of the sticky bar. A little further down, your co-worker Alex pours whiskey for an older man with a wild head of silver hair. 

When you’re done, you head to the breakroom, weaving through sweaty bodies on the way. Shift officially over, you gather your belongings with quick hands, moving on autopilot as you so often do nowadays. 

Reprieve only comes after you’ve pushed through the back door and stepped into the night. The air welcomes you with a cool stillness. A stillness that didn’t exist up until a year ago when the ground shook and the heavens turned red for a short period of time. Those who could afford to flee left Hawkins and never looked back. People like you stayed behind. 

There’s been something different about the nighttime since that fateful day. Not only did the darkness deepen, but the nights themselves seemed to stretch longer. As if nothingness itself sought to swallow the town every time the sun made its descent. That reality doesn’t scare you anymore. 

On nights like tonight, there’s an eerie beauty to it all. 

The radio in your car bursts into pop when you start the ignition, but you kill it quickly. Tomorrow, you’d wake up, go to work, and do it all again. 

Under the glow of the remaining streetlights, you cruise your way through a near ghost town. One hand guides the wheel while the other remains propped against your head. There are more boarded windows and abandoned lots than there are signs of life, all memorializing a time that once was but is no more. 

As you turn onto Main Street, a dark flutter of movement catches your attention further ahead. You can’t quite make out what’s on the ground yet, but you slow down as a precaution.

It ends up being a black cat that scurries across the road, disappearing into an alleyway. What you’re not expecting is the figure that carelessly darts in front of you to chase after it. Slamming down on the breaks sends you lurching forward with a gasp. You don’t realize your eyes are squeezed shut until you peel them open, heart pounding in your ears. 

The figure, a man, as you can now make out, is on the ground on the other side of the street. He must’ve tripped over the curb in his haste. Propping himself up on his forearms, he glances in the direction the cat ran in as if debating to continue after it. 

Instead, in an air of defeat, he plops onto his back and stares up at the void-like sky. Alarm bells go off in your head at the possibility of this being some sort of trap, but you crank down your window because too much concern has settled within your ribcage. 

“Are you alright?” you call out to him. “I’m so sorry.” 

He just lies there, shifting ever so slightly.

Conflicted, you chew on your lower lip before finally deciding to get out of the car. The sound of your door snapping shut proceeds your hesitant footsteps as you pad over to him. 

The faint smell of vanilla and stale beer had registered with him the moment you opened your door, but it intensifies as you near, right along with a deeper, more vascular scent. The latter of which intrigues a primal part of him he often fought to suppress. Helplessly, instinctively, he licks over his teeth as the gums above his canines begin to tingle. 

You stop a few feet away as he sits up fully, hair long and disheveled. There’s an intensity to his gaze that isn’t threatening or unkind, just strikingly observant. Like an owl seeing through what you want him to see, straight to the marrow of who you are. 

In daring to look back into his eyes, you notice how they’re as black as the night sky. His face is pale, cheeks are slightly gaunt. 

He can see the moment you discard any notion of him being a threat, realizing how weak and pathetic he must look sitting on the ground. Embarrassment itches down his arms as he averts his gaze to the asphalt of the street. He can’t even pay himself the dignity of standing. 

“I didn’t see you coming.” Your voice is too sweet. “Do you need help? There’s a phone booth over there, I could call someone for you.” 

“I’m alright,” he murmurs. 

“Are you sure?” You study him for any signs of pain. “You’re not hurt, are you?” 

“Never better.” It took a lot more than a good wipeout to hurt him nowadays. 

He looks back up at you in hopes it will make you believe him. That’s when a sense of recognition kindles deep down within you. You repress it because it can’t possibly be him. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” The cadence of his voice, though weighed with tiredness, is unmistakably familiar in this moment. 

“Well, alright,” you finally say. 

Walking back to your car and leaving him alone almost feels like a crime. 

•••  

There’s a distanced look in your eyes as you stare up at Robin’s ceiling fan. It’s as still as you are, but the sunken cheeks of the pale stranger spiral around and around in your head. It’s past midnight and dim lamplight paints the room in a soft, yellowed glow. There are posters all over the walls, which are still painted lilac from her childhood. Everything from the album covers of Madonna and Blondie to movies like Psycho and Star Wars. 

The paper of her senior yearbook crinkles gently as she flips through the pages beside you. She stops when she finally gets to the senior portraits, pointing to Edward Munson as you flip onto your stomach to join her in looking. He has long hair, doe eyes, and a boyish grin. You stare at his face for a few quiet seconds, noting how much more alive he looked. Robin’s mouth opens a couple times but no words come out. 

“I swear it was him, Rob.” Your voice cracks a little with the weight of your sincerity. “And he looked like he needed help. Like he may be going through something right now. Something bad. Drugs.” 

Robin abruptly flips the yearbook closed. “He’s gone,” she says with the resolve of someone who’s had enough time to stitch old wounds closed. You can understand that.  

Considering the selfish discrimination that plagued Hawkins back at that time, you’re not even sure if the police department looked all that intensely. Maybe no more than a few echoing calls out into the woods for a couple days straight. They had better things to do than search for a troubled teen from Forest Hills Trailer park. The thought alone is enough to stir a sense of disgust within you, so you can only imagine how Robin feels being he was her friend. 

Eddie got held back and was set to graduate alongside you in eighty-seven but you never crossed paths, only shot the occasional curious glance his way because there always had been something magnetic about him. It wasn’t until Hawkins was rattled with the mysterious shaking that you befriended Robin, Steve, and some of their younger friends. 

They were among the residents who didn’t skip town even though they had the means to.  

Robin’s cheeks have taken on a light flush, so you give her shoulder a squeeze. “I’m sorry to bring this up on a random Saturday night, but it’s all that’s been on my mind,” you admit. “To think that he could be out there on his own, scared to come forward…” you trail off, unsure of where you’re headed. 

Her blue eyes look intently into yours. “You don’t go missing for that long and magically turn up alive… You just don’t.” There’s a practiced steadiness to her voice. 

With Eddie being someone you’d only ever seen in passing, you find yourself wondering why you wish her words were the furthest thing from the truth. 

•••

It’s quiet except for the whir of your bicycle wheels as you pedal back to your house the following morning. It feels like you’re gliding on the wind, bound to float up and away with a mere extension of your arms. The made-up tune you’re humming fades away when a slender black cat stops in the middle of the street about a hundred feet ahead, staring straight at you. It doesn’t startle as you near. 

The feline takes a few curious steps towards you as you dismount your bike, squatting down to make yourself look smaller and less imposing. That’s when you notice the collar around its neck that nearly blends in with its coat aside from the golden nameplate pendant. Luna.

“Hi, Luna,” you coo, holding out your hand. She nuzzles into it. “That’s such a pretty name. You’re a sweet girl, aren’t you?” She lets you scratch behind her ears as she blinks her big green eyes in languid satisfaction. Her fur is soft and clean, clearly from being taken care of.  

“Did you run away from home? Is that what happened?” You take a quick look around even though you’re in the portion of town where the homes are tucked further back into the trees. Nobody seems to be outside looking. 

When you stand, she gazes up at you before trotting away. Only then does it occur to you that she probably knows her way back home. But you can’t shake the possibility that she was the same cat from two nights ago who was running from the dead man. So many pets had been displaced since the Shaking, but that didn’t seem to be the case with her. A small smile pulls at your lips when she looks back at you with a soft mrrow. 

Picking up your bike, you walk closer to her. Upon noticing you’ve begun to follow, Luna starts walking again and you trail after her. 

She eventually diverts off the street and under an A-frame barricade with a sign that reads: Private Property, No Trespassing. Now standing on a dirt road leading into the woods. When you stop, still on the road, she turns back to look at you—mrrrrow.

“I can’t,” you say. 

The sound of an approaching engine startles you. A police car that slows to a stop, rolling the window down to reveal a scrawny officer with an unkempt mustache, smoking a cigarette. He gives you a quick once-over. 

“You a friend of the guy who lives back there?” For someone living in the midwest, he has a thick Southern drawl. And an unfamiliar face, now that you’re thinking about it. Likely a new hire. What was even stranger than those who decided to stay in Hawkins was the handful of people who, for some reason, sought out the town. 

Glancing back at the dirt road, you realize Luna hasn’t moved. The officer lifts his brows in curiosity when your eyes settle back on him. 

“I—yes. I am,” you say. Thankfully, he looks like he believes you. 

“How’s he doing? Chief’s planning a welfare visit within the hour,” he says it like he’s trying to collect pieces of information for a puzzle he’s working out.

“I was actually just going to see him,” you lie. “Is there reason for concern?” 

The officer snorts and shakes his head, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “You tell me. Nobody tells me a goddamn thing in this town,” he says. “I’ll get someone to crack soon enough. You take care of yourself, sweetheart.” With that, he pulls off. Mrrrow—

With a heavy sigh and buzzing nerves, you push your bike around the barricade and allow Luna to lead you down the road in a bouncy, graceful stride. 

•••

Three crisp knocks at the door startles Eddie awake on the couch. One arm is hanging off and brushing against the rug. He blinks a few drowsy times before mustering up the willpower to stand, trudging to go peak out the front window. It’s you and Luna. The way his heartbeat spikes makes him wish that no longer having a heart had been a part of the vampire deal. You’re wearing baggy jeans and a cute oversized cardigan. Your bike is propped along the railing of the porch stairs. 

Nobody was supposed to know about this place aside from a select group. A small part of him is happy to see your face again, but he knows this isn’t good. The fewer people who know about him, the better. Perhaps that was merely a lie he told himself when he managed to escape Upside Down, but it had stuck. And for some reason—whether it be patience, pity, or an odd blend of both—everyone respected his wishes. 

The house Eddie lived in now had been abandoned by a doomsday prepper. A surprisingly decent amount of supplies were left stored away in the basement. Chief Hopper had helped him move in a year ago after he returned from the Upside Down as a changed man. The chief had even found a reliable contact at the Hawkins Blood Bank for the sake of Eddie’s needs. 

As tempting as the urges sometimes were, feeding on live prey wasn’t sustainable. Drinking from blood bags was just as suitable. 

Even when it comes to his friends, they make sure to look out for him as best they can. Offering their company, their support, their laughter. All things considered, he had the stability he needed to get back out in the world and chase after a semblance of normalcy. But he hadn’t, not fully. 

The amount of times he left the house, especially during the day, was far and few between. When he did, it was to go to Steve’s place, or Robin’s, or Dustin’s. 

Now he’d fallen into funk like none other, insisting that nobody bothered him at all. For the first time since turning into a vampire, the desire to start living again was stronger than ever, yet it terrified him to his core. The last thing he wanted to do was for his cursed hands to end up tarnishing whatever good managed to come his way. He wouldn’t be able to bear it, so he figured he’d save himself the disappointment by not trying at all. 

It was killing him. 

When he opens the door, you’re wide-eyed. Luna immediately strolls inside to circle in between his legs, proudly rubbing herself against them. As bad as he wants to scoop her up into his arms in relief, he keeps looking at you. 

“Eddie Munson?” you ask hesitantly.  

He swallows. “Yeah.”  

“I knew that was you back on Friday.” 

Your eyes flick down to Luna, who gratefully peers up. “She was out in the street trying to get help for you,” you say without a doubt. “Animals always know.” There’s a brief flicker of emotion in Eddie’s eyes. 

“I’d been trying to catch her that night.” He sounds ashamed, like he knows you’re right, “She’s never run away before.” A brief moment of silence passes between the two of you. 

