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Whispers in the Dark (18+)

Requested by Anonymous with Prompt #1: “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” and Prompt #8: “What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” from my Smut Prompt List.

Pairing: Kai Parker x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Kai, Y/N

Description: Y/N has been avoiding Kai recently so he pulls her away to have his way with her.

The dim light of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the disarray of sheets and discarded clothes from earlier. You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling of the old Mystic Falls house Kai had claimed as his own - a place that felt more like a cage rather a home these days. The air was thick with the scent of him: the mix of ozone from his magic and something darker, more primal. Kai lounged beside you, propped on one elbow, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare thigh. His touch was light, almost casual, but you knew better. With Kai, nothing was ever innocent.

He’d been unusually quiet after dragging you here from the Salvatore boarding house, where you’d been trying to avoid him all evening. The pack was on edge, whispers of his latest scheme floating around, but you’d let him pull you away anyway. Now, in the quiet aftermath of a quick, frantic fuck against the wall, he watched you with those piercing blue eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Tell me something,” Kai said, his voice low and teasing as his hand slid higher, fingers brushing the edge of your inner thigh. You shifted, trying to ignore the way your body responded, heat pooling low in your belly despite the wariness in your chest. “When I’m not around… do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

Your breath hitched, cheeks flushing as you turned your head to glare at him. “Kai, that’s-”

He cut you off with a chuckle, rolling half on top of you, his weight pinning your leg down. His free hand captured your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Don’t lie to me. I can feel it, you know. That little spark of magic I left in you last time? It hums when you’re wet for me, even when you’re alone.” His thumb brushed your lower lip, pressing just enough to part them. “So, yeah or no? Do you slide your fingers into that tight puddy, imagining it’s my cock instead?”

You swallowed hard, the directness of his words sending a shiver through you. Part of you wanted to shove him off, to deny it and storm out, but the obsessive pull he had on you - the way he wormed into your thoughts, your dreams - made resistance futile. “Sometimes,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “You know you get under my skin.”

Kai’s smirk widens into a grin, predatory and satisfied. He leaned in, lips grazing your ear as his hand dipped between your legs, fingers finding your folds already slick. He didn’t push inside yet, just teased the entrance, circling your clit with agonising slowness. “Good girl. Admit it out loud. Say you finger-fuck yourself thinking of me pounding you senseless.”

Heat flooded your face, but you arched into his touch anyway, hips lifting for more friction. “I… I do. I think of you when I touch myself.” The confession spilled out, raw and needy, and Kai rewarded it by slipping one finger inside you, curling it just right to hit that spot that made your toes curl.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he murmured, adding a second finger and pumping them steadily. His thumb pressed your clit, rubbing in firm circles that had you gasping, thighs trembling. He watched your face intently, drinking in every moan, every flutter of your lashes. “Imagine if your precious pack knew. What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

The degradation hit like a spark, igniting the coil of pleasure tightening in your core. You whimpered, hands fisting the sheets as his fingers thrust deeper, faster, the wet sounds filling the room. “Kai-please-”

He nipped at your earlobe, voice dropping to a growl. “They’d call you a traitor. A desperate little whore who spreads her legs for the villain. Bet they’d be shocked to see you like this, begging for my fingers in your greedy cunt.” His words were laced with that mean edge, the obsession gleaming in his eyes as he worked you harder, scissoring his fingers to stretch you open.

You were close, so close, the pressure building unbearably. “Don’t stop,” you pleaded, one hand reaching for his wrist to hold him there. Kai laughed softly, but he didn’t pull away - instead, he withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving you clenching around nothing, a whine escaping your lips.

“Not yet,” he said, shifting to kneel between your legs. He shed his shirt quickly, revealing the lean muscles of his chest, then shoved his pants down, his cock springing free - thick and hard, the tip glistening. He gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as he lined himself up. “You want to cum? You’ll take it from me. All of it.”

With one sharp thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, filling you completely. You cried out, back arching off the bed as he set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward relentlessly. His hands pinned your wrists above your head, holding you down as he fucked into you, each drive hitting deep, grinding against that sensitive spot inside.

“Look at you,” Kai panted, sweat beading on his forehead, his blue eyes locked on where your bodies joined. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. Such a slut - my slut.” He released one wrist to grab your breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you gasp, then soothing it with his mouth, sucking and biting until you were writing beneath him.

The room echoed with the slap of skin on skin, your moans mingling with his grunts. He shifted angles, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder to go deeper, his free hand sliding down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me,” he demanded, voice rough. “Show me how much you need this - need me.”

The command shattered you. Orgasm ripped through your body, walls clenching tight around his cock as waves of pleasure pulsed from your core. You screamed his name, nails raking down his back, leaving red trails. Kai groaned, thrusts faltering as you release milked him, pushing him over the edge. He slammed in one last time, spilling hot cum deep inside you, filling you until it leaked out around him.

He collapsed forward, burying his face in your neck, both of you breathing raggedly. After a moment, he pulled out slowly, watching with a satisfied smirk as his seed dripped from your pussy. Kai gathered some on his fingers, bringing them to your lips. “Taste us,” he murmured, and you did, sucking them clean without hesitation.

He pulled you into his side then, arm draped possessively over your waist. “You’re mine, you know that?” he whispered, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your shoulder. In the haze of afterglow, you nodded, the obsession binding you tighter than ever. The world outside could judge all it wanted - right now, in his arms, it didn’t matter.

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Sleepless Nights (Gender Neutral Reader) (Teen Wolf Preference)

Requested by @starbornuser with Prompt #18 from my Prompt List.

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Isaac, Liam, Stiles, Theo

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Isaac Lahey

You wake up the the faint creak of your bedroom window.

For a moment, you think you imagined it. Your room is dark, the digital clock glowing 4:02 AM on your nightstand. Then you hear a soft thud.

You sit up quickly.

“Isaac?”

A familiar messy-haired werewolf freezes halfway inside your room, one leg still over the windowsill.

“…Hi.”

You stare at him, sleep-rumbled and confused.

“You snuck into my room, at 4am…” you pause, squinting at him, “to cuddle?”

Isaac shrugs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck like he’d been caught stealing cookies instead of climbing through windows.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he mumbles. “And you usually help with that.”

You sigh dramatically but scoot over in your bed anyway.

Isaac brightens immediately and climbs under the blanket, wrapping his arms around you like you’re a personal heating blanket.

Within minutes he’s asleep.

You stare at the ceiling.

“You broke into my house,” you whisper.

“…worth it.” he murmurs sleepily.

Liam Dunbar

Your window bursts open.

You shoot upright in bed as Liam practically tumbles through it.

“Liam?!” you whisper loudly.

He quickly shuts the window behind him and looks at you like it’s completely normal.

“What are you doing here?”

He walks straight over to your bed.

“You snuck into my room, at 4am…” you rub your face. “To cuddle?”

“Yes,” he says immediately.

No hesitation. No shame.

You blink at him.

“…You could’ve used the door.”

“I know,” Liam says, already climbing under the blankets. “But sneaking through the window felt more dramatic.”

You stare at him.

He wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder like an oversized puppy.

“I had a nightmare,” he admits quietly.

Your irritation melts instantly.

You sigh and hug him back.

“Next time,” you mutter, “use the door.”

“…maybe.”

Stiles Stilinski

You wake up because someone falls into your laundry basket.

Clothes go everywhere.

You grab the nearest lamp and turn it on to find Stiles tangles in your window curtains.

“STILES?”

He shushes you frantically.

“Keep your voice down!”

“You broke into my room!”

He stands up, brushing dust off his hoodie like this happens every day.

You stare at him.

“You snuck into my room, at 4am… to cuddle?”

Stiles paused.

“…When you say it like that it sounds weird.”

“It is weird.”

He walks over and flops onto your bed anyway.

“Look,” he says, already pulling the blanket over himself. “I was having a crisis.”

“What kind of crisis?”

“An existential one.”

“…at 4am.”

“Yes.”

You sight but lie back down next to him.

He immediately scoots closer.

“You’re lucky I like you,” you mutter.

“I know,” he says smugly.

Theo Raeken

You wake up because you can feel someone watching you.

Your eyes open slowly.

Theo is sitting on the edge of your bed.

You jolt upright.

“What the- Theo?”

He lifts a finger to his lips.

“Relax.”

You stare at the open window behind him.

“You snuck into my room, at 4am…” you cross your arms. “To cuddle?”

Theo smirks slightly.

“Maybe.”

“You could have used the front door.”

“I could have,” he agrees calmly.

“Then why didn’t you?”

He leans closer, voice softer now.

“Because sneaking in makes me feel like you missed me.”

You roll your eyes.

“Get under the blanket before I throw you back out the window.”

Theo chuckles and slides beside you, pulling you against his chest.

“See?” he murmurs. “Worth it.”

You pretend to be annoyed.

But you don’t move away.

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You Come Out as Genderfluid (AFAB Reader) (Teen Wolf Preference)

Requested by @starbornuser

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, and Theo Raeken

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Isaac Lahey

Isaac notices something’s on your mind before you even say anything. You’re both sitting on the couch, your legs draped across his lap while he absentmindedly traces shapes on your knee.

“Hey,” he murmurs softly. “You’ve been quiet all night.”

You take a breath. “Isaac… I think I’m genderfluid.”

He pauses for a second - not in a bad way, just thinking. Then his hand squeezes yours.

“Okay,” he says gently.

You blink. “Okay?”

He nods. “Yeah. It’s you. Whatever that means for you, I’m with you.” His thumb rubs over your knuckles. “Do you want me to use different pronouns sometimes? Or different names?”

The fact that he immediately asks what you need makes your chest warm.

Isaac leans his head against yours. “You’re still the person I fell for,” he whispers. “Actually… it just means I get to love more sides of you.”

Stiles Stilinski

You tell Stiles when you’re both sitting in the Jeep outside your house.

He’s rambling about something supernatural when you suddenly interrupt him. “Stiles, I need to tell you something.”

He instantly goes serious. “Is everything okay?”

