OH MY GOD...MY SHAYLA.. 😭

have you underneath all of my beliefs ~ eva x fem!reader

summary: you find yourself on a wellness retreat, where you meet eva, the presumed leader of the female empowerment group. as the days pass, her interest in you grows, and she’s determined to uncover every secret you keep, no matter what it takes.

warnings: smut (with plot), soft dom!eva, sub!reader, dirty talk, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink, aftercare if you squint

an: the long awaited eva fic is finally here!!!! i had so much fun writing this one, and i hope yall enjoy :,) she could manipulate me ANY DAY. (lmk if anyone is interested in a part 2, i have some ideas hehe)

18+ minors dni!!!

2k+ words

You hadn’t expected to stay this long.

The first day was filled with polite smiles, herbal teas, and long moments of uncomfortable silence as women from all walks of life tried to untangle themselves from the grasp of their inner demons. You kept your distance while still participating, not wanting to share much about your haunted past.

But Eva noticed you.

At first, it was subtle. A glance from across the communal fire. A brush of her hand against yours when she passed you a blanket or a cup of tea. But each day, her presence grew stronger. She didn’t speak often in group sessions, only doing so to lead them, but when she did, the others listened. Everything seemed to revolve around her, everyone looking up to her for guidance.

You’d catch her watching you during morning breathwork. Her eyes followed the way your chest rose and fell, studying every twitch in your expression. During meals, she always found a way to sit near you, never directly across, never too obvious, but always near. When you shared, which was a rarity, she listened with an intensity that felt almost invasive. Like she could see every unspoken truth inside you, waiting for you to bare more of yourself to her.

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You returned to your room after the evening group fire, still feeling the weight of Eva’s gaze on you. She hadn’t said a word to you tonight, but she didn’t need to, she got her message across.

Your room was quiet when you stepped inside, the soft sounds of the woods humming outside your window. You moved to pull back your blanket, and that’s when you saw a folded piece of thick paper sat right in the middle of your pillow.

Your name was written on the front in soft, cursive handwriting. You picked it up and unfolded it with shaky fingers, reading the words over and over.

Come to the attic after dark. I want to talk. You’ve been holding something in. I want to help you let it out. -Eva

Your fingers stayed curled around the paper, gripping it tight, absentmindedly crinkling it a little.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, staring at the note, but you already knew it wasn’t up for debate, you had to face your fears this time.

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The house was dark, hushed in the way it only got after everyone had gone to bed. You moved carefully, bare feet brushing over the wood floors, trying not to make a sound.

The note was still tucked in your hand.

Upstairs, a light flickered from the attic doorway. You hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, then slowly made your way up. The steps creaked softly under your weight. When you reached the top, the door was already open.

Eva sat in a chair, legs crossed, one hand resting against her cheek, her other holding a mug that steamed gently. Her robe was loose, the floral pattern falling off one of her shoulders. She looked up at you as you stood in the doorway, uncertainty etched all over your face.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” she said softly, voice low. “But I hoped you would.”

You stepped inside, unsure whether or not to speak. The door shut behind you with a gentle click, and Eva set her mug down.

“You can sit,” she said, nodding toward the cushion across from her. “Or stand. Whichever feels more honest.”

You hesitated, then lowered yourself onto a cushion, heart beating a little too fast. The stained-glass window emanated colored light across the room, casting strange shapes on the wooden floor.

Eva smiled, watching you.

“I like when people come in nervous,” she said, her voice almost teasing. “It means there’s something worth digging into.”

You swallowed, fiddling with your fingers. “You said you wanted to talk.”

“I did,” she nodded. “But only if you’re ready.”

Her tone was warm, inviting you to slowly open up, but you remained silent as your eyes studied her.

“I’ve been watching you,” Eva continued, leaning forward just a little. “You keep your distance during the group sessions. You give just enough to look open, but you’re not. Not really.”

You shifted slightly under her gaze. “That’s not true.”

“No?” Her eyes lit up, like you’d said exactly what she wanted. “Then tell me something real.”

You hesitated, lips parting, but nothing came out.

