#you don't come into my house and complain like that without having me reach for my sandal LOL

[eggyrocks]

bruised bonus -> seven years back

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Her phone buzzes, and she groans.

Iwaizumi sits crossed-legged on the floor of his bedroom, homework spread out in front of him. She is lying upside down on his bed, head hanging over the edge, tips of her hair touching his bedroom floor. "He won't stop fucking texting me," she complains, holding the small black phone above her head, scowling at the screen.

"Yeah," says Iwaizumi, his attention split between her and his trigonometry. "Well he is your boyfriend, so makes sense."

This does nothing but illicit a further groan from her. "Dating is so embarrassing," she mumbles, thumbs pressing down against the keys of her phone rapidly. "I wish he'd just break up with me already."

Inexplicably, Iwaizumi feels nauseous. "Why don't you just break up with him instead?"

"Spite," she replies, and then the small phone slips between her fingers and plummets down to smack her directly in the face. "Oh fuck!"

"You're gonna break your face if you're not careful," Iwaizumi warns, trying to sound concerned, but it comes off as disingenuous when his words are accompanied by light laughter.

She rubs the middle of her forehead with the palm of her hand. "My face is already broken, dick."

That's true. Iwaizumi has gotten used to the plethora of bruises and cuts and scabs and twisted bones and cartilage. It's almost hard to picture her without them. He can't recall her face unscathed. When he tries to remember it, he pictures a much younger version of her, grinning brightly to reveal a missing tooth and slipping bug's down Oikawa's shirt.

There's a buzz in his pocket, and Iwaizumi fishes out his own phone, sliding it open to see a new message from Kyotani: are you with my gf rn? He rolls his eyes. Iwaizumi hates when he calls her that. "Now your stupid boyfriend is texting me."

She gives him a light hum in response. "Yeah, we're arguing over you."

Iwaizumi flinches. "Why the hell are you arguing over me?" he questions, and his heart thumps erratically. He deletes the message and slides his phone back into his pocket. "Keep me out of your dumb relationship."

"Don't feel too special, we argue over everything," she grumbles, arms going limp on either side of her head. Her eyes trace over the spread of assignments he has on the floor. Iwaizumi hasn't made any real progress in the last thirty or so minutes, he keeps getting distracted. "Hey, can I copy that when you're done?"

Iwaizumi twists a chunk of eraser off the end of his pencil and flicks it towards her face. It bounces off her nose. "No, do your own homework for once."

She opens her mouth to respond, but is cut off by a knock on the door. Iwaizumi's mother doesn't wait for a response before she's pushing it open. The knock is always more of a courtesy than anything.

His mother is a small, compact woman who is able to command an entire room with a slight narrowing of her eyes. Iwaizumi blames her genetics for the reason he can't break one-eighty centimeters. He also blames her for his slight temperament issues.

She catches sight of the familiar form that's always somewhere in her house (holed up in Iwaizumi's room, sprawled out in the living room, eating from their fridge) and sighs. "What are you still doing here? It's late."

She just grins in response. "Yeah, but you guys just like me so much better here."

Iwaizumi's mother gives her son a look. He knows what it means, and in response, he just gives her a loose shrug. She rolls her eyes at him, and steps towards her perpetual house guest.

She reaches down and cups her face by the chin, using her fingers to squeeze her cheeks together. "I don't know why you have to ruin your pretty face with such a violent sport," she remarks, taking note of a particularly nasty bruise that makes her left eye harder to keep open. "When's your next match?"

"Next Saturday," she replies, words coming out muffled between her bunched up cheeks.

Iwaizumi's mother nods, and releases her face, lightly tapping the side of her cheek before she steps away. "Come over before, and I'll braid your hair for you," she instructs and as she's halfway out the door, says, "Be gone by midnight."

The door closes behind her. Iwaizumi scoffs, and returns his attention back to his incomplete homework. "She loves you way too much."

She flips over onto her stomach and crosses her arms beneath her. "Whatever. I'm glad someone does," she says, laying her cheek flat on her arm, watching him pretend to study.

Iwaizumi loves her. He's always loved her. He hasn't said it as much lately, but it hasn't changed. The new presence of Kyotani in her life has changed a few things, though, just a bit.

Iwaizumi has yet to voice just how much he hates this.

"Hey Haji," she says, and he looks up at her. "You'll come next Saturday, right?"

He nods. "Of course. I said I would, didn't I?"

"Just checking," she replies. "It's better for me, y'know. When you're around."

Iwaizumi doesn't say anything to this. He just shakes his head, trying to ignore the heat rising up his neck, and buries his face in his work.

an: im so nostalgia pilled you can ripped haikyuu being set in the early 2010s from my cold dead hands ok yn was texting on a BLACKBERRY and iwaizumi had one of those little fuckers that would slide up and then also slide to the side whatever the fuck they were called ok fuck iphones !!!!!

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[lale-txt]

Good luck with your challenge, I stopped commenting because I never got a reply back which sucksss 😭🥱

in all honesty, writers don't owe you a reply.

and i get where you're coming from; it is nice to get a reply to a comment you left! but expecting one back feels a bit entitled, doesn't it? you already got a fic FOR FREE. you leave a comment to thank them for this gift. and then you expect them to thank you in return?

i don't mean to sound ungrateful because i can promise you, it's not like us writers are getting swamped with comments LOL. i have many writer friends and no matter for how many years we've all been actively writing, a single comment will still make our day. no matter how small that comment is! just a simple "hey, i loved reading this" or "it's 4am and i'm reading this instead of sleeping" or a silly keysmash shows us that someone out there really enjoyed what we wrote.

idk but hearing you say you stopped commenting simply because you never get a reply back left a really bitter taste in my mouth. maybe the person behind the fic is out of spoons, maybe they simply forgot to reply, maybe they're keeping your comment in their inbox and stare at it lovingly because it gives them fuel for the entire week. the reasons for it are endless. not getting a reply to your comment doesn't mean the writer is ungrateful. it's just a really shitty thing of you to say.

i'm gonna keep commenting on my fav fics because it makes me happy that i get to show my gratitude. it's a little kindness that doesn't hurt anyone and honestly the energy you spent on sending this ask could have been used to do the very same, but oh well.

[joelscruff]

beyond infatuation (joel/f!reader/tommy) 18+

(this is such silly and self indulgent gif usage but also it's funny to imagine that this is how joel asked to start this arrangement in the first place lmao)

summary: joel & tommy have an arrangement where they share you, no strings attached. (no jealousy in this fic, nothin' but love) rating: 18+ explicit (minors don't interact) warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, cucking (i guess??), praise kink word count: 1.2k

You stay the night at Tommy's without meaning to. You'd had a long day helping out at the farm and it doesn't help that both Tommy and Joel have kept you awake for long hours this week. Not that you're necessarily complaining.

You'd shuffled into Tommy's house with a sleepy expression, body already loose and ready to climb into bed. He'd taken one look at you and dashed over to pick you up, carried you bridal style into his bedroom and laid you down.

"Do you need anythin', sweetheart?" he'd asked softly, carefully undressing you as you closed your eyes and melted into his sheets.

There was a reason you'd gone specifically to Tommy's and not to your own house; part of you still wanted something before you drifted off, something only Tommy and Joel know how to give you. Seeing those big eyes looking up at you with sheer desire but no expectation... you couldn't help yourself. You'd nodded slowly as Tommy had removed your jeans, pointed to your crotch. He'd understood immediately.

A few moments later his nose was buried in your dripping heat, tongue plunging in and out of you at the perfect speed as you moaned into his quiet bedroom and let yourself just feel him. It didn't take long for you to reach your climax, writhing and shaking against his mouth while he swallowed you down and gripped your hips tightly.

"Goodnight, sweet girl," he'd murmured as you felt yourself fall into sleep, vaguely aware of him scooching in beside you on the bed and spooning you from behind.

Now it's morning and you're laying languidly in Tommy's bed, still naked and reveling in the fact that you finally have a day off. You turn in bed and find that Tommy has already left for the day, though he left you a sweet little note telling you he'll miss you but that Joel will be stopping by during his lunch break. You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to the paper; you love your romantic boys.

You busy yourself in Tommy's kitchen, not bothering to put on any clothes or get ready to head home. If Tommy told Joel you're here, there's no need to leave. Like clockwork there's a knock at the door around noon; the special knock - Joel.

"Come in," you call from the kitchen, seated at the table munching on the sandwich you'd made.

Joel enters with a soft expression, not even surprised to see you sitting in Tommy's kitchen completely naked. You smile up at him sweetly, taking one more bite of your lunch before putting your arms up in expectance. Joel understands without any words being said, picking you up just like Tommy had last night and carrying you back to the bedroom.

"Tommy said you worked hard yesterday," he murmurs to you as he lays you down on the bed, "Said he gave you a little reward before you went to sleep."

You nod, "He did."

"It's my turn now, darlin', got about half an hour before I gotta head back," Joel replies, fingers tracing over your naked body with abandon, "What do you want? I'll give you anything you ask."

You don't know what you did to deserve two men who will do absolutely anything for you, be whoever you need them to be. You bite down on your lip and stretch your arms and legs out on the bed, loving the way Joel ogles you from above.

"Fuck me, please," you say softly, "Deep."

There's no hesitation or misunderstanding in Joel's actions; he knows exactly what you mean, knows exactly how to please you. He's already rock hard when he pulls his cock out of his pants, not bothering to undress; he knows you like it when you're naked and they stay clothed, especially for quick moments like this. He wastes no time in pushing his cock inside your wet pussy, already stretched out and ready for him from the amount of times you've been fucked by both of them this week.

"Hold on to me, babygirl," he whispers, then pounds you the way he knows you like as your nails dig into his shirt, stained with dirt and smelling like wood shavings from working in construction all day. You love how they both have such different feels, different scents. You love how their cocks feel different, love how they fuck you in their own ways but always in the exact way you need them to.

"Joel," you whine in his ear, "Joel."

You both hear the special knock again from the other room; Tommy must have also wanted to stop by for his lunch break. Joel doesn't stop or slow down, just calls out, "Bedroom," and continues to fuck you good and hard.

Arms wrapped around Joel as he pounds you deep, you look up with hooded lids to see Tommy leaning against the doorframe, watching. He smiles at you when he sees you looking, crosses his arms and assesses the way Joel fucks you into the mattress, his mattress.

Anyone else would probably be jealous, shocked, might get angry or leave. But Tommy and Joel are the ones who came up with this arrangement in the first place; there's no jealousy or anger here, only your pleasure. That's all that matters to them.

"Yeah, that's right, give it to her," Tommy murmurs under his breath, barely loud enough to hear over the springs of the bed squeaking with Joel's thrusts, "Nice and deep, the way she likes."

"You know I am," Joel grunts, then pulls his face back to look down at you, "Aren't I, darlin'? I'm fuckin' you so good, huh?"

"Yes," you manage to squeak out, brows furrowing together as you feel your release building in your stomach, "So good, Joel."

It only takes a few more thrusts before you're shaking beneath him from your orgasm, moaning out his name and shutting your eyes tight. You know Tommy is still watching, can feel his eyes on you as Joel pounds into you one final time before emptying himself inside you, filling you with come.

"Fuck," you whimper, collapsing beneath Joel onto Tommy's bed and feeling your eyes roll back when he pulls his cock out.

"Look at that," Joel says softly, more to Tommy than to you, "You seein' what I'm seein'?"

"Jesus," Tommy mutters, and you open your eyes enough to see them both staring at your fucked-out hole, watching Joel's come dribble downward into the sheets, "Filled her up real good."

You lay there catching your breath while both Tommy and Joel spring into action for your aftercare, Joel slipping into bed beside you to hold you close and whisper praises in your ear while Tommy wets a washcloth and returns to wipe you down, pressing kisses to your tummy and thighs. You've never felt as loved as you do after they're done with you, the way they both make sure you're well taken care of and satisfied.

"We gotta head out now," Joel murmurs against your hair, "You go back to sleep and enjoy your day off, okay?"

"Okay," you breathe, eyes closed as you start to drift off again, "Love you. Both of you."

"We love you too, angel," Tommy says from somewhere to your left, reaching down to stroke your cheek gently, "We'll see you again tonight."

You feel Joel kiss the back of your neck just as Tommy leans down and kisses your forehead. Heaven. You're in heaven.

[solarisfortuneia]

✦ info: moments where they come to your rescue. kinda.

✦ featuring: kaeya, wanderer.

✦ warnings: spiders, injuries.

✦ notes: posting (or reposting, in this case) all the works i can with kaeya in them before the ebg <3

kaeya.

a loud scream pierces through the quiet air, and he startles, knocking over a bottle of ink with his elbow. dark liquid slowly spreads over oak and fortunately blank paper; but he pays it no mind; all he can feel is familiar anxiety wrapping ugly tendrils around his lungs.

his feet almost fly across the floor in his effort to find you as quickly as he can. he flings open the kitchen door with a bang, out of breath from worry, not exertion, calling your name.

“what happened?” he takes long strides towards you, finding you huddled up in a corner. his hands gently grip your face and he searches your panicked eyes for hints of what may have scared you.

you point to the far side of the room, eyes wide. “there’s a spider!”

“what?” he asks, unsure of what he just heard from your lips.

“spider! over there!” you frantically wave your arms in that direction. he follows your movement, and sees a tiny house spider on the wall, unassuming and unintimidating.

the tendrils vanish, and kaeya throws his head back in laughter. “you yelled that loudly over a tiny, tiny spider?”

you make a face at him, offended by him laughing. "i don't like them, okay?"

"i don't like grape juice, but you don't see me screaming about it, my love." he coos at your expression, pinching your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"you rant enough about it, though." you swat at his hands. "just get rid of it without killing it, please?"

"oh? but i think we should let our little friend stay a while. perhaps we could give them a name?" an eye of moonshine sparkles with mirth. "i wonder what would fit this itsy-bitsy spider?"

"kaeya alberich, i swear to archons above—"

he holds his hands up in surrender. "alright, alright. can't have my sweetheart be mad at me, now, can i?"

he swiftly entraps it in a glass and slowly shoos it outside. "there. it's gone now." he turns to you with a mischievous grin.

(good luck, you're never living this down.)

wanderer.

"tch," he grumbles. "when will you stop being so clumsy?"

"i'm not clumsy, the ground was just uneven," you say, sitting down on a nearby rock. "besides, scrapes and bruises are a standard part of commissions." you rummage through your bag for antiseptic solution and some bandages.

"you can't even do a simple commission without getting hurt; at this rate i'll have to accompany you on all of them." he shoves your hands away gently, a contrast to his tone. "i'll do it," his hands make quick work of bandaging your wound, ever-so-carefully.

and after he's done, he softly pats your bandaged knee as if to soothe it. and as you stand up, his gaze never leaves your form, as if to make sure you'd be okay with walking on your own.

you bend down to retrieve your items, but he beats you to it.

you call his name. "hey, i can hold my own bag." you reach for it, trying to pull it out of his hands. "it's not fair if you hold everything, let me carry something too."

"you want to hold something?" he looks in your direction. "fine, hold this." he slips his hand into yours, hoisting your bag on the other. almost as if it was an afterthought, he adds, "so you don't fall again."

"sure," you agree. "so i don't fall again. but i still feel bad about you carrying every—" you're cut off by him plopping his hat on your head.

"there, you have something else. don't complain." a slight red dusts his cheeks, and he looks ahead, resuming your journey back home.

"okay," you say, acquiescing.

he's so cute.

[devilishchaos]

Wildin', on a boat on an island | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N and Rúben go on vacation..again.

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal penetration (don't do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby", "babe", "princesa"

AN: manifesting this photos energy <3 enjoy x

Word Count: 5 871 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you analyzed the shirtless brunette standing in front of you, your arms were crossed firmly across your chest. His eyebrows were raised as he awaited your answer, his back pressed against the kitchen island. 

“You are suggesting we don’t sleep together for the vacation..why?” you questioned, waiting for a decent explanation. 

“Because..my parents room is literally 30 centimeters from ours.” he explained quickly as he shrugged his shoulders with ease “AND I didn’t say that we can’t sleep in the same room! Just no funny business while in it..”

For more context, Rúben had asked you to accompany him on a little trip, on this beautiful boat on his family vacation. And has decided that now - an hour till you guys go on the boat  - is the perfect time to let you know he didn’t want to have sex with you. 

“It’s not like that has stopped you before?!?” you questioned him, with some suspicion still. 

“Babe..in the house is different. It’s a big house. Practically no one can hear us.” he answered with obviousness, it was a simple but logical answer “Listen, I’m going to go upstairs to bring your luggage down and put it in the car, while you cool off a bit, yeah?” 

You already knew it was probably one of the worst ideas he'd ever had and considering it's impulsive, spontaneous Rúben we're talking about..it was indeed terrible. 

"No." you replied simply, with no further explanation or motives as to why. 

Rúben looked actually taken aback by your answer, not being used to getting a ‘no’, not even from you. Though, he knew the only reason you'd said ‘no’ was to contradict him, and you, having no apparent reason to refuse, was an open invitation for Rúben to keep insisting. 

“Come on, it'll only be three days out.” Rúben insisted, using the nicest voice he could “Out there in the nice sea, with perfect weather, with food, drinks and a nice AC system... yeah? Plus - the boat has a double jacuzzi! Yeah?” he questioned you with a raised eyebrow, and at that, you shut your mouth. 

“I-”

“Uh huh, exactly.” 

“I can live without it!” 

“Oh, come on Y/N..” Rúben sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a few seconds, as if recharging his patience before adding “I'll give you whatever you want, whatever it is, I'll get it for you..after those three days. The only condition is - no sex on the boat."

That really got you thinking. 

“I can’t believe you. You sound really confident in yourself right now! Why do you think it is going to be me that is going to initiate something with you first? But you’re lucky that I love João, Bernardete and Ivan and would love to spend time with them. Have a great day Mr. Dias.” and with that you went inside the house to get your luggage because you are an independent young lady, who is not going to let things play out like her boyfriend wants to. 

*

In no time at all, the five of you were out. Rúben told you it would take a couple of hours to reach the perfect spot and if everything went well the fun on the boat could start in the early hours of the next day. 

It didn't seem like a bad plan, so you saw no reason to complain, it seemed fair. And if it wasn't so many days together you could easily ignore him. 

Rúben had kept his word about the ship's commodities, there were all kinds of snacks, drinks, and he had brought other kinds of substances. It was actually very comfortable and a part of you was glad you'd accepted to join them. But you still weren’t able to relax knowing your man didn’t wanna sleep with you. 

To say you were pissed at him was an understatement, but you were at that point of anger where you didn't even bother to show it, you immediately resorted to ignoring Rúben, which was very hard to do considering the fact that he was walking basically naked around you, only wearing his stupid short shorts that you wanted to rip off of him so bad. 

You had had your doubts about it at first, but now you were more than grateful that you had packed your swimsuits. Since you were giving Rúben the cold shoulder, you would have to find another way to entertain yourself; and being that you were in the sea and the weather is so nice, the most logical and comfortable thing to do would be to lie down on your towel, put on your sunglasses on and at least get a good tan out of it. 

Rúben, on the other hand, was annoyed with himself. He knew it was among the possibilities that you would get mad at him and do just what you are doing now, which is ignoring him completely. 

He hadn't seen you since last night, when you two had an argument during dinner about sleeping in separate rooms, which you insisted on. Since he didn’t wanna have sex with you - you didn’t want to tempt him..yet. 

Rúben felt his heart almost leap out of his chest as soon as he saw you come out of the booth, in your red swimsuit, the one that accentuated every curve of your body. You'd worn it around him before, and the last time you did, he fucked you in the pool. 

You seemed not to have seen him, or if you had, then you did a very good job of pretending he wasn't there. Once you knew you were within his range of view and he could see you perfectly well, you bent over to lay your towel on the floor of the boat, feeling the fabric of your bathing suit slide slightly over your butt. It wasn't much, but just enough. 

Rúben’s jaw tightened so bad he feared his teeth would crack, to keep from letting out a groan at the sight, he closed his eyes shut and gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white; focusing on what Ivan was telling him, trying to get the image of you, bent over a few feet in front of him in nothing but your bathing suit, out of his mind. 

Rúben knew you were doing it on purpose, you knew how much he liked that bathing suit on you. But today? Right now? You were playing very dirty games with his head. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take his eyes off you. The way your skin glowed under the sun, how well your swimsuit fit and the fact that you were doing this to provoke him, caused his shorts to feel too tight all of a sudden. 

Rúben didn't even know what to do with himself, so he decided to go take a cold bath; he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of messing with his head like that. 

He excused himself and exited the small cabin, leaving Ivan, and you lifted your head to see him walk away. Rúben looked a little uncomfortable and you noticed how he slightly tugged the front of his shorts as he walked. 

"What, do I make you nervous, Rúbes?" you teased in a loud voice, causing him to turn around and flip you off. Without saying anything else, Rúben entered another door and slammed it shut. 

And with that, a little victory smile appeared on your lips. 

*

Eventually, tanning got boring. You looked down at your own body and lifted the edge of your swimsuit slightly, the tan lines were just the way you liked them, on point. Full of satisfaction, you gathered your things and decided to go back inside, maybe to take a bath and eat something. 

You entered quietly, not wanting to attract anybody's attention. You walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Just as you grabbed the bathroom doorknob to open it - the door opened. Out of the bathroom came Rúben, with nothing but a towel tied around his hips. You stopped dead in your tracks in the hallway at the sight, which you couldn't deny was very good. The towel was wrapped around Rúben’s hips so low that his prominent V-line was visible to a rather dangerous point, one you didn't want to let your eyes get to. 

He was shirtless obviously, so you had a perfect view of his defined torso and muscular arms, some water droplets still rolled down his body, making a path from his chest, down his abdomen and getting lost under his towel. 

His hair was still wet, framing his face perfectly. His dark eyes were fixed on you, and you realized, too late already, there was a little smile on his lips, prompted by the way you were eyefucking him. 

“What, do I make you nervous, princesa?” Rúben questioned you, using the same condescending tone and smirk you had earlier, as he took a step closer to you. 

You genuinely felt your knees weaken at his voice and the way he looked, but you were too proud to let him know that, so you simply shrugged. 

“Come closer and maybe I'll tell you.” you teased with a low tone, letting your eyes travel down his body. 