“There’s someone coming for a welfare check,” you tell him. “The Chief of Police, I think. An officer stopped and told me.” 

Eddie pales—if that’s even possible. A humorless laugh rises in his throat. “I’m sorry for getting you dragged into this mess—” 

“I wasn’t dragged into anything,” you counter softly, searching his eyes. “It’s called life. Things happen, you meet people, time keeps passing by. 

“Everything happens for a reason.” You offer a small, encouraging smile.

He feels a flutter in his gut that he hasn’t felt in a long time. You’re awfully pretty, and kind, and smell way too divine. 

It’s too far away for you to hear, but in the distance, there’s a rumbling engine and the sound of tires turning onto the dirt road. 

•••

Vampires were supposed to be bound to legends and myths. Not real, and certainly not in Hawkins in the form of a boy whose company you could easily learn to enjoy. Both Eddie and Chief Hopper stare at you, eagerly awaiting your response to the story they just told. It’d practically been an entire oral history of Hawkins’ woes, not solely about Eddie, but about Eleven, demogorgons, the Mind Flayer, and Venca—all underscored by a depraved dimension called the Upside Down. 

All three of you are seated in the charming living room, the sun beginning to set outside. 

“Look,” Hopper says, running a thick hand down his face. “I know this is a lot. I wouldn’t blame you if you ran off and told the whole town.” As he shifts, the buttons over his stomach strain. “But before you do, just take a second and—” 

“I won’t tell,” you promise. “I always knew this town was different. I could feel it,” you admit. “For the first time in my life, I don’t feel crazy anymore.” 

That resonates with Eddie. It was a strange, unforgiving town indeed. 

“But I think you guys already knew that,” you say. “That’s why you even bothered to trust me.” 

Hopper glances at Eddie as if to say I like this one, she’s solid. Eddie likes you too.

The boy straightens up. “And about Robin, Steve, and everybody else… I know they lied to you, but it’s only because I asked them to keep me a secret,” he says. “If you’re upset about that, you have the right to take it out on me.” 

“Not while I’m here,” Hopper quips, pushing himself up from the couch. “If she does a number on you, I refuse to be a witness.” He’s joking, and you’re grateful for the levity that works its way back into the room. 

Eddie purses his lips in amusement, peeking over at you. You smile back.  

“And for the love of God, can you get something in your system? You look like you’re withering away,” Hopper grouses. “I’m gonna swing back around tomorrow, and all those blood bags better be gone.” 

You’re unable to stop yourself from snorting at what your life has suddenly become. If the sparkle in his eyes is any indicator, Eddie didn’t seem to mind your amusement. Not even a little bit, not even at all. 

•••

Gravel crackles beneath a set of tires as a vehicle rolls up out back. You’re too far away to hear, but as Eddie hops out of his van, he can make out chatter and drums emitting from inside. The external lights of The Hideout are blown out, so it’s pitch dark as Eddie rounds to the passenger side to get his acoustic guitar and sling it over his shoulder.

Soon, his hand is meeting the cool handle of the back door, which doesn't budge when he tugs. Two years ago, it would’ve. He was still learning how much time had altered in its wake. So He begins knocking instead. 

Entering through the front would be simple enough, but he wasn’t quite ready for everyone’s eyes to fall on him at once. 

Inside, Samuel, a man with a pirate hook in place of his missing hand, uses the metal prosthetic to push his empty glass closer to you for a refill. Eddie’s unheard knocking persists as you whistle for Alex to fulfill the man’s request in your place. 

“Gotta run to the bathroom,” you say. 

When you make it to the back hallway, the knocking finally registers. Two girls with matching mullets come stumbling out the bathroom hand-in-hand, forcing you to press closer to the wall as you head to answer the door. A voice emerges from the other side as you do. 

“Hello? I’m here to—”

It’s Eddie, blending in with the darkness of the night except for his guitar and milky skin. Although, there’s a bit more life to his complexion now. His curls tumble down onto his shoulders, denser and more defined as if he’d washed his hair recently. He’s no longer wearing baggy clothes, so you can see the true broadness of his shoulders. The undeniable tone of his slim frame. 

Under the weight of your observant gaze, he clears his throat, eyes flicking to the ground. “Sorry. It’s been a while,” he says. “I don’t know what the protocol is for performers anymore.”  

With everything you’ve learned over the past few weeks, you weren’t expecting him here. You’d hung out with him several times since learning he was a vampire, but it was either at his house or somebody else's. Never out and about, and certainly not around other people. 

His shoulders relax when you smile and open the door wider for him to come inside. He smells good as he brushes past you with tentative steps. 

“The green room is still where you remember it,” you call, trailing after him as he heads that way. 

It’s more of a supply room now. There are napkins, utensils, cleaning solutions, the whole lot. A few aux cords and other random pieces of sound equipment remain from back in the day. 

Eddie pads over to a small shelf, filled with old inspection documents and financial forms, and carefully scoots the stack to the right. Curiosity gets the better of you as you go to look over his shoulder. 

He can hear your breaths even though they aren’t loud. The gentle, steady beating of your heart. He can’t pretend it isn’t what he came for. 

Written in permanent marker against the wood of the shelf is a messy cluster of Corroded Coffin signatures dated with the year 1987. The year everything changed. Among the names, is his written in chunky capital letters, devil ears on either end. 

“I never knew that was there,” you say fondly.

He turns around to face you. “We thought we were so cool.” The memory makes him smile. 

A brief moment passes of taking each other in. You break the silence, “If you wanna perform, you can go out when the drums stop. Jim gets up there every evening and eventually wears himself out. I say he’s got another five minutes left in him.”

“Everyone’s got their process,” Eddie jokes. He’s rewarded with the sweet sound of your laugh. You pretend you wouldn’t rather stay hidden in this small, stuffy room and chat the remainder of your shift away. 

Jim stops playing as you predicted, but it isn’t until you’re back at the bar that Eddie emerges. You take the time to actually read what’s painted in white on the dark wood of his guitar: THIS MACHINE SLAYS Dragons. The room immediately goes quiet as he takes a seat on the edge of the stage, commanding it without doing anything at all. He even garners the attention of drunk eyes in their blurry haze. 

Without looking up from the fingerboard, he begins a connected series of languid strums, rings glinting in the low light. 

The melodic notes soon shape into a song. One that’s as somber as it is beautiful. It’s in no way akin to the punk and metal music that usually ricochets off the walls, but there’s no complaints. Everyone is transfixed by the way he simply watches his fingers as he plays. As if his heart isn’t bleeding out before their very eyes and reaching out to theirs. 

Once upon a time, he got a kick out of being rowdy and playing off the audience’s energy. But now, simply being seen and heard was enough. Especially after a period of wandering the dark. 

He’d told himself that this was the week he’d come out of hiding. That he was worth more than living in the shadows where he couldn’t make any mistakes. 

Scattered applause rises when he finishes. Samuel, abruptly slides from his barstool and slaps a few wrinkled dollar bills on the counter for you with his good hand. There’s a tug in your chest when you notice the tears welling in his eyes. 

“Who is that kid anyway?” he asks, swiping beneath them. 

You offer a small smile. “Eddie Munson.”

“I’d pay good money to hear his story,” he says, gathering his jacket from the back of the stool. “Tell your folks I say hello.” With that, he gets up and leaves, disappearing into the night.

Eddie stands from the stage as well. A few people file into his personal space to compliment and thank him for playing, but it doesn’t seem to phase him. He doesn’t flinch or cower away. The smile that eases across his face is so genuine that you can feel yourself being compelled into his orbit as well. 

You remain behind the bar, however. 

“Hey, lady, are you deaf or something?” A man taps his empty beer glass down on the bar in front of you, clearly intoxicated or at least halfway there. “Gimme another.” 

Alex is quick to pick up your slack, sliding up alongside you to give the guy a fresh glass. “Take a chill pill, man,” he says, fixing the guy with a firm look. 

“I’m Eric fucking Rutherford, and she’s on the clock.” He belches after taking a few big gulps. “She can visit la-la land on her own time. Shit, I’m going to go take a piss,” he grumbles. 

Eddie hears the whole exchange even though he wishes he hadn’t. He hears everything nowadays.

You shoot Alex a tired, apologetic smile. What you don’t see is Eddie placing his guitar on the stage and following Eric into the bathroom. 

Another perk of being undead is that nobody scares him anymore. 

“You can clock out early if you want,” Alex insists. “It’s only gonna get crazier.” 

The loud squeak of the hinges pierce through the air as Eddie slips through the bathroom door. Eric gives him a charged glance before unzipping his pants and taking care of his business. Eddie’s heavy boots clunk against the wet tile as he makes his way to the urinal right beside the man, staring down into the dingy ceramic.

“You a fairy or something? All this space and you wanna be right up under me.” Eddie can hear the man’s heartbeat speed up in his chest. Not from fear, fear sounded different. This was more like hopefulness.

Like a secret desire packed down so tight it was begging for a reason to be set free. Upon finishing, Eric zips his pants and gives Eddie another look, “Well, are you?”

Eddie’s jaw ticks as he shadows Eric to the sink. “What does matter to you?” He clocks the wedding band on the man’s ring finger. 

It’s hard to make out a reflection amid all the cracks and scribbled writing on the mirror, but Eric can see Eddie looming behind him like a stone wall. They lock eyes, and there’s something about Eddie’s gaze that makes it hard to look away. The man has no choice but to let down his facade. 

There was an inexplicable force willing him to do so. An inhuman compulsion. Eddie can’t bring himself to feel bad for leveraging an ability he seldom used. 

In a ruse of friendliness, he pulls out a couple sheets of paper towels and hands them to Eric. “Now you’re just stringing me along and playing hard to get,” the man accuses. “There’s a motel right across the street if you wanna drop the act.”

“No thanks,” Eddie says cooly. 

That startles a laugh out of him. “No thanks? Yeah, right—” 

Eric's face pales when dark veins begin to snake beneath Eddie’s eyes. 

Back in the main room, your head snaps up from wiping the bar when Eric bursts out of the bathroom, letting out a string of terrified expletives. He nearly trips over himself as he casts numerous glances over his shoulder, but nobody’s chasing after him. 

Multiple people call out to ask what’s wrong, but he chokes on his breath when he tries to speak. Seeing the intense flush of his face makes your heartbeat pound in your ears like Jim’s drumming. The tempo swells when he locks eyes with you. 

Eddie listens from the bathroom as he splashes his face with cold water. 

“I’m sorry, alright?” Eric forces out. “We’re cool now, okay? No more bad blood.”

You nod, frozen in place at the realization of the only person who could make him this afraid. With the acceptance of your apology, he darts out the front door on shaky legs. 

•••

Not even ten minutes later, you’re scolding Eddie after accepting his offer to drive you home. It’s an invitation you could’ve passed on, if you hadn’t long regretted your decision to bike to work. Eddie’s van smells earthen, with faint undertones of tobacco and the cinnamon car freshener hanging from their rearview. 

He can hear the waver of concern in your voice as you carry on. 

“And what if he tells?” you ask. “What if he recognized you?”  

“He didn’t recognize me. And he won’t tell,” Eddie says, a little too sure for your liking. 

“You don’t know that, Eddie. Jesus.” You slouch back into the passenger seat and go silent for the first time during the entire ride. Only then does guilt begin gnawing at you, relentless nips all over your body. 

Eddie was at least trying to get back out into the world, and here you were scolding him for standing up in your defense. 