Eva’s smile deepened at your silence this time. She uncrossed her legs and stood, walking toward you with slow, measured steps. She knelt in front of you, not quite touching yet, but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her body.

“I can feel it on you,” she whispered. “Whatever it is you’re hiding. It weighs heavy.”

You looked away, and her fingers brushed under your chin, coaxing your gaze back to her.

“I want it,” Eva murmured. “All of it. I want you to give it to me. And I want you to want to give it to me.”

There was something in the way she said it, perfectly persuasive. Her thumb stroked along your jaw, like she was trying to coax a confession out of you.

“I know how to hold secrets,” she said. “I know how to take pain and turn it into something beautiful. But I need you to trust me.”

You blinked, your voice coming out quieter than you meant. “Why me?”

Her eyes didn’t leave yours, flicking down to your lips before quickly returning to your stare.

“Because you haven’t let yourself open up yet,” she said simply. “And I want to be the one who does that for you.”

Her hand slipped lower, resting over your chest, pressing gently over your heart, feeling the steady beats under her palm.

“Can I?” she asked, voice a whisper now. “Will you let me?”

The room had gone still at her question, the only sounds were your breathing, and hers. A slow, steady rhythm, like she knew how this night would end long before you stepped through the door.

Eva’s hand still rested over your chest, her palm rising and falling with every breath you tried to keep steady. You were trembling slightly, her presence leaving a heavy weight in the air.

“I can feel how much you want to let go,” she said, voice soft but sure. “You’ve been holding it in for so long, haven’t you?”

Your eyes burned and you didn’t know why, but you nodded.

“Good girl,” Eva whispered. “That’s the first truth. Now let me take care of you.”

You didn’t answer as your body leaned into hers instinctively, and that was all the permission she needed.

Eva kissed you deep, one hand cradling the back of your neck, the other sliding down your side, tracing your curves. Her lips were warm and soft against yours as she kissed you like she was memorizing the way you taste, and the sounds you made.

Her hand slipped under your shirt, her fingers felt hot against your bare skin. She traced along your ribs, your stomach, until her touch reached the waistband of your pants. She paused there, pulling away momentarily, her eyes locked on yours

“I want you to let me in,” she whispered. “Don’t hold back with me.”

You gave her a small, shaky but eager nod. She smiled as her lips met yours again, the kiss deeper than the previous one. She eased her hand beneath the fabric, her touch featherlight, but deliberate. Eva pushed your panties aside before she stroked slowly along your wet folds, her fingers sliding through your slit with ease.

“You’re already trembling,” she murmured, her voice low and soft. “You’ve been needing this, haven’t you?”

You whimpered, biting your lip.

Eva moved her fingers in slow, careful circles against your clit. Her lips stayed close to yours, placing soft kisses over your mouth, your cheek, and your jaw as you spread your legs a bit wider, wordlessly inviting her to go further.

She pushed two fingers inside you, deep and slow. The stretch made you gasp, and she held still for a moment, letting you adjust to the feeling.

“Just like that,” she whispered. “You’re doing so well.”

She began to move her fingers, thrusting in and out of your heat, her thumb gliding against your clit in a steady rhythm. Your hips bucked up towards the touch, chasing the pressure as desperate moans fell from your lips.

“Stay with me,” Eva murmured, pushing your hip down with her free hand. “I want to feel you fall apart.”

Your muscles tightened, heat coiling deep inside you. Her thrusts sped up, but she didn’t rush you. She watched you slowly unravel, her voice anchoring you in quiet affirmations between kisses.

You’re safe. I’ve got you. Let it happen.

Your orgasm crashed over you without much warning, clenching down around her fingers as you threw your head back, a low but loud moan filling the quiet room. Eva held you through it, her fingers still moving just enough to help draw your climax out of you. You clung to her floral robe, your cheek against her shoulder, your body trembling in her lap.

But she didn’t stop.

Eva shifted you, gently laying you back against the cushions on the floor. She pressed soft kisses along your thighs, over your stomach, then met your gaze again as her fingers found your wet core once more.

“I know you can give me more,” she whispered. “But only if it feels good. Only if you want to.”

You were already nodding before you even realized, before your brain caught up to your body.