You nod nervously. “I’m genderfluid.”

For a moment, he’s quiet - rare for him. Then he says, very carefully:

“Okay. Cool. Important question.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“What pronouns are we feeling today? Because I want to get it right.”

You laugh in surprise. “You’re not… confused?”

“Oh, I’m absolutely confused,” he says dramatically. “But not about supporting you.”

He reaches over and squeezes your hand.

“I mean, I already knew you were cooler than everyone else,” he shrugs. “Now you’re just… cooler in multiple gender directions.”

Then he grins.

“If anyone gives you crap about it, I have a baseball bat and a lot of pent-up sarcasm.”

Liam Dunbar

You’re nervous telling Liam because he cares so much about you, and you don’t want things to change.

When you finally say it - “I’m genderfluid” - your voice is barely above a whisper.

Liam frowns slightly, processing.

“Genderfluid… like sometimes you feel more like a girl and sometimes like something else?”

You nod.

“Oh.” He relaxes instantly. “Okay.”

“That’s it?” you ask.

“Well, yeah,” he says, like it’s obvious. “You’re still you.”

He pulls you into a hug so tight you almost fall over.

“Just tell me what makes you comfortable,” he adds. “Pronouns, names, whatever.”

Then he smiles a little shyly.

“I’ll probably mess up sometimes,” he admits, “but I promise I’ll try really hard.”

Theo Raeken

Theo notices the tension in your posture immediately.

“You’ve been staring at that wall for ten minutes,” he says from across the room. “Something wrong?”

You hesitate before blurting it out.

“I’m genderfluid.”

Theo stusies you quietly.

You brace yourself - but instead of teasing you like usual, his expression softens.

“Is that why you’ve been stressed?” he asks.

You nod.

He walks over and tilts your chin up so you have to meet his eyes.

“You think that changes how I feel about you?” he says quietly.

“…I didn’t know.”

Theo huffs softly.

“You’re still mine,” he says, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Boy, girl, both, neither - I don’t care.”

Then his usual smirk returns.

“Just tell me what you want to be called,” he murmurs. “I’ll make sure everyone else gets it right too.”

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Tense Release

Requested by @starbornuser using Prompt #17: “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.” from my Smut Prompt List.

Pairing: Theo Raeken x reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Theo, Y/N

Description: Y/N and Theo get in a fight ending in Theo getting horny.

The argument started over something trivial - Theo’s recklessness during the last pack hunt, the way he’d charged without backup, nearly getting himself killed. You were pacing the living room of his loft, arms crossed, voice rising as you laid into him. “You can’t keep doing this, Theo! One day, you’re not going to walk away from it.”

He leaned against the wall, arms folded, that signature smirk playing on his lips even as his eyes flashed with irritation. “I’m fine, aren’t I? And if I wasn’t, I’d handle it. You worry too much.” His tone was dismissive, fuelling your frustration. You stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his chest. “That’s the problem. You act like you’re invincible, but you’re not. What if-”

Theo grabbed your wrist mid-sentence, his grip firm but not painful. The contact sent a spark through both of you, the air thickening. His blue eyes darkened, pupils dilating as he pulled you nearer. “What if I like the rush?” he murmured, voice dropping an octave. You yanked your hand back, but he didn’t let go, stepping into your space until his body ehat enveloped you.

The argument fizzled as heat replaced anger. Theo’s breath ghosted your neck, his free hand sliding to your hip. You shoved at his shoulder, trying to hold onto the fight. “This isn’t funny. We’re talking about-”

“About how mad you are at me?” He pressed forward, pinning you against the wall with his hips. You felt the hard line of his erection grinding against your thigh, unmistakable through his jeans. Your pulse raced, a mix of lingering fury and unwelcome arousal flooding your veins. Theo’s lips brushed your ear. “Or about how turned on this makes you? Gets me every time - watching you get all fired up.”

You twisted, trying to push him away, but he caught your other hand, holding both wrists above your head with one large palm. His thigh nudged between your legs, pressing up against you. An involuntary gasp escaped you, and Theo’s smirk widened. “See? You want it as bad as I do.” He rocked his thigh forward, the friction deliberate, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

“Theo, stop,” you hissed, even as your body betrayed you, hips shifting slightly against him. The argument’s remnants made your resistance feel half-hearted, the tension coiling tighter. He released your wrists but didn’t back off, his hands dropping to your waist, thumbs circling your skin under your shirt.

He leaned in, lips hovering over yours. “Make up your mind. You wanna keep yelling, or you wanna ride this out?” His voice was rough, laced with need. You glared, but the heat in his gaze mirrored the ache building inside you. Theo’s hand slid down, palming your ass and pulling you flush against him. His cock throbbed against your stomach, insistent.

You shoved him back a step, breaking the contact. “Not like this. Not when you’re just using the fight to get what you want.” But your voice wavered, and Theo chuckled low, stepping forward again. He grabbed your hand, guiding it to the bulge in his pants. You could feel him pulse under your palm, hot and thick.

“Using it? Baby, this argument’s got me so fucking hard I can barely think straight.” He thrust into your hand once, eyes locked on yours. “Your fire… it does things to me.” He unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock. It sprang out, heavy and veined, the head already slick with pre-cum. Theo stroked himself slowly, watching your reaction.

You swallowed, torn between storming out and giving in. The sight of him - dishevelled hair, chest heaving, that predatory glint - tipped the scale. “Fine,” you muttered, reaching for him. But Theo batted your hand away, shaking his head.

“Nah. You think you can touch me after chewing me out?” He sat on the edge of the couch, legs spread, cock standing proud. “It’s my thigh or nothing. I’m not helping you get off.” His tone was teasing but firm, eyes challenging you to take it or leave it.

Heat flushed your cheeks, the words hanging between you like a dare. You hesitated, the argument’s echo making it feel like surrender, but the need won. Straddling his thigh, you settled your weight, the denim rough against the sensitive skin through your clothes. Theo’s hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as you started to move.

“That’s it,” he groaned, watching intently as you ground down. The pressure built quickly, your body rocking in a rhythm that had you biting your lip to stifle your moans. Theo’s cock bobbed untouched between you, leaking steadily, but he didn’t move to stroke it, true to his word. His thigh flexed under you, adding to the friction, making you grind harder.

You braced your hands on his shoulders, nails digging in as pleasure coiled tight. “Theo-fuck,” you panted, the argument forgotten in the haze. He leaned forward, nipping at your collarbone, his breath hot. “Look at you, riding me like you own it. So desperate after one little fight.”

The degradation in his voice only spurred you on, hips moving faster. You could feel yourself soaking through your pants, the seam pressing just right. Theo’s grip tightened, guiding your movements, his own arousal evident in the way his cock twitched against your leg.

“Come on, let go,” he urged, voice gravelly. “Show me how much you needed this.” The command pushed you over, orgasm crashing through you in waves. You cried out, body shuddering as you released.

Theo flipped you on your back on the couch in one swift motion, shedding your pants and underwear. He slicked his fingers with spit, pushing two into your hole, stretching you roughly. “My turn,” he growled, withdrawing them to line up his cock.

He thrust in deep, filling you completely, the stretch burning sweetly. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer as he set a punishing pace - hard snaps of his hips that had the couch creaking.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Theo grunted, pounding relentlessly. Sweat slicked his skin, muscles flexing with each drive. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling as he chased his release. The arguments fire fuelled him thrusts erratic now, hitting that spot inside over and over.

You came first, hole clenching around him, dragging a moan from his throat. Theo followed seconds later, burying deep and spilling hot cum inside you, pulses flooding your walls. He collapsed over you, both panting, his weight grounding.

After a moment, he pulled out, a mix of your releases leaking out. Theo grabbed a nearby blanket, cleaning you up gently before pulling you into his arms. “Sorry about the hunt,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “Won’t be reckless next time.”

You snorted, nestling closer. “Liar. But… apology accepted.” The tension from the fight dissolved, replaced by sated warmth.

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2000’s Randy Orton Fluffy Headcanons (WWE Universe)

Requested by Anonymous

He acts cocky in public, soft in private

• In interviews and backstage he’s the smug, confident Legend Killer that everyone knows.
• But the moment you two are alone, the act drops.
• He’ll slump beside you on the hotel bed, wrap an arm around your waist, and mumble about how exhausting the travel schedule is while resting his head on your shoulder.

Constant Teasing (but affectionate)

• Randy loves teasing you.
• Stealing your hoodie.
• Taking your phone and changing your wallpaper to a goofy selfie of him.
• Calling you dramatic when you complain… then immediately apologising with a kiss on the forehead.

“Come watch my match” energy

• Even though he pretends it doesn’t matter, he secretly loves when you watch his matches.
• Before he goes out, he’ll say: “You watching tonight?”
• And when he spots you backstage afterward, he’ll get that smug grin like he just won the world title all over again.

Protective Without Being Obvious

• The wrestling world in the early 2000’s can be chaotic.
• Randy keeps an eye on you without making it a big deal.
• If someone’s being weird or overly flirty around you, he’ll casually appear beside you with an arm around your shoulders like: “Everything good here?”
• The message is clear.

Late-night Hotel Room Hangs

• Tour life means a lot of nights in random hotels.
• Your routine becomes:
• 1. Ordering room service,
• 2. Watching whatever’s on TV.
• 3. Him lying with his head in your lap while you play with his hair.
• He’ll pretend he’s not falling asleep… and then immediately pass out.

His Love Language = Physical Affection

• Randy is very touch oriented.
• Arm around your waist.
• Pulling you into his lap.
• Resting his chin on your shoulder.
• Squeezing your hand before he walks out for a match.
• He doesn’t always say the emotional stuff out loud, but he shows it constantly.

Playful Ego Moment

• Sometimes, he’ll jokingly act like a superstar at home too.
• He walks into the room dramatically and goes: “Ladies and gentlemen… the youngest world champion in history had arrived.”
• Then immediately ruins the moment by tripping on something.