You look over to his hands as he drives, the glint of his rings. Eddie has pretty, slender fingers. He can feel you staring, but doesn’t respond because he has no regrets. Not only have his senses been amplified since the Upside Down, but so has his willingness to defend. He’d spent so long running from everyone and everything, as if being a coward was woven into the inner fabric of his being. But not anymore. 

There was an unyielding sense of protectiveness you managed to stir within him. That’s how everything felt when it came to you. He has to fight to ignore how aware he is of you. Your aura, your scent, the way your blood smells sweeter now that it was just the two of you making passage through the night. 

He licks over his teeth and his tingling gums, ignoring the relentless pull of desire. 

Looking out the passenger side window as the town passes by only works for so long. “Hey, Eddie?” you murmur. “I’m sorry for raising my voice. I just worry.” 

You shrink in on yourself when he looks over at you with more fondness than you deserve. “It’s alright,” he says.

A smile finally twitches at his lips when you hold out your pinky. He indulges you, hooking his larger one around yours. 

•••

It’s no surprise he receives an invitation inside your trailer once you’ve arrived. It feels weird being back in the small, othered community that raised him. There were a few occasions he’d come to visit Wayne at night when nobody could see. Other than that, it was the older man who came to him instead. 

The small space is cozy and lived-in. A courtesy of one of your aunt’s who’d fled Hawkins but was willing to rent the place out for cheap. Eddie’s enhanced scent allows him to perceive every note. It’s overwhelming in the best way. He could tune it all out if he wanted, but he’s greedy when it comes to you. 

You head to your bedroom as he takes off his boots by the door, bracing a hand on the wall. With owl-like eyes, watching the sway of your hips in your jeans as you disappear. Then he begins to look around in curiosity. There are numerous pictures of your friends and family. Shelves on the walls that hold different frames, trinkets, and figurines. The layout of the trailer is similar to his Uncle Wayne’s in that the living room and kitchen bleed into each other, but you’ve made a more functional utilization of the space. 

It soon registered that the shuffling sound coming from your room is you attempting to tidy up. A smile tugs at his lips. 

A small squeak escapes you as you turn around from closing a drawer of your dresser. Eddie is leaning in the doorway with an amused look on his face, and you can’t even conjure up an excuse for what you’re doing. 

“Can I come in?” he asks. 

“No,” you huff, a grin threatening to break through. 

A chuckle shakes his chest. “Please?” 

There’s a giddy flutter within you. “You’re banned for life.” 

“For life,” he repeats as he saunters in. “That’s not fair.” 

Your room reminds him of Robin’s, though it’s not as reflective of your more teenage interests. There’s more of a mature refinement that still brims with personality. 

Eddie walks over to your small, somewhat cluttered desk and picks up your journal as your back is turned away. 

When your eyes land on him again, he’s sitting on the foot of your bed, the book flipped open. His gaze is fixed on the first, where your name and the date you started writing in it are scrawled in your handwriting. He’d never be so bold in invading your privacy. He only picked it up to get a rise out of you. As expected, your heart sinks into your feet at the sight. 

“Eddie, no,” you whine, rushing over to swipe it away, completely unaware that you’ve crowded between his legs. He angles it out of your reach with a teasing grin on his face. “It’s not funny, I’m being serious.” Still, a helpless laugh bubbles out of you in betrayal. 

You reach for it again, but this time he falls onto his back, extending his arm above his head. 

Placing one knee on the bed between his spread legs, you lean forward, bracing with one hand as you reach for your journal with the other. Eddie’s breath catches when your chest brushes against his face, warmth flooding his cheeks and pleasantly melting lower and lower. 

In an effort to save himself from doing something stupid, he slips his free hand under your sweater to press his fingers into your skin like he’s playing the piano. A small squeak escapes you before you tumble into the sweetest laughter. 

You scoot further down his body to escape and, in your warm, giggly haze, capture his lips in a kiss that sends both of your heads soaring into the clouds.  

You tell yourself it’s only to get him to stop tickling you, but it’s more than that. It’s a bursting forth of every feeling that reawakened the moment you learned he was still alive. All the lost years come rushing back for their recompense in the intoxicating heat of your kiss. 

Eddie drops the journal in favor of settling both hands on your waist to steady you above him. Even then, he’s not sure how long he’ll be able to carry on like this. A familiar sensation starts up in his gums, and he makes a small sound in the back of his throat that sounds grieved. 

Almost immediately, you pull away, staring down at his spit slicked lips. “Are you okay?” you murmur, studying his face with concern.  

He nods in place of speaking, but when you lean back in to peck his lips, he makes that same sound again, pushing gently at your waist. 

“Hold on,” he breathes. 

Your brows furrow until you get the idea to raise his upper lip with a gentle thumb. For the first time, up close and personal, you see that his fangs have extended. Weakly, he fights against you to close his mouth, but you don’t move your finger. There’s a sense of wonder in your eyes as you study them, pearly and sharp. 

He feels exposed, like he’s an animal receiving an inspection. 

“Alright,” he halfheartedly urges, turning his head away to get you to stop. In doing so, the sharp end of his right fang ends up nicking your thumb. Wincing, you step back to your full height, allowing him to sit up. 

“Shit, I’m sorry. Lemme see?” He raises your hand to assess the damage. It’s nothing major. A trickle of blood runs from the puncture. 

“I’m okay.” 

He doesn’t let go of your hand. Neither has he looked away from the blood. It’d be easy for him to slip your finger into his mouth and suck it off. But he doesn’t, unsure he’d be able to stop. 

That’s when a willing look sparks in your eyes. 

“It’s okay,” you assure, recalling how your own childhood consisted of quickly sucking away the blood from minor cuts and scrapes. It was nothing. You trust him. 

Eddie blinks, conflicted, then presses his lips to the pad of your thumb as if he’s offering a kiss. You feel the wet warmth of his tongue as he pokes it out. Your blood is too good. If he never drank it again, this would be more than enough. All he needed was one taste when it came to you.   

•••

𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟶

Leaving Hawkins

Come Again Soon 

Passing the sign had almost felt wrong, but the breeze flowing in from the cracked windows didn’t. Neither did the gentle weight of Eddie’s hand resting on your thigh. Even now, as you and Eddie wander your way around a carnival two towns over, the words lingered around the edges of your mind. For a fleeting second, you allow yourself to imagine that the two of you were bound to never return.  

Golden hour paints everything in an ethereal glow. The air smells like pumpkin spice, cider, and straw. Lights from various attractions twinkle and flash like small colorful stars. Laughter and thrilled screams seem to have permanent residency in the air. So much life pulsed all around. More than Hawkins would likely ever see again for a long time. Eddie looks over at you when you squeeze his hand. 

“Doing alright?” you ask quietly. 

He nods. “You?” 

You nod. “I’ve been working up the courage to ask you to go in a photo booth with me.” 

A surprised laugh slips past Eddie’s lips. “What do you mean courage?”

“Last time we went in one together, you said never again,” you mock the sound of his voice, recalling the flustered look on his face. It’d been your fault, your hands had wandered, drawing eyes when you exited the booth. 

“Yeah, well, I changed my mind,” he says. 

Upon crawling into the next available booth, it’s a tight fit. Your thighs press together, but you can’t bring yourself to mind. Sometimes you couldn’t get close enough. The black curtains hanging on either side surprisingly manage to block out a decent amount of light. With a giddy smile on your face, you cling to Eddie’s free arm as he pays and presses the buttons necessary to advance past the main menu. When it comes time to take your series of photos, a brief sense of panic washes over you.

“Wait, we never planned out our poses.” 

Eddie chuckles as he drapes an arm over your shoulders and kisses your temple. “We can wing it. We’re good at that.”

Turns out he’s right. You can’t stop gushing at the strip of black-and-white pictures once you’re back on the outside. Out of the four, your favorite one is where you’re both smiling into the camera with your head resting on his shoulder. It strikes you then, how fortunate you are to be able to spend moments like this with him. If you could comb through entire dictionaries, ‘easy’ was still the word you’d settle on when it came to Eddie. It was easy to exist alongside him. He was kind in a way you’d never experienced in a relationship. And funny in a quiet sort of way you wouldn’t necessarily expect at first glance.  

“Prettiest girl in the world,” Eddie compliments as you start walking again. “Got me wrapped around your finger.” 

Instead of responding, you hook your arm around his and tuck yourself closer. A brief silence stretches between you, but the sounds of the fairgrounds continue all around like magic. You’ll remember this evening forever. 

“Thank you,” Eddie eventually says, tone thick with sincerity. You don’t ask what he’s referring to because you know it’s not one singular thing.

Even during that melancholic night when you almost hit him with your car, he knew there was something about you he wouldn’t be able to shake for a long time. Had he not seen you again, he still would’ve remembered your face, the sound of your voice, how evident it was that you cared, even in your tiredness. But then Luna led you back to him, and you brought him back to life. You showed him that there was so much worth living for, that it was okay to mess up sometimes. There was nothing to gain when you never took a chance. 

Eventually, you find yourselves in line for the ferris wheel. By the time you reach front, the sun has surrendered its golden glow to a calmer pink hue settling closer to the horizon. The lights from all the rides look particularly nice twinkling in the budding twilight. 

The cart rocks gently as you and Eddie board with care. Once you’re settled and the wheel continues its revolution, everything below no longer seems as grand. The game stands, food booths, kiddie roller coasters, countless fairgoers walking around. There’s a flutter in your gut from the new height, and you welcome it. 

When Eddie interlocks his fingers with yours, you look down at your joint hands, a smile creeping onto your face. Before you know it, you’ve reached the top. You almost expect it to keep going, but it eases to a complete stop, your cart swaying softly with the sudden stillness. 

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says. You meet his gaze. His eyes are dark like they always are, seemingly looking straight into your soul. 

Rather than continuing whatever he was going to say, he cups your face and presses his lips to yours. A pleasant warmth rushes down to your toes as if you weren’t already on top of the world. Eddie is a gentle kisser, always acutely aware of the thirst you stirred within him. One he’d never quite felt before, even when he wasn’t hungry. You’ve learned his cues, when to keep leaning in or pull away. Kissing him is exhilerating in that way. 

You’re too wrapped up in the softness of his lips to pay any mind to the teenagers on the cart behind you attempting to stifle their giggles. 

Nor do you mind the brief stinging sensation of your lower lip catching one of Eddie’s fangs. The indulgent lap of his tongue that occurs in time with the tangy, metallic taste that registers on your own. 

All around, the world carries on. Even lonesome Hawkins where it rests miles away. 

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[red-smut]

Work of five 1/6: Ryujin

2000 words

Initially this was going to be a long one-shot with all the girls, but in the end I'm going to make this a mini-series in which each chapter will be focused on one girl and the last one will be with all of them at the same time, I hope you like it.

Profits are the most important in the kpop industry, agencies make a lot of money by making use of the voice and face of their idols, but inside the kpop paradise hides a dark hell that not all idols have reached, but sooner or later they will.

When a girl group fails to fulfill the expectations set by their agency regarding profits, they act and decide to raise the money in a more… frowned upon way.

Because there are people in the world willing to pay huge amounts of money to get their hands on a young Asian girl they adore internationally.

In this situation are now Itzy’s girls, who have not been able to raise enough money, so a group of millionaires has decided to rent the body of the girls for fun.

The first to find out about this deal was Ryujin, JYP asked her to stay after a concert, thus separating her from the group.