You didn’t have words anymore, just ache and need swirling low in your belly as she leaned over you. She gave you a quiet nod in return and leaned in, kissing your shoulder as her fingers pressed against your soaked cunt.

She easily slipped her two fingers inside of you again with a practiced curl that made your hips jerk. Your mouth opened in a sharp gasp.

“You can take it,” Eva whispered, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “You need this. Don’t fight it.”

Eva stroked your clit in a lazy, circular rhythm, never faltering. Your body tensed immediately, already so close it hurt. You grabbed at her wrist to ground yourself.

The pressure built fast, almost too fast. Your body was still overstimulated from the first orgasm, and every stroke of her fingers now felt overwhelming. Your thighs tried to close around her hand, and she used her free arm to gently pin one down.

“Shh,” Eva cooed, breath warm against your cheek. “It’s okay. Let it happen. I’ve got you.”

Her fingers curled inside you, pressing against your sensitive sweet spot with every thrust. Your muscles tensed as your breath started turning shallow and quick, tears welling up in your eyes from the pleasurable overstimulation.

Your body stiffened, back arching painfully as your mouth opened in a silent cry as your second orgasm tore through you. It was white hot and too much, crashing over you in thick waves, dragging every sound out of your throat.

Eva held you steady as you came undone again. Her fingers didn’t stop moving, not until your body started to twitch, thighs jerking from the intensity, breath coming in soft sobs.

“There you are,” she whispered. “That’s it. Give it to me. Just like that.”

Your legs trembled uncontrollably, your hands gripping her arms as the aftershocks hit you hard. Your body was soaked and shivering as she slowly pulled her fingers out of your spent heat.

Eva gathered you into her arms, pulling you into her lap. Her touch gentle and soothing. She pulled a soft blanket over your body and held you close, rocking you slightly.

You felt weightless and empty in the best way, like something you didn’t know you were carrying had finally slipped free.

Eva brushed your hair back from your damp forehead and kissed you softly.

“You did so well,” she whispered. “You let go. I’m so proud of you.”

A small content smile formed on your lips as you tucked your face into her neck. You weren’t sure where to go from here, but you knew you didn’t want to leave.

my masterlist

Chad in Scream

Like how did he live??

He's in my way😒

"he would not fucking say that" but about injuries. he would not fucking recover that quickly. those scars would not fucking heal like that. he would not be fucking able bodied after that. he would not be fully lucid after that.

hold on WHAT IS THIS stop the fucking train, hold the door, hold my beer, my phone, the gun This is art right here

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵?

𝓦𝓮𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 - 𝓶𝓮

𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓣𝓲𝓶 𝓑𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷'𝓼 "𝓦𝓮𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂" 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓭𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝔂 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓐𝓭𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓼 🥀

Reader counting and kissing each of vada’s freckles. Would she like it? :)

She would love that omg

It would be so cute, like you two sitting in bed because she just loves hugging you.

Then your eyes laid on her face, noticing the freckles lining her cheeks and nose, something you found so endearing about her.

So when she noticed your staring, she asked you if you didn't like her freckles or something (she's probably insecure about it, like Jenna was). But then you reassured her by just kissing each of them with such a gentle love.

UGHHH

Enid would match with Wednesday or Cairo

Awhh, how cute

I definitely see that

I see no difference

I need a drink 😞

Sore Legs

Cairo Sweet x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your legs are sore, and your girlfriend helps you in one way

Warnings: WLW Smut, oral (R receiving), fingering (R receiving), overstimulation, praise, slight spanking, orgasm denial, edging

College Au

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Today was just a typical day. Ate breakfast, workout, showered, went to your classes, homework, dinner and waiting for your girlfriend to finish writing. Since she likes to write alllll the time.

You were always needy, and even more since the two of you share the same dorm. She was on her side typing away on her computer as you laid on her bed on your phone and glancing every second to see if she was done or not.

After a few more minutes you huffed, turning off your phone and tossing it aside.“Cairoooooo…” You’d whine, and she’d turn to you with a raised brow.

“Yes my love?” She answered, her eyes narrowing at your cute ones.

God she loved those eyes

“My legs are sore…” You pouted, that little frown on your face was enough to make her stop for the day. She knew how sore you’d get, hell, you work out a lot. And just recently getting back into it made it worse.