You Calm Him Down

• During the 2000’s his career moves fast and he gets frustrated sometimes.
• When he’s irritated after a rough match or backstage drama, you’re one of the few people who can calm him down.
• Sitting with you for a few minutes usually resets his whole mood.

Secretly Sentimental

• He keeps little things from you:
• Old movie tickets.
• A note you left in his bag.
• Photos from early in your relationship.
• He’ll never admit it unless you catch him.

Proud Boyfriend Energy

• If someone compliments you, Randy immediately gets that proud smirk like he personally accomplished something.
• “Yeah, I know. I’m lucky.”

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Just to Prove a Point

Requested by @dontletyourfigsrot

Pairing: Kai Parker x Forbes!fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Kai, Y/N, Matt

Description: Kai pushes Y/N even more until she snaps.

A/N: Part 2 to Just a Reaction

The room at the Salvatore house buzzed with music and conversation, but you barely heard any of it.

Because Kai was still holding your wrist.

Not tightly.

Not forcefully.

But he wasn’t letting go either.

“And for the record, Forbes…” he had just said softly, leaning closer.

“You’re the only one I was hoping to get jealous.

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

You hated that he could do this to you - say something casually devastating and then look completely entertained by your reaction.

You pulled your arm back.

"Well congratulations,” you muttered. “Mission accomplished.”

Kai tilted his head, watching you carefully not instead of teasingly.

“So you admit it.”

“I admitted it bothers me.”

“That’s basically the same thing.”

“It’s really not.”

Before he could respond, a voice cut in.

“Hey.”

You turned to see Matt Donovan approaching with an easy smile. For a second you felt relieved for the interruption.

“Hey, Matt.”

Matt nodded toward Kai, a little wary.

“Parker.”

Kai gave him a cheerful wave.

“Donovan. Still alive, I see. Good for you.”

Matt ignored that and turned back to you.

“Caroline said you might be here. I was wondering if you wanted to dance.”

You blinked.

Kai blinked.

And for the first time since you’d met him, Kai Parker looked mildly annoyed.

“Oh,” you said.

Matt offered his hand.

“Come on.”

You hesitated for exactly half a second.

Then you took it.

“Sure.”

Kai’s expression froze in place as Matt led you toward the living room where people were dancing.

You didn’t look back.

Okay, maybe you looked back once.

Kai was still standing there, arms crossed now, watching you with an unreadable expression.

Good.

Let him be annoyed for once.

A few minutes later you were laughing at something Matt said as the music played softly in the background.

It felt normal.

Comfortable.

Matt spun you once and caught your hands again.

“You seem… distracted tonight,” he said.

“Do I?”

“A little.”

You glanced toward the kitchen.

Kai was leaning against the doorway now.

Still watching.

Your stomach flipped.

Matt followed your gaze.

“…Is he bothering you?”

You looked back quickly.

“No.”

Matt frowned slightly.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

But before you could say anything else, a familiar voice spoke right behind you.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

Matt and you both turned.

Kai stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking completely unimpressed.

“Parker,” Matt said flatly.

Kai ignored him completely and looked at you instead.

“Dance is over.”

You stared at him.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Matt stepped forward slightly.

“She can decide that for herself.”

Kai’s eyes flicked to him briefly.

“Cute. Really. Love the chivalry thing.”

Then he looked back at you.

“But I’m bored now.”

You crossed your arms.

“And?”

“And you’re coming with me.”

“Why would I do that?”

Kai smiled slightly.

“Because you’re trying to make me jealous.

Your jaw dropped.

"I am not!”

He raised an eyebrow.

“You looked at me three times during that dance.”

“That’s not true!”

“Four, actually.”

Matt looked between the two of you like he’d walked into a tennis match he didn’t understand.

Kai leaned closer to you.

“See, here’s the difference between us, Forbes.”

“What difference?”

“You’re pretending you’re not jealous.

His voice dropped just enough that only you could hear it.

"I’m not pretending.”

Your heart skipped.

Before you could respond, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the hallway.

“Hey-!”

“Relax,” he said over his shoulder.

Matt called after you, “You okay?”

“I’m fine!” you shouted back.

Mostly.

Kai didn’t stop until you were in the quieter hallway near the stairs.

Then he finally let go.

You turned to face him immediately.

“What is wrong with you?!”

“What’s wrong with you?” he shot back.

“You just dragged me away from a conversation!”

“You were flirting with Donovan.”

“It was dancing!”

“It was flirting.”

“It was not!”

Kai ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m unbelievable?! You were flirting with half the town twenty minutes ago!”

“That was different.”

“How?!”

He stared at you like the answer was obvious.

“Because I don’t care about them.”

Your chest tightened slightly.

“And Matt?”

Kai’s jaw clenched.

“I care even less about him.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant.”

Silence hung between you.

Then Kai stepped closer.

“Were you trying to make me jealous?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

“You’re one to talk.”

He smirked slightly.

“Yeah, but at least I admitted it.”

You looked away, suddenly aware of how close he was.

“You’re impossible.”

“Maybe.”

He stepped even closer.

“Did it work?”

You swallowed.

“Did what work?”

“Making me jealous.”

Your heart hammered.

“…Were you?”

Kai laughed quietly.

“Please.”

“So, that’s a no?”

Instead of answering, he leaned down slightly so you had to look up at him.

“You tell me.”

His voice was softer now.

Dangerously soft.

Your brain screamed at you to step back.

Instead you said:

“…You dragged me away from a dance.”

“Mm.”

“You looked annoyed.”

“Maybe.”

“You interrupted us.”

“Definitely.”

You stared at him.

Then realisation hit.

“…Holy shit.”

Kai’s mouth twitched.

“You’re jealous.”

He grinned slowly.

“Took you long enough.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he murmured, “you’re still here.”

You opened your mouth to argue.

Instead-

You grabbed his shirt and kissed him.

Kai froze for exactly one second.

Then he kissed you back.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were a little breathless.

You stared at him.

“…That was just to prove a point.”

Kai smirked.

“Sure it was, Forbes.”

The End of the Storm

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Eddie, Y/N, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Will, Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Max, Eleven, Johnathan, Joyce, Hopper, Vecna

Description: Max and Eleven combine their powers to fight Vecna whilst Steve and Eddie have a BIG hero moment.

A/N: Last part of The Red Storm Over Hawkins Series

The Upside Down - The Final Battle

The sky tore open.

Red lightning clawed across the clouds as the entire Upside Down shook around the Creel House.

Vines ripped through the ground.

Demobats screamed across the air.

And at the center of it all-

Vecna raised both arms like a conductor directing the apocalypse.

“Everything you love,” he thundered, “will fall.”

The battlefield arupted again.

Nancy fired shot after shot into the swarm.

Johnathan swung wildly at crawling vines.

Robin ran in circles hitting demobats with her crowbar while yelling:

“I HATE THIS DIMENSION!”

Hopper and Joyce blasted more creatures off the wall.

Dustin ducked under a vine and shouted:

“FOCUS ON THE CORE! THAT RED THING IS DEFINITELY IMPORTANT!”

Steve & Eddie: The Hero Moment

A massive vine burst from the ground near you.

Steve shoved you backward.

“MOVE!”

Eddie lunged forward with his spear.

The vine snapped around his leg and yanked him down.

“AH-NOT IDEAL!”

Steve grabbed Eddie’s arm instantly.

“I got you!”

The vine pulled harder.

Steve planted his feet and held on.

Eddie stabbed downward, slicing through the vine.

They both crashed into the ash-covered ground.

Breathing hard.

Steve helped Eddie up.

“…You good?”

Eddie grinned.

“Teamwork.”

Steve rolled his eyes but smiled slightly.

“Don’t get used to it.”

Another swarm of demobats dove toward you.

Steve and Eddie stood side-by-side again.

Weapons raised.

Without even looking at eachother-

They swung at the same time.

Bat.

Spear.

Robin shouted from across the battlefield:

“THEY’RE SUNCHRONISED NOW!”

Nancy smirked.

“I’m impressed.”

The Psychic Clash

At the center of the battlefield-

Eleven faced Vecna.

The air shook with psychic power.

Beside her stood Max.

Vecna’s voice rumbled.

“You cannot stop destiny.”

Eleven lifted both hands.

“Watch me.”

The air exploded outward.

The storm around them twisted violently.

Vecna pushed back with a terrifying force.

Max staggered slightly.

“You good?” Eleven asked.

Max nodded.

“Let’s finish this.”

She closed her eyes-

And the mindscape exploded open again.

Memories flooded the battlefield.

Every laugh.

Every friendship.

Every moment that made Hawkins home.

Vecna screamed as the memories slammed into him like a wave.

The Near Loss

Suddenly-

Vecna lashed out blindly.

A vine shot across the battlefield.

Straight toward you.

Eddie saw it first.

“NO-”

He shoved you out of the way.

The vine slammed into him instead.

It hurled him across the ground.

“EDDIE!” Dustin screamed.

Steve ran to him instantly.

Eddie groaned but managed a weak grin.

“…Ow.”

Steve helped him sit up.

“You idiot.”

Eddie coughed.

“Heroic idiot.”

Dustin dropped beside them.

“You’re not allowed to die!”

Eddie laughed weakly.

“Relax, Henderson.”

The Final Strike

Back at the center-

Eleven and Max pushed harder.

Vecna staggered backward.

Cracks spread across his body.

Max shouted:

“NOW!”

Nancy fired directly at the glowing red core wrapped around Vecna’s vines.

Johnathan followed.

Hopper and Joyce both blasted shots.

Steve and Eddie both lunged forward.

Bat and spear striking the core at the same time.

The red light shattered.

Vecna screamed.

The entire Upside Down shook violently.

Silence

The storm stopped.

The vines collapsed.

The sky slowly cleared.

Vecna fell.

Still.

Gone.

For the first time-

The Upside Down was quiet.

Back in Hawkins

Morning light touched Hawkins.

The gates slowly began closing.

The red lightning faded.

Everyone stood together in the quiet street.

Alive.

Exhausted.

But alive.