Rúben’s smirk only grew and you thought that finally you two were on the same page, thinking about the same thing, and more importantly, that it would happen. He took a confident step towards you, so this way he was towering over you, his chest barely inches away from yours, his lips basically hovering over yours. 

You placed both hands on his body, letting them travel from his abs all the way to his chest, causing him to bite his lip at the feeling. Rúben leant down even more, his lips grazing with yours, breaths mixing and skin touching. 

And then.. 

You pushed him out of the way and locked yourself in the bathroom. By doing that, provoking Rúben in that way and then putting a door between the two of you - you had started a silent game, in which you were provoking each other in an obvious way, waiting to see who is going to give in first. And you were determined it is not going to be you. 

After hours of playing tease, any slight contact or brush from Rúben’s skin against yours had you biting your lip to silence a sound and any look you gave Rúben with your bedroom eyes had him on the verge of jumping your bones. 

The staring game got a little too heavy for Rúben, so he stood up from the booth and walked to the kitchen, pulling out a cold bottle of water to refresh himself. You knew you couldn't let him get away with it, at least not without trying, so you stood up and walked to the kitchen as well, if he asked, then being dinner time would be a perfect excuse. 

Rúben heard you walk into the kitchen, but paid no mind, deciding to focus solely on his water, placing a hand on the kitchen island and letting his head hang low. Funny enough, the drawer where pans are kept is right where Rúben is, by his left hand, and sure as hell you wouldn't ask anything from him. Which left you with only one choice. 

You walked to where he stood, which he noticed as he turned his head sideways to look at you, and right when he took a step back, you found the perfect opportunity to slip right between him and the kitchen island, your body grinding on him, in all the right places. 

The sound of Rúben’s breathing picking up gave you a sense of victory, as you remained in front of him and bent slightly to take out the pan you needed, only to walk away right when you felt him harden behind you and the ghost of his hand over your hip. 

He really thought he had you. Again. 

Your smile of victory didn't disappear, not even when the stove wouldn't turn on and you had to resort to chopping fruit and hoping that was enough to rid your hunger. Now is when Rúben found the perfect opportunity to tease you back, seeing as you were completely distracted while cutting fruit. He slowly walked back into the kitchen, making sure you couldn't hear him. You were completely clueless to his presence, even when he stood right behind you. 

However, as soon as Rúben took another step closer, you did become aware of his presence. Very. 

“Oh, don't mind me.” he mumbled in your ear. 

“Rúben, what are you doing?” you asked, pretending to be completely unbothered, while the reality is that you're screaming on the inside. His chest was pressed to your back, one of his hands had found its way to your hips, and his breath tingled in your ear. 

And right there was when he reached out to grab a glass, which was on the cabinet above your head. The reality is that he didn't have to stretch to reach the glass, it was just a matter of raising his arm. But where was the fun in that? 

As he stretched, his body pressed even closer against yours, you could feel him hard against you, his breath now in your ear. And in an attempt to avoid his lips, you bent over, a move that only served in Rúben’s favor, causing you to bite your lip in an attempt to silence the moan that would come from your lips. 

You both were thinking the same thing. Of just how easy it would be for him to take you right there and then. 

But you wouldn't give up just yet, no sir, you still had one ace up your sleeve. Which is why you picked up your fruit tray and slid out from the right space between the bar and Rúben’s body. 

* 

Normally, you wouldn't care if Rúben decided to just watch you eat instead of eating something himself, but right now it had you on edge. 

You and his mother were sitting on the couch in the booth, while Rúben and Ivan were sitting opposite of you, their dad fishing on the other end of the boat. Rúben was sitting on the seat in front of you, his legs spread slightly, his hands on his thighs and his eyes fixed on you. He was basically manspreading, occasionally lifting his hips from the chair to ‘get comfortable’, but you weren't stupid. 

“Are you done flexing your muscles?” you asked him boredly, raising an eyebrow at him. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed again as you stood up, his eyes followed your hand closely, especially when you drove your fingers to your lips and sucked the remaining fruit juice off them. The sight almost made him roll his eyes, but not in annoyance. 

“I'm going to the jacuzzi.” you announced, letting your eyes travel over him. “You continue doing that.” 

Even though it had not been an open or direct invitation, you knew Rúben had understood the innuendo. 

You hurried to the jacuzzi, taking off your clothes as the water heated up, you poured the bubble soap while letting your hair down, knowing that Rúben wouldn't be long in coming, although he wasn't hot on your heels to disguise how desperate he was, you knew he was coming for you. 

As you stared at the steaming, bubbly water, a wicked idea found its way to your mind. 

Meanwhile, Rúben paced back and forth in the hallway, running his hands through his hair repeatedly, especially when he stopped and had that urge to open the bathroom door where he knew you were. 

You're just a door away and what's holding him back is his pride. Knowing that if he opens that door, he's admitting his need for you. Proving that chasing after you is more important than his pride. 

He cursed himself for what felt the longest time before giving in and opening the bathroom door. The first thing he saw was steam. Lots of it. It made him squint his eyes while they trailed over the place in search of you. 

His eyes fell on the jacuzzi, it was filled with small bubbles, the room smelt like you, white musk scent surrounding you. And there you were, your back pressed against the side of the jacuzzi, arms spread over the edge, the bubbly water covering your body, stopping right below your collarbones, just atop of your chest. 

His mind automatically went places, but Rúben kept his thoughts at bay as he took off his shirt without a word. You did nothing but stare at him, your eyes following his every move, from the way he gripped the edge of his shirt, to the way he slid it off his body and his torso came into view. 

Rafe took a step closer, but he felt something soft under his foot, so he looked down. And what did he find?

Your swimsuit. 

At first he didn't process entirely what it meant, but then his eyes widened. 

You were naked. 

In the jacuzzi that's just a couple of steps away from him. 

And he was just..standing there like an idiot? Rúben was embarrassed of himself. 

A soft giggle escaped your lips when you noticed how flustered Rúben suddenly got, he actually struggled while taking off his shorts and if you hadn't been so amused by the view, you would have offered to help. 

Eventually he stopped fumbling with its ties and right when he pulled it down his hips, you looked away. Your tongue glided over your teeth as you felt the temptation to look, but you were stronger than that. 

“Enjoying the jacuzzi you said you could live without?” Rúben asked in a calm tone as he got in it, sitting by your right side. 

“Very much.” you assured, running your hand through the water, moving the bubbles slightly, you really had no intention other than to distract yourself from how nervous you were, still, Rúben tried to see through the bubbles. 

He couldn't handle himself anymore, he had denied himself of you for so long that he wanted you now. Told himself he was crazy. But now that he has you in front of him - he will do anything to have you. 

And an idea popped up in his mind. He knew this would be pathetic, lame even, but it would work. 

As you both did nothing but enjoy the hot tub and tried to ignore each other's bodies, Rúben discreetly slid his hand to the side control panel of the hot tub. Although he would never admit it, he spends so much time in the hot tub that he learned the controls by heart. So he knew exactly which buttons to push to disable two of the hot tub jets, the ones on your side, for that matter. 

Your state of relaxation was interrupted as soon as you stopped feeling the hot water flowing on your side of the jacuzzi, the vibrations had stopped and you no longer felt the soft massages on your skin. 

You raised your head and opened your eyes, noticing that indeed, the water stopped on your side. “What the..”

“What's wrong?” Rúben asked, his eyes closed as he did his best to hide a little smirk. 

“The water just..stopped?” you replied in confusion, not understanding why he was so calm. 

“Oh, that's bad. My side is just fine.” he replied simply, opening his eyes. 

You rolled your eyes at his disinterested tone. You couldn't believe that you had actually gone out of your way to plan all this and he couldn't even stop getting on your nerves for a second. 

Utterly done with his bullshit, you slowly moved to the little steps that led out of the hot tub, the last thing you wanted was to slip and embarrass yourself. 

However, before you could even reach them, you felt long fingers wrapping around your wrist, his skin was soft and warm due to the hot bubbly water. You turned to look at him, doing your best to keep your eyes focused on his. 

“Come closer.” his voice was calm, his fingers softly tugged your wrist; as if wanting to pull you closer but not quite to make you uncomfortable. 

You complied to his request and walked slowly to where he sat, the bubbles doing all the work and covering your body from his. You kept getting closer, Rúben slowly opened his legs, so you could stand between them. 

The feeling of the skin of his thighs against yours was your cue to stop, knowing that if you took one step closer, you'd feel him against you. 

His eyes bore on yours. The hazel color of his eyes was darkened by the lust running through his body, his pupils were dilated, his lips plump and red. He was one hell of a handsome man. 

Your faces were inches away from each other, but neither of you would yield to the temptation. 

You bit your lip slightly as soon as you felt Rúben’s large hands resting on your hips, the grip was firm, showing he wasn't hesitating. 

Testing the waters, you took a step closer and he let you, the grip on your hips becoming firmer and more secure, you could even say you felt him pulling you into his body slightly. 

Keeping eye contact, Rúben’s hand began to slide lightly, brushing your hip with his fingertips. His hand moved down to your thigh, where he caressed your thigh with his fingertips, drawing imaginary circles, which moved closer and closer to the center of your legs. 

Knowing exactly what he was doing, you felt fire in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him. And you wanted him now. But you also didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Maybe after all you were as stubborn as he claimed you were. 

You motioned to move your leg, and immediately, Rúben took a hold of your thigh, stopping you. A smirk appeared on your lips. Without saying anything, you yielded to his touch and moved even closer, putting your leg over his thigh and quickly bringing the other leg up as well, straddling him. 

The direct contact of your skin with Rúben’s, your core brushing against his dick..made him let out an agitated sigh right in your ear. 

And you would have teased him about it, but the truth is that the contact of his hard dick against your body almost made you moan. He was right under you, all it took was for you to raise slightly and for him to align himself. 

Ignoring how much you wanted to grind on him, you put your arms around his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck in the process, moving even closer, your chest pressed against his and your chin resting on his shoulder, wanting to enjoy the warm water a while longer before the inevitable happened. 

Rúben’s arms wrapped around your body, your breasts pressed against his chest, your pussy brushing just the right places on his dick. If this is the game you wanted to play, then Rúben would be just as good at it. 

He lifted his hips slightly and at that you couldn't help but let out a gasp, which you prayed he hadn't heard, but he did and it only fed his ego. 

As his fingertips caressed your spine, Rúben moved your hair from your shoulders to get better access and brought his lips to your neck. He started with innocent kisses, little brushes of his lips against your skin, while his fingertips caressed your skin. 

However, he was determined to break you. He brought his lips to the small spot below your ear, where he sucked, receiving an audible moan from you. One of his hands had slid down your back until it ended at your left asscheek, which he squeezed and used to push your body against his, causing you to grind on him. 

“Fuck..” you mumbled, throwing your head back out of mere instinct. 

He had so many dirty comments to make, but he decided to concentrate on you. Since you had thrown your head back, he had more access to your neck. He brought his lips to your skin again, starting to leave little bites and kisses all over, while one of his hands traveled to your breasts, his fingers taking one of your nipples and giving it a twist. 

At this you squirmed slightly on top of him, your hips moving against his, rubbing his dick in such a perfect way that it made him growl against your skin. 

“You like that, meu amor?” he murmured against your skin, voice husky “Want me to do it again?” 

“Yes.” you mumbled breathlessly. 

His fingers moved deftly between your legs, as you grasped his jaw and moved his head to the side, so that you could have access to his neck and an efficient way to quiet the sounds he would elicit from you. 

His index finger slipped between your folds, while his thumb searched for your clit until he found it, and began to give circular notions. You accidentally left a little bite on his neck, which was welcomed by Rúben , as he started to speed up his thumb and slid his middle finger inside you. 

“Rúbenn..” you murmured, your walls automatically tightening around his finger. 

“Does this feel good, princesa?” he murmured in your ear as his thumb accelerated his movements, he slid his ring finger in as well, your walls clenching at his voice "Oh it does, you're already clenching around my fingers." 

Now he had two fingers inside you, which he began to move in a come hither motion, hitting your sweet spot instantly, the one he had found in a matter of seconds. 

“Oh, fuuuck, Rúb-” 

He could feel you, how your walls clenched around his fingers so tightly it was hard for him to move them, your kisses on his neck had become sloppy and wet and your eyes were closed. Just when you felt you would reach the tip of ecstasy, Rúben pulled his fingers out of you. 

You were about to yell at him, but he spoke first, taking your jaw with one of his hands, fixing his eyes on yours. 

“I want to make you cum on my dick, yeah?” 

And you swore you could've come right there. Just by his words. 

“Yeah?” he questioned again, making you realize it had been more of a way to get your permission. 

“Yeah.” you nodded your head eagerly and that was all he needed. 

Rúben wrapped his arms around you and stood up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, biting your lip in anticipation for what was about to come. 

Rúben knew the boat like the back of his hand, so in a matter of no time, both of you were in his room. Rúben placed you down on his bed, not caring in the least that you were wetting it. 

He was soon close to you again, his lips on your skin. Your breathing started to become erratic, unable to control yourself in the face of the new sensations. His kisses traveled all over your neck, part of your shoulders and even on your jaw. 

Without a word, Rúben grabbed you with moderate force by the jaw and caught your lips with his immediately. You lost yourself in the kiss completely, the sensation of his lips against yours stoking the fire within you even more. 

Unable to stay still and wanting to discover your whole body, Rúben began to leave kisses and little bites on your neck. You tried to grab his face to bring him back to your lips, but as soon as you tried, he pulled away from you, took your wrists and put them against the bed, his face was above yours, the room was barely being illuminated by the light that was filtering through the blinds, so you couldn't see much, only the shadow of his features. 

“You want me?” he asked over your lips, his voice hoarser than usual and his breathing was rapid. 

“I want you. So bad.” 

You saw the shadow of a victorious smile on his lips and felt them against yours again, he put both hands holding your wrists above your head, and held both of your wrists with one hand, freeing his other one. 

His kisses began to descend again, with a slowness that clearly had the sole purpose of driving you crazy. You lifted your hips off the bed so you could feel some more of him, while Rúben took advantage of this and positioned himself between your legs with ease. 

He stopped kissing you momentarily, you could feel his breath on your skin and without warning, he returned his hand in between your thighs and now pushed three fingers inside you, while his thumb returned to your clit, you inevitably ended up letting out a moan, as his fingers had hit the right spot again. Having located the spot already, he began to move his fingers faster and deeper, curving them from time to time, accelerating the speed of his thumb as well. 

His lips went lower and lower, until his head was between your thighs and your hand was lost in his hair. His lips concentrated on your clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue, making you let out an erotic moan that you were ashamed of, because of how loud it had been. 

His hand kept up that incredible rhythm, but what made you almost climax was the feeling after he sucked on your clit and bit down lightly. 

“Rú- Rúben..I'm gonna-” 

That was all he needed to know to remove his hand, he would keep up with his word. As soon as he moved his hand away from your pussy, you immediately felt the emptiness, but you were too busy getting back to normal to complain. 

Rúben brought his fingers covered with your wetness to his lips and licked them clean, the sight of that, combined with the ‘mmm’ that he let out, was mouth watering. 

Rúben pulled you closer to him, so that your legs were over his thighs, he placed his hands on the sides of your head. His dick rubbed against your entrance, which brought gasps to both of your lips. 

He leaned over you and you could hear his breathing fast and heavy in your ear, it was almost like he was waiting for something.

“What's wrong?” you asked. “Are you doubt- ” 

You didn't get to finish saying the sentence, because he entered you with a quick movement of his hips, making you moan immediately, it took a few seconds to get used to the sensation of having him inside you. It always did. No matter how many times you've slept together, he is just so big. 

He stayed still for a few seconds, letting out hoarse mumbles of how good you felt, directly into your ear. Once you felt comfortable, you tightened your walls around him, which made him let out a grunt and start moving his hips against yours. 

You brought your hands to his neck and pulled his face to yours, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss, as his hips moved incessantly, one of your hands tangled in his hair and as if on reflex, he put a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides lightly, something that made you moan into his lips. 

“How could you do this to me? All that teasing..I’m not made from steel..” he whispered in your ear. 

“Rúben, oh my God..” 

“I love you so much.” 

His words and the movement of his hips made your eyes roll “Don't stop, babe..please.” 

He pulled his face away from yours and placed his weight on the arm he had placed at the side of your head, speeding up his movements. You wrapped your legs around his waist to deepen things. 

You noticed that he started to slow down, but his movements still had depth. You knew he was doing it so he wouldn't tire quickly, but maybe you could help.  You used a considerable amount of strength to be able to turn you both around, ending up on top of him, while he looked at you with his lower lip between his teeth. 

Just to tease him further, you slipped his dick out of you and moved away, your body hovering over his thighs. He sat down on the bed, waiting for you to do something, but you only smirked at him. 

Rúben sat there while stroking himself and being done with your attitude, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back to him, starting to fill your breasts with wet kisses and hickeys, biting your nipples from time to time, while you put your legs around him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him, again. 

You knew you wouldn’t last too long, anyway. 

“Stop teasing me, princesa.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

He used the grip he had on your hips and pulled you down, entering you again, a hoarse moan came from his lips. You pushed him down by the chest so he’d lay down and began to move on top of him, in circles and up and down while his hands were on your hips and yours on his chest. 

You knew those moves were only satisfying you, as you moved as you needed to, and Rúben was quick to notice that. The grip he had on your hips began to tighten, a sign that he was getting desperate. Until he finally sat down in a rush, and began to move you at the pace he wanted, as the hand he kept on your hip guaranteed him control. 

“You're so stubborn, you know that?” he emphasized every word with a hip thrust. 

“Fuck, fu- fuck, Rú- Rúb-..” you weren't even able to say his name, or speak at all. 

You placed one hand on his shoulder and another on his neck, starting to move faster. He left sloppy kisses on your chest and you scratched his back, sometimes even left bites on his shoulder to stifle moans, especially when he murmured things in your ear, along the lines of ‘you're mine’, ‘this pussy feels so good’, ect. 

It didn't take long before you two began to lose rhythm, his movements were erratic and your speed had slowed. Until he finally came inside you, seeing the way his eyes closed tightly, as heavy breaths came from between his pink lips along with the “Fuck, Y/N, you feel like heaven..” he mumbled, was what made you climax too. 

While you both came down from your highs, there was nothing but silence, Rúben was still inside you and remained like that, after he turned you over, collapsed on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his body, both of you falling asleep without another word. 

[tarosunshine]

I dont know if your request still open; if that's the case, can you do when bf!riize falls asleep and fem!reader comes closer to his face and says something like "wow, hes really so handsome or I really have a handsome boyfriend(or something like that), I think I'm a lucky girl" and later he makes fun of her about what she said cuz he wasnt sleeping.

PS. I really looooveee your blog 💕💕💕.

라이즈 𐙚 LUCKY ME ﹗

genre fluff 𖹭 warning none ﹗ pairing boyfriend OT7 x fem reader | bookshelf .

note : hii, i'm so happy that you liked my blog and i hope you also like this !

𐙚 SHOTARO

it was late at night, tomorrow is sunday, so you were lying on the sofa with your boyfriend watching a cartoon movie on the tv. your head resting on his chest.

you don't know how many hours you been like this, but for the slow movement of his chest, you guess that his fallen asleep, so you rise your head a little to check, and you were right. shotaro was quietly sleeping with his eyes closed and slow breath.

“you are also pretty. too much, actually..” the husky voice that comes from him makes you blush. you didn't know that he was awake. when did he wake up? staring at your eyes, he squeezed you with his arms. you immediately hide your face on his chest, avoiding his dark and sparkly eyes. “aw, please dont be shy now, love.”

“you were tired, taro, don't you?” you talked softly as you admire his factions. eyes closed, thick and dark eyelashes resting against his cheeks, his cute nose and the brown bangs over his forehead. his glasses were almost on the tip of his nose, so you took it out. now seeing all his face perfectly. you passed a coulpe of minutes admiring his face. “why you're too pretty?” you spoke, trying to not touch him with your fingers to caress him. you gasped when his smiley eyes began to open.

𐙚 EUNSEOK

an hour ago, you and your boyfriend went back from a very fancy lunch from his work, and both were so tired for the little trip that you ended up lying on the sofa without changing your clothes. actually, you didn't gonna sleep but ended up doing it anyway.

you don't know how much time was passed when you feel the sun on your face, so you blink twice, covering it and turning your head, meeting with a pair of closed eyes. you totally forgot about your boyfriend, who was also sleeping with his head resting in the crook of your neck, but anyways you can see his entire face in this position. he still was wearing the with shirt and his tied was undon over his neck.

“can you repeat that?” eunseok opened his eyes, meeting yours. the air almost escapes from you when you hear his voice. “what? did you fall in love again?” he reached your cheek, and with a tender smile, he approaches your face. you almost choke with your own saliva.

“i can't believe how hansome you are” you were almost complaining about that fact. frowning and sighing, you caressed his cheek with love, admiring his factions in silence, and trying to try his messy hair with your fingers. instantly, you heard a chuckle from him.

“i didn't know that you were awake” your voice sounded more shaky than you expected. “sience when you're awake?”

“i wasn't sleeping, silly” and now he laughs, seeing your face get red, finally kissing you.

𐙚 SUNGCHAN

the only sound that you were listening to was the tick tack from the clock next to your boyfriend's bed and his peaceful breath. around 2 hours ago, you arrived at his house, and after talking while playing with his play station, he made you lie with him on his bed. so now you were between his big arms and the pillows, but this doesn't bother you at all. you loved to sleep with him or, in this case, just him sleeping. you just can't sleep today.

starting to caress his hair, you look at sungchan's face, admiring his eyes closed and mouth barely open, letting you see his fangs that you loved so much. this cute picture of him makes your heart melt. “ugh, you are too handsome” you want to squeez his cheeks, but instead, you just keep caressing his locks.

“hm, so... if i'm too handsome, then you are too beautiful” the unexpected soft spoken took you by surprise, so you wide your eyes, founding his. the smirk grows in his face, watching your blush over your cheeks. “why you're blushing?” now, a laugh is what you heard, so you shock your head. he titls his head, hiding his mocking face on your neck. “hm, let's stay like this.”

𐙚 WONBIN

your boyfriend just returned from work, so after finding you sitting on the bed reading one of your books, he just lied on the bed before greeting you, hugging your waist, and immediately falling asleep, you noticed it after a couple of minutes when he slightly shook his body. that unconscious body reaction that he has while sleeping.

you tried your best to not waking him up when carefully lies next to him, now at the height of his eyes. you put away some locks of his hair from his eyes, now looking at his face. “what a hansome boyfriend i have” you sighed still playing with his hair.