Cairo smiled, shutting off her laptop and standing up as she glanced at you from the corner of her eye. “Maybe I can make them more sore.” She winked, smirking.

Your face heated up to a tomato color. And you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper, making Cairo’s smirk rise. “Mkay…just make sure to kiss them better after..” now that was a promise Cairo could never break.

She approached her bed, as you were setting on the edge of it. Cairo tilted your chin up to look down at you with her seductive brown eyes. “Be a good girl for me and lay back.” She asked softly, tracing your jaw as you then nodded and laid on your back.

It felt amazing to be called that. She usually never did call you that unless you obeyed.

Cairo crawled on top of you. She reached for your pants and unbuttoned them, pulling them down as she kept eye contact with you. Her slender hands pulled off your shorts, messing with the hem of your panties then down to your thighs.

“So pretty, such pretty things.” She grasped your thighs and put one hand under one of the thighs, pushing it towards you so your leg was raised. “Where does it hurt my dear?”

You whimper again, remembering the soreness. “Mainly my thighs,” you replied. Cairo nodded and started to rub them, sometimes squeezing them just a tad.

“How bad do you need me baby?” She asked sensually, her hands now spreading your legs.

“Real bad,” you whimpered. “I need you so bad Cairo..”

She hummed, her hand caressing your thighs. You watched as her left hand grabbed the hem of your underwear and pulled them down and off. Her fingers slipped through your folds, escalating a small moan from your pretty lips.

“Ya like that huh?” She rasped, her accent echoing in your ears. Her fingers moved to rub your clit, making 8’s on the bud.

You nodded and moaned, looking up at her as she leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. Cairo let her fingers travel down to your entrance, circling it and then pushing two fingers in. You gasped into the kiss and she pulled away to admire you.

“Look at me pretty girl, I wanna see those pretty orbs.” She gripped your chin with her free hand to make you look up at her. “There they are.”

Your body shuddered when she sped up her thrusts, making you moan more. “Moan for me, wanna hear you.” You obliged, moaning her name and even whimpering.

“Cairo..oh fuck..”

She slapped your thigh gently. “Don’t cum until I say so. Ya hear?” You nodded, moaning.

“Fuck, there’s my good girl.”

Her fingers curled into that spot that made you see stars. She spanked your thigh again, a bit harder and made your eyes flicker open again. You were so close, just a bit more and you’d be trembling below her.

Cairo removed her fingers from your soaked cunt, licking them as she watched you whine. “Don’t worry darling, I want to taste you first before you cum all over my tongue.” She giggled as your flustered face when it turned redder.

She lowered herself between your thighs, spreading them a little more to have room. Cairo gripped your thighs as she took in the smell of your delicious pussy before taking a lick through your folds. Escalating a moan from you.

“Mm..taste so fuckin’ good, princess.” She dug her tongue further through your pussy lips, sometimes swirling her tongue around your sensitive bud. She grinned each time your body jolted in pleasure, your hands trailing to grab both sides of her head.

Cairo slipped her tongue inside you, making you gasp and realize how close you were again. “Baby, please..I’m so close..” you whimper.

“A little more baby, I haven’t had my fair share.” She husked and started to eat you out like a starving animal. Her thumb moved to rub your clit, adding another coat of sensation.

“Love please I..” you were cut off by a loud moan when she pushed two fingers back in you. She thrusted them faster in you, edging you to that point you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Cum for me. Baby I wanna hear you, want you to cum all over my face that you call pretty.” That was your cue, you came as your legs shook. Cairo kissed your thigh as she slowed down her thrusts.

Soon you relaxed from your high and Cairo pressed more kisses along both of yours thighs, like she promised.

“So pretty…” she murmured against the soft skin. Your hands rubbed her head, thanking her for this beautiful orgasm.

“Get some rest baby, I’ll take care of you in the morning.” She moved up to kiss you softly, having you taste yourself on her tongue. Her fingers grazed your thighs. “They even more sore?”

“Yeah..a little.” You chuckle.

They were indeed very sore

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Kinda rushed but more Cairo smut 🤪