Lucas hugged Max again.

“You did it.”

Max smirked.

“We did it.”

Dustin tackled Eddie for the third time that night.

“YOU DIDN’T DIE AGAIN.”

Eddie groaned.

“I’m starting to regret surviving.

Steve walked over to you.

"You okay?”

You nodded.

Then hugged him.

He froze for a second before hugging you back.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” he muttered.

Eddie walked over too.

“You good, sweetheart?”

You smiled.

“Yeah.”

Robin whispered to Nancy:

“Okay but Steve and Eddie working together?”

Nancy grinned.

“Historic.”

Steve sighed.

“…Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Eddie clapped him on the shoulder.

“Too late, Harrington.”

The Ending

The group stood together as the sun rose over Hawkins.

Bruised.

Tired.

But victorious.

Dustin looked around at everyone.

“So…”

He smiled.

“The party wins?”

Robin raised a fist.

“The party wins.”

Eddie squeezed your hand.

Steve walked beside you on the other side.

Still protective.

Still grumbling.

But smiling a little.

And for the first time in a long time-

Hawkins was safe.

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They Help You Through Your First Full Moon As A Werewolf (Teen Wolf Preference)

Requested by @starbornuser

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar, and Isaac Lahey.

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Stiles Stilinski

The first full moon had you completely on edge. Your senses were overwhelming, your heart racing faster with every passing minute.

Stiles had spent the entire day researching.

Books, notes, printed pages, sticky notes everywhere.

“Okay,” he says, pacing nervously in front of you. “Step one: you are not going to freak out, I have backup plans. Several. Possibly too many.”

You clutch your head as the moon rises, claws threatening to come out.

“Stiles, I can’t control it-”

“Hey, hey.” His voice softens immediately. He kneels in front of you. “Look at me, okay? Focus on my voice.”

You breathe shakily while he keeps talking non-stop - random stories, stupid jokes, anything to keep you grounded.

When your eyes flash gold and you start to panic, he grabs your hands.

“You’re still you,” he insists. “Wolf stuff or not. I’m not going anywhere tonight.”

And he doesn’t. He stays right there till morning, half asleep but still holding your hand.

Theo Raeken

Theo notices the signs before you even say anything.

The shaking. The restless pacing. The way your eyes keep flicking toward the moon.

“First full moon?” he asks casually.

You nod nervously.

Instead of panicking, Theo calmly leads you somewhere isolated in the woods.

“You’re fighting it too hard,” he says, watching you carefully. “The more you resist it, the worse it gets.”

When your claws finally extend, you stumble back in fear.

Theo grabs your shoulder before you can run.

“Listen to me,” he says firmly. “The wolf is part of you now. Not something to be scared of.”

Your breathing grows heavy as the shift starts.

Theo stays right in front of you, completely unfazed.

“If you lose control, I’ll stop you,” he promises. “But I don’t think you will.”

And somehow… hearing him say that makes you believe it too.

Liam Dunbar

Liam immediately understands what you’re going through.

Because his first full moon was a disaster.

So when he finds out yours is coming, he’s already preparing.

Chains. Mountain ash. Stress balls. Snacks. More snacks.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Liam says quickly, though he looks a little nervous too.

When the moon rises, you start panicking.

Your claws come out and you accidentally knock over a table.

“Okay! That’s fine!” Liam blurts. “Tables are replaceable!”

You growl in frustration, trying to control the shift.

Instead of backing away, Liam steps closer.

“Hey,” he says gently. “I know it feels like you’re losing control… but you’re not alone in this.”

He sits beside you while you struggle through the change.

And when you finally calm down hours later, exhausted, Liam grins proudly.

“See? First full moon survivors club.”

Isaac Lahey

Isaac is surprisingly calm about the whole situation.

When you admit you’re terrified about the full moon, he immediately offers to stay with you.

“You shouldn’t go through it alone,” he says quietly.

He takes you somewhere safe - a quiet loft with reinforced doors and mountain ash lines.

As the moon rises, you start shaking.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone,” you whisper.

Isaac gently takes your hand.

“You won’t,” he assures you. “I’ve been where you are.”

When the pain of shifting hits, he stays right beside you the entire time.

Talking softly. Helping you breathe through it. Reminding you that the pain will pass.

At one point, you nearly lose control, but Isaac steadies you.

“Focus on me,” he murmurs.

And somehow, hearing his calm voice keeps you anchored.

By the time morning comes, you’re exhausted but safe.

Isaac smiles softly.

“See?” he says. “You made it.”

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Five More Minutes

Requested by @starbornuser

Pairing: Theo Raeken x reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Theo, Y/N

Description: Theo is touch starved. He misses Y/N even though they’re only in the next room. When he cuddles them from behind, there’s no letting go.

Theo has been doing pretty well pretending that he didn’t need anyone.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

The soft glow of the TV lit the room as the game controller clicked in his hands. Explosions flashed across the screen, characters shouting through the speakers, but Theo barely noticed anymore. His focus kept drifting somewhere else.

Specifically… the kitchen.

He could hear you moving around in there. The quiet clatter of pans. The hum of the extractor fan. The faint smell of whatever you were cooking drifting into the living room.

Normally, Theo would stay glued to the game.

But tonight something felt… off.

He shifted on the couch, rolling his shoulders like he was trying to shake something away. The controller buttons clicked faster. His character respawned.

Still… something was missing.

Theo paused the game.

For a moment he just stared at the screen, jaw tight.

He tried to ignore the feeling crawling under his skin - the restless, hollow thing that always showed up when he realised you weren’t nearby. When you weren’t within arm’s reach.

It was stupid.

Embarrassing, honestly.

With a quiet sigh, he set the controller down and turned the controller off completely.

The room went silent.

Theo dragged a hand through his hair before standing and padding toward the kitchen.

You were standing at the stove, focused on stirring something in a pan. Completely unaware of the pair of green eyes watching you from the doorway.

Theo leaned against the frame for a second.

Just looking.

You looked comfortable. Warm. Domestic in a way that made his chest ache a little.

That feeling in his chest twisted again.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he walked up behind you.

And wrapped his arms around your waist.

You barely had time to react before Theo pressed his face into the back of your shoulder, burying it there like it belonged.

He exhaled slowly.

“…Hi,” he mumbled against your shirt.

His grip tightened softly.

For a few seconds he didn’t move at all, just holding you like a lifeline. The tension in his shoulders slowly melted as he leaned more of his weight against you.

You tried to keep stirring.

“Dinner’s almost-”

Theo immediately shook his head against you.

“No.”

You blinked. “No?”

“No cooking.”

His arms tightened again as if you might escape.

“You’ve been gone too long.”

“I’ve been in the kitchen for like ten minutes.”

“Too long.”

His voice was muffled, stubborn.

You laughed softly and tried to reach the stove again, but suddenly Theo tugged.

Hard.

You stumbled a step back.

“Theo-!”

He was already pulling you away from the counter.

“Game’s off,” he announced like that settled everything.

“But dinner-”

“Can wait.”

Theo turned you around so he could see your face, then immediately pulled you into another hug - this time from the front.

He practically collapsed onto you.

Arms wrapped tight. Chin resting on your shoulder. His entire weight leaning into you like a human blanket.

You felt him relax almost instantly.

A quiet sigh slipped out of him.

“Much better.”

“You literally kidnapped me from the kitchen.”

“Mhm.”

“No shame?”

“None.”

You tried to pull away.

Theo immediately groaned and clung tighter.

“Nope. Don’t do that.”

“I still have to cook.”

“You will,” he said lazily.

“When?”

“In like… five minutes.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Theo buried his face into your shoulder again, voice muffled.

“…Maybe ten.”

His fingers absentmindedly curled into the back of your shirt, like he was making sure you couldn’t disappear.

For someone who tried so hard to act cool and detached, Theo Raeken was terrible at hiding how much he needed this.

Needed you.

He shifted slightly, squeezing you once more before mumbling:

“Just stay here a bit.”

There was a small pause.

Then, quieter -

“…please?”

And honestly?

Dinner could probably wait.

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Reflected Heat (18+)

Requested by @starbornuser

Pairing: Theo Raeken x male!reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Theo, Y/N

Description: Tensions have been running high lately. Theo decides to take his frustrations out the only way he knows how.

The pack meeting had run late, tensions high after the latest skirmish with hunters. You and Theo had barely exchanged words all night, but the undercurrent between you was electric - his smirks across the room, the way his eyes lingered on your neck when you spoke. By the time everyone dispersed , you found yourself crashing at his place, the spare room too far from the action. Or so you told yourself.

Theo cornered you in the hallway outside the bathroom, his body radiating like a furnace. “You need to clean up,” he said, voice low and commanding, shoving you toward the door. “And you’re not doing it alone.” Before you could protest, he followed you in, locking the door with a click that echoed in the tiled space.

The bathroom was dimly lit, steam already curling from the sink where he’d turned on the hot water. Theo’s hands were on you immediately, gripping your shirt and yanking it over your head. His fingers dug into your shoulders, pushing you forward until your hips bumped the cool marble counter. The large mirror above the sink reflected everything: you’re flushed face, his predatory grin, the way his chest heaved under his tight black tee.

“Look at yourself,” Theo growled, one hand fisting your hair to force your gaze up. Your eyes met in the glass - yours wide with a mix of nerves and excitement, his glowing with that chimera hunger. He pressed against your back, his erection grinding into your ass through your jeans. “You’re gonna watch every second of this. Watch me fuck you senseless.”

You swallowed hard, nodding as heat pooled in your gut. Theo’s fee hand worked your belt open, zipper rasping down before he shoved your pants and boxers to your knees in one rough motion. Cool air hit your exposed skin, your cock already hardening, bobbing free. He palmed your ass cheeks spreading them wide, his thumb brushing over your hole teasingly.

“Already twitching for me,” he murmured, leaning in to nip your earlobe. You could see it all in the mirror - the way his fingers dipped into the small bottle of lube he’d grabbed from the drawer, slicking them up before pressing one against your entrance. He pushed in slow at first, the intrusion burning as he twisted and curled inside you, stretching your walls.