After being put on notice she tried to refuse but finally had to accept for the sake of her career.

Soft male moans were coming from inside Ryujin’s dressing room, where she was squatting sucking the cock of 4 men of different races.

One is a huge black man, he must have been about six feet tall and his physique was certainly incredible, but what stood out the most about him was his huge member, which was so big that Ryujin barely reached half of it.

On the other hand there was a Russian man who barely let out a word, although his cock was not as big as his partner’s it must be admitted that his size was still quite astonishing.

Finally there is the old man, he wasn’t made for this kind of jogging anymore and he had already cum three times in Ryujin’s mouth, but he is the leader of a big company and he is one of the ones who paid the most, so Ryujin had to give him some preference by order of JYP

The Russian man is grabbing Ryujin by the hair while she was wrapping her lips around his cock, trying to push him to the limit to get one out of the way already “it’s been 10 seconds, switch.”

The Russian pushed Ryujin away by force and gave her hair to the black guy, who accepted it delightedly and immediately grabbed it tightly to crush his cock against the rapper’s face, his shaft went from her chin to her forehead, where the tip of this monstrosity rested, when she felt the dirty smell of his cock Ryujin went blank for a few moments and her body acted by pure instinct, licking and kissing the dick with an expression that showed submission.

But this didn’t last long, as Ryujin came back to her senses and hurriedly walked away “You disgusting fucking nasty nigger, wash your dick once in a while it makes you want to…”

Old hands grabbed Ryujin’s head and turned her around to plunge an old cock down her throat, with him Ryujin had a special treat and started to devour his cock eagerly, knowing that if it made the old man happy enough maybe she wouldn’t have to go through this ever again.

Ryujin sucks him while teasing his tip with her tongue and occasionally flicking it up and down his shaft, one of her hands gripping the member while the other grasps his balls, gently stroking them to please the old man.

When she feels him approaching the limit she tries to pull away, but a hand stops her, Ryujin tries harder but the man’s grip is firm and the idol soon feels a thick white liquid flooding her mouth.

Then the old man lets go, laughing as he sees Ryujin spit out the nectar with disgust “You’re done already, aren’t you? If so get the fuck out of here.”

“Not yet, we want your other mouth too” The shadows of the black man and the Russian hover over Ryujin “We can still go on”

“Alright” Ryujin reluctantly agreed trusting that she could end this quickly and take control of the situation, but she couldn’t be more wrong

“Bro, it’s my turn, leave her to me now” The russian puts his hand on the black man’s shoulder and he slides his member out of Ryujin, letting his seed fall quickly, he looks at his partner and smiles “She’s all yours.”

He dropped Ryujin and she supported herself as she could, but as her legs were weak she would have fallen to the ground had it not been for the big Russian man who held her before she fell, Ryujin tried to look into his eyes still trying to recover from the brutal fuck she had just experienced. “Let me rest for a moment please… then I’ll do whatever you want”.

Ryujin’s words only served to make the Soviet man hornier, who without hesitation turned Ryujin around and with one hand slammed her head against the door, getting ready to fuck her doggy style

The old man approached the two of them, he was already dressed again and watched Ryujin with a slight smile “You’re so hot Ryujin, I think I’ll rent you later for something else.”

Ryujin glared angrily at the old man but didn’t complain as he knew it didn’t suit him. The old man placed his hand on the Russian man’s shoulder “Please Andrei, can you do me a favor and break her? I’m willing to pay you if you want” Hearing this the idol tried to let go but Andrei was too strong “Don’t worry Mr. Takahasi, I’m happy to do it.”

“Hey let go of me I don’t want to…” The big Soviet cock plunged inside Ryujin and she couldn’t help replacing her words with a moan, she tried to speak afterwards but another onslaught from the big man had the same effect again.

Shut up and relax bitch, the ones who fight the most are always the ones who enjoy the most in the end” Ryujin’s walls tighten, trying to keep that huge tool from coming out of her “See? You don’t want to admit it but you love what I do, come on, cum and prove me right"

Ryujin didn’t want to give the man reason, but unfortunately for her, her body was no longer obeying her will.

Immediately Ryujin started to squirt and Andrei had to pull out, Ryujin’s juices soaked both the man’s pelvis and the floor “So you’re a squirter eh? I like that” The black man couldn’t help but want to get into action seeing all that, so he brought his cock closer to Ryujin’s mouth and without hesitation she moved her head and stuck her tongue out trying to take the black member between her lips

“Hungry slut” The black man brought his cock closer so Ryujin could wrap her lips over it, then she started sucking hard and dedicatedly to please the man she thought she hated before

Andrei didn’t lag behind and started rubbing his cock against her entrance again “Do you want me to put it back in?” Ryujin let out a choked moan and let the black cock out for a single moment “Please… Fuck me…” Andrei smiled and slammed his manhood through the wet hole and the black for his part grabbed Ryujin’s head and began to fuck her face so roughly that tears began to leak from her eyes.

Ryujin closed her eyes as the two cocks devastated her mouth and pussy, she cummed again and again, falling further and further into the abyss of depravity. As she was being fucked she suddenly heard laughter and footsteps, and when she opened her eyes she discovered three other huge men already naked, this was just the beginning for her…

1 hour… 2 hours… Ryujin had already lost track of time by this time. Every time she got one guy to finish another one came in right after, some even continued after cumming on her several times

By this time Ryujin was sandwiched, one cock was bursting in her pussy while the other was fucking her ass. She wanted to moan but she was not able to as her mouth was also being occupied by another man, besides as she could not leave the others waiting her hands were also at work, masturbating two cocks and preparing them to take over from the ones already in her holes.

Andrei and Mr. Takahasi were sitting on the couch watching what was going on “That bitch is very resilient, she has been here for almost three hours and she is still conscious… may I ask what you need her for, Mr. Takahasi?”

Mr. Takahasi laughed at the question and answered “Nothing that should be important for you Andrei, just shut up and enjoy the girl.”

“I understand that you don’t want to tell me, but please, is it really necessary to record it?” Andrei pointed to a hidden camera in the corner of the dressing room. “You thought I wouldn’t notice?”

“Is necessary Andrei, it makes this all the more fucking hotter, now go and fuck her again” Andrei got up reluctantly and forcibly pulled out the one Ryujin was sucking on.

“Ok slut, you like fat cocks don’t you?” Ryujin looked Andrei in the eyes with a mix of happiness and lust and managed to answer between moans “Yes… Please use this slut…” Without waiting any longer Andrei took advantage of the fact that Ryujin’s mouth was open to stick his cock in.

Ryujin sucked hard trying to make him cum fast because she wanted to taste his cum as soon as possible.

The other two were already close, Ryujin’s constant orgasms and her tightness had pushed them to the limit and they couldn’t hold on any longer. The first to cum was the one occupying her ass, he pulled out in time and let his seed fall on her back and ass.

The feeling of the warm semen made Ryujin cum again and push the other guy to finish, but he refused to pull out and released inside. The semen filled Ryujin’s insides and even overflowed, some of it dripping down the boy’s cock

Having finished with the other two Ryujin managed to rush out of the sandwich she was subjected to, She released the cocks she was jerking and stopped sucking Andrei’s cock to kneel on the floor, then grabbed his member again and wrapped her lips around it again.

Her hands went one to his shaft to caress it as she sucked it and the other to his big balls to play with them.

Her gaze went to Andrei’s eyes and it was completely different from the one she had at the beginning, while before her gaze was of fury now it was the gaze of a nymphomaniac

Before she knew it she was cumming already, Ryujin took all of it without any complaints and when he finished she opened her mouth and let his seed slide down her tongue, giving him a sight he would not forget for a long time.

Ryujin continued to get fucked but Mr. Takahasi had enough show for today and was now in his limo talking on the phone with JYP “The girl is good and I have no doubt that she will be useful to me… but I think I would still like to see the other girls because you know… This is a work of five…”

Takahasi looked at the pictures of the girls on his phone “So… Could you sneak me into Yuna’s next “Sex Party”?"

[strawberrystepmom]

nsfw - mdni. reader and gojo are in a semi established relationship it’s a whole thing. reader squirted on his face and he won’t shut up about it. 834 words.

“Any questions?”

Yaga looks around the room at the group of sorcerers in front of him, yourself and Satoru included despite your responsibilities with your respective students, with his arms folded. Someone on the opposite side of the room clears their throat and you don’t bother to look, instead sighing quietly when you hear Gojo’s voice from behind you.

“Bored yet?”

Rolling your eyes, you reach up to try and pinch his cheek to get him away from you but he only bunches closer and you miss. Pinching the soft skin of his earlobe as he leans over your shoulder, you quickly drop your hand and put it in your lap to bring some level of professionalism back to your appearance.

Your efforts make no difference to the man watching you fidget beneath his blindfolded gaze and he continues, whispering right beneath your ear.

“I know I’m bored,” he admits, to the surprise of absolutely no one, “and I keep thinking about last night.”

Turning your face enough that your eyes meet his covered ones, a warning glance is leveled but it only makes him offer you a toothy smile in return. He drapes his opposite arm over your empty shoulder but you don’t put up a fight, afraid to draw attention to yourself in front of a room full of people who shouldn’t even know the two of you spent the night together.

“Can we discuss this later?”

The pleading edge to your tone only pushes him further, his dangling hand now inching back up your arm and wrapping around your shoulder.

“Don’t be shy, princess, you should be proud of yourself.” You groan quietly, stomach turning with equal parts of heat and anxiety recalling exactly what he’s talking about. “Made a big mess all over this pretty face, didn’t you?”

Closing your eyes, you pretend you don’t hear him at all and instead choose to focus on listening to the questions regarding a smaller mission across the country being asked by one of the grade three sorcerers.

Your mind drifts elsewhere, though, to big blue eyes peering up at you while your thighs were spread over his big fat mouth last night. Those hands were full of your hips, lush skin spilling between them, and your cunt was being devoured as if it were his last meal. His enthusiasm was so contagious that it even caught you up in it, your releases coming in spurts of liquid drenching his face and chest with each high he helped you drift to.

Crossing your legs tightly, you pull your mind back into reality by force and try once again to focus despite the menace at your back.

“Didn’t you?” He pesters again after your prolonged silence and you shift, trying to get him off of you and that finally captures the attention of the rest of the room, several heads turning in your direction.

“Is there an issue, Gojo?”

He scoffs at the insinuation that he’s the only one causing a ruckus, you always have been one of Yaga’s favorites so of course you avoid the reprimand, but leans back into his own chair nevertheless.

“Just waitin’ on you to wrap this up.”

An unamused chuckle leaves the principal and you listen to the rustle of clothing from behind you that indicates Satoru is folding his arms over his chest.

“If you’d been paying attention you would have known that we’re done for today.”

Everyone begins standing and Satoru grabs you as you do, hand wrapping around your bicep. Pulling you in his direction, you frown but he doesn’t stop and instead leans down enough that he’s mouth level with your ear once again.

“I’ll make you do it again tonight, I’m feeling a little parched after all this.”

Despite his embarrassing antics, you can’t help but half smile and look up at him through your lashes. He’s incorrigible in every way but you find it too charming to be angry.

“Okay,” you agree softly. “But for the rest of the day you have to leave me alone.”

He nods and you feel grateful that for once he agreed without a hassle, letting go of your arm and heading toward the exit. You exhale, relieved, but he turns on his heel and looks straight at you and the group of your peers standing at your back attempting to make their exit too.

“I can still smell you on me.”