“why do you say that when i'm sleeping?” he suddenly speaks, curving his lips in a smirk, that cute smirk of his. looking now at your eyes, he approaches to your flushed face. “hm?”

“just because” trying to act calm, you look back at his eyes and also trying to distract from the warm on your cheeks and ears. he hugs you, wrapping his arms around your waist, giggling next to your face. wonbin was enjoying seeing you like that.

𐙚 SEUNGHAN

“seung, you kn—” when you turn your head, you find your sleeping boyfriend, with his head resting on the pillow of the sofa. just 2 minutes ago, you two were talking about random things and laughing, so it surprised you a little when you saw him with his eyes closed.

you raised your head that was resting on his shoulder to take a good look of that face. his sharp jaw was one of the most fine things that he had. well, all seunghan is fine.

“what a hot boyfriend i have. i'm a lucky girl” you sighed, touching his cheek with a smile. but suddenly he opened one eye, making you surprise.

“actually, i am the lucky one, babe” smiling, he pecks your lips. and with full shyness, you look away, scoffing. he just keeps mocking you and kissing all your face over and over again.

𐙚 SOHEE

the first thing that you saw when you opened your eyes this morning were those pretty eyes closed. your boyfriend was sleeping with one arm under your head on another on your waist. faces closer to each other's.

you can be a thousand hours staring at his face full of moles. he was so right when he said that the most attractive thing of he was that. that was true, but all his face was so handsome. and yesterday he cut his hair, so he was more take breathing than usual. sohee definitely doesn't think about what he does to your poor heart.

“can you tell me why you are too handsome, lee?” you spoke under your breath as you take a good look to his features, almost mad about the fact that he is so cute and hansome. and obviously, you notice when a grin starts to form in his lips.

“lee? what happened to hee, love or babe?” now he was all smiling and flushed as he looked at you. the hot that you felt on your cheeks and neck was cause of him. as always.

“lee, science when you're awake?” your voice trembled as you covered your face with your palm. then you hear his soft laugh as he takes your hand to catch your fingers with his.

“beafore you. i pretended to sleep”

“oh, so you were admiring me first while i was sleeping?”

“no... well, yeah. maybe i was” pulling you into his chest, he starts to giggle.

𐙚 ANTON

“and you said that you were gonna last to the end. liar.” you says when you saw your, now sleeping boyfriend, with his head resting against the sofa.

today, you two were having a sleepover and bet about who were gonna last longer awake. well, he lost. and that position looked so uncomfortable to you, so you just sighed and then carefully put his head and the weight of his body over your thighs. and when he was completely lying, unconsciously made himself comfortable putting a hand under his head, grabbing your leg. giving you a good angle of his side profile and making you giggle as you looked at him doing all that.

once he wasn't moving anymore, you stars to caress his hair, as you usually do. now admiring his eyelashes, cheeks barely blushed, and his nose. god, his nose was one of the most cute and attractive things about him. and he knows it. of course, he knows it, especially if you were always reminding him that. “god, why are you like so handsome, uh?”

“and why are you making me blush, uh?” his soft and sleepy voice makes you red in a second. now his eyes were staring into your soul as a small, cute smile appeared on his face. you opened your mouth, but nothing came out. he chuckled as he saw you getting shy because of that.

“hey, stop laughing!” you were embarrassed. i mean, you tell him that almost all the time, but still was embarrassing. so was from him, but anyways he will laugh at you.

“you can keep doing that” he says, closing his eyes one more time, grabbing your wrist and putting it on his hair again. you just obeyed with a blushed face, just like him.

[sassy-stupid]

Steamy

Pairing

Al-haitham x reader x Kaveh

Smut

18+ only please!

Word count

5.2k

Content warnings

Polyamory, shower sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, double penetration, degradation, Al-haitham, creampies, reader gets slapped once but relatively gently.

Summary

Your boyfriend lets something about his old relationship with his hot roommate slip during your shower together, you see the potential.

"Gods, why are you trying to wash yourself in an active volcano," Al-haitham hisses as he immediately steps back out from under the stream of admittedly extremely hot water.

You'd been together with the scribe turned grand sage for a while now. Which means it was no surprise for him to find you in his shower and no surprise for you to find him stepping in to join you. What did come as a surprise to him though was the sheer temperature of your relaxing little shower.

You giggle. "Sorry baby but a nice shower isn't nice if it doesn't feel like you're burning your filth and sins off your body y'know?" He shakes his head, well aware that you'd keep this going if he denied, but too stubborn to just agree with you.

"Why does every other person in this house try to match the sun's temperature in their showers." He's complaining but it catches your attention anyway. He raises an eyebrow at the sly grin on your face, "what?"

"How come you know how hot Kaveh likes to shower?" You wiggle your eyebrows at him. You swear you can see him flush, although with the steam and sweltering heat in the room it is a bit hard to tell.

"We're roommates, of course I would know that," he says, deadpanning, although in a slight fit of nervousness he adds "it's not as if you need to shower together to know that."

"Ooooh but baby, I'M not the one who said you showered together." You enjoyed mentally poking and prodding at him like this on the best of days but today even more so. The revelation about your boyfriend and his heartthrob roommate making you giddy.

He reached out turning the heat of your shower down a bit before finally stepping in to actually join you. Immediately pushing you up against the tiled shower wall. "I know you enjoy riling me up like this but do you really want to talk about Kaveh right now?" he speaks, nice and low. The voice he always uses when trying to make you pliant before diving into a kiss.

You weren't quite done yet though. You hum as you pull away from him. "I don't know, judging by your body's reaction, you're enjoying talking about him even more than I am." You tease, rubbing your thigh against his arousal. You bring your mouth close to his ear and whisper, "tell me Al-haitham, did you and dear Kaveh use to fuck before I came around? Is that why the two of you can't go 5 minutes without bickering?"

You were mostly still teasing but you couldn't help but actually be curious. HAD they been intimate together? And if so was it just convenience, or were there feelings involved? Your mind started racing and to your surprise what it ended up on was not a fit of jealousy and insecurity at your boyfriend having been with one of the most attractive people you knew. It felt like a golden opportunity instead.

Al-haitham's face was undeniably red now, although if you'd mention it he'd blame the heat. "I- what." He took a second to recompose himself before looking you in the eye and asking earnestly. "Would that bother you?" You felt you heart skip a beat at his concern, here you had been almost bullying him and he's checking in on you so sweetly.

"It wouldn't as long as you're not doing anything with him behind my back, which I know you would never, I'm good." You let your hand softly stroke his face, reveling in him when he leans into you. "...Sooo did you?"

His eyes flit away from yours "...yes," he sighs. "We had a period where we were something, not quite in a relationship but not just friends with benefits either." The spicy shower he'd been planning to take with you had turned sweet, you were now washing his hair for him as the two of you spoke.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" You feel him stiffen up at your question and you gently rub his shoulders in response. "I'm not accusing you of anything, we're just talking, yeah?" He doesn't quite relax, but he leans back into you and answers.

"It wouldn't matter if I did, he's set his sights elsewhere." The last part of his sentence sounded exasperated, a tone he frequently used when the subject turns to Kaveh. "He's actually opened up about the crush he's been nursing on YOU recently."

This takes you by surprise, your body language shows it and Al-haitham is quick to comfort you. "He promised me he won't act on it, and I can promise to you that he's still a decent guy (y/n). He won't just try to steal you from me."

You blinked, your mind working overtime. "Wait a second." Your hand came to you chin in an exaggerated thinking pose.

"So you say Kaveh likes me?" He nods slowly, trying to follow your train of thought. "You like Kaveh," he hesitates but when you send him a pointed look he resigns and nods. "Kaveh DEFINITELY still likes you, don't bother trying to deny it, you might not see it but I'M not blind." Al-haitham doesn't even bother to fight it, yet he's barely nodding along anymore either.

"(Y/n), are you actually going to go there?" He seems to have caught on and you shrug.

"And I kinda like Kaveh too," you confirm.

"I see, then, how would we go about this? Do we just invite him in?" he asks, and you giggle, happy that your boyfriend seems on board. "How about we ask him into our next shower? He seems to enjoy it hot too right?" You wink at him.

The rest of the shower is nice, a bit cold for your liking but Al-haitham promised you 'the hottest shower of your life' tomorrow and you're not even entirely sure if he was talking about the temperature but you went along with it either way. The night brought along some heavy petting but no further action as both of you were far too excited about the day to come.

The next day goes by at a snail's pace, you were never good at waiting but it did give you the time to consider how you would handle this. Al-haitham was at work and so was Kaveh, you'd decided you'd make a little show of inviting Al-haitham into a shower and then have him invite Kaveh.

You though that considering the two of them have already had sex before it might seem more like a genuine offer coming from him.

And so the two came back from work, exchanging their regular harsh sounding words, over some nonsense no doubt. You made haste on your way over, excitement getting the better of you as you launched yourself into your boyfriend.

"You're back!" You announced, though they were already quite aware of the fact. Something Al-haitham was probably about to tell you when Kaveh interrupted him.

"You seem to be in a good mood, special occasion?" He smiled at you and combined with the knowledge of his little crush on you, the attention flustered you.

"A little bit, I was waiting for you guys to come home because I was going to take a nice long shower but the bathroom gets so lonely." You fake pout as your little show begins. You admit, you put it on a bit thick as you drape yourself across your boyfriend. Though the blush on Kaveh's face as he averts his eyes, mind wandering no doubt, makes it worth it.

"Needy as always I see," comes Al-haitham's reply "go get the water temperature right." The look on his face makes his intentions clear to you, he plans on being the one to ask Kaveh as well.

"Oh? Letting me decide the temperature?" You tease, before shooting Kaveh a wink "things are about to get steamy." You turn and leave before you can see their reaction, mostly to avoid seeing Al-haitham roll his eyes at you again.

You just barely got the shower running before you hear shouting. Their conversation had the cadence of their usual bickering just a lot louder. You quickly made your way to them, running into Al-haitham in the hallway.

"He doesn't believe me, thinks I'm playing a stupid prank on him," Al-haitham speaks casually, as if it doesn't bother him but luckily you know him better than that.

You pat his shoulder. "Don't worry, he's just being wary. I'm sure he doesn't really believe you'd do that but he was just caught off guard," you reassure the man who, in your eyes, was practically sulking in front of you.

"I got this!" You say, more to yourself than to Al-haitham, as you walk past him towards the blond who was still muttering to himself.

Before you could say anything his eyes shot to you and he started talking exasperatedly. "(y/n)! You would not BELIEVE the stupid joke your boyfriend just tried to pull on me." He was fuming and you couldn't even get a word in before he continued, "I think it's frankly disrespectful not only to me but to you as well, you should scold him for this! I already did but he needs to hear it at least twice!"

You laugh, he gets worked up so easy whenever your boyfriend is involved. You really don't know how you'd never guessed their history before, looking back now. "Kaveh," you get his attention, squeezing his shoulder for good measure "please join us in the shower?"

"A-are you playing along with his sick joke?" He looks almost heartbroken and you can't stand it. You shake your head quickly before putting your hands on his cheeks and pulling him in, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips which seems to stun him into silence.

"Haitham and I got to talking when he mentioned you and I both liked our showers hot," you speak gently, not wanting to hurt the soft-hearted blonde any further. "We connected some dots and figured out we both liked you, and you liked both of us."

Kaveh was blinking rapidly, clearly trying to catch up to the situation, which to him was dizzying. He'd just gotten kissed by his crush, his ex and best friend's girlfriend.

"Look Kaveh, I promise Al-haitham wasn't joking and neither am I, we all have some kind of feelings for eachother and although we'd have to work it all out together. We're willing to try if you are." Your hand was now gently stroking his cheek as he processed your offer.

His hand caught yours and for a second you're anxiously expecting rejection, however he brings your hand to his mouth and presses a chaste kiss to it "I'll admit I've dreamed of this, so when Al-haitham asked it sounded too good to be true."

This time, his hand on the nape of your neck is what pulls you into a kiss, a far less gentle one than before that has you almost panting when you pull away. Kaveh grins at you as he pulls you along towards Al-haitham's huge bathroom. "Think he can handle our heat?"

You arrive at the bathroom giggling, Kaveh reverting to his natural charm now that his reason for anxiety was gone. Al-haitham doesn't try to hide the small smile on his face, a moment you will cherish, before he speaks, "Finally come to your senses Kaveh? I was beginning to think you'd actually be stupid enough to think we would both joke about this."

Not one to take Al-haitham's remarks Kaveh immediately strikes back, "There's a reason people expect things like that from you Al-haitham, maybe if you were more in touch with the people around you, you'd-" you interrupt him by throwing you shirt over his head. Their bickering was cute, but you'd been waiting for this long enough and you'd be lying through your teeth if you said you weren't dying to see Kaveh naked.

As he lifted your shirt off his head you could see he was practically glowing, his face a bright red that had Al-haitham suppressing a chuckle and you nearly cooing at how cute the blond was. His eyes met yours before they drifted down, starting to take in your body as Al-haitham's hands softly started rubbing up and down your waist.

Kaveh's pupils were fully blown and you were sure they only mirrored your own as Al-haitham started speaking in that low tone again, "see this Kaveh? This is what you've been missing out on." His hands push your bra below your chest, making your tits spill out before he starts to feel them up. One of his hands was now rolling a nipple between his fingers as the other slipped down, hooking on the hem of your panties. You decided not to suppress your whines, desperate to show Kaveh everything.

He practically whimpered before surging forward, his hands joining Al-haitham in undressing you in the most sensual way you'd ever been undressed. Meanwhile his lips pressed against Al-haitham's and your heart picked up the pace at seeing the two together.

As Kaveh's fingers made contact with your slit you both moaned simultaneously. Al-haitham pulled back to remove his shirt and you pulled on Kaveh's as he speaks, "such a good girl for us, so wet already." His fingers glide over your clit and you almost double over at how light and electrifying how touches are. Just like his words, a stark contrast to Al-haitham.

You're pulling at Kaveh's pants now as he pushes a finger in, Al-haitham turns on the shower behind you but even the sound of the water doesn't hide the needy moan you let out. "Almost baby, we got you, don't worry you'll have all of us," Kaveh responds to your sounds gently and for a second you think about how he's not just a contrast to Al-haitham's harsh words, they complement eachother perfectly.

Then the scribe is pulling you out of your thoughts and backwards into the shower by your hips. Kaveh quickly shrugs off his underwear before following.

Your eyes glide over his body and you don't try to hide the hunger beneath it, making the blonde shiver despite the scorching shower he just stepped into. He's big, bigger than Al-haitham and you wonder if that's why he'd being so gentle. There's no way you'd be able to take THAT rough from the get-go.

Al-haithams hands are on your heat, one playing with you throbbing clit as the other presses two fingers into you hole, beginning to stretch you out for them. "I didn't think it possible but your pussy might be hotter than this shower." He kisses down your neck and you can feel his smirk on your skin as he says, "you're about as wet though."

Kaveh finally reaches you and his mouth is on yours instantly, the kiss down right debauched as his hand pulls one of your legs over his hip making you balance on the other one before Al-haitham presses into you from behind. You were leaning on the two men completely now, and there was nowhere you'd rather be at the moment.

"Please baby, grind that sweet pussy on my cock. I know you can do it, please just let me feel you," Kaveh whispers in your ear and you do as he asks, not being able to refuse him when he begs you like that.

Al-haitham's hand slaps you ass firmly. "Don't forget about me," he mumbles from where his teeth are pinching at your neck, and how could you when his hand on your jaw makes you face him. His kisses are different from Kaveh's, less desperation and more calculated intent to turn you on further, their passion rivaled eachother despite the difference.

Kaveh's cock was nestled firmly between your folds now, his head nudging your clit every movement you made so when Al-haitham takes control over the movements your hips make, your eyes roll back.

"Oh my god, I need to feel her," Kaveh groans as Al-haitham pushes you into him again "need to feel you around me baby." His voice softened the second he addressed you and it made you melt, the softness of it all despite the meaning of his words.

Al-haitham chuckled. "How about it little slut? Should I lift you onto his cock? Why am I even asking, I know what you need." His degrading side was coming out, probably feeling like Kaveh was spoiling you too much and the difference between them was giving you whiplash.

He doesn't ask again before he tilts your hips towards Kaveh's tip, the blond licks his lips as he looks at the man beside you. "You just gonna serve her up to me like this? Gonna put our sweet girl onto my cock? Go on, make her take all of me."

Al-haitham is not usually one to take orders but maybe that's exclusive to you because the second the words leave Kaveh's lips you're being brought down on him. It stretches you beyond belief, if Al-haitham was big then Kaveh was massive and you were loving it.

"Taking me so well," Kaveh moans in your ear, in the other Al-haitham whispers, "like the born slut you are, look at how you're sucking him in." His hand slipping between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit.

You have to stop yourself from cumming right then and there but when you see Al-haitham's other hand run down Kaveh's back towards his puckered hole,  you find it near impossible to hold back and when Kaveh jolts inside you as Al-haitham presses a finger into him, you finally let go.

You're almost crying as you cream Kaveh's cock, it seems way too soon for it to feel this intense but the heat is getting to you. Kaveh is looking at you with his mouth dropped open, reverently, as he keeps up his deep thrusts inside you. Al-haitham bites down on your shoulder possesively, practically promising to ruin you further tonight.

"Oh baby, getting so tight. Creaming my cock so well. Wanna fill you up baby, been so good, you deserve my cum," Kaveh praises you to heaven and back, his hands caressing your face and despite just cumming, it does things to you.

"Please Kaveh." You barely recognize your own voice as you beg for his cum, "I want it in me, need you". The effect is instant, his jaw going slack as he grinds in deep leaving behind a thick load of his seed.

He thrusts into you gently a few more times before Al-haitam speaks up, "you're just going to keep fucking your cum into her? Or can I finally get my dick wet?" He gets so crass like this but you can't deny you like it. Kaveh opens his mouth, no doubt to argue but Al-haitham is one step ahead. "Not THAT kind of wet".

Kaveh gives you another deep kiss as he slowly pulls his cock out, the cum he'd been fucking deeper seeping out along with it causing the man to groan at the sight. "Baby, you look so pretty all filled with me," he says as he pulls away from your lips. Reaching his fingers out to push some of it back into you but Al-haitham catches them and brings them to his mouth. Both you and Kaveh look on mesmerized as he begins sucking on them, drool spreading everywhere before he brings them down to your ass.

"It's my turn now so why don't you make yourself useful for once and get her ready to be properly shared." The words are meant for Kaveh but he's turned you around and is staring into your eyes while he says them. A shiver runs down your back as you get what he means.

The smirk on his face isn't wide by any means, always one for the more subtle facial expressions, but the sentiment behind it was clear. "You've been enjoying yourself haven't you?" he says as he leans down into your neck to leave his mark. The nip of his teeth makes a shiver run down your back. Just as you were about to answer him, knowing your boyfriend's dominant streak meant he didn't like being ignored, Kaveh's fingers made contact with your ass. Your answer changed into a strangled gasp as Kaveh works his index finger into you.

Luckily Al-haitham seems to be in a forgiving mood. "Awe, is my little slut already fucked too dumb to answer? You've only taken one of us so far, don't think we're even near done yet," He says while he nudges his cock towards your pussy, still wet with Kaveh's cum. "It's time you finally use that body of yours to satisfy me, been making me wait for it for too long." He shoves his cock all the way in on his first thrust, trusting the sheer amount of cum to provide plenty lubrication.

With Al-haitham's rough treatment melting your brain you almost didn't notice Kaveh's soothing actions. While one of his hands was busy prepping you, the other was practically petting you. His motions so gentle your body relaxed into every single one of his touches. The two men were in complete control over you now.

"Doing so well baby, you can take it," Kaveh speaks near your ear as he pushes a third finger in.

"Yeah, you heard him princess. You can take it." The same words sounded so different from Al-haitham's mouth but truth be told, you barely registered either of them.

Al-haitham might not have been as sweet to you as Kaveh but the passion was definitely there and he knows his way around your body. You felt yourself clench around him as his fingers started to circle your clit. "Gonna cum? Better keep it in slut, we're not stopping until WE'RE done, you know that." You knew you could tap out at any given moment despite what he was saying, but not a bone in your body considered it. Even as your body shook during your orgasm, not even as it shivered from overstimulation.

"Haitham, give her a second. I'm about to put it in." if you'd been any more present you'd have scolded Kaveh for speaking about you as if you weren't there but you honestly were barely even sure if you were anymore.

Luckily Al-haitham really did seem to take orders from Kaveh as he stopped his rough thrusts for a moment. You panted and whimpered in his neck, pussy still spasming from the climax he never fully allowed you to stop having. His hands on you turned gentle for a second, pulling you away from his neck a bit, eyes on your partially focused ones as he asked, "are you still okay? Need an actual break?"

"Nooo, I'm okay. Please keep going, everything feels so good." Despite the clear struggle to put your thoughts into words and the slight slur to your them, he took your answer to heart. Immediately diving into a passionate kiss.

You don't know if he had meant to distract you from Kaveh but the next thing you registered was the thick head of his cock poking around your tight hole. You suppress the slight anxiety you're feeling, both men doing their all to keep you calm as the blond begins to push into you slowly.

"Baby, you gotta relax a bit." You're not entirely sure which one of the two was speaking but it was Al-haitham's thumb that gently moved over your bottom lip. You didn't even know when you started biting down on it but you're glad Al-haitham noticed before you bit too hard.

"Shhhh, almost there pretty thing. You're doing so well for us." This time you know it's Kaveh, he's practically speaking into your neck now, "sooooo good for us."

You feel him buck up into you further and another high-pitched whine leaves you. The pressure of both of them at once was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Sure you'd taken Al-haitham before while wearing a buttplug but it couldn't even begin to compare to this.

"Oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum. It's just so warm." The end of Kaveh's sentence sounded more like a moan than anything else and you could feel him lean more of his body weight into you as he finally bottomed out.

Al-haitham's arm shot up at Kaveh's words, slender fingers tangling into the other's hair. "Not yet," the tone of his voice was deeper than you'd ever heard from him before "I know you're a needy bitch but you can hold out for a bit." He pulled on Kaveh's hair at the degrading words and you could feel both of their cocks twitch inside you.