Your breath fogged the glass, but Theo yanked your head back by the hair. “Eyes on the mirror. See how you take it.” He added a second finger, scissoring roughly, his other hand reaching around to grip your cock at the base, squeezing just enough to make you buck. Pre-cum leaked from your tip, smearing over his knuckles as he stroked you in lazy pulls.

The sight was obscene: your body arched over the counter, ass up and presented, Theo’s arm flexing as he finger-fucked you open. His eyes never left yours in the reflection, dark and intense, daring you to look away. You didn’t - couldn’t- mesmerised by the raw dominance in his stare, the way your hole clenched greedily around his digits.

“Good boy,” he praised, voice husky. He withdrew his fingers with a wet pop, and you whined at the emptiness. But it didn’t last; Theo unzipped himself, freeing his thick cock. It slapped against your ass, heavy and hot, the head already glistening. He slicked himself up quickly, then lined up, pressing the blunt tip to your rim.

“Watch me slide in,” he ordered, and thrust forward. The stretch was intense, your ring yielding as he sank inch by inch, filling you completely. You gasped, hands scrabbling at the counter for purchase, but the mirror showed it all - the way your mouth fell open, brows furrowing in pleasure-pain, Theo’s jaw clenching as your tight heat enveloped him.

He bottomed out with a grunt, hips flush against your ass, and paused just long enough for you to adjust. Then he started moving - slow, deep drags at first, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust jolted you forward, your cock trapped against the counter’s edge, friction building with every rock.

“Fuck, look at that,” Theo panted, his hand releasing your hair to brace on the counter beside you. He leaned over, chest to your back, so you could see his face inches from yours in the glass- sweat beading on his forehead, lips parted. His hips snapped harder, the slap of skin on skin filling the room, balls tapping your taint with every plunge.

You locked eyes with him through the mirror, the connection unbreakable. It heightened everything: the burn of his cock dragging over your prostate, the way your body jolted, ass rippling from the force. “Theo-shit, harder,” you begged, voice breaking. He obliged, pounding into you relentlessly, one hand snaking down to jerk your cock in tight, fast strokes.

The pressure built fast, your balls drawing up as he rallied you. In the reflection, you saw your own desperation - cheeks red, eyes glassy - mirrored by Theo’s feral focus. “Cum for me,” he snarled, teeth grazing over your shoulder. “Show me how much you love watching yourself get fucked.”

It hit you like a wave, your orgasm ripping through as you clenched around him, spilling hot cum over his fist and onto the counter. Theo groaned, thrusts stuttering before he buried deep, flooding your ass with thick pulses of cum. He held you there, both of you panting, his forehead pressing to your shoulder as aftershocks trembled through you.

Finally, he pulled out, a trickle of his release leaking down your thigh. Theo turned you gently, kissing you deep and possessive before cleaning you up with a warm cloth. But his eyes flicked to the mirror one last time, a smirk promising round two. “Next time, we’ll use the shower. More angles to watch.”

Into the End

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Characters: Eddie, Y/N, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Will, Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Eleven, Max, Johnathan, Joyce, Hopper, Vecna

Description: The group returns to the Upside Down Creel House and Vecna fully merges Hawkins with the Upside Down.

A/N: Part 10 of The Red Sky Over Hawkins

The Gate

The gate pulsed like a heartbeat.

Red lightning crawled through the cracks in the sky above Hawkins, and the enormous fissure splitting the street glowed brighter with every passing second.

Ash drifted through the air.

It looked exactly like the Upside Down.

Because it was becoming it.

Eleven stepped closer to the edge of the portal.

Her eyes narrowed.

“He’s waiting.”

Hopper loaded another shell into his shotgun.

“Good.”

Robin whispered behind him:

“That confidence feels suspicious.”

Dustin raised his walkie like a commander.

“The party enters the final dungeon.”

Steve sighed.

“You’ve been waiting to say that all night.”

“Since 1986,” he said proudly.

One Last Check

Everyone gathered at the edge of the gate.

The air hummed with energy.

Steve turned to you again.

“You stay close to me.”

Eddie immediately spoke up.

“Or me.”

You smirked.

“Teamwork.”

Robin leaned toward Nancy.

“They’re learning.”

Nancy nodded.

“Character development.”

Nearby, Max stood with Lucas.

Lucas looked nervous.

“You don’t have to go in.”

Max shook her head.

“He’s in there.”

She glanced toward the gate.

“And this ends tonight.”

Lucas squeezed her hand.

“Then we finish it.”

Entering the Upside Down

One by one-

They jumped.

Nancy first.

Then Johnathan and Will.

Robin followed with a dramatic “WHEE” that echoed down the portal.

Hopper and Joyce climbed down next.

Lucas and Max jumped in together.

Dustin carefully climbed after them while muttering something about ‘safety procedures’.

Eleven and Mike stepped through last.

You followed.

Eddie landed beside you.

Steve landed on your other side.

He immediately brushed ash off your shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie nodded toward the distance.

“Well… there it is.”

The Creel House - The Final Form

The Creel House looked different now.

Worse.

The house was wrapped in massive pulsing vines like a living fortress. A glowing red core beat inside the structure like a giant heart.

Dustin stared in awe.

“…That’s the boss level.”

Nancy cocked her shotgun.

“Then let’s beat it.”

The ground trembled.

And from the vines-

He emerged.

Vecna.

Taller than before.

Stronger.

The storm around him crackled with power.

“You return,” he said.

Eleven stepped forward.

“We end this.”

Vecna looked at the group.

His gaze lingered on you and Max.

“You are persistent.”

Max smirked.

“Yeah.”

Vecna lifted his hand.

The ground exploded.

Demobats swarmed from the sky.

Vines burst from the earth.

The final battle began.

The Chaos

Nancy fired immediately.

Johnathan swung a shovel into a vine creature.

Hopper and Joyce blasted anything that moved.

Dustin shouted strategy like a tiny war general.

“LEFT FLANK! WATCH THE VINES!”

Lucas pulled Max behind cover.

“You good?”

Max nodded.

“Let’s finish this.”

Meanwhile-

Steve and Eddie fought side-by-side.

Steve smashed a bat mid-air with his bat.

Eddie speared another one.

They glanced at each other.

“…Not bad.” Steve admitted.

Eddie grinned.

“You too, Harrington.”

A vine lunged toward you.

Both of them shouted at the same time.

“LOOK OUT!”

Steve shoved you aside.

Eddie sliced the vine in half.

You stood back up.

“Okay seriously- team effort!”

Steve pointed.

“We ARE doing teamwork!”

Eddie pointed too.

“Team Save My Girlfriend!”

Steve groaned.

The Psychic War

At the center of the battlefield -

Eleven faced Vecna.

The air shook with psychic power.

Max stepped beside her.

Vecna smiled.

“Again.”

Max crossed her arms.

“Yeah, you’re stuck with me.”

Eleven raised her hand.

The storm exploded.

The final fight had begun.

The Cliffhanger

Suddenly-

Vecna lifted both arms.

The entire Upside Down trembled.

The vines surrounding the Creel House surged outward.

Massive cracks split the sky.

Even Eleven staggered.

Vecna’s voice thundered across both worlds.

“Hawkins will fall.”

Steve grabbed your arm.

“Something’s wrong.”

Dustin looked up in horror.

“The gates-”

Across the Upside Down horizon-

New portals began opening.

Dozens of them.

Robin whispered:

“Oh, that’s bad.”

Nancy reloaded her shotgun.

“No.”

She looked at Vecna.

“That’s the endgame.”

The storm roared louder.

And the fate if Hawkins hung on the next move.

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Just a Reaction

Requested by Anonymous with the prompt: “I’m not jealous! I just… it just bothers me that… Holy shit. I’m jealous.”

Pairing: Kai Parker x Forbes!fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Kai, Y/N, Caroline

Description: Kai is making Y/N jealous so she will come to terms with her feelings for him.

A/N: Part 2 is here.

Mystic Falls has a way of making bad ideas seem normal.

Which was exactly how you ended up leaning against the counter at the Salvatore house, watching Kai Parker flirt shamelessly with a girl you’d never seen before.

Again.

He laughed - that annoying, crooked, stupidly charming laugh - and leaned closer to her like he didn’t have a care in the world.

You gripped your glass tighter.

“Careful,” Caroline said beside you, not even looking up from her phone. “That glass didn’t do anything to deserve that.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re glaring.”

“I am not glaring.”

Caroline finally looked over, following your line of sight straight to Kai, who had just brushed a strand of hair behind the girls’ ear.#

Your sister smirked.

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“You’re jealous.”

You scoffed so loudly a couple of people looked over.

“I’m not jealous! I just… it just bothers me that-”

You stopped.

Your brain caught up with your mouth.

You stared at Kai across the room.

Then back at Caroline.

“…Holy shit.”

Caroline grinned.

“Oh my god, you are jealous.”

“I’m not-”

“You literally just had a revelation.”

“I did not!”

But the heat creeping up your neck betrayed you.

“Alright, I am jealous.”

Caroline grinned again.

Across the room, Kai glanced over and caught you staring.

His grin widened immediately.

Great.

Now he knew.

He excused himself from the girl and walked straight toward you, hands in his pockets like he owned the place.

“You know,” he said casually, stopping right in front of you, “it’s generally considered rude to stare.”

“I wasn’t staring.”

“You were glaring then. Which is honestly more flattering.”

Caroline slipped away with the subtlety of someone fleeing a burning building.

Coward.

Kai tilted his head, studying you.

“Something wrong, Forbes?”

“Nope.”

“You look like you want to stab someone.”

“Maybe I do.”

He smirked.

“Should I be worried?”

“Depends,” you said sweetly. “Are you planning on flirting with every girl in Mystic Falls tonight?”

Kai blinked once.

Then slowly smiled.

“Oh.”

“Oh, what?”

“That’s what this is.”

“What is?”