Satoru smirks, sniffing loudly and rubbing his hand over his chin before rounding the opened door and you feel your face heat as everyone turns to look at you, faces giving away their various levels of distress.

Groaning, you slump and your hands slap against the outsides of your thighs.

“He’s talking about perfume! He’s talking about perfume…you saw him earlier.”

An unconvinced murmur seems to be the shared opinion of the entire group that is now making its way out the door, leaving you alone to catch your breath, attempting to explain yourself futile.

[steddieas-shegoes]

what about dessert?

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'dessert'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated t | 722 words | cw: eddie has some anxiety about being a good dad | tags: established relationship, surrogacy, fluff

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While they weren’t the ones actually having a baby, Steve and Eddie take Chrissy’s advice and decide to go on a babymoon before their new addition is here. Rory is at a friend’s house, and they’re at a nice dinner, enjoying steaks and scallops and the best truffle macaroni and cheese their money can buy.

“Do you think it’s weird that we’re doing this?” Eddie asks. “We aren’t the ones who are pushing a baby out of our bodies.”

“No, but we are the ones who will have absolutely no free time when the baby is here,” Steve responds with his mouth half full. The food is good, okay?

“Did you do this when you had Rory?” Eddie asks cautiously, maybe already knowing the answer.

“No,” Steve laughs. “Getting Elizabeth away from work would’ve been impossible. I didn’t even try.”

Eddie doesn’t let his sadness over what Steve had to go through linger, not now when they’re supposed to be enjoying this time together. He does let some of the anger sit in his chest, though. He may never completely let the anger go, even if Steve insists he should.

“I’m kinda nervous,” Eddie admits. It’s not the first time he’s said it. He’s been nervous the entire time. Sure, he’s helped raise Rory for the last few years, but she was already past the hardest parts. This is new territory for him. “I don’t know how you did any of this alone.”

“Well, no one is really completely alone, ya know? I had Robin after a while. And neighbors and friends once were here. And I was part of a single parent group when she was a toddler. You’re gonna be just fine, baby,” Steve explains before taking another bite.

He doesn’t seem nervous at all, but that’s probably because he’s done this before. He’s changed diapers and had to stay up all night with a sick baby and had to kiss boo boos.

“Are you worried?”

“About having a baby?” Steve asks, finally dropping his fork and giving Eddie all his attention.

“Just…I mean I know I won’t be bad at it. I guess I just worry that I won’t be good enough for you. You’re kind of a superhero dad.”

Steve’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to find something to say.

“Are you interested in any dessert this evening?” Their waitress interrupts.

She’s smiling down at them, but quickly seems to sense the tension, and drops the smile slowly.

Eddie smiles back at her, though. “We’d love a piece of the chocolate cheesecake, please.”

The waitress gives him a quick smile and nod, and quickly leaves the table.

“Why would you think you aren’t good enough for me?” Steve asks.

“You just…you’re you. You’re so great at being a dad. It’s so easy for you and I think I’ll have to try a lot harder to be even okay at it. It’s not gonna be as natural for me.”

“Eddie, you’re gonna be great. You already are with Rory.”

Eddie’s phone vibrates in his pocket, but he assumes it’s probably just a couple of texts coming through. Service at the restaurant has been spotty.

“I just-”

It’s not texts, it’s definitely a call.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

“Robin’s calling.” Steve nods to tell him to answer it. “Hey. What? Okay. Wait. And she’s- okay. Well, we just ordered dessert, but-” Eddie pales. “Right. Be there as soon as we can.”

Steve is already waving over the nearest staff, asking for the bill even though he didn’t hear the other side of the conversation.

“But our dessert…” Eddie says instead of telling him anything about the phone call.

“I’ll get you a cheesecake at the hospital,” Steve smirks.

“How’d you know Chrissy’s in labor?”

“Because you look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“Good point.”

Steve stands and grabs his hand, tugging him to his feet as the waitress comes rushing over with the bill.

“You ready to be the best dad?” Steve asks.

“Only if you’re with me.”

“I boxed up your dessert!” The waitress exclaims, handing Eddie a box and Steve the bill. “I hope everything is okay!”

Steve quickly adds a tip and signs the receipt, smiling at her as he hands it back over.

“Everything is perfect.”

[spideyhexx]

12 am thoughts with kit;

more! nsfw! this feels aligned with some past thoughts of fwb academic rivalry coryo...

Coryo straightens out the sleeve of his uniform jacket while you're pulling him around the corner, "Can this wait? I'm gonna be late for class and you know I-"

Your hand presses to his chest with more firmness than he's expecting. With a bit of a push, his back is to the wall in the curved corner, half secluded from the main hallway. You would have to get close to see and most students, if not all, would be in class by this time.

Coriolanus grabs your elbows before you can move, "What do you want?"

"Nothing," you jut your bottom lip slightly at his skeptical expression and wriggle your arms from his grasp.

"Nothing. How many times has it been nothing? Coriolanus it's nothing, you take my pen. Coriolanus it's nothing, beg for me to walk home with you, Coriolanus-"

You place your palm directly over the front of his pants, with enough pressure to get him to shut up. He flushes, mouth parting to speak, but nothing comes out. Coryo glances down, your manicured, perfect hand grasping at him through his pants, making a slight movement. A threat to palm him.

You chew on your bottom lip, waiting for his eyes to find yours again. Once they do, you quickly peck his lips and Coryo's eyes flutter shut.

"Now?" He asks, opening his eyes to quickly glance around. And when he leans too much away to look, you squeeze him through his pants, a gentle one, that gets his breath all shuddery how you like it.

You nod, "it'll be quick."

His jaw sets and he unclips the skirt part of the uniform, "I don't know whether to be insulted by that or relieved," he mumbles, watching you happily find the button and zipper of his pants, undoing it.

"Both, you finish so fast, that is why I said it," you chide at him and move to your knees. Coryo rolls his eyes, leaning his head back on the wall, his hand instinctively on your head before his dick is even out.

It's all clockwork for the two of you.

"Thank you," he snarks, as you push his pants down just enough to put your hand down his boxers and pull him out. Your eyes look up to him, gathering saliva in your mouth then dribbling the spit onto his hardening cock, using your hand to rub it all in.

Coriolanus is not looking at you, head still tilted back on the wall. He is distraught that if he looked at you while you spit on him, he would have to find a way to clean the shoulder of your uniform before the two of you go to class.

Your tongue laps at his tip, and his hand tightens on your head. The slow stroke of your hand, as your tongue swirls his tip, is the exact reason he hates you. You told him you had never done this before him and he is convinced you lied. Because right from the first time you had him in your mouth, you were perfect. Suckling his tip and messing it with your spit, all to get him fully hard. It wasn't the main show. He hated it.

Even here, in a secluded corner of the Academy, you did not seem to mind getting his cock all wet, and he has to bite down hard on his cheek.

"I thought I told you we should stay away from doing this stuff here," he whispers at you, finally taking the chance and looking down at you. You don't respond to him because you're too busy wrapping your lips around him and sucking, slowly taking a little more of him.

You keep your hand wrapped around the base of him, eyes up on him, the pretty blue eyes that look brighter from this angle. He can't help the soft sighs that leave his mouth, but he tries to even stop those, focusing his energy on holding your head.

When you hum against him, he nearly explodes in your mouth, his head going back again and a strained hum leaving his mouth.

If you could smile right now you would. You push on, licking your tongue on the underside of his length as you pull your lips off of him, stroking your hand over him. A quick couple of pumps before you get your mouth back on him, bobbing your head faster.

"Ah..oh...shit," he mutters, his hand moving to the back of your head. Coryo lightly presses on your head to get his cock deeper in your mouth and his hesitancy surprises you. You roll your eyes over it and move forward to take all his cock into your mouth, a shaky moan leaving his lips, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, do you want me to cum down your throat?"

You pinch his thigh.

He hisses at it, "I know, I know, quiet, yeah," he says, breathless and moving your head back a little for you. You know he can't hold back much longer, so you keep your quicker pace for a few seconds, feeling his thigh tense under your hand. Then, you purposely slow till you get to his tip, and suck on it harsher than before. Coryo lets out a whimper breath and bucks his hips forward, spilling into your mouth and watching you take it all, swallowing every single drop.

He pants, letting go of your head and watching you pull back, licking over your lips and at his tip again to clean off any drops, then tuck him back in his boxers. "Huh, how'd you... never mind." Coriolanus thinks questioning how you swallowed all of him without making any sort of mess will just make him hard again.

He gets himself back to decency as you stand up, wiping at your mouth and straightening your own uniform.

Coriolanus is about to say something when you tap his arm, peck his lips, and give him a smile, "See you later, Snow," and you turn on your heel to leave.

[v3nusxsky]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fic of cock warming/bdsm. So, like, reader x larissa. R and Larissa have been in a relationship for some time and R happens to be a very bratty bottom. Well R has been very bratty to larissa all day, being sassy and sending NSFW pics to larissa and she's finally had enough. R gets pulled into Larissas office, and ends up facing a punishment. And it also happens to be the day Larissa is having a staff meeting. So she makes r sit on her lap during the meeting and cock warm her. R has to act like everything is fine during the meeting or else she's in trouble. Larissa is acting like having r on her lap cock warming her is the most natural thing in the world while during this meeting. Well, r being the bratty sub she is, starts to slowly move and grind on larissas cock, but not enough that people can see. She's clenching and griding around larissas cock and it gets to the point larissa ends the meeting early. After everyone leaves Larssia gives r the punishment she deserves.

~👋

Definitely deserved

*Authors note ~ well sometimes we all need to be pulled back into line right? No? Just me 😂 this one goes out to everyone who likes to push buttons*

Trigger warnings~ sub r, mommy Larissa, cockwarming, nudes being sent, bondage, bratty r, punishment, semi public sex?, spanking (r), oral (L), edging (r) , slight choking (r)

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Being her house wife was everything and more. You lived a comfortable life, filled with love laughter and joy. Larissa, your wife, was the principal of Nevermore while you kept on top of the house duties and eventually would become a stay at home mother. That’s the plan. Although it’s not to say you don’t get a little bored these days. Once the chores were all done, there’s only so many times you can read the same books and watch the same shows before becoming bored. You loved Larissa’s dedication to her job, you do, but recently she’d been staying later in her office and well you missed her. Her company, her presence around the house and her touch.

You can’t help but use your free time to wrap your body in the new crimson red rope you purchased, aiming to get the tie perfect. Larissa always did love when her presents were wrapped so perfectly that it almost pained her to undo them. Almost. Larissa had no clue about your purchase due to her extended time at Nevermore recently yet you decided to get her attention the best way you knew how.

One thing about weems is she loves when you’re doing domestic duties. Something about her sweet little house wife sent her feral. You knew this. There had been many times she’s caught you washing dishes and lost the fight, ending up taking you against pretty much every surface of the kitchen she could. The time she sank to her knees as she had you spread across the kitchen island to eat you out like a starved woman or the time where she was so needy she lifted your cute little sun dress and sank into your needy cunt as her lips found their home in your neck.

After snapping a few pictures and videos you were half way through untangling the rope from your body when the memories hit you like a fright train. The perfect ideas for your collection of photos seemed to fall into place with ease. You quickly re tied the intricate tie once more, now only clad in the rope you ventured to the kitchen with the simple intention of scrubbing every crevice of the floor. A mundane task, but you figured she’d appreciate the sight. So naturally you set to work making sure to capture it.