You'd always known they'd have amazing chemistry based on all their bickering but being sandwiched between them as they started making out was really something else. Paired with Al-haitham's deep grinding and Kaveh's shallow thrusting, the sight of it pushed you over the edge once more.

Your eyes rolled back and you bite down on Al-haitham's shoulder to keep yourself together as your body convulses wildly. The amount of times they've made you cum is starting to make you feel a bit sore but you refuse to be the one to end this.

Kaveh is groaning in your ear again as he drives his cock in and out of you slowly "You're the best thing I've ever felt (y/n)," he takes a good look at your face before continuing "are you keeping up, angel? Need me to carry you?"

"Yes Kaveh, please," you say, voice sounding like a whimper. He hums in your ear appreciatively while his hands slide down your thighs to lift you up.

"I love it when you say my name like that baby, sound so pretty when you're begging," Kaveh whispers to you, though you're sure Al-haitham can hear judging by the pull at the corner of his lips.

Both of them keep going until the squelching sounds are louder than the water, at that point Kaveh seems to start struggling. He's making animalistic sounds now and it's giving Al-haitham a new reason to tease him.

"You sound like you're absolutely pussy-whipped." The intention behind his words were clear but Kaveh was too far gone to realize, he nodded into your neck in response.

"Fuuuuuck, yeah I am," he speaks as he pushes in hard, his strength shoving Al-haitham into the wall. The new position allowing the blond to fuck you into him.

You're starting to slip when Al-haitham pulls you back with a soft slap to the face. He's always gentle when he does but his words never sound like it. "Stay with us, I'm not done with you yet."

"Don't be mean to her Haitham, she's doing so damn well for us." Kaveh's reply sounds labored, his breath coming through hard as he's practically panting the words out.

"Don't get too cocky there Kaveh, I'll put you in your place next time. We'll see if you take me as well as she does," Al-haitham scolds, though the promise behind the words is not lost on Kaveh and you feel his cock twitch in response.

Your end is nearing fast and the sexy sounds coming from both of them are doing nothing to slow it down. "Please I'm gonna- I don't know if I can." You don't know who you're addressing but you feel both their hands caress your face the second the words leave you.

"You can." Al-haitham's reply is short and should not be as comforting to you as it is but with Kaveh's addition of "We got you." it's perfect and you let yourself fall over the edge again.

The next few seconds are blurry, but when the world gets sharp again you realize they both stopped. You're secretly grateful because as much as you were enjoying yourself, you really weren't sure how much longer you could take any of it.

You feel Al-haitham pull out and the water immediately washes away the cum that leaks out along with him. You realize Kaveh had pulled out sometime during your little moment and he was now turning you around in his arms, hugging you into his chest practically singing praise into your ears.

"Guys, we should leave the shower now." Al-haitham's voice comes from close behind you, and is met with disapproving whines from both you and Kaveh. "Be my guest, just know that I'm not babying either of you when you get sick from the cold water," He continues, combing his hand through your hair once before leaving the shower on his own.

"Cold?" You question, not noticing just how much warm water you guys had used up. The shower had gradually turned icy.

"Yeah, cold. Our body heat and the distraction must have kept us from noticing the gradual change," came Al-haitham's reply from somewhere outside of the shower.

"there's no way we didn't notice that, it's ice cold now! You must've just changed it!" Kaveh accuses Al-haitham, who in turn merely rolls his eyes before reaching back into the shower and turning the water off.

"Why would I? Some of us aren't desperate enough for attention to act out like that Kaveh," Al-haitham spoke pointedly as he handed Kaveh a towel.

Kaveh scoffed but didn't argue further as he turned to you again, beginning to dry you off. "Do you need anything? I could run you a bath? Or just get you something to clean up with? Do you want any snacks? You've earned them," he offered instead.

Al-haitham wasn't great at aftercare but he'd always been sufficient, knowing how to bring you down from your high gently. Which is why you didn't know how to react when the prince of aftercare himself, started pulling out snacks from places you hadn't even known had been in the house.

A giggle escaped you as Kaveh popped a candy he'd just unwrapped for you into your mouth. "How long have you been hiding all this in my bathroom?" Al-haitham sounded unimpressed but got shut up when the grinning blond booped him on the nose before giving him a sweet kiss.

"You'd be surprised at how many stashes I have around here, I can keep all of us supplied for weeks," he replies his grin now cheeky, knowing the scribe wouldn't give him any shit if he's sharing with you.

"You're lucky she likes her sweets as much as you," Al-haitham states, moving to get dressed.

"Andddd, you're lucky we both like our showers hot," you add.

"I know, I'm just the luckiest," Kaveh says, looking at the two of you fondly.

Later that night the three of you are crammed into Al-haitham's bed since it was the largest (technically his was the same size as Kaveh's but the latter had so many blankets and pillows it takes up at least a quarter of the space). The two men almost instantly fall asleep, Kaveh hugging your arm to his chest as Al-haitham spoons him.

You always knew there was more to their arguing but seeing them at peace together like this warmed your heart, looking back down at them you thanked whatever God was out there that you and Kaveh liked the same type of showers.

I lost three rounds of editing on this fic because of tumblr shenanigans so if you spot any mistakes please cut me some slack I probably had them fixed at one point.

Trying to see if it'll let me post without any media, if it does I'll try to update it from my laptop tomorrow for ✨️aesthetic✨️ reasons.

(If this goes through the ✨️aesthetic✨️ edit is done)

All in all, I hope you guys enjoyed!

[dotster001]

The 2nd Great Devildom Cuddle War

Summary: In which all your questions about Lucifer are answered, and the brothers realize that If he's going to play dirty, they have to play dirtier.

A/N: I planned to release this when I reached 200 followers, and got all my points written down, but hadn't finished it. I got home from work yesterday to 198 followers. So just imagine in the last couple paragraphs me panicking as I translate my brain goop.

The first war

Lucifer didn't need cuddles. He was independent. A lone wolf. Above needing the warmth of another. Quite frankly, he was embarrassed that his brothers had caused an all out war over something so foolish!

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That being said….

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You had returned to the Devildom, much to everyone's surprise. You'd literally fallen from the sky into Satan's lap. Not that any of the brothers were complaining. They'd all felt very lonely without you.

After all the chaos of your first dinner back at the House of Lamentation (had to be there), you were ready to go to bed. Luckily you wouldn't have to worry about anything! The cuddle squad was sitting together, looking pretty, waiting for the long awaited return of your cuddles.

You just had to talk to Lucifer first. He had asked you up to his room. When you arrived there, though, he looked up in confusion. Then a look of shock arose on his face.

"Oh, Y/N! Forgive me, I have some paperwork to finish before I can talk to you. Feel free to take a seat on my bed."

You tried to sit patiently, but he was taking so long, and the fire place bathed the room in such a calming light, that you found yourself drifting off. Pretty soon, you were sleeping like the dead.

Lucifer waited a couple moments, then moved over to his bed. He placed the blanket over you, then got in next to you. He didn't need cuddles. He just didn't want to move you since it was his fault you fell asleep here in the first place.

Meanwhile, the og cuddle crew was starting to get tired of sitting pretty and awaiting your return.  They all had their suspicions of what had happened, but were scared of the implications if they were right. Therefore, it was easier to just push it down and wait for you to come.

Finally, Satan stood up angrily, and stormed off. The other brothers looked at each other anxiously, then nodded at each other and followed him. 

Satan didn't even touch Lucifer's door. It disintegrated from the aura of pure rage that had taken over him. Him and the other brothers stormed into the room, just as Lucifer opened an eye.

He pressed a finger to his lips with a smile, and pointed at you, who was dead asleep. Normally, they would have respected your need to sleep.

"YOU SAID YOU THOUGHT CUDDLES WERE A WASTE OF TIME!"

"I'M LOSING OUT ON BEAUTY SLEEP RIGHT NOW! I'M GETTING WRINKLES!

"IF ANYONE GETS SOLO CUDDLETIME IT SHOULD BE THEIR FIRST!"

"IT'S NOT FAIR! YOU WEREN'T EVEN GOING TO GET US A SECOND BED!"

"Why? I don't understand?"

"IF I WASN'T SO SLEEPY I'D PUNCH YOU!"

Aaaaaand you were up.

"What's going on?" You croaked. Mammon made an attempt to scoop you up, but Lucifer pulled you impossibly closer.

"You know I don't care about your cuddle sessions with my brothers, but I feel that for tonight, you should stay here, lest they keep you up all night with their racket."

You gave a giggle, and patted Lucifer's arm. "You know, if you want to join the cuddle group, you just have to ask."

"Absolutely not. This is about your well being, not "cuddles""

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Lucifer never asked for cuddles. He just took them. You had been in the Devildom for two whole weeks now, and still the only person who had been cuddled was Lucifer. He was a wily opponent. 

The brothers knew that they could never win against him on their own. So they had a battle strategy meeting. By the end of the meeting, they realized that if they were to gain cuddles, they would have to give up some cuddles.

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"I'm so excited! I've never gotten to participate in a cuddle pile before!"

"Now, young Master, remember you have to share with the others. You can't take all of Y/N's cuddles"

Four beds. That's what you were up to now. Out of nowhere, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke had all joined the cuddle crew. They didn't even live there. How did they find out? And when did they have time to get two more beds for the cuddle parties? 

"Y/N, I made us some cookies we can snack on if we wake up in the middle of the night!"

"No sugar at nighttime, you know it keeps you up."

What you didn't realize was, behind your back, the brothers had been working overtime. Asmo had been dropping hints to Solomon about getting to cuddle his two favorite masters. Beel had asked Luke to join, and bring snacks, and of course that meant Simeon had to join. For Luke, of course. Not for him. Meanwhile, Mammon and Levi "accidentally" mentioned the cuddle pile in front of Diavolo, which led to him begging Barbatos to be able to participate, which meant Barbatos also had to come.

"Now, about that TSL spinoff series…"

"Go to sleep, Solomon."

Yes, the brothers had to share you with even more people now. But the look on Lucifer's face when he surrendered and wordlessly joined the cuddle pile was priceless.

And once again, peace descended upon the Devildom!

[catt-leya]

Good Girl (18+) || Rick Grimes

Summary: After a long day in the rain, Rick comes home and just wants to hold you. But it doesn't take him long to weaken and fuck you senseless (sorry I really suck at summaries, so here you have the original Request)

Trigger: age gap (everyone is of age)

The wind beats the rain against the living room window and I pull my blanket even closer to my chin.

It's late fall, but the weather has been so great the last few weeks that this storm was bound to happen sooner or later, and of course Rick picked this exact day to slaughter the walkers at an outpost.

I'm also well aware that I don't have to worry about Rick at all because he's probably one of the few people that nothing really bad ever happens to, but I can't help but feel worse and worse the longer he's out.

Normally I would have gone with him, but with my medical knowledge, I was needed in the infirmary today and now have nothing better to do than stare out the window and wait for my boyfriend.

I am so lost in thought that I wince when there is a sudden knock on the door and I jump up frantically. My legs get caught in the blanket and I just manage to pull myself together to avoid hitting the floor head-on.

Half stumbling, I arrive at the door and yank it open. I don't expect to see Rick in front of it because he would have just walked in, but when I see Daryl in front of the door, I still shrink a little, "You want to come in?"

He shakes his head and I stare at the raindrops running down on him like he's stepped into a shower in clothes.

Daryl's voice is raspy and I'm worried he's going to be seriously ill when he grumbles, "Rick told me to tell you he'll be right in. He wanted to bring something else to Michonne."

A ton of stones fall from my heart and I smile gratefully at him, "Okay. You sure you don't want to come in? I can make you some tea. If you keep walking through the rain like that, you're going to get sick."

He's already turning away, though, and calls over his shoulder, "I'm going to lie down. Don't worry."

Skeptically, I watch him walk through the pouring rain toward his house, and after a good 50 feet, I can't really see him anymore.

I cross my arms in front of my chest and stop in the doorway. When push comes to shove, I can be patient, although I'm really not by nature at all.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally see Rick coming toward me through the rain curtain, and I ignore the thick raindrops as I run up to him and fall around his neck.

In surprise, he staggers back a few steps, "Ufff...Are you okay?"

I press myself against his wet body, "I am now."

His clothes are sticking to him, but I can still feel the warmth radiating from him and am just happy to hold him in my arms.

His hands stroke my back and he murmurs, "Let's go inside."

I bury my nose in his neck and hear him laugh softly, "Princess?"

Rick's large hands slide to my butt and without warning he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.

Actually, it wasn't my intention to be carried by him, but I don't complain as he carries me through the rain to our house.

Softly I sigh in his ear, "I missed you."

He aligns me on his hip before taking the first step of the stairs and replies, "I missed you too."

We just saw each other this morning, but there's a kind of dependence between us that may even reach unhealthy proportions at times. Even now I need more of him, but when I open my mouth he is just going up the first step and the movement presses his belt buckle to a certain spot between my legs and a high-pitched moan slips from my lips.

Immediately he stops and I feel him trying to stifle his laughter.

Embarrassed, I close my eyes, "Sorry."

That's the moment he can't hold back anymore and laughs out loud, "That was the belt, right?"

Playfully, I pull his short hair and growl, "Shut up."

I feel his chest vibrate because he's trying to keep his mouth shut and goes up the second flight of stairs, being careful to push me back against the buckle and I bite my lower lip hard to keep from making a sound, which he doesn't let go uncommented, "I want to hear it again."

Embarrassed, I grab his hair tighter and lift my head to face him and hiss, "Put me down." The problem with this is probably that he likes it when I grab his hair tightly

Childishly, he grins at me and takes the last step.

I can't control the deep breath I take and Rick uses the moment to kiss me on the lips, which of course makes me groan again and he quietly teases into the kiss, "I'm starting to realize how much you've missed me."

I squirm in his arms and he lowers me down laughing softly.

Before I'm even properly on my feet, he kisses me quickly on the nose and mumbles an apology.

I don't hold it against him either and I just roll my eyes, "You know, I'm just a young woman who likes her boyfriend. So you best be happy that I think you're hot enough to do me with your belt buckle."

Rick grabs my hand and finally pulls me inside, "Noted."

The warmth inside is pleasant on my wet skin and I can imagine how much Rick craves a warm shower, so I lovingly push him toward the stairs, "Go take a shower. I'll wait for you here."

He walks up the stairs without resistance, and my horned-up brain can't take its eyes off his back, where the wet shirt clings to him like a second skin.

With each step I see his muscles move and I don't realize I've almost started drooling until he disappears into our bedroom.

Shaking my head, I walk to a closet in the living room and take out a towel.

As I dry off I try to put the image of Rick on the stairs out of my mind, but just can't get rid of it. I've always thought that there comes a point in a relationship where you don't want to fuck your boyfriend, non-stop, but I'm starting to think that it doesn't work that way for either of us.

In fact, our sex has gotten more and more interesting over the past few months, to the point where Rick has asked me to call him sir or even daddy. I never thought about whether I might like something like that, but Rick was all over the idea.

It's probably our age difference, which then becomes more apparent and turns him on so much.

The first time, I tried it out for his sake and when the words left my lips, everything inside me contracted. The way his eyes lit up and his hard cock twitched against my thigh almost made me go crazy and now he fucks my brains out almost daily.

To be completely honest, I didn't expect him to still have that kind of stamina at his age, but he's anything but prude and can bring me to orgasm more than once and he doesn't even have to try very hard for that.

The sooner I come, the prouder he is of himself and really I shouldn't encourage him any more in his ego, but it's almost ridiculous how easy it is for him and there's nothing I can do about it.

I once tried to think of the strangest things, but Rick is always so present and practically forces me to squirm under him.

Completely lost in thought, I cry out when I feel a hand on my shoulder and even as I realize it's just Rick, my heart is still hammering way too fast in my chest and I press the flat of my hand to it, "Oh God."

Rick tilts his head and looks at me questioningly, "What were you thinking about?"

I'm certainly not going to put it on him that after the belt buckle party I had to think about how easily he can make me come, so I shrug and toss the damp towel in my hands onto the chair next to us, "Nothing in particular."

Briefly, his gaze lingers on me and I use the moment to let my eyes slide over his torso, now covered by a loose fitting white shirt.

Gently Rick takes my hand and pulls me to the couch where I was lying earlier.

Sighing, he drops onto it and pulls me into his arms. My back is pressed against his warm chest and instead of looking out the window again, I close my eyes and enjoy his closeness.

His breathing hits the back of my neck regularly and his hand paints small circles on my covered belly.

The silence is comfortable and I press closer to his chest.

Rick kisses me fleetingly behind my ear and whispers softly, "I couldn't wait to be with you again all day."

Smiling, I mumble "Hmmm" and my smile grows even wider as I feel him spread more kisses on my neck.

With each kiss, his hand slides lower until he slides it under my top and touches my bare skin.

Sighing, I turn my head to him and he kisses me without waiting even a second.

My whole body is electrified even though the kiss is soft and intimate, but there's something engaging about it and I feel like he's kissing me deeper than he normally does.

Roughly, I breathe against his lips, "What are you doing?"

His answer is a muffled "Shhh" and then his tongue is in my mouth.

It's neither wild nor dirty. It's a loving gentle kiss that makes me press my butt against his crotch and I hear the sweetest sounds from him.

His fingers on my belly stroke lower and lower as light as a feather and he gently slides those between my legs.

At the first touch on my clit I gasp hoarsely and he devotes himself to my neck again.

In slow circles he works between my legs.

His touch is far too light and I try to push myself toward his hand, just then his lips hover over my skin on my neck and he asks softly, "How do you want it?"

I know the game and I know exactly what he's asking for, but no matter how long we've been doing this, I can't help blushing and whispering, "Hard, Rick."

There's silence for a moment and I notice my legs tighten more and more, then Rick says behind me, "No nicknames tonight okay?"

I'm a little surprised, but mumble, "Okay," because it's Rick.

If he wants to hear his own name come out of my mouth while he fucks me senseless, that's exactly what he gets.

He presses harder on my clit in thanks, and that's enough to make me come trembling in his arms, feeling his increasingly hard cock pressing against my ass.

I try to catch my breath as he turns us so that he kneels behind me and helps me straighten up enough so that my butt is in proper position.

Waiting, I rest my head on the couch and look up over my shoulder at him.

Rick looms over me his gaze is fixed on me in awe, as if he can't believe I'm actually letting him do this to me and allow him to use and love me day after day.

Impatiently I wiggle my butt, "Please Rick."

I can't wait to feel him inside me anymore. To feel every single vein inside me until I feel like I can't hold on anymore.

Hoarsely he growls, "Let's see how many times I can make you cum."

My pussy tightens in anticipation and I feel Rick reach around me and pull my underpants, including my panties, down to my knees.

Cool air hits the dampness between my legs, which is almost embarrassing, but it always happens to me when he touches me, so I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I hear him take off his sweatpants.

I know exactly how big he is. I know every inch of Rick's body inside and out, and he probably knows my body better than I do myself, so I'm not surprised that he slides the tip of his cock just over my pussy and makes me whimper pitifully, "Just do it. Please."

I try to meet him, but he presses a hand firmly between my shoulder blades, limiting my movement, "Sure you've earned it?"

I flick my eyes open and look him firmly in the eyes clouded with arousal, "I've been a good girl."

While I'm not supposed to call him daddy or sir, he didn't say anything about skipping other games that I know turn him on.

So I bat my eyelashes and breathe, "Please show me what a good girl deserves. Use me to cum."

I can see exactly in his eyes when I'm hitting the right nerve and I moan gratefully as he pushes his tip inside me.

Slowly he stretches me with his thickness and I hear his choppy breathing as he gasps, "I want to fuck you so bad you can't look straight afterwards, fuck I want to destroy you."

I lick my lips and bring a whimpering, "Please Rick," to my lips.

He presses my torso harder against the couch as he feels me squirm beneath him and I gasp, "Oh God."

Deeper and deeper he penetrates me and I try to push my knees further apart to open myself wider for him, but my pants prevent me from doing so and I'm forced to rely completely on Rick and let him control how he wants to fuck me.

When his full length is inside me he snorts, "I fuck you every day and yet I always forget how tight you are."

Instead of taking me like that, though, he takes his free hand and squeezes my knees, causing me to notice him even more intensely inside me and whimper weakly, "Rick, you're so deep inside me."

I only get an "I know" from him before he pulls back and thrusts hard into me as promised.

My head is completely blank and I'm not even able to form a clear thought as he thrusts into me again and I hear his moan, "You're so good."

His hand slides from my back to the nape of my neck and he grabs my hair to pull on it.

Groaning, I bury my face in the couch and try to push my legs apart again, but Rick tugs at my hair and hisses, "Move an inch and I'll stop."

I inhale sharply and that's when Rick hits the right spot with his tip, making me tense around him and contract around him in rhythmic intervals.

He fucks me through my orgasm and gasps, "Two."

The fact that he's counting along is humiliating, but I can't help that this is exactly what makes me moan his name over and over and makes him ask me hoarsely, "Harder?"

He needs it at least as much as I do, and when I breathe, "Yes," he rams himself into me so hard that I have to reach for the edge of the couch to keep from banging my head against the backrest with each thrust.

Hectically, he reaches around me and holds my hips in place as my legs threaten to give way and it's not long before I cum shaking another time on his cock twitching inside me..

Rick growls, "Three," and doesn't even think about stopping to give me a break.

I'm already sure I'm going to be more sore tomorrow than I've ever been before, and instead of saying I can't take any more, I let him fuck me and can't bring myself to make a sound.

My mouth just hangs open and I barely notice Rick pulling my long hair again, "You're filling up the four."

He doesn't expect any contradiction, that's why it's not a question but a simple statement and he keeps thrusting into me.

By the way his thrusts become uncontrolled, I know he's about to cum himself and I moan, "That's your pussy, Rick. It's yours. Only yours."

At my words, his upper body falls forward and his chest presses against my back.

He pulls my head back and kisses me hard on the lips, making me cum one more time and bringing tears to my eyes at the same time.

Pulsing, I bring him to climax and he buries his face in my neck as he groans so loudly I wonder if it can't be heard outside.

As soon as he releases his hand from my hip, I land flat on my stomach and Rick clumsily on top of me.

Before all the air is squeezed out of my lungs, he rolls off me and pulls me back against his chest.

My whole body feels weak and I realize I'm getting tired, so Rick whispers, "Was I too rough?"

I shake my head lazily and bury my face in his chest.

I can't stifle a yawn and breathe, "No, not at all."