He leaned closer, voice dropping.

“Jealousy.”

Your stomach flipped.

“I’m not jealous.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I am not!”

“Really?” he said lightly. “Because ten minutes ago you looked ready to rip that girls throat out.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

He folded his arms, eyes sparkling with amusement.

“So if I go back over there and kiss her right now…”

Your jaw clenched.

“Go ahead.”

Kai studied your face for a long moment.

Then he chuckled softly.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“You really don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

His voice dropped just a little.

“I was doing it to get a reaction out of you.”

Your brain stalled.

“…What?”

He shrugged.

“You ignore me. Constantly. Which, rude by the way.”

“So I figured I’d try something else.”

“You flirt with random girls to get my attention?”

“Worked, didn’t it?”

You opened your mouth.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

“…That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Kai’s grin turned softer.

“Maybe.”

Then he leaned closer, his voice just above a whisper.

“But you admitted it.”

“Admitted what?”

“That you’re jealous.”

Your face heated.

“I said it bothers me.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he said quietly, “you’re still here.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then he reached out and gently took the glass from your hand, setting it on the counter.

“So,” he said. “Now that we’ve established that you’re jealous…”

“I’m not-”

“…what are you going to do about it?”

Your heart pounded.

You stepped closer.

“First,” you said, poking his chest, “I’m going to pretend this conversation never happened.”

Kai caught your wrist before you could pull away.

“Second?”

Your breath caught when he didn’t let go.

“…Second,” you said softly, “you’re going to stop flirting with random girls.”

His eyes darkened slightly.

“Why?”

You hesitated.

Then sighed.

“…Because it bothers me.”

Kai smiled slowly.

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Means it worked.”

Before you could respond, he leaned down slightly.

“And for the record, Forbes…”

Your stomach flipped again.

“You’re the only one I was hoping would get jealous.”

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Suit and Claws (18+)

Requested by @starbornuser

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x male!reader

Genre: Smut

Description: Y/N wears a suit for the school formal and Liam discovers that he’s really into it.

The school formal was supposed to be a straightforward night - dress up, dance awkwardly, pretend to care about the drama swirling around Beacon Hills. You’d borrowed a sleek back suit from your cousin, the kind that hugged your frame just right; crisp white shirt underneath, slim tie knotted perfectly, trousers tailored to show off your legs without trying too hard. You weren’t one for the spotlight, but tonight, you felt sharp, confident even, as you adjusted your cufflinks in the mirror heading out.

Liam Dunbar was waiting by the gyn entrance when you arrived, his usual lacrosse jersey swapped for a simple button-down and slacks that did little to hide his athletic build. His eyes locked on you the second you stepped into the dim light of the decorated hallway, and something shifted in his gaze - pupils dilating, a low rumble building in his chest that you almost mistook for the bass from the music inside.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to straighten your tie even though it didn’t need it. His fingers lingered on your collar, brushing the skin at your neck. “You look… fuck, you look incredible.”

You chuckled, heat creeping up your face. “It’s just a suit, Liam. Relax.”

But he didn’t relax. If anything, his body tensed, that beta wolf energy crackling under his skin. He crowded into your space, nose flaring as he inhaled your scent - cologne mixed with the faint nervousness of the evening. “No, it’s not just a suit. It’s you in it. Makes me want to skip this whole thing and drag you somewhere private.”

The words sent a thrill down your spine, but you played it cool, nudging his shoulder. “Save it for after the dance, Dunbar. We can ditch early.”

The formal dragged on predictably; forced small talk with classmates, a few spins on the dance floor where Liam’s hands stayed firmly on your waist, pulling you closer than necessary. Every time you moved, his eyes raked over you - the way the fabric stretched across your shoulders, how the jacket accentuated your chest, the subtle outline of your thighs when you shifted. By the third song, his grip had tightened, claws threatening to peak out as he pressed his hips against yours in the crowd.

“You’re killing me,” he growled into your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Feel that? That’s what you’re doing to me.”

You did feel it - his hard cock straining against his pants, grinding subtly against your thigh. Your own arousal stirred, a flush spreading under the suit as you imagined peeling it off for him. But the music was too loud, bodies too close; you whispered a promise of later and led him off the floor, grabbing punch as an excuse to cool down.

Later came sooner than expected. Half an hour in, Liam’s patience snapped. He tugged you toward the side exit, muttering about needing air, but the second the door clicked shut behind you in the empty locker room hallway, he shoved you against the wall. His mouth crashed onto yours, hungry and demanding, tongue pushing past your lips to claim every inch.

You kissed back just as fiercely, hands fisting his shirt as his fingers worked at your tie, yanking it loose with a frustrated snarl. “Been staring at you all night.” he panted, nipping your jaw. “That suit… it’s like it’s begging me to ruin it. To ruin you.”

“Then do it,” you challenged, voice rough with want. Your cock twitched in your trousers, already half-hard from the tension.

Liam’s eyes flashed gold for a split second, wolf instincts surging. He dropped to his knees right there in the dim corridor, hands sliding up your thighs, thumbs pressing into the seams of the pants. He mouthed at the growing bulge, fabric dampening under his hot breath. “Gonna make you feel how bad I want this,” he said, unzipping you slowly, deliberately, savouring the reveal.

Your cock sprang free, thick and aching, and Liam wasted no time. He wrapped his lips around the head, sucking hard while his hand stroked the base. His tongue swirled over the slit, lapping up the bead of pre-cum, and you groaned, threading fingers through his hair to guide him deeper. He took you like he was starved, throat relaxing to swallow you down, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed. The wet sounds echoed off the lockers, mixing with your stifled moans.

But Liam wasn’t content to just suck you off. He pulled back with a pop, stings of saliva connecting his lips to your throbbing cock, and stood, spinning you around to face the wall. “Keep the suit on,” he ordered, voice gravelly. “Jacket, shirt - everything. Just pants down.”

You complied, shoving your trousers and briefs to your ankles, ass exposed to the cool air. Liam’s hands were everywhere; palming your cheeks, spreading them wide. He spat into his palm, slicking his fingers before pressing one against your hole, circling teasingly. “So tight for me,” he murmured, pushing inside. The stretch burned in the best way, his finger curling to brush your prostate, making your knees buckle.

He added a second finger quickly, scissoring you open while his other hand reached around to jerk your cock in time with his thrusts. You pushed back against him, desperate for more, the suit’s fabric chafing erotically against your skin as you rocked. “Liam, fuck-please.” Need you inside.“

A zipper rasped behind you, and then the blunt head of his cock nudged your entrance. He was thick, always was, especially when riled up like this. He gripped your hips - claws pricking just enough to sting - and thrust in with one sharp motion, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out, the fullness overwhelming, your body clenching around him.

"That’s it,” he grunted, starting a punishing rhythm. Each snap of his hips drove him deeper, his balls slapping against yours. The suit jacket rode up, shirt untucked and rumpled, but it only heightened the rawness - Liam fucking you while you were still half-dressed, like he couldn’t wait to strip you properly. His hand snaked under your shirt, pinching a nipple through the fabric, while the other kept stroking your cock, thumb smearing pre-cum over the tip.

The risk of someone walking by the hallway fuelled the fire, Liam’s thrusts grew erratic, growls vibrating through his chest as he leaned over you, teeth grazing your neck. “Mine,” he snarled, pounding harder, hitting the spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids. “This ass, this cock - all mine in that fucking suit.”

You were close, walls fluttering around him as pressure coiled tight. “Liam - gonna cum,” you gasped, and he sped up, free hand clamping over your mouth to muffle your shout as you spilled over his fingers, hot ropes painting the wall and your shirt.

He followed seconds later, burying deep and flooding your ass with his cum, hips jerking as he rode out the waves. Warmth leaked down your thighs when he finally pulled out, but he didn’t let you go far - turning you gently, kissing you slow and deep while you both caught your breath.

“Worth ditching for,” he said with a smirk, tucking himself away before helping you fix your pants. But his eyes still burned with hunger, promising the night was far from over. Back at his place later, he’d peel the suit off piece by piece, worshipping every inch he’d fantasized about all evening.

The Plan for the End

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Characters: Eddie, Y/N, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Will, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Johnathan, Joyce, Hopper, Vecna

Description: Vecna begins to merge the Upside Down and Hawkins whilst the group plan their final attack.

A/N: Part 9 of The Red Storm Over Hawkins Series.

Hawkins - The World Breaking

Hawkins was changing.

Not slowly.

Not subtly.

The glowing cracks spreading through the town widened, splitting roads and sidewalks apart. Black vines began crawling up buildings like the Upside Down itself was climbing into the real world.

Ash drifted through the air.

Robin looked up at the sky.

“…Well that’s deeply upsetting.”

Red lightning cracked across the clouds.

Eleven stared at the spreading gates.

“He’s merging the worlds.”

Dustin blinked.

“Like… permanently?”

Eleven nodded.

Mike ran a hand through his hair.

“Can we stop that?”

Nancy’s expression hardened.

“Yes.”

Everyone looked at her.

She pointed toward the largest glowing fissure splitting the center of town.

“We go through.”

Johnathan raised an eyebrow.

“Into the Upside Down?”

Nancy nodded.

“To the source.”

Lucas whispered:

“Vecna.”

The Party Regroups

Everyone gathered near the ruined street.

Plans were forming.

Arguments were starting.

Robin was pacing dramatically.

“Okay but hear me out - what if we don’t fight the interdimensional nightmare wizard?”

Steve gave her a look.

“Do you have a better idea?”

Robin sighed.

“No.”

Dustin climbed onto a broken mailbox like he was about to deliver a speech.

“Okay listen up!”

Everyone groaned.

“Science time.”

He pointed toward the giant gate.

“Vecna controls the Upside Down through psychic connection points.”

Hopper crossed his arms.

“And the translation is?”

Dustin grinned.

“We hit the nerve center.”

Nancy nodded.

“The Creel House.”

Everyone groaned again.

The Protective Brother Moment

Steve looked directly at you.

“No.”

You blinked.