When your name popped onto her phone screen once again she couldn’t help but smile. You always made her day brighter, the I love you texts and the ones where you detailed wanting her home with you, updating her on your day and wishing her well, they were just so cute. But today you seemed to have woken up in a particular mood, all throughout the morning she’d been gifted photos of you, snipets of what she could have if she were home. And the texts of what you wished she would do to you… it was overwhelming her in the best ways. But with this video she feared you may have actually broken her restraint.

“Pretty little house wife for mommy” was the only caption to the three minute video. You on your hands and knees in nothing but rope, perfectly on display for her, your focus on getting the floor to be sparkling was so intense you couldn’t even see your own beauty. It’s uncommon that Larissa loses control over her ability. Control is something she prides her self on. The high level of desire you provoked in the older woman caused her anatomy to shift. Something teen Larissa had many awkward encounters with. Well shit. Her lovely dress now tented at the apex of her thighs.

You weren’t expecting the sound of her ringtone as noon approached, you lay in the blankets ready for an afternoon nap. Yet you answered any time she called, desperate to hear her voice again. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the frustrated sigh the came through, a small win, only for her to command you come to Nevermore. This instant. Even bigger win. So with a small stretch, you dragged yourself from your comfortable spot to get ready to leave. It wouldn’t take you long and she knew that.

Walking to her office was a strange feeling, almost as if you were a disobedient school girl heading to detention. Upon entering the room you could instantly see the cause of her frustration as she held the door for you. You couldn’t help but smile at the way she was so affected by little old you. You allowed the shifter to guide you to her desk before seating you on her lap, effortlessly. Your hands coming to wrap around her neck as you chuckled, “happy to see me darling?”

“You have no idea what you have awoken in me sweet girl, I suggest behaving or I’ll have to punish you sweetheart. We both know how you would loathe that.” Her simple warning was temping to ignore. You’d behaved perfectly well if you didn’t say so yourself, so naturally you ground your hips down against her bulge for some friction, “I’ve been so good mommy, did you like your surprise?” You purred happily as her hands came to grip your hips effectively stilling them. “I think you can see just how much I liked it darling, don’t be such a bratty baby and help mommy out will you?”

Helping your wife out came in the form straddling her lap as she warmed her shifted cock in your tight little cunt. You couldn’t help but whimper of “mommy” at the slight stretch that occurred as you tried to accommodate the intrusion. “Shh you have to behave my love, mommy has a meeting with the alumni” she warned allowing you to get settled as her guests were due any minute. Once she was sure you were comfortable she allowed their entry and the meeting set off, no one even dared to questioned Larissa on your presence.

Lulling her into a false sense of security you decided to heed her warning, you sat ever so still just savouring the closeness to the woman, the feeling of her stuffed inside you was most definitely one of your favourites. But soon enough your interest in behaving dwindled, the meeting seeming to drag on for hours, no one having a clue what was going on behind the desk. Perhaps if they did they would all leave and you’d finally get what you crave.

It started subtly, a gentle shift feigning getting comfortable. Then progressing into slightly bolder movements as you got braver. You could feel the way your inner walls gripped her cock like a vice. Desperately needing more. Needing her to finally give in. But if you know your wife, which you do, you know she has the patience of a saint. It comes with the job requirements really but right now it would be the final barrier to jump.

To her credit, Larissa managed to make it through most of the planned material for the meeting, a few very uncharacteristically messy notes scrawled in her note pad as your greedy cunt continued to clench around her, desperately trying to drag her deeper within your core. “I, I’m dreadfully sorry but I feel rather unwell, could we reconvene at a different time?” Her voice was like silk yet left no room for arguments, the members murmured their agreements and well wishes before leaving the room. Only when the mahogany doors slammed shut, signifying that you two were finally alone did she pull you off her lap practically snarling her disapproval, “such a fucking brat.”

That was how you found yourself bent over her desk, your cheeks on full display for her. “You really can’t behave yourself can you hmm? Such a slut practically begging mommy to spank your pretty ass, you will count and thank mommy for every one.” Larissa clearly meant business by the way her slap echoed around her office, your head falling forward to the desk as you mewled in pleasure, “one mommy thank you.” The first five were delicious, the next five were starting to become saw but the last five she had to have her hand pressing into the small of your back as you desperately squirmed away from her sobbing gently as you counted the last hit, “fifteen thank you mommy.”

“All done sweet girl, what’s your colour for mommy” she murmured turning your body to face hers as she wiped your falling tears. “G-green mommy” you mumbled hoping to be given what you wanted. Mommy. Instead only being met with a smirk as her hand moved to curl around your throat, adding the right amount of pressure to be dizzying but safe. “Good then you don’t mind being a good little whore and showing mommy just how sorry you are hmm?”

You feel to your knees with a surprised gasp for air. “Want you to choke on my dick like a filthy bitch in heat” she growled making sure to weave her slender fingers through your hair as she guided your mouth to her member. Taking the swollen leaky tip into your mouth caused you to moan at the taste of yourself on her, only causing her hips to jerk forward involuntarily thrusting herself deeper into your throat than you were prepared for. “Mommys good little cock slut” she grunted as she started to find a pace. You always loved when she used you. In fact it got to you so much you were always on the edge of coming just from the act, unable to fall over the edge without her directly stimulating your throbbing clit. The way you choke and moan around her length sends her feral. And don’t even get her started on the way you go so brain dead you start to drool for her.

It didn’t take much to push the older woman over the edge, and it wasn’t long before she was rewarding you with white hot spurts of sticky cum that was shot straight down the back of your throat as you gaged around her. Only when she road the waves or her pleasure out fully did she allow you to move away, releasing her with a pop as you greedily sucked in air, all wide eyes and perfectly fuzzy for her. “Mommy” you whined, trying to rub your thighs together for some friction as she left you on your knees watching as she righted her clothing. “Fix your clothes darling, and head home I’ll join you soon. Oh, don’t even think about touching that pretty pussy of mine. Maybe this will teach you not to be such a fucking brat.”

Word count~ 1781

[bisexual-thoughtss]

Hey I was wondering if you can do a bernard x fem reader where when he comes back she's pissed off because he left and there's angry fucking

Bernard x Reader

Merry Christmas you filthy animals!! My first Bernard smut 😈

You’re going to kill Bernard.

It’s Christmas Eve and everything had gone to plan all night, until it hadn’t.

Bernard showed up to tell you that Santa needs help and that you’re in charge, quite literally blinking out of existence right in front of you before you could get a word in.

You wanted to scream, knowing all of his duties just fell onto your shoulders without warning. You powered through, fixing everything you could at the pole while Bernard fixed the problems on Santa’s end.

It had all turned out fine in the end but now you’re fuming in the aftermath, you can’t believe he just left you like that.

~

“Hey, sugarplum. Merry Christmas,” Bernard bends to kiss your cheek when he finally returns, looking as perky as ever. You scowl up at him from your chair, arms crossed over your chest. You had retreated to your room once everything was done and you’ve been waiting for him to arrive back.

He falters a bit at your lack uh of greeting, your cold stare stopping him in his tracks.

“S-sugar? Y’okay?” He trips over his words.

“What were you thinking,” you growl, standing up and stalking over to him. You poke a finger into his chest, pushing him back until his knees are against the side of the bed.

“Leaving me there with absolutely no warning,” you poke him again and he folds, landing on the mattress with a thud.

“No explanation,” you frown, crawling into his lap.

“What am I going to do with you?” You snap as he avoids your eyes.

Your fingers curl into his hair, pulling his head back until he’s forced to look at you. He goes a little slack as you tighten your hand in his hair, his eyes half lidded as you lean in to mouth at the point of his ear. He lets out an indecent moan when pull the tip into your mouth and suck before pulling back to look at him.

“Punish me?” He asks, looking delighted.

“You’re such a brat, way too excited about a punishment,” you shake your head fondly.

A light hand against his chest has him falling back into the sheets, already pliant underneath you. You grind against him teasingly, smirking as you feel him already hard.

“Excited already?” You tease and he blushes, squirming under you.

“Take this off,” you ruck up his shirt and he hurries to comply, his hat coming off with it. As you run your hands down his chest you stop to tweak a nipple just to hear him gasp. He looks so pretty all spread out. You reach down to rub him through his pants and he arches into it. You let him thrust against your hand until he’s begging for more, which you grant him. You shuffle his pants just out of the way enough for his length to slap against his stomach and he sighs happily when you take him in hand, groaning as you spit into your hand to ease the slide. Soon enough the pre steadily leaking from his tip is slicking the way easily. You palm over the head a few times and he’s practically shaking. He’s starting to breathe heavily underneath you, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm.

“You close, baby?” You hum and he nods frantically, bucking into your fist. You give him one more stroke before letting go and he groans in disappointment, cock twitching sadly against his stomach.

“Please,” he uses those big puppy dog eyes on you, but you’re not giving in that easily.

“Mm, maybe next time,” you hum noncommittally, starting to jerk him off again, “maybe not.”

He’s writhing under you, begging for you to let him come. You can tell that he’s trying to keep his reactions lowkey to trick you into letting him come, but you know better. When he starts to gasp between his pleas for release, you let him go again and he moans sadly at the loss. He looks bewildered when you stand up.

“Maybe I should just leave you here, hard and aching for it,” you muse. His eyes are bigger than you’ve ever seen them as he whines pitifully for you not to.

“But that’s not my plan. Strip,” you order and he rushes to get his pants and shoes off. He stares up at you reverently as you take your clothes off, taking in your form like it’s the first time. You grab a condom and roll it onto him, keeping your touch light to avoid giving him too much stimulation. You straddle him again, huffing a laugh as his cock kicks under you desperately.

“You wanna be inside so bad, huh?” You coo and he groans.

“Yes, yes, please,” he begs, hips bucking up.

You decide to tease just a little more, grinding against his dick pressed between you and his stomach. He groans as you slide slickly against him, his head catching on your entrance. You finally give in mostly for your own sake, finally lifting your hips so he sinks into you. You sigh happily, grinding your clit against his pubic bone. He reaches out to grab your hips, but you smack his hands away. Grabbing his wrists, you bring them up over his head and press them into the mattress.

“Uh uh, you’re gonna take what I give you,” you grumble, “I’m in charge now.”

You raise your hips and drop them down hard, a strangled moan coming from Bernard. You fuck yourself on his cock, chasing your own pleasure. He whines as the slick sounds of the two of you fill the air, craning his neck as far as he can to wrap his lips around your nipple and suck. You let out a pleased hum at the vibrations as he moans around it.

“I’m close, please let me come,” he begs, hips flexing to try and buck into you.

“Sure, baby. You can come whenever you want,” you tell him and he looks thrilled, “but I’m not stopping until I’m finished.”

His face drops as he lets out a pretty moan.

“‘M so close, I’m not gonna last,” he whines.

“You gonna come? Just can’t help yourself, huh?” You tease and he can’t take it, throwing his head back with a groan as he comes. It exposes the length of his neck to you and you can’t help but lean down to give him a love bite. You’ve slowed down, but you don’t stop fucking him and he’s writhing underneath you. You let go of his wrists after you suck a couple more marks on his neck to brace against his chest, changing the angle of his cock deliciously. He’s hitting your gspot now with every thrust and you can feel your orgasm welling in your belly quickly.

“I’m- I think I’m gonna come again,” he whimpers, entirely overstimulated.

“Make me come,” you plead as you bounce desperately, his hand shooting down to rub your clit. It’s only a couple more thrusts before you’re both crying out. A steady stream of curses leaves your mouth as you come around him and you feel him pulse into the condom again. Once the aftershocks subside you go boneless, collapsing against his chest, his softening cock still inside you.