Gently, he squeezes me tighter, "I love you."

I bury my fingers in the fabric of his shirt and can only bring myself to say, "Hmmm."

Quietly, Rick laughs, "Did I really break you? You usually love to talk."

He wanted to destroy me and he absolutely did.

So well, that I just mumble, "Promise fulfilled," and nod off.

@hail-yourselves @bean-is-reading @chanlvr2 @criminalwalkingsupernatural @sunshinevirus @toxic-ink @kingtwhiddleston

[mrspasser]

Never gonna give you up 5+1

I don't think I ever posted this fanfic here, so I'm here to fix that.

1.

Never was too soon for a repeat of tonight’s experience, Derek decided as he braced himself against the sharp corner. The wheels of the Jeep skidded on the gravel, making the back of the car slide out. There was no need for them to drive this fast, not anymore. Leftover adrenaline made for a heavy foot on the gas, apparently. The engine whined as they cut free of the forest, trading gravel for blacktop. Gradually they reduced speed, until they were driving at a pace well within the limits. 

“Think you can hit play for me, big guy?” Stiles asked in an upbeat tone. “Without getting blood all over my iPod, if you can.”

The look Derek sent him was cutting, but Stiles was long since immune for any angry stare he received from the werewolf. With all his energy going into healing, Derek decided it wasn’t worth it to get into it with Stiles over something so small. He pressed his left hand against the flap of skin that was only loosely covering his ribs on his right side and reached out with his free hand to the battered iPod crammed into the hole that used to house the radio of the Jeep. The radio was one of the car parts that fell victim to the crash with the Kanima and with some help of Boyd Stiles had hooked up his iPod directly to the car’s speakers. 

The Alpha werewolf didn’t bother to check what playlist it was, he just hit the large button in the middle and settled back into his seat, gritting his teeth against the pain the movement caused. 

The sounds of an eighties synthesizer filled the car, drums coming in alternately from the left and right speaker, immediately followed by a peal of laughter from the car’s owner. Derek bit through the agony and pushed forward again, cutting off the music abruptly just when the lyrics started. Stiles didn’t say anything, though it took a minute before he stopped chuckling quietly. 

When they got to the loft, Stiles followed him inside, although Derek hadn’t asked him to. He hadn’t told him not to either, which was probably why the teen did it. Not that Stiles bothered with doing what people told him to, not when it came to Derek. The boy was pack in all the ways that counted, except for heeding his Alpha’s commands.

Derek let himself fall on the threadbare couch, still holding his skin more or less in the right place to knit itself together again. Behind him, Stiles rummaged around in the kitchen, emerging a little while later with two bottles of water and a couple of energy bars. He dropped the food and one of the bottles on the couch next to the werewolf, easily within reach. Then he sat down on the armrest furthest from Derek, twisting the cap of his own bottle and gulping the contents down eagerly. The werewolf watched the boy’s Adams apple bop with each swallow, his eyes catching on the long line of his throat.

Stiles wiped his mouth and looked down at Derek, intelligent eyes roaming over the werewolf’s bloodied torso. “You going to be okay?” he asked, not really sounding like he needed an answer, so Derek didn’t give him one. “Thought so,” the boy confirmed anyway, and patted Derek’s shin twice as he got up. “I’m gonna give Roscoe a wash. I think there are bits of skin stuck to the passenger seat. Gross!”

2. 

“Gonna have to walk a little slower, big guy,” Stiles complained, sounding a little winded as he picked his way through the undergrowth a few paces behind Derek. He grunted dismissively, though he held his step a little anyway.

Derek might have wondered why he was always the one stuck with Stiles on a stake out, if the math wasn’t so easy. Being human, the boy was the weakest of the pack, physically speaking at least. And with Derek as Alpha and therefore strongest, it was only logical that they paired up. Besides, it wasn’t like Derek had his pick of people to go on stakeout with tonight. There wasn’t a clear threat, this was just Derek acting on a hunch. ‘Being paranoid’, Scott had said. ‘I’m not messing up my nails in the woods tonight’, was Erica’s reaction. Boyd had only told him to call when there was trouble. Derek was fully prepared to go alone tonight. It was his idea after all and he was pretty sure he could handle whatever he would encounter. Yet Stiles hadn’t let him. He didn’t offer to tag along, he just did.

When asked, the werewolf would say he hated being alone with Stiles. The boy was never not moving and only silent when sleeping. Scratch that, even asleep Stiles wasn’t silent. He was a source of constant movement, night or day, always in the periphery of Derek’s attention. It was impossible not to watch Stiles, even more so when they were alone.

Walking through the woods at night and trying to keep a low profile was also pretty much impossible with Stiles, a fact proved when Derek grabbed the boy’s elbow not for the first time that night to keep him upright. If it were up to him, he would’ve gladly let him faceplant in the leaves, but they were making enough noise as it was already. 

“Do you think you could be any louder?” he hissed, shoving Stiles along the path. 

“Do you think you could be any rougher?” Stiles threw back in a low voice, rubbing his hand over where Derek had grabbed his arm. He wouldn’t bruise, Derek hadn’t grabbed him that hard; chances were he was just sour about missing out on game night with Scott. He’d heard them talking about it yesterday, Stiles lamenting about him and Scott needing a boy’s night with pizza, energy drinks and playing video games in their underwear. Derek didn’t understand why Stiles would choose a night in the woods with him over that.

“Now what?” Stiles stopped at the ridge, looking out into the forest on the hill below them.

“Now we wait,” Derek answered, dropping down into a crouch and tugging the boy down with him. Stiles fell to his butt with a grunt, but pulled his legs under him a moment later, jostling Derek’s shoulder when he came up to his knees. 

“You see anything?” Derek didn’t answer that, nor the next question: “Hear anything?”

Stiles rolled his eyes at the werewolf’s lack of communication and then shrugged his backpack off. He pulled the bag in front of him and opened up the zipper. At first Derek ignored the apple that was presented to him, but Stiles only shook it in emphasis until he took it. 

For a few minutes, Stiles was as quiet as he ever got. Which meant that the sounds of him chewing on his own apple mixed in with the sounds of the forest. 

When the humming started, Derek shut him up at first. It helped for a few minutes, but not long. Because the wind was in their favour, Derek gave up on shushing Stiles: it was easier to just tune him out and concentrate on the sounds that reached him from the forest. 

It took a good while before the words showed up in his mind. Bits and pieces of song lyrics just floating around his brain, easy to ignore. It wasn’t until he caught himself starting to hum the same tune that he rounded on the boy next to him. “Damn it, Stiles!”

Stiles simply laughed softly. “It’s quite the earworm, isn’t it?”

3.

“Give me a second, I’m just gonna… Yeah, I’ve got it all right here,” Stiles said through the phone, clicking around on his computer. “Whole list of it, actually. I’ll send you an email right now.”

Derek hung up the phone and grabbed the laptop from the coffee table. It was a refurbished laptop that Stiles had made him buy a few weeks ago, claiming that ‘no self-respectable Alpha in the twenty first century could go without, especially if they don’t want to say goodbye to their frigging flip phone’. 

The mockery of his phone by his pack was getting old. The device maybe wasn’t as up to date as the other phones, but it held up in a fight and that was something Derek valued more over the use of the latest social media apps. However, contrary to popular belief, Derek wasn’t completely unaware of pop culture, which was why he immediately recognised the video for what it was.

It was hidden in the list of websites Stiles sent him. Derek was working his way through the links one by one, working up a steady appreciation of Stiles' research skills, when his laptop suddenly started playing music after he clicked the fourth link on the list. 

He almost called Stiles to tell him off, but settled for aggressively closing down the browser window. 

The other links were all normal, providing him with the information he asked for and then some. 

4.

“You want anything, hon?” The waitress directed the question to Scott, who placed his order of a large breakfast spread with an equally large smile. She wasn’t placated by it and Derek resigned himself to giving her an extra big tip for putting up with his raucous pack on her early morning shift. 

“I’m so hungry, I could eat a horse,” Stiles said to the table at large, patting his stomach. 

“Should’ve ordered something else than bacon then,” Isaac deadpanned from across from him.

Stiles smiled impishly. “My love for bacon is strong, I can’t help it.”

“Can you make bacon from horses?” Scott wondered out loud and that set off a whole discussion about the consummation of horse meat.

Derek let it all wash over him, leaning back in his chair. His pack was fine, all were whole, or whole again at least. Isaac was wearing a track shirt that Stiles had lying in the back of his Jeep, replacing his own shirt that was ripped to pieces. There was blood on his jeans still, Derek could smell it from across the table, but it wasn’t visible against the dark fabric and the wounds were all healed. Erica sported a similar situation, also with mostly invisible bloodstains on her dark clothes, as did Boyd. The blood wasn’t all theirs. Normally, Derek would have told them to go home, wash up, but this Denny’s was closer and growling stomachs had won over the urge to get cleaned up. Or rather, Stiles had strongarmed him into buying his pack breakfast, saying that it was good for bonding and empty stomachs alike.

Not bothering to get in on the conversation, Derek let his eyes glide over his pack members, ensuring himself once again that everyone was in one piece. He got stuck on Stiles, distracted by the way his T-shirt pulled taut when he moved his arms behind his back to stretch. Derek hadn’t seen the article of clothing before, it had been hidden underneath a grey striped hoodie; he guessed that was ruined too. It was a black T-shirt with a jumble of letters and symbols on the front. It looked like computer code, or something equally confusing. Undoubtedly it was some pop culture reference, or a bad pun. He didn’t care enough to ask for the meaning of it, yet his eyes kept returning to the text on the shirt, even after their food arrived. 

He recognised a word in the top line from the abbreviations the pack used in their text messages; sometimes it was as if they were allergic to vowels. The letters ‘nvr’ probably spelled never. And below that, was the word ‘annog’, which could be a made up word or it was simply ‘gonna’ spelled backwards. Then it said ‘forgive’, subtract four, and on the bottom something with ‘me’, ‘you’ and ‘splitting soup’. It was complete nonsense, that’s what it was.

Eventually, Stiles caught him looking. “You like the shirt, big guy?” He took a bite of a strip of bacon, cocking his head as he waited for Derek to answer.

“It’s ridiculous. It doesn’t even make sense.”

Stiles grinned. “Sure it does. You just have to figure it out.”

Next to him, Boyd took a look at Stiles’ shirt and scoffed. “Isn’t that joke ancient by now?”

“Classics never go out of style,” Stiles argued, pointing the strip of bacon at Derek’s second. “Besides, I like it. It’s got meaning.”

“Like your stripper mom’s T-shirt?” Erica asked snidely. “Because that one’s just rubbish.”

“Nah,” Stiles smirked and then he winked at Derek. “This one has a better roll to it, doesn’t it, oh Alpha mine?”

It clicked for Derek in that moment and he let out a long suffering sigh. “I should rip your throat out…” 

“With your teeth, I know,” Stiles finished for him, happily munching on another strip of bacon.

5.

Up until now Derek had always thought that brownies were something to eat, not annoying little creatures to kill. Or, well, that’s not exactly true. He knew they were mythical creatures, but he’d thought they were just that. Mythical, not real. And how bad could they be if they ended up being real? Pretty damn annoying, it turned out. They didn’t look like much, but they had razor sharp teeth and equally sharp nails that cut through clothes and skin like miniature knives through butter. And like a wolf pack, their strength was in numbers. However, he refused to lose to something small and annoying, so, in the end, the wolf pack won. 

Derek looked around at his pack, who were panting and bloody, but otherwise okay. Erica was frantically raking her fingers through her hair, cursing angrily at the loose hairs she brushed out with it. “Those fuckers cut a chunk of my hair!”

Boyd diligently looked at the problem area, declaring it wasn’t so bad. Erica huffed in disdain. “No offence, honey, but you haven’t got a hair on your head. What the hell do you pretend to know about it?”

She turned to the other available girl, Allison, and let the hunter fuss over her hair. Derek was long past the point of wondering how the hell that happened. His pack included a hunter, a banshee and a former kamina, he'd learned to not question it anymore.

He patted his pockets, routinely checking for his car keys. Those he found, though they threatened to fall through a tear in his jeans any minute. He came up short when feeling around for his phone. The pocket on that side was cut clean through, empty of its contents. Derek rumbled in annoyance, getting a quick inquiring glance from Boyd. 

"Lost my phone," he explained quickly, already stalking back to the area where he'd been for most of the fight. It was where Stiles was sitting, sagged out against a tree and scrolling through something on his phone. The boy was holding the cuff of his sleeve pressed gingerly against a small cut above his lip, otherwise he seemed fine and Derek didn't have to worry about him.

Sniffing out his phone turned out to be harder than he thought. The ground was covered in quickly disintegrating brownie bodies and while he could appreciate the lack of clean up they would have to do, the smell of decay and blood covered up the other smells in the area.

Derek planted his hands on his hips with a huff, scanning the forest floor around him. His phone was black and pretty small: it could be anywhere. He glanced at the smartphone in Stiles' hand, with its shiny firetruck red cover. Obnoxious and flashy as it was, it would be pretty easy to find.

"What's up, big guy?" Stiles asked from his spot by the tree. "Looking for something?"

"Dropped my phone," Derek sighed, already making plans in his head to drop by the mall in the next town over to get a new phone. He wondered if they still sold flip phones. 

"Oh wait, I'll call you so we can hear it ring," Stiles said, clambering to his feet and moving his fingers over his touch screen.

Sure enough, moments later there was a song playing, a few meters to his left. "That's not my ringtone," Derek said sharply, his eyebrows climbing up to his hairline when he recognised the song.

“It is when I call,” Stiles answered gleefully, watching as Derek went off in the direction of the sound. The warm baritone of the singer was cut off when the werewolf bent down to retrieve his phone, buried half underneath a dead brownie. He wiped it on his jeans and then flipped it open. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” Stiles called out.

“Figuring out how to delete this ringtone,” Derek bit out, tapping the keys forcefully. 

“Hey, no, why would you do that?” Stiles ambled closer and for a moment Derek forgot to tune out his scent. It was a habit that his mother had taught him when he was young; with their keen sense of smell and hearing there was little privacy in a pack: it was common courtesy to try and tune the others out as much as possible in normal, day to day interactions. Derek did it with his own pack too, as much out of self-preservation as in consideration of their privacy. His pack consisted of teenagers, they were generally a whirlwind of strong emotions and unwarranted arousal. He would get whiplash if he’d be able to scent it all. Right now, Stiles smelled of disappointment and vague embarrassment. 

Derek frowned. “Because it’s a cheesy song. A joke.”

The smell of embarrassment got a little stronger. “It’s our thing,” Stiles said with a shrug that wasn’t as casual as he probably hoped. “It’s our song, sourwolf” he tacked on with a smirk, also a bit strained.

“It’s a love song,” Derek said slowly, puzzled, his fingers stilling on the phone keys. It wasn’t like he knew how to change the ringtone anyway. Before now he didn’t even know you could add personalised ringtones to a caller.

“Yeah, well…” Stiles cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He was also getting quite red in the face, yet still Derek couldn’t look away from him. “It’s the sentiment that counts.”

“The sentiment,” Derek repeated, still confused by the situation.

“The sentiment, you know, the message? The idea the song conveys?”

“I know what sentiment means, Stiles,” he said, more gently than he usually was with the teen. “But still… a love song.”

“I know that,” said Stiles, still with red cheeks. “And I know that we,” he gestured with his hand between them, “are not… that.”

Derek pressed down on the sudden urge to ask what exactly they were, if not that. 

“I just think that, it’s just,” Stiles floundered and then he shrugged somewhat defeated. “It’s something that you need to hear, every now and then.” A silence fell between them, one loaded with something Derek couldn’t quite figure out. Not yet.

Stiles took a deep breath and held out his hand. “Give me that, I’ll change it back to your normal, boring ringtone.”

Derek shook his head and put his phone in his jacket pocket, a pocket that was still in one piece. With a nudge to Stiles' shoulder he started to walk away, towards the spot where they parked their cars. Stiles followed him, smelling content and happy, with his lips pressed together to hide a smile.

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Derek hadn’t known he had a first aid kit in his bathroom. Yet there it was, neatly tucked away in the cabinet underneath the sink. The rectangle box felt heavy, like it was stuffed full with all kinds of items a self-healing werewolf would never need. 

“Why do I have this?” Derek asked as he walked back into the room, knowing for sure he never bought it, so someone else had to. Someone named Stiles, probably. 

“Because you have humans in your pack,” Stiles answered from the sofa, making grabby hands at the kit before Derek was even close enough. He took the box, putting it in his lap and opening it immediately. “There should be ice packs in the fridge,” Stiles directed without looking up.

And indeed there were. Derek grabbed two and a towel, making his way back to Stiles. He carefully sat down by the foot that the boy had put up on the sofa. His sneaker was already off, but he still had his sock on. The werewolf carefully placed the ice packs on both sides of Stiles’ swollen ankle, wrapping them in place with the towel. 

Meanwhile, Stiles was wrapping his arm up. It was his lower left arm, making it not too hard for him to do himself; the bandage was a little wonky, but it’d do for now. It was just a large scrape anyway, the bandage was mostly to keep the wound clean. 

That left the cut on his eyebrow. Derek watched Stiles feeling around the cut with his fingers of his one hand, while holding a butterfly bandage with his other. It wouldn’t work, but he waited until Stiles grimaced and locked eyes with him, a crooked, bloody butterfly bandage still in hand. 

Derek leaned forward and picked a clean bandage from the kit. “This one, right?”

Stiles nodded and kept his eyes on Derek when he scooted closer until he was seated next to the boy’s hip. The cut was already cleaned and disinfected, all that was left was to place the bandage. Maybe two, Derek thought, as he eyed the cut critically. Stiles had said it wasn’t deep enough to warrant stitches and he’d gotten hurt often enough to know, Derek presumed. It didn’t sit easy with him, though. He didn’t like to see his pack get hurt, especially the humans because they didn’t heal as quickly as the werewolves did. And, he didn’t like seeing Stiles get hurt. 

Derek carefully placed the butterfly bandage across the cut. Stiles smelled of blood and pain, though the boy assured him the latter was mostly from his ankle. Spraining an ankle hurt, Derek knew from experience, even though for him the pain was always short lived. Stiles closed his eyes as Derek put a second bandage in place and covered them with a larger bandaid. “There, that should do it.” 

“Thanks,” Stiles said softly as Derek put everything back in the kit and quickly tidied away the mess. 

“Want to watch a movie?” The question came somewhat unexpected for Stiles, yet he smiled and nodded quickly. Derek tossed him the remote so he could select a movie from the streaming services the boy had set up himself a while back and went into the kitchen to grab them something to drink. 

When he came back Stiles had a superhero movie lined up, one that Derek hadn’t seen yet but he knew Stiles had. He pulled the coffee table closer to the sofa so Stiles could reach his drink and then sat down, carefully placing Stiles' injured foot in his lap. The boy’s heartbeat ticked up and his cheeks coloured red, yet he didn’t say anything. Derek nodded for him to press play on the movie and gently eased his hand a little ways up Stiles’ pant leg, just above the ice packs, to make skin contact and leach away his pain. 

“Thanks for coming back,” Stiles said quietly over the sounds of the opening scene. “And taking care of me.”

Derek glanced at him, at the way Stiles held his eyes glued to the tv screen to avoid looking at him directly. He waited a beat for Stiles to take a sip of his soda. “That goes without saying, Stiles,” he emphasised then. “I wasn’t gonna run around and desert you.”

Stiles made a choking sound and sprayed his drink everywhere. Derek kept his foot in place while the boy flailed and laughed, wiping the soda from his face with his sleeve. “Damn it, Derek! It came out of my nose!”

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[fullsunised]

Can i request NCT Dream imagine where you misunderstood seeing him with a girl and they hear you crying to your best friend on call when they reach home 🤍

𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠²⁰: 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

genre: fluff

trigger warnings: none

a/n: uh, I'm thinking maybe I should start an anime account like write imagines for anime characters, or I should start doing female idols and smut. idfk what this is, but hope it makes sense. went a little crazy at jeno.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

boy just got home from a long schedule, when he hears faint sobs coming from inside of your faint bedroom. he was about to call your name to ask what was wrong but instead he hears your voice.

"there was another girl with him, ___. what if he's-", your voice trailed off not wanting to think of the worst of possibilities. mark would instantly guess you were talking about him, because he did see you come to greet him today, and before he could call out your name you left. was it because you saw him with his makeup artist? the older sister he was kinda close to.

he pushes the door open, finding you on your shared bed, your phone pressed to your ear and hot tears streaming down your pretty face. his heart cries at the sight of you crying. noticing him you end the call with your best friend refusing to meet his eyes.

"Baby, is everything okay?"

no answer. mark lets out a soft sigh, walking closer to take a seat next to you on the bed. his hands instantly reach for your's holding them like he never wants to let go, not even in a million years. 

"If you're worried about the girl you saw me with in the morning, don't be. I have my eyes only for you, and the makeup artist is like my older sister. baby, I love you. nothing else, or no one else can change that"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 ❞

bro just took a shower and walked out of the toilet, a towel wrapped around his torso, and a t-shirt covering his top. his hair was wet, which he purposefully didn't dry because he wanted you to do it. he loves it when you do that for sure. so, when he's walking to you, you who were in the kitchen preparing food for both of you, he hears your soft sobs.

he watched your back wondering what you were so upset about, and he recieves his answer is less than a second. "what if she likes him? they looked so close", your voice said quietly. you were mindful he was inside taking a shower, so you kept your voice as low as you could. 

shaking his head, he walks up to you wrapping both his arms around your waist definitely startling you a little cause you jumped in your place a little. unlocking your phone, he ended your call with your best friend without even saying anything. and you didn't protest, it was better to talk it out with him than complain and cry about it to your friend.

"love, that's disappointing. but I don't want you to worry about anyone else. just because I am close to them doesn't mean something is actually going on. I love you and no one else so please", he mumbled from next to your ear.

you let out a sigh apologising for ever doubting him. boy forgives you easily cause how can he ever stay mad at his girl, hmm..

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

it isn't everyday that you were over to visit jeno, nor was it everyday that he hears you cry to your best friend on the phone. you were too busy pouring out your feelings that you didn't notice, your boyfriend standing behind you in the toilet of your house.

jeno sighed slightly, knocking on the door you locked yourself and waited. hearing a faint knock, you ended the ongoing call with your best friend, wiped your tears off with the back of your hand before opening the door.

as soon as your eyes landed on jeno, you smiled slightly hoping on the inside you don't burst out crying. jeno didn't say anything but just walked inside and locked the door behind him. his hands reached to cup your face, making you look right into his love filled eyes which instantly filled you with guilt.