“…No what?”

Eddie immediately stepped beside you.

“Yeah, actually she is.”

Steve turned slowly.

“Excuse me?”

Eddie shrugged.

“She literally helped fight him in the mind.”

Steve pointed dramatically.

“That’s exactly why she’s not going!”

You crossed your arms.

“I’m standing right here.”

Steve ran both hands through his hair.

“I know! That’s the problem!”

Robin whispered to Nancy:

“This is my favourite episode.”

Nancy smirked.

Steve sighed.

“…Look.”

He lowered his voice.

“You almost got stuck in Vecna’s head.”

You softened slightly.

“I’m fine.”

Steve shook his head.

“Yeah. But what if next time you’re not?”

Eddie suddenly spoke up.

“She won’t be alone.”

Steve glanced at him.

Eddie shrugged.

“I’m going too.”

Steve stared.

“…You weren’t invited.”

Eddie grinned.

“Boyfriend privilege.”

Steve closed his eyes.

“Why do you keep saying that?”

Meanwhile - Max

Nearby, Max sat on the curb.

Lucas crouched beside her.

“You shouldn’t go back in there.”

Max shook her head.

“He’s getting stronger.”

Lucas looked frustrated.

“You almost didn’t come back.”

Max met his eyes.

“Yeah.”

She glanced towards the spreading cracks across Hawkins.

“That’s why we have to end this.”

Dustin walked over.

“You two ready for round two?”

Max sighed.

“I was hoping for a nap first.”

Eddie Finally Finishes His Sentence

The group slowly began preparing.

Weapons.

Flashlights.

Plans.

Steve was arguing with Nancy about entry routes.

Robin was stealing snacks from Hopper’s truck.

Dustin was drawing weird diagrams in chalk on the pavement.

Which left you and Eddie standing slightly apart.

For once-

It was quiet.

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“So…”

You smiled.

“The interrupted speech?”

“Yeah.”

He exhaled.

“I’m really bad at timing.”

“Clearly.”

He laughed softly.

Then his expression turned serious.

“When I said earlier that if something happens…”

He hesitated.

But this time nothing exploded.

No monsters attacked.

No lightning interrupted him.

“…I just wanted you to know that I-”

He stopped.

Looked nervous.

Which for Eddie Munson was rare.

Then he said it anyway.

“I’m completely, ridiculously in love with you.”

Your heart skipped.

Eddie rushed to add:

“Like, stupid levels of love. Possibly medically concerning.”

You laughed softly.

“I had a feeling.”

He blinked.

“…You did?”

You nodded.

“You dove into monster water for me.”

“Fair point.”

Then you leaned forward and kissed him.

For a moment-

The apocalypse didn’t matter.

Behind you-

Steve turned around just in time to see it.

He groaned dramatically.

“REALLY?”

Robin clapped excitedly.

“CONFESSION ACHIEVED!”

Nancy laughed.

Dustin shouted:

“FINALLY!”

Eddie grinned smugly.

“Boyfriend privilege.”

Steve pointed at him.

“I swear to god.”

The Final Mission

Nancy stepped forward.

“Okay lovebirds.”

She pointed toward the massive gate splitting the street.

“Time to end this.”

The wind howled.

Red lightning cracked again.

The portal to the Upside Down pulsed like a wound in reality.

Hopper and Joyce loaded their shotguns.

Johnathan and Will grabbed flashlights.

Robin spun her crowbar.

Dustin adjusted his hat dramatically.

“The party enters the dungeon.”

Max stood up.

Lucas beside her.

You grabbed Eddie’s hand.

Steve walked on your other side.

Still protective.

Still grumbling.

But this time-

He didn’t argue.

Because ahead of you-

The gate to the Upside Down waited.

And somewhere inside it…

Vecna was preparing for war.

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A Dance Meant for Him

Requested by @elenavampire21

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Tommy, Y/N, Billy Kimber

Description: Tommy takes Y/N to the races and she ends up dancing with Billy Kimber. When he makes Y/N feel uncomfortable, she tries desperately to get back to Tommy, who instantly knows something is wrong.

The afternoon sun spilled across the racecourse, turning the grass a bright, glittering green as crowds gathered across the rails. The air smelled of horses, cigars, and expensive perfume. Gentlemen shouted wagers while ladies laughed behind gloved hands.

You stood beside Tommy Shelby, your arm looped through his. Even among the wealthy bookmakers and London gentlemen, Tommy carried himself like he owned the ground beneath his feet. His dark suit was immaculate, cap tilted low, cigarette balanced between his fingers.

“You nervous?” he murmured quietly beside you, blue eyes flicking down to yours.

“A bit,” you admitted. “Everyone here seems… important.”

Tommy’s mouth curved faintly. “They are. But they’re not more important.”

His hand rested briefly at the small of your back, steady and reassuring.

Unfortunately, the calm didn’t last long.

Not when Billy Kimber approached.

Billy arrived with the swagger of a man who believed every room belonged to him. His voice boomed over the crowd as he greeted Tommy with exaggerated charm, eyes sliding toward you almost immediately.

“And who’s this then?” Billy said, flashing a grin that didn’t quite meet his eyes.

Tommy’s posture stiffened almost imperceptibly.

“This,” Tommy replied coolly, “is my girl.”

You offered a polite smile, hoping that would be the end of it.

But Billy wasn’t finished.

“Well now,” he said, extending his hand toward you, “would you care for a dance while the next race is being sorted?”

You glanced at Tommy instinctively. For a moment, his eyes held yours, unreadable. Business came first at these events - you knew that.

“Go on,” Tommy said quietly. “Just one.”

Reluctantly, you took Billy’s hand.

The band was playing something lively as Billy led you onto the makeshift dance floor among the laughing couples. At first it seemed harmless enough - spinning, stepping, moving with the music.

But Billy stood too close.

His grip lingered longer than it should. His smile carried an edge that made your stomach twist.

“You’re wasted on that Birmingham lad,” he said under his breath, pulling you nearer than the dance required.

You tried to keep your voice polite. “Mr. Shelby and I are very happy.”

Billy chuckled. “Are you now?”

The music continued, but your heart started pounding harder with every passing second.

You tried to step away.

Billy didn’t let go.

Your eyes scanned the crows desperately until you spotted Tommy across the floor. He was speaking with someone - but the moment your gaze met his, he stopped.

Tommy Shelby noticed everything.

And right now, he noticed you.

Your forced smile. The way your shoulders had tensed. The way Billy’s hand held your wrist just a little too firmly.

Tommy’s eyes darkened instantly.

He stubbed out his cigarette and walked toward the dance floor with quiet determination.

Billy was mid-sentence when Tommy stepped between you.

“That’ll do,” Tommy said clamly.

Billy raised an eyebrow. “Dance isn’t finished.”

Tommy gently - but firmly - took your hand from Billy’s grasp.

“It is now.”

Before Billy could respond, Tommy pulled you into the dance himself. His arm wrapped securely around your waist, drawing you close as the music continued.

For a moment you just breathed.

“You alright?” he murmured near your ear.

You nodded quickly. “I just wanted to come back to you.”

Tommy’s jaw tightened slightly.

“Well,” he said softly, guiding you across the floor. “you’re not leaving my side again tonight.”

The tension in your chest slowly melted as you danced together. Tommy held you close, his movements steady and confident, his attention entirely on you.

Across the floor, Billy Kimber watched.

Tommy noticed that too.

After a slow turn, Tommy tilted your chin gently upward so your eyes met his.

“Let him look,” he said quietly.

Then, without another word, Tommy leaned down and kissed you.

Not a shy kiss. Not a quick one.

A deep, certain, unmistakably possessive kiss that ;eft no doubt who you belonged with.

The crows blurred away. The music faded behind the rush of your heartbeat as Tommy’s hand tightened slightly at your waist.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours.

Behind you, Billy had gone silent.

Tommy glanced past your shoulders briefly, meeting Billy’s stare with a cold, dangerous calm.

Then he looked back at you, a faint smirk touching his lips.

“Now,” he murmured, guiding you into another step of the dance, “let’s enjoy the rest of the night.”

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Obsession’s Edge

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Kai Parker x fem!Salvatore!reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Kai, Y/N

Warnings: Degredation.

Description: Kai has become obsessed with Y/N he siphoned magic from her. He makes sure Y/N knows exactly who she belongs to.

The Salvatore boarding house loomed like a gothic shadow under the Mystic Falls moon, its creaky floors whispering secrets of blood and betrayal. You, the forgotten Salvatore sister - eternally side-lined by your brothers’ endless dramas - paced the library, flipping through dusty grimoires that promised spells to ward off unwanted attention. But nothing could keep Kai Parker away. Not since he’d siphoned that sliver of magic from you during a botched coven ritual last month, binding your essence to his in a way that made your skin crawl… and tingle.

He appeared like a glitch in reality, materialising in the doorway with that signature smirk, hands shoved in his pockets. His eyes, dark and predatory, raked over you from head to toe, lingering on the curve of your hips beneath your tight jeans. “Well, if it isn’t the little Salvatore reject,” he drawled, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Hiding from big brother Damon again? Or just waiting for me to show up and make your night interesting?”

You stiffened, slamming the book shut. “Get out, Kai. I’m not in the mood for your games.” But your heart raced, a traitorous heat pooling low in your belly. He’d been haunting you - popping up in dreams where his hands bruised your thighs, his mouth spewing filth that left you waking up soaked and ashamed.

Kai sauntered closer, invading your space until you could smell his cologne mixed with the faint ozone of stolen magic. He reached out, fingers grazing your jaw, tilting your chin up forcefully. “Games? Oh, sweetheart, this isn’t a game. You’re mine now. That little siphon bond? It’s got me tasting your every dirty thought. Like how you imagine me bending you over this table and fucking the Salvatore snobbery right out of you.”

Heat flooded your cheeks, anger mixing with unwanted arousal. “You’re delusional. And disgusting.” You shoved at his chest, but he caught your wrists, pinning them above your head against the bookshelf. Books tumbled to the floor in a cascade of leather and dust.