“You okay? Was that too much?” You make sure, petting his sweaty curls away from his face as he rubs your back.

“So good. Merry Christmas to me,” he smiles blissfully and you snort.

“Such a brat,” you laugh, pulling him into a kiss.

[athforskz]

The Art of Cuddling - Kim Seungmin

Masterlist

Pairing: Seungmin x reader (afab)

wc: ~1.1k

Type: fluff, smut, friends to lovers

Warnings: consensual somnophilia, cunninglingus, unprotected piv

a/n: Just some soft and hard thoughts about snuggling with Seungmin. I feel like we don’t get enough soft Minnie (even though I do very much enjoy menace Minnie too).

Enjoy lovelies!

Snuggly!Seungmin who has been your closest friend for years and always took the opportunity to cuddle with you. At first it started with you just laying your head on his shoulders when the both of you watched movies.

Snuggly!Seungmin would eventually invite you to his dorm for a sleepover where he would full on be spooning you from behind in his sleep. You were a bit caught off guard by it at first, but didn’t think too much into it, assuming he wasn’t aware of his actions while sleeping.

Snuggly!Seungmin would wake you up by stroking your hair gently to coax you from drowsiness. “Morning, sleepyhead.” The deep tone to his morning voice startling you while simultaneously stirring something in the pit of your stomach.

Snuggly!Seungmin who eventually made it a routine to either come to yours or have you stay with him every night because neither of you could sleep without being in each other’s arms.

Snuggly!Seungmin finally admits his true feelings for you one day when your legs are tangled with his and his face is buried in your neck. His voice barely above a whisper, afraid of how you would react to his admission.

Snuggly!Seungmin who beams with energy the moment you divulge that you reciprocate his feelings. He takes your face in his hands, planting soft kisses from your forehead down to your lips.

Snuggly!Seungmin who insists that you guys don’t need a king size bed when you finally get a new place together. His reasoning is “we’ll just be wrapped around each other in the middle anyway.” You understand what he’s saying, so why waste the space?

Snuggly!Seungmin will literally lay halfway all the way on top of you if you ever refuse to cuddle with him due to an earlier fight or disagreement. He doesn’t care if you’re trying to ‘teach him a lesson’ he’s going to cuddle with you any way he can.

Snuggly!Seungmin will cuddle with you anywhere. The bed, the couch, in the kitchen while cooking, on the floor, in the shower. You name it, he will find a way to have you in his arms.

Snuggly!Seungmin who pushes your laptop off your lap when you try to get some work done at home. His face is pressed into your side until he pushes the device away and lays his head in your lap instead. You huff at his protest, but elect to run your fingers through his hair letting him know he now has your undivided attention.

Snuggly!Seungmin has the most calming heartbeat to listen to. His heartbeat is pretty much your lullaby as he cradles your head into his chest and traces his fingertips along your spine to help you relax.

Snuggly!Seungmin isn’t afraid to ask you to be the big spoon when he’s had a particularly hard day. He’ll turn into such a baby when craving extra attention from you and you give it to him willingly.

Snuggly!Seungmin gets really sulky when you have to get up early in the mornings. It’s incredibly hard to unhook his arms from around you. He’ll groan and pull you back to his chest while still half asleep. “Minnie, I’m going to be late again. I need to get ready to go.” You’ll tell him. “Nooo, 5 more minutes.” He pleads with you. And you can’t say no to him.

Snuggly!Seungmin who finally lets you get out of bed but not alone. He gets up to stay right behind you, holding onto your waist with his head laying on your shoulder. You’ll both waddle into the bathroom and he will stay holding you while pretty much sleeping standing up as you get ready for the day.

Snuggly!Seungmin will get back in bed once you actually leave and bury his face into your pillow, breathing in your scent to lull him back to sleep until it’s his turn to get up.

Snuggly!Seungmin who wouldn’t dare admit to any of his other friends that he relied heavily on your skinship as much as he did. He needed to maintain his persona if he wanted to be taken seriously. However, all of that goes out the window when they see the lock screen on his phone of just how close you two can get.

Snuggly!Seungmin can’t keep himself away from you if you’re both in the same room. He always wants to be holding you in some way, shape, or form.

Snuggly!Seungmin who will sneak his hands into your pj bottoms on cold nights because your core is radiating with heat to keep him warm. You don’t mind because you do the same to him, sliding your hands into his sweatpants even when you’re not particularly cold.

Snuggly!Seungmin’s favorite cuddling position is to have you flat on your back, your thighs around his shoulders as he lays between them. His head resting on your lower tummy, because “it makes for the comfiest pillow.”

Snuggly!Seungmin who will slowly lower himself to wake you up in the morning with head. His favorite cuddling position giving him easy access to your sweet pussy. All he needs to do is push your sleep shorts and panties to the side.

Snuggly!Seungmin loves hearing your soft whimpers turn into moans as the feeling of his fingers pumping and his lips sucking your clit wake you up.

Snuggly!Seungmin detaches his mouth from you and removes his fingers once you whine about “needing more.” He’ll move up behind you, essentially manhandling you into a spooning position so your ass is flush with his hips. His hard clothed cock pressed in between the crack of your ass.

Snuggly!Seungmin ruts his hips to grind against you, teasing you until you can’t take it anymore and you reach behind to push the waistband of his sweats and boxers down to free his cock leaking with precum.

Snuggly!Seungmin who lets a dark chuckle rumble from his chest as he sees how desperate you are to get him inside you. It’s not your fault, you’re just so sensitive in the mornings.

Snuggly!Seungmin finally obliges your needs and sinks his dick slowly into your aching pussy. He takes it easy at first, hissing at how tight and wet you feel around him before picking up the pace.

Snuggly!Seungmin who loves when you turn into a babbling mess. He’ll make sure your back is pressed against his chest as he pants into your ear and whisper filthy words for only you to hear, “Such a needy pup. Wanting to be stuffed full first thing, huh?”

Snuggly!Seungmin whose eyes roll back as your walls clench around him when you cum, his warm seed flooding you and leaking out onto your inner thighs.

Snuggly!Seungmin who laughs wholeheartedly when you look at the time then scramble to get out of bed because he’s made you late yet again.

Taglist: @doitforbangchan / @jehhskz

[redroomreflections]

The One Where R Burnouts

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

The Loud House Universe

Note: because having 6 kids, 2 dogs, 1 cat, a wife, in-laws, and working full time is crazy!

Natasha has always been observant; it’s in her nature to understand what’s happening around her. She knows everything about the human condition, including yours. As your wife and best friend, she notices the subtle changes before anyone else. It started with the little things. Your posture was slightly more relaxed than usual, shoulders dragging, eyes unfocused even during serious conversations. Then she noticed your eating habits. Back in law school, when you got busy, she’d remind you to eat, sneaking snacks onto your desk when you’d work late into the night. Now, she watches as you barely touch your plate, your attention fixed on the children instead, engaging with them while pushing your food around.

It’s the empty granola bar wrappers and the premade meal containers left on your desk late at night that concern her the most. You hated processed food slightly less than she did, so the sight of it scattered across your workspace is a surprise. A red flag she can’t ignore.

Then came the snapping. It wasn’t like you, not intentionally, at least. But these days, it seemed like everything irritated you. The smallest things—the mess the kids left behind or the sound of Natasha’s voice asking how your day had been—seemed to trigger something. Natasha could tell you had a million things on your mind. She’d catch you glancing at your calendar repeatedly, the tension in your jaw tightening with each passing minute.

And when night came, you barely made it to bed before falling asleep. The instant your head hit the pillow, you were gone, leaving no room for conversation, let alone the warmth of intimacy that had once come so naturally between the two of you.

Natasha had initially tried to brush it off to give you space, thinking you needed time to work through it. But the distance was growing. The laughter, the lighthearted teasing, the small touches, and stolen kisses—all of it seemed to be slipping away, and it scared her.

One evening, after tucking the kids into bed, Natasha found you in your office again, the door closed. She stood outside for a moment, her hand hovering over the handle, debating whether to give you more time or to finally say something. But she couldn’t wait anymore. You weren’t just burning out—you were burning away, and she was terrified of what might happen if she didn’t step in.

Gently, she opened the door. You were hunched over your desk, papers scattered around you, a half-eaten protein bar next to your laptop. Your hair fell into your face, and the tension in your shoulders made her heartache.

“Hey,” Natasha called softly. You didn’t look up, too focused on whatever task was in front of you.

“Babe,” she tried again, stepping closer and touching your shoulder. You flinched slightly at the touch, and that was enough to break something inside her. “You need to stop. Just for a little while.”

“I’m fine, Nat,” you muttered, brushing her off. But even to your own ears, it sounded hollow.

Natasha knelt beside you, taking your hands in hers, gently prying them from the keyboard. You tried to protest, but she held firm.

When she looked up, the tears in your eyes threatened to spill over. You stared back at her, exhaustion clear on your face, and she knew this wasn’t working.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Not for the two of you. After everything, you deserve to be happy and spend time together as a family.

But you were too stubborn, too determined to push through and help people in the way only you could. Natasha had admired that about you and had been amazed by the strength and passion you possessed. Yet you had forgotten about yourself in the process, and Natasha wouldn't stand by and watch you work yourself to death.

“Baby,” She said, licking her lips. It had been so long since she had heard you laugh."You've done so much for so many people. You've sacrificed more than anyone should have to." She paused, running her thumb across your knuckles. “What’s going on?”

For a moment, you hesitated. The words were there, at the tip of your tongue, but the truth felt raw, too vulnerable. So, instead, you shook your head.

"There's nothing, Nat," you replied, trying to pull away. “I’m just super busy these days. I want to get this report done for work. Cara has practice tomorrow, and I don’t want to miss it. Luke has an appointment on Thursday. I need a bit more time, and I’ll be done.”

"Stop." Natasha tightened her grip, refusing to let go.

She watched as you sighed, the sound breaking her heart. Your eyes were downcast, your lip quivering, and she could tell you were holding back.

“Natasha, I said I was fine,” You said lowly.

“Is that why you’re shaking like that? When’s the last time you slept a full night?”

You opened your mouth, the words catching in your throat. “Paige was up last night. She couldn’t sleep, so I sat with her.”

"You can't keep doing this," Natasha whispered, kissing your cheek.

You leaned into her touch, a tear sliding down your cheek.

"I'm okay," you murmured, but your voice trembled, betraying your true feelings.

“You’re not,” Natasha replied, brushing her thumb along your skin. Her other hand reached out to steady you. "Can you tell me why you’re running yourself ragged these days? Is work too much? Are we too much? Do you need a break? Tell me.”

Your shoulders dropped, and you looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

"It's just-" You shook your head. “You know how I get sometimes. My mind gets a little busy, and I have do everything simultaneously. I’ll be fine.”

"No," she said firmly, leaning in closer. "You're not doing this, not now."Her voice softened. "Please, babe, just let me in. Whatever it is, I can help."

She waited, watching as the tension drained from your body. Your eyes were still closed, but a fresh wave of tears was rolling down your cheeks, and her own tears mirrored yours.

"I can't-I can't stop," You finally said, the words coming out in a strangled sob. "Nat, I can't-"

She pulled you close, letting you bury your face in the crook of her neck. You clutched at her desperately, and she held you tight, stroking your back soothingly.

"It's okay, I'm here," Natasha whispered.