"Baby, I want you to talk to me. tell me what's wrong. can you do that for me, hmm?"

you nodded not being able to say no to him. "I was just- jealous of how close you and __ are", you whispered ashamed of yourself. how can you let jealousy get this far? jeno chuckled softly leaning in to kiss the top of your head. 

"I don't want you to worry about anything, sweetheart. I love you and only you with all my heart, so don't let anything like this make you upset hmm?"

you nod again. "I want to hear you speak, darling", he said still having your face in his hands. you flushed slightly at the string of nicknames he has been calling you until now, but nonetheless giving in, "I promise, and I'm sorry"

"Don't be"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗛𝗔��𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

the moment you start giving him the silent treatment he knew something was wrong. those suspicions were confirmed as soon as he heard soft sobs coming from inside your room that you barely used.

he wasn't meant to eavesdrop but he did anyway because what was bothering you so much, that you didn't even share it with him. pressing his ear to the closed door, he tried his hardest to decipher your words.

"He's touchy with everyone, I know but I don't know with her it felt different", you mumbled defensive about your feelings. you were most likely sure you were over thinking it but either way it was a fact that your feelings were hurt.

as soon as he heard you say those words, boy is gonna barge in. you have to end your call otherwise he wouldn't be okay with it. when you do, he's gonna sit next to you, hold your hands, kiss your fingers.

"I love you, my love. I don't want you worrying about anything. if me being close to my manager makes you uncomfortable, I'll stay farther away", he firmly states his voice loud and firm.

you smile slightly resulting in him jumping on top of you and drowning you in kisses.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗔 ❞

he never wants you to doubt what you two share, he always made it clear enough for you to hear but you couldn't help but feel inferior to everyone else that was around him. it was jaemin after all, the man with charms.

so when you encountered a girl touching his arm in whatever way it maybe, you weren't shocked, you were just upset. what if what you saw was real, and that you were actually just there in his life made your heart hurt.

sure you were making assumptions which is why you called your bestfriend to find out her opinion, which was a bad choice because as quickly as you started speaking you broke down.

jaemin who returned from a long day of practise, called your name out. when he recieved no response, he came knocking to your bedroom door, only to find you struggling to speak, tears all over.

crouching in front of you, he held you arms. "Is everything okay?". you nod not wanting to ruin his day by talking about your pointless worries. but it was jaemin, he pressed in wanting to get an answer from you.

when you tell him all you feel, pour your heart out all he's gonna do is pull you into a soft kiss, a kiss that would be enough to tell you how much you mean to him.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞

he would straight up ask you, it wouldn't even get to the point where you'd have to complain to your friend. but on those days when he was too busy to notice your shifting persona, or your cold texts towards him, he never expected to come home to hear you crying.

as soft it may be, you were still upset about something. so much that you were crying. "tell me I'm tripping, but what if they do have something going on?". as you say those words, he pushes the door open barging in, not caring if your friend was on call, or if you were crying.

stands tapping his feet so that you'd end the call, so that he can finally have the conversation you need to be having with him instead of going to your bestfriend. of course he's up for you sharing your problems, but wouldn't like it as much when you complain instead of communicating.

would hold your face, clicking his tongue because as much as he loves you, you doubting him is absolutely absurd. patiently explains how you shouldn't worry so much.

"I love you, y/n. you're everything, so please never think I'd be cheating or you, or misunderstand".

you'd nod ashamed. boy is gonna order food, and then yall will be cuddling watching a film or something cuddling each other.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞

wouldn't know what to do. when it comes to relationships and all he's a bit inexperienced, so when he finds you crying inside your bedroom, talking to your bestfriend on the phone, he freezes. what did he do so bad that you were crying?

listens in, to find out the actual reason. would actually wait until you're done taking to your friend to talk to you, because he actually needs to prepare what he needs to say. would be very firm with his words even though he's shy usually.

you'd walk out wiping your tears, to make food for both of you. holds your tiny hands in his, rubbing them softly, comforting your heart a little by doing so. would be very honest with his feelings, like wouldn't even be able to speak proper sentences.

"I love you...um, so you don't have to worry about anyone else. it would nice if you could..uh trust me, because I trust you".

is awkward for the rest of the day because he wants to give you your space, but you'd give in apologising for your meaningless worries, before yall go back to cuddling.

©️FULLSUNISED.

[mikewheeleranti]

potions troubles

ominis gaunt x reader

sypnosis- when making a wiggenweld potion with your potions partner, ominis, goes extremely wrong, and leads to confessions. lowercase intended, slight angst?, mc slander, tension towards the end.

wc- 627

a/n: send in requests 4 ominis or harry potter characters im so bored

“well, i must say our potion is utter rubbish.”

you scoff, “our? ominis, me and the textbook were both advising you the whole time that wormwood was not needed for this potion, and that it would turn out just how it is. brown and boiling.”

you get no response other than a grimace and a chuckle from sebastian’s station, conveniently placed next to yours. looking over to where he was, you saw him and the new fifth year and their potion-one that looked exactly how it should. groaning and looking over to the complaining ominis who seems to believe he should've just bought the potion from j. pippins, an idea you quickly shut down.

“that would be a bigger mess than we already have, you dunderhe-” you were quickly cut of by yourself gasping and the pot in front of you both violently shaking. you quickly brought the cauldron off of the heat and let it cool until it stopped shaking. panicked, you look at the clock to see that there are only 30 minutes left of class and professor sharp is coming over to your station. standing taller and leaning close to ominis to reach his ear when you whispered to him, you were desperate for any kind of help.

“professor sharp is coming, ominis.” backing away from him now, you could see a lingering tint of rose on his cheeks. this was a weird thought to have, it's ominis gaunt you're talking about, and you're sure he likes the new fifth year. but why did he still look flushed?

“ahem,” bracing yourself for lost house points, you turn around to face professor sharp, who continues, “may i ask you why your wiggenweld potion is burnt, brown, and almost just exploded?” right. you boiled the "attempt" at a wiggenweld potion, that's why ominis was red. not because he liked you, or anything of the sort-

"right, y/n?" you turned to look at ominis, realizing you zoned out while he was talking. "i'm sorry?"

"i was telling professor sharp that our burner malfunctioned and turned to a higher setting," ominis turned to him now with a charming smile, "which i'm sure my family can compensate for, professor." you quickly thanked ominis on your way out, knowing without him sweet talking sharp you would've lost house points for that screw up.

you were now on your way to dinner, laughing and making jokes with ominis on the way. your laughter quickly ended when you saw that sebastians new friend was sitting across from him, in your spot. you scowled and turned around to go back to your common room before ominis grabbed your hand.

"where are you going?" you truly didn't want to have to explain to him why you wanted to leave. it's petty to be so worried about one spot at a table, but it was your spot next to ominis, and now they would be sitting together. amazing, considering he clearly already liked them.

"the new fifth year is in my spot, and i wouldn't want to bother you two." you saw a confused look spread across his face, the one you couldn't help but admire any time you got the chance. "i mean, maybe you can even score a date."

"okay, what are you talking about? do you think i like them?" now it was your turn to look confused, "you don't?"

"no, y/n. i thought i had made it pretty obvious who i had feelings for." he stepped closer to you now, moving his hand up towards your neck. "i guess i should've made myself clear." he was now whispering into your ear, and before you knew it he was walking off with a smug look.

"hey, you can't just leave after that!"

[l1tw1ck]

Honey for Some Honey

Bottom!FTM!Kaeya x Top!Masc Reader

AFAB Language Used | send suggestions for a prt 2 ^^

Contains: Step-Cest, Non-Con Touching, Panty Kink, Cunnilingus, Sex

Words: 1,553

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Kaeya's dad married your mom, meaning you get to see him every morning in just an oversized shirt and panties. He's way too comfortable with everyone but hey, you're not complaining.

You always hope he bends over or reaches up so you can get a look at his plump and perfect ass. He rarely does but today, he's struggling to get his favorite honey from the highest cabinet. Even with his amazingly long model-like legs he can't quite reach it, but you can.

Of course you put it up there on purpose, how else would you be able to get this amazing view?

"Are you serious? Who even put this up here?"

You walk up behind him and press your boner against his ass. "Need any help?"

Kaeya chooses to ignore your length poking him, he needs that honey for his tea. "That would be appreciated."

"It'd be nice to have some compensation though...honey for some honey." Your hands lightly massage his shoulders. "If you know what I mean."

"Absolutely not." Kaeya pushes you away and crawls on top of the counter, his ass in a wonderful display. "I'll get it myself."

"Thanks for the view, Kae."

"You're a fucking pervert." He steps down and pulls his shirt down. "Not to mention, sex in return for honey is a completely unbalanced transaction."

"Come on, don't you want your step bro to show you a good time? You don't even have to do anything, just let me touch you." You move your arms underneath his shirt, pulling at the band of his underwear. "All the guys I've been with have told me my fingers are magic. My mouth too."

"Yeah? I bet you haven't even gone past first base." Kaeya scoffs. "I doubt I'd feel anything."

"Really?" You lean into his ear. "Let me show you how wrong you are."

"I decline, but have fun jerking off alone in your room to the thought of me." Kaeya moves your hands away from him and turns around. "Oh, and here's your masturbation material, perv." He says while pulling his underwear off. He throws it in your face before walking away, he can live without his morning tea for one day.

Later, you sent him a picture of his underwear splattered with cum. With the message: "Thanks, Kae."

Kaeya couldn't help but feel a little tingle from seeing that.

He places his phone next to him on the bed and rubs himself through the fabric, drenching it with slick. "That perv is gonna love this.."

He slips his fingers inside and fingers himself. Kaeya rolls his head back and thinks about you finding his slick coated underwear on your bed, sniffing it and instantly getting a boner.

Kaeya imagines you jerking off to it, groaning and fantasizing about all the things you'll never have the privilege to do to him.

"Ah-" He reaches his peak and moans, quietly enough that no one else can hear.

He'll drop off his underwear onto your bed when you leave.

You damn near lost your mind when you found his panties on your bed, you sent him a video this time.

"You're a real tease, Kae." You groaned, jerking off over his drenched panties. "You're so fucking hot, wanna fuck you so bad.."

Kaeya could hear the desperation in your voice, the husky lowness made him so horny.

During dinner, neither of you can keep your eyes off of each other. Kaeya can feel you fucking him with your eyes and his underwear is already drenched, he's thankfully wearing shorts though.

"Mom, remember those tickets I gave you? You two should start getting ready now"

You bought tickets for some boring event your mom likes to get her and your stepdad out of the house.

Once they leave, Kaeya pulls his shorts off and walks over to the counter. "Still offering that honey deal?"

You quickly make your way over to him. "Of course."

He brings himself up onto the counter and pulls his shirt up. "Here's your honey, perv."

You almost start drooling, Kaeya truly is a sight to behold. With his perky chest and hard nipples down to the very obvious damp spot in his white panties, gods, you don't know what to do with yourself.

You kneel down, at the perfect height to eat him out. You run your hands along his soft plump thighs and bury your face in between them, breathing in his sweet scent. The sight makes Kaeya ache, he loves seeing you look so pathetic underneath him.

You lick him through the fabric, groaning heavily and palming at your boner.

"You're such a pervert." He throws his head back and you hum in agreement. He pulls his underwear to the side.

You part his folds and kiss his clit, lingering on it for a moment and making Kaeya shiver. You move in to devour his wet cunt, eating him like a starved man, like you hadn't eaten minutes earlier.

"Shit-" Kaeya's voice is breathy and high pitched. He wasn't expecting you to be this good. "Lik- like that-"

You grin, feeling smug that you proved him wrong. You slip a digit inside him, his walls pulsing around your finger.

"Oh gh- god-" Kaeya gasps, he never realized it but your fingers are big, just one feels like two of his. How would your cock feel..? "Gonna come~!"

You keep your finger inside him while licking his sensitive clit, feeling him clenching and unclenching around your finger and imagining how he would feel coming on your length instead.

You pull away, chin drenched in slick, and look up at Kaeya.

He pets you, chest rising with each breath. "Good boy."

"Can I fuck you, Kae? Please?"

He purses his lips. "D'you have a condom?"

You stand up. "Yeah, but it's so much better raw."

Kaeya looks to the side, the thought of you having sex with someone else raw makes him jealous. "As long as you pull out, okay?"

You nod, a wide grin on your face as you pull your shorts and boxers off. Kaeya holds back a gasp when he sees your full length.

"Actually.." Kaeya closes his legs instinctively. "You're too big.."

"You'll be fine, Kae! I'll go slow." You rub his thigh with your thumb. "I'll be gentle."

Kaeya sighs. He absolutely wants that inside of him but the rational part of his mind is extremely anxious. "You better be." He stares at your length. "I've never taken anything this big before.."

The most he's taken is a 5 inch dildo, the toy pales in comparison to yours.

You smirk. "Of course." You grab his thighs and pull him towards you before slowly entering him. You groan at his tightness while Kaeya grimaces at the stretch.

"Gods, you feel amazing Kaeya."

He moans, loving the feeling of you entering him despite the pain. "Gonna tear me apart-"

You grip his thighs tightly, trying not to shove your entirety inside him and fuck him like a doll. "Don't say that.."

"Pervert." He smirks. "You're so fucking big, daddy, I can barely take you~" He teases. He's about to say something else but stops when he sees your reaction, breathing heavily and clearly using all you can to restrain yourself from being rough.

"Kae. Don't.."

Kaeya can't help but snap that rope keeping you from doing that. "I might come just from having you inside me, daddy~ Mm, so big and th-"

He's interrupted by your sudden thrust, a loud moan escaping his pretty lips as you bottom out. You pick him up off the counter, gripping his ass tightly as you fuck him without mercy.

Kaeya breaks out into cries of pleasure. "Fuck~!" He digs his nails into your back, almost piercing the fabric with his nails.

He rolls his eyes back, moaning shamelessly due to your hard and rough thrusts preventing him from even trying to stay quiet.

You land a harsh smack to his ass, pulling a shriek from Kaeya. "Is this what you wanted?" You ask, nipping at the outer part of his ear.

"Ye- yes~!" He chokes on his saliva. "Ah- gon- uh~ come~!"

You keep up the pace, fucking Kaeya even as he's reached his climax. "'M close too-"

"Outs- outside~!" Kaeya squeaks, slapping your back.

You rest him on the counter and retract your length slowly. Kaeya almost wishes he didn't tell you to pull out, he misses the feeling of having you inside him.

You push his underwear back to normal, jerking off and shooting your spend over the white fabric.

Breathing heavily, Kaeya watches you ruin his underwear with cum. "...Shower?" He asks quietly, his intentions anything but pure.

You smirk, catching on, and carry him bridal style into the bathroom. You sit him down on the sink and pull his underwear off, tossing it into the basin before removing his shirt and throwing it elsewhere.

He helps you take yours off, staring directly at your abs. You move to turn the shower on, adjusting the water to a good temperature for Kaeya.

He goes into the shower first, looking at you seductively as the water cascades down his body. He leans against the wall, turning his head towards you and jutting his ass out.

"Are you coming, big boy?" He winks.

[mi-rae07]

Kim Hongjoong : You and Her (Part 1/2)

Pairing : Kim Hong-Joong (Ateez) and named character (Lee Hana)

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Synopsis : Hongjoong and Hana are new parents, which come with a lot of new challenges with the new baby. And in between facing all of that, Hongjoong forgets about the person who gave him his daughter in the first place, his attention shifts to Hannie when his wife needed him most. And now she’s reached her breaking point. What will happen? Especially when hongjoong has his own problems.

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A/n : does anyone want a part 2☝️

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Hongjoong entered their house after a long day at work, having left at 8 and the time now being 2am. Except as soon as hongjoong closed the door behind him the sounds of a baby wailing and crying hit his ears, causing hongjoong to quickly throw his bag away as he rushed towards his newborn baby's nursery. But just as he was about to climb the steps he paused in front of the living room, realizing his wife was sitting on the sofa, blank eyed as if she wasn't hearing anything.

If she was here, who was taking care of their daughter?

Hongjoong : hana?

Hana flinched at the sound, looking at hongjoong as a tired smile fell on her face. A smile, did she not hear her daughter crying?

Hana : you're back. The dinner-

Hongjoong : hana, she's crying.

Hana looked back straight, her expression once again blank as she said

Hana : she's always crying.

Hongjoong : why are you here then? You should be with her, trying to get her to sleep-

Hana : well you're home now anyway, you go do it.

Hongjoong frowned at her words, astonished. She had never been like this.

Hongjoong : what? Look, it's not as if I have a problem with looking after my own daughter but you just…you seem so unbothered, hana.

Hana : I am unbothered, she's crying for the most useless of things. One time it's for her toy, the next it's because of the light, and then it's because her dress is slightly folded.

Hongjoong scoffed, walking closer to hana as he tried ignoring his daughter's cries for a few minutes. Because this was more important, because what was hana saying?

Hongjoong : hana, she is not even a year old, what do you expect from her?

Hana : to stay quiet for at least an hour? So that I can rest? Sleep? Eat?

Now he was angry, she was treating their daughter like a dog.

Hongjoong : hana! What is wrong with you? This is literally the only thing you have to do, take care of the baby. Why can't you do even that without complaining like this?

Hana looked at hongjoong with angry eyes, standing up as she said

Hana : you think it's that easy? To look after a baby 24/7?

Hongjoong : no one told you any of this would be easy, hana. But I go to work everyday, working my ass off to provide for the both of you. And then I come back home and take care of the baby and the housework. If I can do all of that, why can't you just stop the baby from crying instead of lazing around like this?

Hana : this is exactly what I expected you to do, disvalue all that I do once we have that baby.

Hongjoong : all that you do? What exactly is it that you're doing, huh? You quit work, you don't talk to me anymore, you're always shut off and depressed, not a single smile to be seen in your face ever, you won’t talk to you friends either and now you won't even look after our daughter?

Hana was getting frustrated even more now, did he not get it? Did he not fucking understand?

Hana : you think I'm doing all this because I want to? I want to talk to my friends as well, hongjoong! I want to go out with them as well! I want to be happy as well, I want to wear the dresses I like as well but I fucking can't! why? WHY? BECAUSE I JUST HAD A FUCKING BABY, OKAY?

Hongjoong looked away, his hands on his hips as he said

Hongjoong : everyone has babies, hana-

Hana : WELL I DON'T CARE ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE HONGJOONG, I'M TALKING ABOUT ME NOW, AREN'T I? SO STOP DRAGGING OTHER PEOPLE IN HERE! STOP DISVALUING MY WORK AND CALLING ME FUCKING LAZY WHEN YOU WANTED THIS CHILD IN THE FIRST PLACE!

Hana had never screamed at him like this before, he could see the tears in her eyes. She was really hurt.

Hongjoong : hana-

Hana : I QUIT MY JOB BECAUSE I HAD TO TAKE CARE OF OUR CHILD! I'm not talking to you because I'm tired from having to take care of the baby all the time! I'm not going out with my friends because I have to keep feeding our daughter! And I can't even wear whatever I want because my body looks like a fucking joke!

Hongjoong paused, staring at hana as a tear rolled down her eyes. It broke him apart. Hana smiled as she said brokenly

Hana : good job being the best husband and father ever, hongjoong. Good job going to work everyday and then coming back home and doing even more work. But I'm sorry I can't do the same, I'm sorry I have failed you, our daughter and our family.

Hana walked away, climbing up the stairs as she headed towards her daughter's nursery. Hongjoong bit his lip, plopping down on the sofa as his head fell against his hands.

If his wife had had to say all of this to him, crying and screaming, then he had failed as a husband too.

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Hana : shh shh, mama's here.

Hana let out a breath as she picked her daughter up, cradling her closer to herself as she let hannie have her milk. Hana's breasts had already been sore from all the feeding she had done throughout this day and the day before. But it wasn't like she had a choice, was it? She loved her daughter, and these were sacrifices she had to make.

Hana looked at the mirror in front of her, her once bright brown eyes now having dark eyebags underneath them. They had lost all it's glow, and so had her skin. It was now filled with small acne and scars from her daughter's fusses, the skin all dry and dull. She had gained weight, and that was the worst of them all. She no longer fit in her favourite dresses and she hated it. But even then, when she'd see the small smiles on her daughter's faces here and there, she felt like maybe it was all worth it.

Hana leaned back against the bed with a tired sigh, closing her eyes as she held her daughter closer to her protectively before whispering

Hana : mama loves you hannie, mama loves you a lot. Please forgive her.

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Hongjoong had just finished making breakfast when he heard hana walk down the stairs with hannie, her small gurgles reaching hongjoong's ears as he rushed to where hana was now standing, staring blankly at him.

Hongjoong : give her to me.

Hana looked at the pancakes that were kept on the table as she said

Hana : it's only 7.

Hongjoong : and you're already awake, aren't you?

Hana : because she is.

Hongjoong sighed, taking hannie from hana's hold as he said to her

Hongjoong : come eat the pancakes, I've made it just the way you like it.

Before hana could say anything more hongjoong led her to the dining table, making her sit on the chair as he cut a piece of the pancake before holding it in front of hana's mouth

Hongjoong : say ah.

Hana looked at hannie who seemed to be busy playing with hongjoong's hair as she opened her mouth. The pancakes tasted amazing, especially when hannie wasn't ripping hair out of her scalp.

Hana : hongjoong, what are you trying to do?

Hongjoong : feed you, of course.

Hana : why?

Hongjoong : can't a husband feed his wife?

Hana : well you haven't been a husband to me for so long, only a father to hannie. Why do you suddenly change?

Hongjoong stared at hana with hurt eyes, her taking hannie away from hongjoong before seating her on hana's lap as she said nonchalantly

Hana : go and get ready for work, hongjoong. You'll be late.

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Hongjoong came back early from work that day with flowers in one hand and a toy in the other, to see hana watching tv with hannie lying fast asleep in her arms. Hana did not even turn to look as hongjoong walked up to them with a tired smile, holding the boquet out for hana as he said

Hongjoong : I bought them for you, since you like roses.

Hana : put them in the vase, thank you.

She had never sounded so cold, or was it that hongjoong hadn't noticed?

Hongjoong : hana are you…are you not going to even look at it?