“Disgusting?” He laughed, low and cruel, pressing his body flush against yours. You felt the hard ridge of his erection grinding into your stomach, insistent and unyielding. “That’s rich coming from a bloodsucker who’s been dripping wet every time I cross her mind. Admit it - you’re obsessed with me too. Pathetic little thing, aren’t you? Begging for scraps from your brothers, but here you are, aching for a real monster to ruin you.”

His words stung, slicing through your defences, but they ignited something primal. You twisted in his grip, but he only tightened his hold, his free hand sliding down to cup your breast through your shirt, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbled under the fabric. “Stop,” you gasped, even as your back arched into his touch.

“Stop?” Kai’s mouth hovered over yours, breath hot and teasing. “Your body’s screaming the opposite. Feel that?” He rocked his hips forward, his cock throbbing against you. “That’s what you do to me. But you’re not getting it easy. Not until you beg like the desperate slut you are.”

Humiliation burned in your veins, but so did desire. Kai’s obsession was a cage, his degradation a twisted key that unlocked forbidden parts of you. He released your wrists only to yank your shirt over your head, exposing your lace bra. His eyes devoured you, possessive hunger flashing as he shoved the cups down, pinching your nipples hard enough to make you yelp.

“Look at these tits,” he growled, leaning down to suck one in his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Wasted on those idiot brothers of yours. They don’t even deserve a glance at what’s mine.” He bit down, soothing the sting with his tongue, then moved to the other, lavishing it with rough attention while his hand dipped into your jeans, fingers finding your soaked panties.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he murmured against your skin, slipping two fingers beneath the fabric to stroke your clit. Circles, then flicks, building pressure that had your knees buckling. “All this for me? Say it. Tell me you’re my filthy little whore.”

You bit your lip, refusing, but he plunged his fingers inside you without warning, curling them to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. “Kai-” A moan escaped despite yourself.

“That’s it. Moan my name like the needy bitch you are.” He pumped his fingers faster, thumb grinding your clit, his mouth trailing bites down your neck. “Imagine if Damon walked in right now. Saw his precious sister getting finger-fucked by the witch he hates. He’d stake us both, but you’d still cum on my hand, wouldn’t you?”

The thought should horrify you, but it only heightened the thrill. Your hips bucked against his palm, chasing the release like he dangled a threat. “Please,” you whispered, hating yourself.

“Louder. Beg properly.” He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to your lips. “Taste how much you want this.”

Trembling, you parted your lips, sucking his fingers clean, the tangy flavour of your arousal mixing with his skin. Kai’s eyes darkened, his control fraying. He spun you around, bending you over the library table, papers scattering as he ripped your jeans and panties down in one swift motion. Cool air hit your exposed ass, and you shivered, bracing your hands on the wood.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, kicking them apart when you hesitated. His palm cracked against your cheek, the slap echoing, leaving a red imprint that stung deliciously. “Good girl. Now watch me claim what’s mine.”

You glance over your shoulder, seeing him free his cock - thick, veined, and leaking pre-cum. He stroked himself once, twice, eyes locked on your dripping pussy. “You’re so fucking tight, I bet. Made for my dick. Not those weak vampire cocks your family chases.”

He rubbed the head along your slit, teasing your entrance, coating himself in your wetness. Then, with a brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching you wide. You cried out, the fullness overwhelming, pain blending into pleasure as he set a punishing pace.

“Take it,” Kai grunted, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “Every inch. This pussy belongs to me now. Say it.”

“It-it’s yours,” you sobbed, pushing back to meet his slams, the table creaking under the force. His balls slapped against your clit with each drive, building that coil tighter.

“Damn right.” He reached around, fingers finding your swollen nub, rubbing in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me, you worthless Salvatore slut. Show me how much you need this. Need me owning you.”

The degradation pushed you over, your walls clenching around him as orgasm ripped through you, waves of ecstasy making you shake. Kai followed with a roar, hips stuttering as he flooded your insides with hot spurts, marking you deep.

He didn’t pull out right away, staying seated inside you, panting against your back. One hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back for a possessive kiss - teeth clashing, tongues battling. “Mine,” he whispered, voice laced with obsession. “Don’t ever forget it. Or I’ll have to remind you again… and again.”

As he finally withdrew, cum trickling down your thighs, you collapsed onto the table, spent and claimed. Kai’s fingers scooped up the mess, pushing it back inside you with a smirk. “Can’t let that go to waste. You’re keeping every drop.”

In the aftermath, his meanness softened just a fraction - he draped his jacket over your naked form, pulling you into his lap on the floor. But even in the quiet, his hand roamed, a constant reminder of his hold. Obsessive. Degrading. And utterly inescapable.

The Mind War

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Eddie, Y/N, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Will, Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Max, Eleven, Johnathan, Joyce, Hopper, Vecna

Description: Max and Y/N work together to fight Vecna.

A/N: Part 8 of The Red Storm Over Hawkins

The mindscape cracked with thunder.

Red lightning split the sky as the ground beneath you and Max trembled.

Across the broken landscape stood Vecna.

Watching.

Waiting.

“You bring more memories,” Vecna said slowly.

His voice echoed through the storm.

“But memories fade.”

You tightened your grip on Max’s hand.

“Not the good ones.”

Behind you, the air began to glow.

More memories lit up like stars in the darkness.

Steve laughing while trying to teach Dustin how to drive.

Robin rambling about movies.

Lucas hitting a game-winning shot.

Dustin and Eddie arguing about D&D rules.

Max riding her skateboard down a hill.

Vecna’s vines twitched.

“You cling to weakness.”

Max scoffed.

“Dude, you’re literally scared of friendship.”

You snorted.

Vecna did not look amused.

He raised a clawed hand.

The sky shattered.

Dark vines burst from the ground.

They lashed toward the both of you.

Reality - The Psychic Link

Back in Hawkins-

Eleven stood in the middle of the cracked street.

Her eyes rolled white.

The wind whipped around her violently.

Mike held her arm.

“Easy, El.”

Lucas stood beside him, staring desperately at the ground.

“Come on, Max…”

Steve paced like a caged animal.

“This is the worst waiting game ever.”

Robin nodded.

“Agreed.”

Nancy watched the glowing fissures carefully.

“He’s fighting back.”

Eddie stood quietly nearby.

Hands clenched.

Dustin noticed.

“You’re gonna wear a hole in the pavement, dude.”

Eddie exhaled slowly.

“…I hate not being able to help.”

Dustin nudged him.

“You already did.”

But Eddie still looked worried.

Because inside his head there was only one thought.

Come back.

The Fight in the Mind

Inside the mindscape-

You shoved Max out of the way as a vine slammed into the ground where she’d been standing.

“Okay,” Max said breathlessly.

“New plan?”

“Run,” you suggested.

“Love that plan.”

You both sprinted across the fractured landscape.

Vecna’s voice echoed everywhere.

“You cannot escape.”

The ground cracked open.

Vines erupted around you.

Max grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a floating fragment of memory.

A scene flickered across it.

The arcade.

All of you laughing.

Vecna struck it with a vine-

And the memory shattered like glass.

Max glared.

“Rude.”

Vecna stepped closer.

“You cannot win.”

You stood up.

“Maybe not alone.”

And the thought of them.

Steve.

Robin.

Dustin.

Lucas.

Eddie.

Suddenly-

The mindscape flared with light.

Outside - The Surge

Eleven gasped.

Power exploded outward from her in a shockwave.

Cars rattled.

Windows cracked.

Hopper grabbed Joyce’s arm to steady her.

“What the hell was that?”

Eleven whispered:

“They’re pushing back.”

Lucas’s eyes lit up.

“MAX?”

The Memory Army

Inside the mindscape-

Figures appeared around you.

Not real.

But echoes.

Memories.

Dustin yelling excitedly.

Robin waving wildly.

Steve holding his bat.

Lucas cheering.

And Eddie playing guitar like the apocalypse was a stage.

Max stared in awe.

“You summoned the party.”

You shrugged.

“Felt appropriate.”

Vecna snarled.

“You cannot hide behind illusions!”

He lunged forward-

But the memories surged toward him.

Light clashing against darkness.

Max grabbed your hand again.

“Okay that was awesome.”

“Thanks.”

Vecna roared as the storm around him shattered.

But he didn’t disappear.

Instead-

He smiled.

“You delay me.”

The mindscape trembled violently.

“But the gates are already open.”

Reality - The Warning

Eleven suddenly screamed.

Her eyes snapped open.

“NO!”

Everyone jumped.

“He’s still coming.”

She pointed toward the glowing cracks spreading through Hawkins.

“The gates are growing.”

Nancy’s face hardened.

“Then this isn’t the final fight.”

Robin groaned.

“Of course it isn’t.”

Escape from the Mind

Inside the mindscape-

The storm began collapsing.

Max grabbed your arm.

“Time to go!”

Vecna’s voice echoed one last time.

“The world will fall.”

The red lightning consumed everything.

Back in Hawkins

You and Max both gasped as you collapsed onto the pavement.

Lucas immediately pulled Max into a hug.

“YOU’RE OKAY.”

Max wheezed.

“Can’t breathe-hug later.”

Steve rushed over to you.

“You okay?”

Eddie appeared on your other side at the exact same moment.

“Sweetheart?”

You nodded.

“I’m okay.”

Eddie exhaled in relief.

Steve rubbed his face.

“Great.”

The Eddie suddenly remembered something.

“Oh-WAIT.”

He turned to you.

“Before the monster interruption earlier-”

Steve pointed.

“Do not start that again.”

Eddie ignored him.

He looked at you seriously.

“I was trying to say that I-”

A massive tremor shook the street.

Everyone stumbled.

The gates growing across Hawkins split wider.

From the darkness inside them-

Something enormous moved.

Robin whispered:

“…That can’t be good.”

Nancy raised her shotgun again.

“No.”

She looked toward the spreading cracks.

“It’s not.”

Because the war for Hawkins had only just begun.