The dam finally broke, and you sobbed, your shoulders shaking.

“There’s so much to be done constantly,” You whispered. “I don’t know why, but it’s the truth. Sometimes, I feel like I’m losing myself in all of this. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I love our kids. I would never regret having a single one of them. Our life together is perfect. It’s just some days I just can’t stop. My mind won’t shut off.”

Natasha held you closer, letting the silence hang heavy around you. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and she knew it wouldn't be the last. There was no simple solution. No quick fix that would magically make everything better.

“It’s selfish of me when you’re at home with them,” You leaned against her. “I’m working ten-hour days. I’m ten years into my career, and I’m still working this hard for some need to be the best at everything. The best mom, the best wife. The best friend. I don’t know how to turn it all off.”

Natasha ran her fingers through your hair.

"I just want to be good enough for everyone," you continued. "To make a difference. To matter. To do something."

She kissed the top of your head, her heart aching for you.

"You matter so much, baby," she said. "You matter to me. You're always enough."

She felt you take a shuddering breath, and she knew she had to say something, anything, to get you out of your head.

"We need a change. A vacation," she said. "Away from all this. We'll go somewhere. Just the two of us. Or just you if that’s what you need."

"Nat," You looked up at her, eyes wide and filled with tears.

"I want this to stop," She cupped your face, brushing her thumb over your cheek. "You deserve better. We deserve better. I won't stand by and watch you destroy yourself. How can I help you?”

"Nat, I-," You swallowed thickly, and she waited, watching as you gathered your thoughts.

"I don't know," You admitted, leaning into her touch.

"You're not alone," Natasha whispered. "Never. We'll figure it out. Together."

She pressed her forehead against yours.

"You're so important to me, y/n" she continued. “Seeing you overwork yourself is scary. Please just take a moment. Come to bed with me.”

She pulled away, and you looked at her, a softness in your eyes.

"Will you lay down with me?" She asked. "Just for a little bit?"

You nodded, and she helped you, leading you towards the bedroom. You stopped in the doorway, your gaze falling on the messy sheets.

"I haven't had a chance to clean yet," You mumbled, looking away.

"It's fine, y/n," Natasha said. “We can sleep another night on these sheets. I’ll throw a load in the wash tomorrow.”

She guided you into bed, settling under the covers. She laid back, watching as you curled beside her, resting your head on her chest. You were warm and soft, and the feeling of your body against hers sent a surge of longing through her.

“I truly don’t know,” You began. “Where I can cut back. I just… I like being busy. I do, but it’s so difficult to breathe these days.”

She held you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

"I don't regret our kids," You said suddenly.

"I know, love," She whispered.

"But some days, I think about what it would be like not having them. What our lives would be like."

You paused. "Six kids. Six little lives in my hands. In our hands. What am I supposed to do with that?"

Natasha sighed, rubbing your back.

"I feel selfish for wanting to walk away sometimes," You continued. "For thinking maybe we shouldn't have had them all at once. Maybe it would've been easier."

"You're not selfish, y/n," Natasha murmured. "You're not."

"I love them, and I love being a mom," You said. "I do. I can't imagine life without them. But it's a lot."

Natasha brushed the hair away from your face.

"It is a lot," She agreed.

"Sometimes, I wonder how different things would be. If they weren't ours." You melt back into her arms. "If we had just decided after the miscarriage not to do it. To be happy being aunts to WIllow. Then my heart hurts. It aches so bad because I should be grateful. I should be thankful for all of this. I lost a baby. We lost our child. We got Cara. It was great. I was happy. Then we got the sibling set, and I thought we were crazy for being outnumbered..."

Natasha kissed your temple.

"But then Paige came. Then Luke."

"We wanted it, y/n" she reassured. "All of this. We wanted the kids."

"I know," You whispered. "But I also feel guilty sometimes."

"Guilty?"

"Yes," You admitted. "And I hate myself for thinking that. Because if I could do it all over again, sometimes I think I wouldn't have chosen this for us."

Natasha's eyes burned with tears.

"Why would you ever think that would hurt me?"

"Because you're not like me," You said. "You're strong. You've always been. I'm weak."

"You're not. Stop," Natasha chided. "You are the strongest person I know. I'm serious. Y/n, listen. You're allowed to have feelings. It's okay."

"I just want you to be happy, Nat," You sighed. "I want our kids to have a normal life. I don't want them growing up wondering why their mom is a wreck or that she regrets them. I don't regret them."

"They'll understand one day; if they don't, then it's not the end of the world. We have a lifetime to explain."

"What would we have done? If we didn't have kids?"

"Well," Natasha shrugged. "I'd like to think we would be somewhere fancy. Traveling whenever we want."

"What else?"

"Dinner, maybe," Natasha smiled. "Candlelit. Drinking wine. Slow dancing."

"That sounds nice," You sighed.

"We could do it now," She suggested. "I mean not the travel or the candlelight. But we could put on a record, eat, drink, slow dance."

"I'm a mess."

"We could take a bath."

"Okay," You breathed, closing your eyes.

Natasha leaned down and kissed your forehead.

Natasha smiled gently, her heart swelling with affection for you as she stood up. “Alright, then. Let’s do something nice for you,” she said, her voice soothing as she went to the bathroom. You watched her go, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the sight of her, the way she moved with purpose, knowing exactly what you needed.

In the bathroom, Natasha turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature until the warm water flowed. She added a few drops of lavender essential oil, filling the air with a calming scent that instantly began to soothe the edges of your racing thoughts. As the tub filled, she turned her attention to the flickering candles on the edge of the sink, lighting them one by one until the room was filled with a soft, warm glow.

“Come here,” she called softly, her tone inviting. You pushed yourself off the bed, feeling the weight of the day still lingering in your limbs, but Natasha’s presence made it lighter. She stepped aside as you entered the bathroom, gesturing toward the tub.

“It’s perfect,” you murmured, taking a moment to appreciate the cozy atmosphere. You could feel the tension in your shoulders begin to ease as you stepped closer to the warm water.

“Just what you need,” Natasha said, her voice low and comforting. She reached out, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering against your skin. “You deserve to unwind.”

With a grateful smile, you began to undress, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and relief as you shed the weight of the day. Natasha helped you step into the tub, the warm water enveloping you like a gentle embrace. You let out a soft sigh as you sank deeper, feeling the heat seep into your muscles, washing away the fatigue.

“See?” Natasha said, leaning against the tub's edge, her arms crossed as she watched you relax. “This is nice, right?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and letting the warmth envelop you. “It is,” you replied, feeling the tension slowly melting. “Thank you for this, Nat.” As she began to leave, you peeked one eye open. "You're not going to leave me alone?"

"I'll stay right here," she assured, moving to the corner of the bathroom and grabbing a fresh towel. She sat on the floor, facing you, leaning against the wall. She crossed her legs, draping the towel over her lap, a smile on her lips. "I'll be right here."

"I was thinking more along the lines of you climbing in," You arched a brow.

"Y/n, you know I love you. I would do anything for you, but I don't want to make it uncomfortable."

"Make what uncomfortable?"

"Well," Natasha gestured around her. "You're supposed to be relaxing."

"Are you worried that seeing me naked is going to give you the urge to jump my bones?"

"You have such a dirty mind, Mrs. Romanoff."

"I have a dirty mouth, too," You winked. "You know, sometimes, you're so sexy when you're not even trying. That's part of the reason why I married you. Not just because you're wonderful, smart, and talented, but you're so gorgeous that it makes my heart ache."

"Y/n," Natasha smiled, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "You're sweet. You're lovely. But I think the hot water is making you a little loopy. Now, just relax."

"But I'm not done with my story."

"Tell me another time," Natasha insisted. "Just close your eyes and listen to my voice."

"No," You shook your head, sitting up straighter. "I'm not going to stop. Not until you get in this tub with me."

Natasha sighed, but there was a fondness in her expression. She knew you were stubborn and that you wouldn't let this go.

"Alright," she said, getting to her feet. "Let me grab another towel."

"There's no need," You replied, reaching out and taking her hand. "Just get in."

"Y/n," Natasha laughed. "This is a little awkward, don't you think?"

"It's not. Just get in. Come on," you tugged on her arm.

With a resigned sigh, Natasha undressed, carefully setting her clothes aside. Your eyes trailed over her, taking in her body's soft curves and subtle lines, admiring her smooth skin. As she slipped into the water, your gaze never left her, a rush of excitement filling you.

"See?" you said, moving closer to her. "Isn't this better?"

"Yes," she breathed, her cheeks flushed, her pupils dilated. She maneuvered herself behind you so you could rest in her arms.

You let out a soft moan as the water lapped against your skin, the warmth enveloping you. As Natasha wrapped her arms around you, her chest pressed against your back, the feeling of her skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine.

"Feels good, right?" Natasha murmured, her voice low and seductive.

"It does," You replied, your eyelids fluttering shut. "I want to be clear about something..." You murmured. "I've never regretted our kids. I've never regretted this life."

"I know."

"I do, but sometimes, I get in my own head. I know you're right there with me, holding me up, but I can't stop thinking. If I don't work hard, how will we have everything we need?"

Natasha kissed the side of your head, her hands resting on your arms.

"We can figure it out. You're not doing this alone, love."

"I know," You sighed. "But some days, it feels like that. Like I'm just treading water, trying to keep my head above the waves."

"I'm here," Natasha whispered, her voice full of tenderness. "Always."

You turned slightly, meeting her gaze.

"I don't want you to worry. About anything." She pressed her forehead against yours.

"I can't help it. I do," You said.

"We're okay, baby. I promise."

You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you.

"How would you feel," Natasha breathed. "About us possibly getting a nanny?"

"Oh," You raised a brow. "I thought we visited that topic back in New York. It's why your parents moved in with us."

"While true, I think having another set of hands will take the load off," Natasha shrugged.

"What brought this up?"

"Well," She sighed. "You're not the only one that worries. I worry about you, how you feel. And I see how much you care for our kids."

"They're my whole world," You replied.

"I know. I'm not questioning your love for them," She reassured. I've seen enough lately that our work and sacrifices are worth it. We need to take care of ourselves first. I can't keep watching you destroy yourself over the smallest things."

"I'm fine, Nat," You shook your head.

"Please, babe, hear me out," She cupped your cheek. "You're a good mom and an even better wife. But it's okay to ask for help."

"We have the in-laws," You protested.

"Yes, and while they're amazing, they can't care for our kids daily."

"We're outnumbered," You frowned. "We said we would never be. They could overtake us any day now.

"Yes," Natasha chuckled. "I'm glad you're finding humor in this."

"Well, what can we do?"

"Let me look into hiring someone," She said. "We're not saying yes or no yet. I just want you to consider the possibility. If we get a nanny, it means less work for both of us."

"I'm the one having a mental breakdown, and you're home with them every single day," You looked into her eyes.

"It's okay to struggle," Natasha kissed your forehead. "You're human. You're allowed to not be okay. But you're not alone."

"Thank you, love," You whispered.

"Let me take care of you," She brushed her thumb across your cheek.

"Alright," You smiled. "We can look into it."

"We're going to be okay," Natasha said.

"I know," You replied, your heart swelling with affection for her. "Because I have you."

"Always."

The two of you sat silently for a moment, enjoying each other's company. The sound of the water gently lapping against the tub's sides was soothing, and the flickering candles cast a warm glow over the room. As Natasha traced lazy patterns along your skin, you felt the tension leaving your body, replaced with a sense of calm.