Hana could hear the hurt in hongjoong's voice, so she turned to look at the flowers for a second before turning back to face the tv as she said

Hana : happy now?

Hongjoong : happy? Do you really think I could be happy when the one person I love ignores me and pretends as if I don't even exist to her? My happiness is you, hana, and you I do not seem to have anymore.

Hana scoffed as she said

Hana : so it's my fault again now.

Hongjoong : what, that's not what I meant-

Hana : I did not have you when I needed you either, hongjoong. Sure, you were with hannie all the time, you would put her to sleep, feed her, change her diapers, yes. What about me then? Did you care whether I slept? Whether I ate? Did you even ask me how I was, how I felt? I needed you too, hongjoong, and I didn't have you.

Hana stood up as she realized hannie had started crying by now, snatching the roses from a teary eyed hongjoong as she said, looking straight into his eyes

Hana : these stupid flowers will not make that all okay, it will not give me what I lost, the husband I lost.

Hana walked away from hongjoong, throwing the flowers onto an empty vase nonchalantly before climbing up the stairs to the nursery. Hongjoong let out a shaky breath as tears rolled down his cheek, his hands that held the toy trembling in his fist.

He really had failed as a husband.

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Hana stepped out of the nursery hours later after having finally put hannie to sleep, her eyes tired and her body sore. Hana paused on her tracks as she saw hongjoong sitting with his back against the wall on the floor, his eyes closed. Was he sitting outside on the floor for this long? He hadn't even changed out of his work clothes.

Hana leaned down as she patted hongjoong's arm in order to wake him up as he jumped awake, almost scaring hana as well.

Hana : what are you doing on the floor?

Hongjoong blinked at hana in part confusion as he slowly said

Hongjoong : I was…waiting for you?

Hana sighed, standing up as she said

Hana : don't do it again, it's unnecessary.

Hana started walking towards their bedroom as hongjoong quickly stood up too, following her as he said

Hongjoong : I'm sorry, sorry for not noticing you. I was just too stuck up on our daughter, I wanted to make sure hannie was fine-

Hana : so you forgot about me, yes?

Hongjoong : hana please, you know I love you.

Hana : knowing isn't enough when your husband doesn't even talk to you anymore about matters other than your daughter, hongjoong.

Hana opened the door to their room as she stepped inside, getting on the bed as hongjoong said

Hongjoong : I know I've been a bad husband but you haven't…you could never lose me, hana. I still love you, I always will. And I'm trying to be better, I'm trying to be what I once was.

Hana : great.

Hana laid back on the bed, pulling the blankets over her as hongjoong let out a breath, looking at the floor before saying

Hongjoong : it's just been so hard for me too, hana. Of course, not as much as it could've been for you. But I-I just didn't know how to manage time with hannie and work, and you. It got messed up, but I won't let it happen again. I promise.

Hongjoong paused for a minute, realizing he wasn't going to get any response. He sighed, turning around and was about to leave when a voice interrupted him

Hana : are you going to run away again, like a coward?

Hongjoong paused, realizing what she meant by that. It was the same thing hana had said when hongjoong had first asked her out back in college, when hongjoong was about to leave since hana had given him no response. Just a look.

And now she was giving him the same look, making hongjoong immediately cry as sobs filled the room.

Hana : oh, joong.

Hana quickly got up from the bed, rushing towards hongjoong as she hugged him tight. Hongjoong buried his head on her shoulders as he weeped like a baby, his arms around hana's waist tight, as if he was scared of letting go.

Hana : I won't leave you, hongjoong.

Hongjoong : I thought…I thought you were going to.

Hana chuckled as she ran her hand along his hair before whispering

Hana : how could I ever, you're the father of my daughter.

Hongjoong : I love you, I love you so much I swear I've never not loved you my entire life.

Hongjoong paused as he heard nothing in return, opening his eyes as he asked

Hongjoong : hana? You…you love me too, right?

There was no response. Hongjoong pulled back, realizing that hana was crumbling into dust in front of his own eyes. Hongjoong's eyes widened as he said in panic and fear

Hongjoong : hana! Hana no, no you can't leave me. HANA!

??? : HONGJOONG WAKE UP!

Hongjoong gasped as he opened his eyes, immediately holding onto whatever was in front of him as he panted heavily.

Hana : it was just a nightmare, shh.

Hongjoong let out a whimper as he looked at hana who was kneeling in front of him, her face part worried. Hongjoong felt relief rush all over him as he realized he was still outside hannie's nursery, the time 3am now.

Hongjoong : you're…you're here.

Hana : where else would I be?

Hongjoong stared at hana, his eyes blurry from the tears

Hongjoong : hana are you-are you going to leave me?

Hana frowned, confusion filling her eyes as she asked

Hana : what are you-

Hongjoong : hana please don't leave me. I have…I have no one but you and hannie. You know my parents left me because I was a bad son, right? Are you-are you going to leave me because I'm a bad husband too now? And when hannie realizes I'm a bad…bad father she's going to leave me as well and I'll be all alone again. Oh, I-I-

Hana : hongjoong no.

Hana looked at hongjoong as she realized he was breathing even faster now, sweat forming on his forehead. He was going to that headspace again, and it hadn't happened for years now. For hongjoong to have brought up his parents who had died in an accident when hongjoong was just 9, this was terrible.

Hongjoong : I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry please don't go away from me. I know I'm a bad-

Hongjoong cut himself off as hana brought his head towards her chest, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as hongjoong broke into loud sobs in her arms, his body still quivering and sweaty against hers.

Hana : you're not a bad anything, joong. Shush.

Hongjoong clutched hana's shirt in his hands as he said

Hongjoong : you told me you didn't love me, you disappeared when I told you you loved me. I couldn't…I couldn't save you this is all my fault.

Hana frowned, she had never said that. He was talking about the nightmare he had just had, it was probably triggered by the fact that he lived with the guilt of not having saved his parents, something he couldn't have possibly done at that young age.

Hana : hongjoong-ah, I never did all that. It was just a nightmare, I told you. I'm right here, I'm not leaving you-

Hongjoong : you said that before too! But you still left!

Hana pressed her lips together as hongjoong cried harder against her chest, her own eyes filling with tears at how broken he sounded. He was having one of his episodes.

Hana : hongjoong, that wasn't me okay? Look, look at me.

Hongjoong shook his head, holding hana tighter as he said

Hongjoong : no no you're going to leave me again. No. no I can't-

Hana forcefully pulled hongjoong away from her as she held his wet cheeks, wiping his tears before saying

Hana : see? I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. I won't leave you I promise, hongjoong. And neither will hannie, okay? She's our daughter, your daughter. She will always love you.

Hongjoong stared at hana with tears flowing down still, his lips trembling as he asked in a low voice

Hongjoong : you-you won't?

Hana : never, I promised didn't I? On our wedding day?

Hongjoong closed his eyes as hana kissed his cheek, slowly rubbing his back to calm him down as she whispered

Hana : you're my entire world, I couldn't leave you even if I wanted to.

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Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 7

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

Terrian was standing in a chair changing a light bulb when you reached the first upstairs bedroom. He was wearing jeans and a plaid button-up shirt that clung to his body. His feet were bare, and it was the first time you had ever seen him without his hair pulled back. With his glasses off, lying folded on the bed, and his hair falling across his shoulders, he almost looked like something from the cover of a romance novel. You were surprised that he could be so handsome.

When he noticed you, he jumped down from the chair and grinned, instantly shattering the previous image as he was missing a few front teeth, a result of the attack on the clinic, and suddenly looked very ridiculous. He pulled on his glasses and reached for a package on the bedside table. He reached it to you with a wide smile.

You opened it and reached your hand in, pulling out the pieces one at a time and laying them across the bed. Among them was a short black skirt with white ruffles underneath and a small black top with white lace trim. There were black stockings, white gloves, and a black choker-style necklace.

"Go ahead, try it on!" Terrian said brightly.

You gave him a dirty look. "It's disgusting."

"It's adorable! Didn't you see how cute Anna looked?"

"You're such a pervert,” you said, rolling your eyes at him. 

"Oh, come on. Give an old man something pretty to look at while he bides his time."

You frowned. "You're twenty-nine."

Terrian laughed and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. You locked it, then changed into the costume. It really wasn't as bad as you and Anna made it seem. In fact it actually was cute. But complaining endlessly about the uniforms he picked out was just another way to joke around. Another way to keep your minds from thinking about the world around you.

You walked outside, where Terrian and Anna were waiting in the hall. Terrian practically squealed with delight when you emerged, hugging you tightly.

"So what do we have to do?" you asked, shoving Terrian away.

He handed you and Anna each a sheet of paper. "That's your list of chores. Do them together or split up, it's up to you. Just finish it by the end of the day!"

You groaned as you looked over the list. It was huge and full of lengthy tasks. The two of you decided to do the work together, and as you scrubbed down the bathroom walls, you told Anna about Vartan.

Anna dropped the rag she was holding. "So he's staying at your house? Sleeping on your couch?!"

"Yeah."

"And you're okay with that?"

You stopped working. "I don't have much choice, do I? You said it yourself, we owe him big time. He came to me for help. I couldn't just make him leave."

"That's true. But be careful, he's still dangerous."

"He, uh, promised not to do anything to me,” you said. 

Anna's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," you replied, "and he explained why half-breeds are such hormonal monsters. Turns out they're not allowed to mate with each other, and they were raised to believe that all humans want is sex."

"Wow. That does explain a lot."

You picked up Anna's rag and reached it to her, then picked your own up and returned to scrubbing the wall. "Anyway, I guess he'll be staying with me for a while."

Anna was still watching you. "Are you falling in love with him?"

You faced her. "Of course not! He's a half-breed!"

"But he's different. Haven't you noticed? He acts almost human."

"Yeah, maybe," you answered, focusing on the wall again. You had noticed, but you were trying not to think too much about it. He could turn on you at any moment, and you’d only be hurt if you’d started to think of him as human. 

The day carried on and the two of you worked hard, cleaning and scrubbing and dusting. In the afternoon Terrian called you to the kitchen where he gave you and Anna lunch. You explained the situation with Vartan, and all he had told you, to Terrian.

"You don't seem very surprised," you said when Terrian had little reaction to your story.

He laughed nervously. "Oh, it's very surprising. I just didn't know what to say."

You and Anna looked at each other suspiciously, but then shrugged and returned to your work. You made your way through the upstairs bedrooms, and at the end of the hall came to a set of stairs leading to the third story of Terrian's house. Anna looked over the sheet of paper. "The third floor isn't on the list. I don't think we have to clean it."

"Maybe he just forgot to write it down," you said.

"Or maybe he doesn't want us up there."

You looked at Anna. "Why not? You think he has secrets?"

Both you and Anna stared at each other for a moment before grinning. "Okay, we have to go up there now!" Anna said, starting up the stairs. You glanced back down the hall to make sure Terrian wasn't around, then followed Anna.

The third floor was dark and dusty, and all the doors were shut. They looked as if they'd been closed off for years. You felt a tiny bit guilty for exploring an area he hadn't told you to enter, but then again, he hadn't specifically told you not to go up there either. Suddenly Anna nudged you.

"Look, there's light coming from under that door."

The very last door on the right side of the hall was closed, but indeed there was light visible beneath it. The two of you crept up to the door quietly and pressed your ears against it. You listened for a moment, hearing nothing.

Before another second passed, a feminine voice from the other side of the door said, "Terrian?"

You jumped back, looking at Anna in shock. She wore a similar expression. You nodded to her, and Anna slowly twisted the doorknob. She then flung the door open and both of you peered inside. You gasped, your hands over your mouth.

In a bed in the center of the room laid an incredibly beautiful half-breed. Her hair was auburn, hanging long in soft waves that dangled from the sides of the bed. One eye was aqua blue and the other was so dark brown it seemed black. She was dressed in a pink frilly night gown, something Terrian had obviously chosen. But the horrifying part was that from the knees down, she had no legs. There was an iv hooked up to her right wrist, and she looked frighteningly weak.

Her eyes grew large when she saw you and Anna. She reached a hand toward you, and the two of you shrieked as you dashed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind you. As you ran back to the second floor, you faintly heard a small voice calling for you to wait.

You and Anna stood on the second floor, panting. "Who was that?!" you asked, still unable to get over the shock.

"It was a half-breed, but she looked so weak! Do you think Terrian is holding her prisoner here?"

You shook your head. "No, he's not like that! He always makes excuses for half-breeds. He wouldn't hurt a flea!"

Anna had flopped down into a sitting position on the stairs leading to the first floor. "We think that, but what if we're wrong? What if she's the half-breed who killed his father or something? What if he captured her and he's performing experiments on her to learn about half-breeds and ultimately take revenge?"

Your hands were on the sides of your head, clutching your hair. "And what if, now that we've seen her, he'll kill us to make sure we never tell?!"

Terrian stepped into view at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at them. "What are you girls talking about?"

Anna jumped up and eyed him nervously. "Nothing," she said, "we're not talking about anything."

"Oh? But I thought I heard-"

You took a deep breath. "Anna, we should tell him. She'll tell him anyway if we don't."

Terrian's eyes widened. "She?"

"We saw her," Anna said, looking down.

"Her?" Terrian asked, sweat beads forming on his brow.

"The half-breed," you answered. "The one you keep on the third floor."

Terrian paled and gripped the railing on the stairs. "Oh... God... you really saw her?"

"I'm sorry!" Anna said. "We shouldn't have gone to the third floor without asking you! We promise we won't tell anyone!"

"Yeah, we'll never breathe a word of it to another soul!" you cried.

Terrian suddenly seemed to regain his composure, and he began walking up the stairs, his eyes downcast. "Well, it's too late now. You've seen her."

You and Anna looked at each other in horror, then watched as he approached. You flinched when he reached you, but he simply walked on by, toward the stairs leading to the third floor. He turned to look at you over his shoulder. "Come on up, we'll explain everything."

"We?" you asked.

"Nariah and I.”

You glanced at Anna again before the two of you slowly, cautiously followed him back up the stairs. You ended up back in the room you had found the half-breed in, and she looked up brightly when you entered the room. "Oh, Terrian, so you know they found me," she said.

He nodded, smiling to her. "It's alright. They won't tell anyone about us."

He looked back to you. "This is Nariah," he said, gesturing toward the half-breed. "And Nariah, these are my nurses. Well, maids now."

Nariah smiled. "I'm glad to finally meet you. Terrian has told me so much about you two."

You were stunned. Anna was speechless. 

You struggled to find words, finally asking, “Terrian, what is she doing here?"

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took Nariah's hand. The casualness of it all made you feel dizzy. "I found her in an alley two years ago," he began. "A group of half-breeds had torn off her legs and left her there to die. My first instinct was to walk away and pretend I hadn't seen her. One less half-breed to worry about, right? Back then, I was still bitter. But something told me to help her. I secretly brought her to my home and bandaged her wounds. She was unconscious for three days, but when she awoke, she explained her situation."

Nariah took over from there. "I got into an argument with several of my kind, and they called me a traitor. They intended for me to die in the alley, and I feared that if they ever found me alive, they'd immediately kill me. That's why, when Terrian offered to let me stay here with him, I accepted."

"Nariah isn't like other half-breeds," Terrian told you, "Well, she was at first, but over the past two years she's become so much more human than Pagoda. I hardly think of her as a half-breed anymore. To me, she's just a lady who needs caring for."

Nariah smiled up at him, and to you they resembled a couple who had been married for years. 

Anna's hands were shaking. "That's why you always defend their behavior," she said accusingly. "That's why you feel more comfortable around them. You've been living with one all this time."

"Anna," Terrian started, but Nariah placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

"Terrian has told me much about you, Anna. He told me you're a strong, courageous girl who has survived many horrors. I don't know the details, but I know you were hurt by my kind. I'm sorry for what you've been through. But Terrian has been hurt by those like me as well. At first, he didn't trust me. I didn't trust him. He only tended to me when it was necessary to keep me alive. But the more we talked, the more we came to understand each other. He has taught me much about humans, and I understand now how wrong I was in the past. Please forgive me. Please forgive Terrian for keeping such a secret."

Anna stared at her, her frown melting slowly away. "No, I'm sorry. It's none of my business anyway."

She turned and left the room. You glanced back at Terrian and Nariah, who looked worried. "I'll talk to her," you told them, heading for the door, "And it was nice to meet you, Nariah."

You made your way through the hallway and down the stairs to the second floor. Sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall was Anna, her face buried in her knees and her body shaking with sobs.

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Tara Carpenter/Fem!reader

Summary: instead of it Tara being in the opening scenes in Scream it was you

Warnings: angst but happy ending

WC: 6.6k

Authors note: (Y/mn) means your moms name also not proofread so sorry for any mistakes. hope you enjoy:)

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"You said you'd come."

"Babe I'm sorry but Amber said she needs me."

"Amber? Seriously? You've spent all week with her already."

"Y/n please, not this again. I just wanna spend time with my best friend."

You could hear the tone of annoyance in her voice. You felt the lump in your throat get just a bit tighter at the thought of your own girlfriend not wanting to spend time with you. What could you have done to her, for her to not want to spend time with you. For her to treat you like an after thought.

"What about spending time with your girlfriend? When was the last time we spent time together? It's always Amber this, Amber that and Amber needs me." The tears staring to build as you tired to keep your emotions in check.

"Amber says you're being controlling. That you don't want me to spend time with her because you just want me for yourself. And I don't know maybe she's right. Cause all you do is complain about amber."

Complain? Controlling? All you wanted was some time with your girlfriend. But it seemed like she didn't want the same thing.

"You know what Tara, do what ever you want. If that's what you really think of me, we shouldn't be dating then."

"What? No wai-"

You hung up and tossed your phone on the couch as tears spilled down your cheeks. The screen of the phone breaking when it bounced off the couch and on to the floor. Sliding under the couch. Not knowing that Tara was trying to reach you already. You couldn't believe that you just broke up with the girl of your dreams. She may have been yours. But were you hers?

You wiped your tears as you turned off the stove. You had planned to make dinner for you and Tara. Seeing as she was a vegetarian you had bought a book of recipes filled with vegan food. You had planned to surprise her. You tossed the book on the kitchen counter. You moved to go upstairs when the house phone rang.

The only reason there was a landline in the house was cause of your mom. She had always preferred using that phone instead of her iPhone to call her sisters in her home country. You looked at the phone number that was calling and saw that it was a random number. With the sigh you picked up the phone and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Well who are you trying to reach?" You already regretted answering the phone. The voice you didn't recognize but you've seen the Stab movies. Well one of them and you hated it. The dude was obviously using a voice changer. It wasn't rare to have someone do these type of prank calls. You did live in Woodsboro after all. There were plenty of kids who did these types of calls.

"Well it depends. Is this Y/n?"

"Who's asking?"

"The person that's going to gut you open like a fish."

"Go fuck yourself."

You pulled the phone away from you and ended the call. Kids were so stupid and immature. You made your way towards the security system making sure it was armed, just in case. Once you were satisfied, you looked at the cameras surrounding your home. There were a total of 13 cameras. Four in front of the house two at the front of the door entry three in the back yard and two on each side of the house. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary you turned and continued making your towards the stairs. But froze when you heard the alarm system disarm.

You reached for the tablet that controlled the system and armed it again. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion when it happened again. You armed it again, only for it to disarm again. jumping in fright when the house phone rang. Without looking you answered.

"Hello."

"Tell me Y/n, do you think I made it in to your house before you could arm it again."

Feeling the the fear course through your body was chilling. You looked back up at the cameras. Focusing on the screen only for the fear in you to grow when you realized that the frames were on a loop. Your heart thumbed fast in your chest. You moved quickly towards your moms office. Knowing she kept a hand gun in her safe. She had taught you how to properly use one.

Turning the corner towards the hall that lead to your moms office you came to a horrifying halt. Your eyes widening, seeing the familiar black costume and white ghost mask at the end of the hall.

He tilted his head as he stood there just looking at you in a sinister way. It felt like he was staring at you for hours. But once he moved, you turned and ran as fast as you could towards the stairs. You had to get your phone or the house phone.

Taking a sharp turn towards the kitchen when you realized your phone and house phone were in the kitchen. Hoping to reach either of the phones. Yet when you were only inches away a arm wrapped around your neck. The knife coming down to your stomach. The scream ripping through your lips, hoping it was loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He then roughly pushed you down. Pain shooting through leg before you even heard the snap. You tried to fight. Using anything to get him off you.

But you felt every time the knife was brought down. The agony that followed. The cries of pain that you'd let out. Wishing someone would save you. Wishing that the alarm system knew something was wrong and had alerted the cops. You felt your self be turned over. Your arm shooting up hoping to block the knife coming down towards you. Only for it to go straight through your left palm. Sobbing out in pain when the knife kept on going down.

It was only when your breathing was becoming weaker when you realized that ghostface stopped. He was just staring at you. Waiting for you to take your last breath. With the little strength you had, you raised your uninjured hand. Your fingers gripping the chin of the mask and then pulling it down.

Your eyes widen in shock and confusion at who was under the mask. The familiar light brown eyes looking down at you with so much anger, cruel satisfaction and a sinister smirk.

"Y-you b—bitch."

The red and blue light appeared from distance and Amber watched as you took your final breath. They way you chocked on your blood, the way your chest stuttered in trying to fill your lungs with air. The way your body went limp as your head went to the side. Your eyes staying open. She stood up and put her mask back on before she left running through the back door as the cop cars grew closer to the house.

Not realizing that you still had a heartbeat.

**

Tara had spent a good two minutes trying to call your phone. But every call had gone straight to voicemail. Yes she had realized that she was spending most of her time with Amber, she just really thought Amber needed her. But you were always at soccer practice after school and sometimes it ran late. She'd get lonely in the house by herself. So in the mean time she would spend it with Amber. Her best friend. Chad had told her many times that Amber had a crush on her. But she never paid him any attention cause Amber was her best friend. Amber was also just affectionate. Something you didn't like. But she loves you, she only has eyes for you.

She knew how much you and Amber hated each other. Well it was more Amber hating on you and you never giving her the time of day. There was never a moment where you to would be together and wouldn't be arguing. Tara had noticed that you would always try to be civil but Amber was known for pushing buttons. It was jus who she was. She had tried to talk to Amber but that's when she brought up how you were just being controlling. And Tara foolishly had listened to Amber.

But the second the words left her mouth she had regretted it. She stayed with her words stuck in her throat as she heard you break up with her.

"What? W-wait. Y/n? Hello? Fuck!"

She texted Amber telling her that she wouldn't be able to go to her house. She gathered her things like her purse, phone and her inhaler before grabbing her keys. Without a second thought she left her house and headed to yours.

In car your house was ten minutes away. She saw the flashing blue and red lights before she saw your house. Cop cars surrounding your house, her car coming to screeching a halt. She saw the yellow tape blocking off the road to your house. She jumped out of the car barely remembering to put it in park.

"You can't be here kid."

"No get off me. Is Y/n okay? Y/N?!" The officer held Tara back making her swing and try to get the officer to let her go.

"It's okay let her through." Sheriff Hicks ordered as she walked towards them. She watched as the frantic short brunette searched disparately for you.

When she had gotten the call that there was a silent alarm being triggered at you house she high tailed to it. Your mom being her best friend she had promised to look out for you while Y/mn was away on a business trip. Judy was the first to arrive at your house, seeing nothing wrong as she walked towards the front of the door. She knocked but go no response. She had called out to you but got no response. So she used the spare key Y/mn gave her. Drawing her gun when she saw the mess the house was in. There had been obvious signs of a struggle. With her heart beat in her throat she continued following the mess, clearing every corner and room as she went. She’ll never forget the sight you were in when she found you. She had remembered the grief she felt when she saw your unblinking eyes and the way your chest didn’t move.

"I'm sorry Tara."

The dread that Tara felt before turned into anguish. She felt her lungs closing in on her when she took in the look of pure pity and sadness on the sheriff's face. She felt her knees cave in at what that look could mean.

"No. No! Please no."

"She was found unresponsive. Multiple stab wounds to the body, a broken leg. Tara there's a big possibility that she won't make it. I'm sorry."

The wail the brunette let out was enough to break everyone's heart. Sheriff Hicks stood there not knowing how to comfort her sons friend. She knew first hand how you and Tara were with each other. Anyone with eyes knew how in love you both were. Her eyes widen when she saw Tara's face turning blue. The way the young girl clutched her chest trying to get air in her lungs.

The last thing Tara remembered was wishing she could take back the last words she said to you.

*

"Where's Tara?"

"Did you not hear? Y/n was found unresponsive in her house. They're saying it was a break in and that she tried to fight them off." Liv spoke from her spot on the bench. Directing her attention to Amber.

"Oh I didn't know." Amber said as she leaned back in her seat, her expression changing in to one of false sorrow.

"Yea right, it was ghostface. Her neighbors said they saw a hooded figure in a white mask running away from her back door." Mindy argued with her brothers girlfriend. She wanted to be in the hospital with her best friends but her mother had forced her and her brother to go to school.

"Even if it was ghostface. He doesn't know that Y/n pulled through. They were able to jump start her heart when on the way to the hospital, apparently one of the paramedics said they felt a weak pulse. They were able to keep her going while they rushed her to hospital." Wes said as he got off his phone with his mom.

"What?" Amber's eyes widen at the new information.

"Yea she pulled through the surgery, I mean she lost a lot of blood so the doctors put her in Medical induced coma. Tara had a serious asthma attack when she arrived at Y/n's house last night. She's actually awake now but she's in shock. I'm going to the hospital are you guys coming." Wes stood up from gathering his things. He wanted to make sure tara was alright But he also really wanted to see you. You were his best friend. He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost you.

His friends followed him to his car and they all piled in heading to the hospital.

*

Medical induced coma. She had to finish the job before you woke up. This time she'll make sure you never saw the light of day again.

*

By the time Tara woke Sam had already arrived at the hospital. When she heard from Wes that you had been attacked and that Tara had a serious asthma attack. She did not hesitate to get in her car get back to Woodsboro. Her boyfriend Richie had accompanied her, not wanting her to go alone.

"Sam?"

At the sight of her pale sister her eyes red and puffy from crying. She moved quickly wrapping her arms around her younger sister. Her heart breaking at the cries her sister let out.

"She's gone." Tara cried into Sam's chest.

"Hey no, they haven't told you, Y/n is alive. She had weak heart beat when they found her. She pulled through."

Tara didn't give a verbal response before she shot out of bed. Disconnecting her self from the machines. Her friends watched knowing very well that they wouldn't be able to stop her.

"Tara you have to rest. Y/n will be there whe-No Amber I have to see her now. Sam take me to her." Tara demanded. With a sigh Sam nodded and got the wheel chair that was in the room.

*

Tara covered her mouth when she saw you. You're mouth and nose were covered with an oxygen mask. Bandages covered most of your torso, your left leg was in a boot, your left hand was also covered in a thick bandage.

"Sam." The pure anguish was slowly tuning into guilt when she remembered the last conversation she had with you.

"She'll be fine Tara. I promise."

"I should have been there Sam. I was supposed to be there with her. But I blew her off. I called her controlling, all she wanted was to spend time with me and I called her controlling. I was going to her house to apologize but I didn't make it on time. It's my fau-No. Don't. Who ever attacked her is at fault. Don't blame yourself, you and I both know that Y/n wouldn't want that."

"Why would someone do this? I mean Y/n literally gets along with everyone." Tara mumbled to herself. She had wheeled herself to be right next to your bed. Taking your uninjured hand in hers. Giving it a soft squeeze, hoping that you'd be able to feel it. But you remained motionless.

"Tara I have to tell you something."

*

Tara had sat by herself in your hospital room. She had kicked her sister out of the room, not being able to see her at the moment. Even though she didn't want to, a part of her blamed Sam for the attacked. The thought crossed her mind but she knew deeply that it wasn't Sam's fault. But as she looked at your battered body, she couldn't help but to feel angry.

Who could have done this?

Was Ghostface really back?

But why you? Why attack you?

She couldn't wrap her mind around it. Gripping your hand as she cried softly into it. What would have happened if she was there with you? There were so many different scenarios playing in her head. She wondered if you had tired to go for your mothers gun. She knew Ms.Y/ln kept one in her safe. She had begged your mom to also teach her as well. With you begging as well, your mom caved.

She leaned back in her seat, she hadn't spoken to her sister since she was told the truth. It was almost dark and her phone had died an hour ago. There were two cops outside of your room, which made her feel a bit safe, since the killer was still out there. She been staying in your room all day, only leaving the room to use the restroom that was across the hall. She had sat at the chair next to your bed, barely eating the food Mindy and Chad had brought her. She sat and held your hand for what felt like hours. She had rested her head on the side of your bed, her hand in yours. She was dozing off when she felt something, Her snapped up when she felt your hand give hers a squeeze.

"Y/n? I'm right baby. I'm right here."

Another squeeze was what she got in response. Tara couldn't help the teary laugh she let out. "If you can hear me, I love you so much baby." She could see how your eyeballs moved behind your eye lids, but they wouldn't open. She would give just about anything to see your eyes again.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here when you wake up, okay?" She whispered into your ear, she lightly kissed your temple. She closed her eyes, when she leaned down to lay her head on the bed. This time dozing off, with the hope that you'd wake up soon.

*

A loud crash from outside the room is what startled her awake. She shot up, her back aching from the position she had slept in. Looking at the door that was open, she registered that the halls were quiet, too quiet. She stood up, letting your hand go and gently putting your hand back to your side. Covering you in the blankets, she knew how cold your hands would get when you slept it was the same with your feet. Which is why the leg that was okay was covered in your favorite socks.

She walked towards the door sticking her head out, seeing the deserted hallway. She stepped out standing only a few inches from the door, looking both ways hoping to see at least a nurse or two.

"Hello?"

Glancing back at your resting form. She walked away from your room towards the reception desk. Her feet coming to sudden halt, at the sight of one of the police officers that was supposed to be protecting you. She also saw the body of the lady that helped her find the room you were in. One of your nurses that was trying to keep her hopes up. Her breathing was becoming short, the familiar tightens of her chest, the whizzing. Staggering backwards towards the room you were in. She fumbled with her inhaler, her shaky hands doing little to help. She closed the door to your room and locked it. Pushing the chair under the handle. Jumping in fright when bangs from the other side of the door were heard.

Tripping over her own feet as she moved backwards, the back side crashing into your bed, your heart monitor was the only thing that brought her back. She looked at you, taking you in. Ghostface was back, and he was most likely back to finish the job. Tara straighten up, her fist clenching the anger she felt before returning. She'd fight teeth and nails to protect you.

She looked around the room hoping to find something to protect you and herself with. Seeing the small oxygen in tanks she picked it up and hid. The door giving in a second after she hid.

Ghostface came into the room with only one goal in mind and that was to kill you. She titled her head as she watched you. All the wires and tube connected to you. You must have tried really hard to live. Only to die.

Tara watched as this ghostface, that could only be few inches taller than her. She took a deep breath and came out of her hiding spot slowly and quietly. Swinging the tank as hard as she could. With the force, she lost her balance only for a second. She had hit ghostface, she felt the contact. But he had dodged it, but not completely. The tank had made contact with his shoulder causing him to drop, his knife skidding to the corner of the room.

Tara recovered quickly. Trying to hit him again but he had moved on time. Tara didn't let up. She had given her all. Tying her best to make sure ghostface didn't try to get his knife or anywhere near you. She acted fast, kicking, punching, hitting him with the oxygen tank. Even though she got good hits in. He had recovered and thrown a few of his own, causing her to fall back hard. With the hit she received her focus became hazy but when she saw him get up and go for his knife, her hands shot out to grab his feet. Making him fall. She stood up, going for the folded walker that was resting next to the wall. Both of her hands gripping it as she hit him with it. She heard his grunts of pain. But eventually her worst enemies was her own lungs. She tried to push through, but she felt the familiar tightens in her chest. She moved backwards, fumbling with her inhaler, she took quick few puffs from her inhaler as he stood up. She just needed to keep calm. She couldn't protect you if she went to a panic and had a asthma attack.

"I'll kill her and I'll make you watch before I kill you."

"Tara?!"

She felt the small sense of relief at the sound of her sisters voice, followed by few other voices. That way ghostface would be out numbered.

Ghostface stood there. She knew she had to kill you. But how would she do that with Tara here. Answer was easy. Kill her to. But before she could, she heard the older Carpenter siblings voice. She took the chance of escaping when, Tara slightly glanced away from her. Taking the opportunity of picking up her knife and sprinting out of there. Shoulder checking Tara, making her crash into the wall.

Then Tara heard gunshots, causing her to flinch hard and scramble up to her feet. She got the oxygen tank again, ready to defend you. The hurried footsteps coming her way. She lifted the tank ready to hit whoever came into the room.

"Tara?! Tara are you in there?"

Shoulders dropping and the tank falling to the floor, she steeped out to see her sister.

Sam felt relief was over her at the sight of her younger sister. Sam rushed forward wrapping her arms around Tara. Tara's face had been bloody. The bloody nose and busted lip, Sam could also see some bruises forming on her younger sisters face.

"Are you okay?"

"No, I was so scared." Tara's eyes filled with tears, her eyes drifted where you laid. The heart rate was still normal. Her thoughts drifted to what could have happened if she wasn’t here with you. Ghostface would have killed you. The thought of not having you here with her. Made her sob even more.

They both jumped in fright when they heard someone behind them. Both of them turning around only to see Dewy and Richie, Dewey was helping Richie into the room. Sam moved to help her boyfriend.

"I called the cops. They're on their way. I have to go back at shoot him in the head."

"What no Dewey. You can't we'll just wait here for backup to arrive." Sam argued with the older man.

"I'm sorry Sam but I've made this mistake before, and I'm not doing it again. Stay in here and lock the door, oh it's broken. Uh okay block the door with something." He looked at the girl that was reading on the hospital bed. He heard the news on her attack. How she barely survived. He also knew that ghostface was back to finish the job. They couldn't leave her here alone. Not with that deranged fucker here.

"Just stay in here. I'll be right back." He closed the door, ignoring Sam's pleas to stay. Running after ghostface, he seen him take she stairs trying to escape.

*

When your mom arrived at the hospital you were at, she demanded to have you moved to a different hospital. She gotten in a few minutes after the attack in hospital. She had gotten the first flight back home when she heard that her baby had been attacked. When she saw the state you were in, she had cried her eyes out. The doctors said it wasn't safe to move you, but your mom also knew that keeping you here with that killer still on loose wasn't safe either.

Tara wanted to go with you but there wasn't enough room in the helicopter. She had leaned down to kiss the top of your head. "I'll meet you there okay baby. We'll only be a few minutes behind. Okay? I love you."

They were getting ready to take you up the helicopter. She took your hand into hers. Gently holding it as she waited for the very last second until she had to let you go. She gasped at the sudden feeling of your finger moving. She looked down at your hand and your index finger was moving along the back of her hand. She realized that you were spelling out a name.

B

E

R

Tara looked back at your face to see your eyebrows furrowed but your eye lids stayed closed. "I don't understand baby. What are you trying to say?"

But your face stayed the same, your finger no longer moving. Your eye brows no longer furrowed as your mind went under once again. The little energy you found vanishing.

"Ber? What the hell does that mean?"

**

After taking detour, to Amber's house to get Tara's spare inhaler. She had one at your house but since it was still tapped off she couldn't go to your house.

She had gone upstairs with Amber while Sam and Richie stayed downstairs clearing the party going on in the memory of Wes. Wes was your best friend and she didn't know how you'd react to the news. You're going to be devastated when you wake up. She followed Amber into her room.

Tara didn't notice how close Amber had gotten as she looked for her inhaler. While she was looking for her inhaler she saw something that made her question something 'BER'. Now she would have never guessed this. But then she remembered the feeling of your index finger on the back of her hand.

A

M

B

E

R

Amber.

Her eyes widen at realization. You had subconsciously told her who had tried kill you. Not once but twice. She felt three emotions at this very second. Fear. Betrayal.

Anger.

So much anger.

Someone had tried to kill you. Her y/n. The person she's deeply in love with. That someone was her own best friend. All memories of how Amber interacted with you came flashing in her mind. All times Amber would be cold towards you. All the times Amber had been close to fighting you. All the times you've told her about Amber just being weird, all those times Tara never listened.

Her hand shot out to grab the stapler on the desk, turning around hitting Amber in the face with it. Amber hadn't seen it coming but when she recovered, Tara saw the change in her eyes. The look of a killer and not her best friend. Tara reacted quickly throwing the stapler at Amber's face.

Over taken by her anger she let her fists fly. How dare she hurt you. Amber was someone she trusted, someone she considered family. For her to almost take you away permanently from her, it made her blood boil.

Amber had not expected for Tara to attack her before she got the chance to knock her out. The blows she was getting to her face hurt. She reached for the same stapler that had hit her in the face. Swing it to Tara's face. Pushing her off as she swung again.

Tara had no control over her body as she collapsed to the floor. Her vision faltering as she looked at the girl she once considered a best friend.

"Y/n put up a better fight."

~~~~*****~~~~

The noise of a slightly elevated heart rate was heard through out the room. There was something down your throat that was not allowing you to breath. That's when the panic settled in. Your eyes snapping open in a panic. You could feel yourself gagging on what felt like tube. Barely taking in that someone was next to you, they were slowly pulling the tube out. You gasped in the air you so desperately needed.

"How are you feeling?" The nurse stood in front of you. She was shining her light into your eyes. Your eyes shutting cause of how bright it was.

You opened your mouth to respond but it felt too dry. You tried to remember what happened but came up blank.

"Here there ice chips." She spoke in a somewhat loud but gentle voice. She put them in your mouth, the ice had never felt so refreshing. "Now how are you feeling?"

"Sore." You could barely talk, your voice cracking from not using it in so long.

"That's normal, can you tell me your full name and age sweetie?"

"Y/n Y/mn Y/ln uh I'm 18."

She nodded she gave you another ice chip. You wanted to look around but your body was too sore for it to allow you.

"Do you know where you're at?"

"...the hospital."

"Can you remember why?"

You looked up at the ceiling trying to remember what happened. It didn't take long for the memories to come flooding in.

The argument with Tara. The break up with Tara. Your eyes filling with tears. Then you remembered the phone call. The alarm system. Ghost face. Just as memories came crashing in, so did the pain. But you remembered clearly who was behind the mask.

Amber.

Your teary eyes widening. You tried to get up, but you have never felt so weak. "I—I need to tell them it was amber. I have to-" Warm small hands cupping your cheeks brought you out of the state of panic. Your eyes connected to the dark brown eyes you love so much.

"It's okay we're all alright. Hey, you're okay." Tara's eyes filled with tears of happiness. You were finally awake. It had been a week since the murders of Woodsboro 2022. A week since she heard your voice. A week since she looked into your eyes. She smiled through the tears her hands still cupping your cheeks. Her fingers softly creasing your cheeks.

You took tara in. A part of you was surprised to see her in the room. She stood back after you calmed down, realizing that she wasn't the only one in the room. Your mom was right behind Tara, Sam, Chad and Mindy were in the corner of the room. The more you looked around you realized that Wes wasn't in the room.

"Where's Wes?"

"Y/n let's focus on you okay. I'm going to go over your injuries and how they're doing. You have a total of eight stab wound, all which are healing wonderfully. Your leg on the hand well take longer to heel. I'm sure you have a lot of questions and I'm here to answer as much as I can. If I can't the doctor will be in here shortly." The nurse explained to you.

"Where's Wes?"

The nurse looked away from you towards your family. Your mom looked at you with tears in her eyes. She was happy you were okay but Judy had been her best friend. Same like you and Wes. Hearing that Judy died trying to save her son had been heart wrenching. Since Judy had no other family she had taken care of all the funeral costs for Judy and Wes. She had the service and funeral. She knew how much Judy hated when a persons body was kept in morgue for long. So she knew she had to plan the funeral as quickly as she could. Being buried right next to Wes, her son had always been her pride and joy. Y/mn knew you'd want to be there but she wasn't going to let Judy and Wes wait in that cold freezer a day longer.

"Sweetheart...Wes and Judy are gone."

The noise of the heart monitor was heard picking up. Everyone watched as you broke down and cried for your best friend and his mom who had been like a second mother to you. They watched as you cried, watched as Y/mn moved to hold you as the nurses gave to sedative.

~~~***~~~

Two weeks passed since you woke up. Three weeks passed since the murders. You had been discharged from the hospital. Your mom had moved you and the gang living in her country home. Far away from Woodsboro. It was a big house that could fit everyone. It was until you all left for college in New York. That was still months away.

They told you what had happened while you were unconscious. Amber and Sam's crazy boyfriend had planned to bring her back to town and kill her. How Amber was the one to kill Wes and Judy. How the old Sheriff Dwight Riley was trying to help Sam but got killed, by Amber. How Tara, Sam and her boyfriend had planned to follow you and your mom but had to go to Amber's house for Tara's spare inhaler. Sam was the one to tell you how Tara was the one to kill Amber. Shot her in the two times in body and then in the head.

Tara had killed Amber.

The first thing you did when you left the hospital was ask your mom to take you see Wes and Judy. She agreed knowing very well you had to say goodbye. It was just you and your mom. Your mom had said that almost snuck into the car but you personally requested for it to be just your mom. You love Tara, you do. You were also glad to see she was alright.

But she trusted Amber over you. The person she claimed she loves.

*

"I know what you'd say if you were here, I can practically hear your voice. 'Hear her out you dumbass. Give her a chance to explain.' Mama Judy would most definitely would have slapped you upside the head for cursing." You chuckled slightly your uninjured hand moving the leafs from their tombstones. You were sat on the grass your mom not far from you.

She still cried when she'd see their tombstones.

Looking down at your hands. Your hand was still bandaged up but not as much as it was before. It hurt from time to time. "I'll talk to her when I get home. I love you buddy. Love you to mama Judy."

*

"Okay sweetheart we're home and I want you talk to that poor girl. I can't say I understand you sweetie but what I do know is Tara spent every day by your side. Even when she knew you didn't want to talk to her. She'd stay outside of your room waiting. Sam had to practically drag her out of the trunk where she was hiding. I don't think she knows I saw them. She's been mopping around in your room." Y/mn had parked outside her house, they had just arrived and she could already see the movement behind the front curtains.

"I'll talk to her mom. I promise."

Y/mn got out of the car opening the trunk to get out the wheel chair. She had a ramp installed when the doctors told her that you'd be able to go home soon. She helped you out of the car on to the wheel chair, she heard the front door open. She moved to stand behind you as your friends came out of the house.

"Hey buddy. Good to have you home." Chad smiled down at you. You returned the smile. Your friends nodded in agreement all showing how happy they were that you were home. You looked at Tara who shyly smiled at you hesitant to show too much emotion. But you could always read her. Like your an open book. You're favorite book.

Your mom rolled you inside the house. Chad went on and on about how he bought some new games on your ps5 so you wouldn't get bored and how you'd have fun playing the new Hogwarts game.

"Can, can I actually talk to Tara. Please. Alone. If that's okay with you." You asked everyone but your eyes stayed on Tara. She looked you, her eyes filled what looked like fear, sadness and what looked like rejection?

Everyone left the living room giving you both space when Tara nodded. The room stayed quiet for a few minutes before Tara was the one to break the silence.

"Did you mean it?" Her voice came out sounding small, filled with tears she tried to blink away. At your confused look she continued. "Are we...done?"

"Tara—Please just be truthful, okay. I know from the moment you woke up you've been, different towards me. If it's because of what I said on that phone call, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I said that." The tears escaping her eyes as hastily wiped them away.

"You called me controlling." You whispered looking away from her. "You believed..her over me."

"I know. And I regret it with all my heart. I'll regret it till the day I die. You mean the world to me Y/n. The world. As soon as you hung up, I canceled on her and went straight towards your house. And I understand if-if you don't love m—Stop Tara." She hiccuped as she tried to stop the sob that tried to escape her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut. Preparing herself for what you were about to say.

"Hey look at me." You reached for her hand with your good hand. Once she looked down at you, her eyes red from crying. "I still love you Tara. With all my heart." You saw the relief in her shoulders. The small smile that took over her lips.

"You do?" She asked in a doubtful voice. Like she wasn't so sure cause of everything that happened. You hated yourself for ever making her doubt your feelings for her.

"Of course I do you dummy." You pulled her towards you. Pulling her on to your lap. You reached up wiping her tears away. Feeling like an idiot for ever doubting her. She smiled down at you her face soft and the bruises she had before were now barely there. You returned the smile and bringing her closer to you. She buried her face in your neck hugged you closer.

The two you stayed there in each others arms.

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